Starting from floating in Hong Kong

Chapter 81 Want to get rich?
Low and crowded shacks are lined up by the sea, away from urban areas and villages, with only a few dim lights.

The gray van slowly stopped beside the path, and then turned off.

Sanggou glanced at Qin Yi next to him, and hesitated: "Brother Ying, shall we... think again?"

Qin Yi gave him a cold look, and raised the detonator in his hand.

Sanggou had a few cold sweats on his forehead, he squeezed out a smile, "I will do it well, brother Ying."

"Then hurry up."

The mourning dog wiped off his sweat, got out of the car with weak legs, and staggered towards the shed.

Compared with the quiet surroundings, the shed was extremely lively.

A group of people gathered at the table, drinking beer and watching the football game on TV, cheering and cursing from time to time.

"Fucking shit!"

"Shoot!"

"Will you kick it!"

Sitting on the sofa next to him was a bald man, about thirty or forty years old, wearing a flowered shirt and a big gold chain around his neck.

Potbellied, with a fat face, he looked more like a monk than a gangster.

Holding a can of beer in his hand, he took a sip from time to time.

"Dog brother!"

"Dog brother!"

"Brother Dog is back!"

"Uncle Guang, Brother Gou is back."

Seeing the mourning dog appearing in the yard, someone immediately greeted him.

The people in the room greeted casually and continued to look at the TV.

Uncle Guang looked away from the TV and turned to look outside the door.

The mourning dog stopped in the shadow outside the door, without taking a step forward.

"Agou, what are you doing standing there?" Uncle Guang frowned, "Come in, why are you in a daze?"

"Uncle Guang..."

"How about the order from the hospital?"

The mourning dog hesitated to speak, and still stood there refusing to move.

Uncle Guang kicked his eyes and stood up from the sofa.

"The ball is in!"

"Strong!"

The people in the room burst into cheers, and almost all stood up, waving their fists excitedly.

"Whoa!"

In the howling celebration, there was a crisp sound of glass breaking.

Uncle Guang instinctively felt something was wrong, just as he was about to turn his head, a black figure stuck behind him, and the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against the back of his head.

"Uncle Guang!"

"Uncle Guang!"

The people in the room woke up instantly, stood up with a "shua", quickly drew out their pistols and pointed them at the people behind Uncle Guang.

"Put down the gun!"

"Push the street, you are courting death!"

"kill him!"

"Don't be impulsive! Don't hurt Uncle Guang!"

"Don't worry about me, shoot him!" Uncle Guang shouted loudly.

Seven or eight pistols were aimed at the attackers. These professional killers showed fierce expressions, and stepped towards Uncle Guang, ready to find a shooting angle to strike.

"Ding!"

A round grenade fell to the ground, and the killers subconsciously looked at it, their hearts skipped a beat, and they took a few steps back.

"Hahahahaha!" Qin Yi laughed wildly, and then mocked, "I thought you guys were not afraid of death."

"Push the street! Throw me!"

"Try again, who is not brave enough!"

"There is a kind of insurance policy!"

The killers were ashamed and angry, roaring not to be outdone.

In the next second, Qin Yi raised a grenade and pulled off the tab, "Try?!"

The crowded shed suddenly fell silent, only the cheers and roars of the commentary came from the TV.

Uncle Guang snorted coldly, "Young boy, which road is it, Xiangduo?"

"Sang dog, come in!" Qin Yi yelled.

The mourning dog walked in with a pale face. Under the dim light, everyone noticed the things tied to his body.

The filthy air in the shed froze instantly, as if someone had pressed the pause button, and the killers didn't even dare to breathe, for fear of alarming the bomb switch.

A stern look flashed in Uncle Guang's eyes, and he shouted, "Young boy, what are you doing?"

"Tell your people to put down their guns!" Qin Yi snorted coldly, "I'll talk to you about a big deal."

"You're dreaming, you want to scare me?" An old fritter like Uncle Guang would not accept such threats.

"I'm just bluffing you, what can you do?" Qin Yi sneered, "You are not afraid of death, I don't know if your brother is afraid."

The bomb on the mourning dog suddenly made a "didi" sound, and the red indicator light on it was flickering frantically.

"The countdown to the bomb has started, you have 15 seconds to think about it!" Qin Yi roared.

The killers panicked and looked at Uncle Guang together.

"Ten seconds left!"

"Uncle Guang?! What should I do?"

"Don't put down the gun, he's bluffing you!"

"Nine!"

"Uncle Guang?"

"He dare not explode!"

"Eight!"

"Uncle Guang!!"

"Calm down, don't panic!"

"seven!"

"Sanggou, you fucking let the door open!"

"Don't mess up!"

"six!"

"Brothers, let us live!"

"five!"

"Throw away your mother! I surrender!"

When someone dropped the gun, a chain reaction was triggered instantly, and all the killers dropped the gun almost in no particular order, as if they were grabbing a red-hot iron.

Uncle Guang's face turned blue and white, as if a little unwilling, but at the same time he was relieved.

The bomb on the mourning dog stopped flickering, and the killers were drenched in cold sweat.

"Very good!" Qin Yi showed a weird smile, and inserted the safety pin of the grenade back.

Uncle Guang squeezed out a smile and was about to say something.

Suddenly Qin Yi grabbed Uncle Guang's neck and twisted it violently.

In the disbelieving eyes of everyone, Uncle Guang fell to the floor before his smile disappeared.

The heavy body splashed a cloud of dust, and the killers took a step back subconsciously.

Then there was silence, oppressive silence.

The leader of a killer group, the boss who had been in the rivers and lakes for many years, just died without a sound.

Qin Yi raised his head and scanned around, "Do you want to get rich!"

"..."

The killers hadn't recovered from the shock just now, and they didn't react when they heard this sentence.

Qin Yi glanced at the mourning dog at the door.

The mourning dog was startled, and immediately roared: "Who doesn't want to make a fortune when you come out to play!"

All the killers looked at each other and looked at each other, not understanding why things suddenly turned to this.

"Do you want to get rich!" Qin Yi shouted.

"What are you doing in a daze, are you rich people on Hong Kong Island!" the mourning dog yelled again.

"Do you want to get rich!" Qin Yi raised his voice again.

"Those who want to get rich raise your hands!" The mourning dog clamored beside him.

One killer raised his hand hesitantly, followed by the second and third...

"Is there anyone who is not afraid of death!" Qin Yi roared.

"Who is afraid of death if you come out to work hard!"

The killers raised their hands together.

"Do you want to make a fortune with me!" Qin Yi shouted.

"Do big business with Brother Ying! Do you want to go!" Sanggou was the first to raise his hand.

The killers looked blank, "What big business?"

"Business worth billions of dollars!" Qin Yi jumped onto the table next to him, "You don't know who I am, mourning dog!"

Sanggou took a deep breath, "Brother Ying robbed the cash transport truck of the Monetary Authority the day before yesterday, a total of [-] million!"

The killers looked confused, how much is [-] million?

"I know you don't believe it, but it doesn't matter." Qin Yi sneered, "Everything is fucking fake, only money is real!"

"You are killers who work hard. You are willing to work hard, but have you made a fortune?"

The killers were silent for a while, who is making a fortune and still working hard here.

"Killing a talent earns tens of thousands of yuan, and you may lose your life at any time. Why haven't you made a fortune after working so hard?" Qin Yi glanced at everyone, "That's because you followed the wrong person!"

"The boss of a business order takes [-]%, the manager takes [-]%, and the big brother who leads the team takes [-]%. It's only a few dollars in your hands."

"It costs tens of thousands of dollars to kill someone, what are you doing!"

These few words directly hit the dissatisfaction in the hearts of the killers. They worked hard outside in the wind and rain with their heads pinned to their waistbands.

As a result, most of the money was earned by Uncle Guang, and only a little fell into their hands.

And once dead, there is nothing.

Those who are disabled are even worse, they are directly abandoned and left to fend for themselves.

"This brother is right. I've been doing shit for three or four years, and I've only earned 10,000+. It's not even enough to buy a toilet."

"My younger brother is sick, and the medical bills cost 10,000+. I only saved [-] to [-]."

For a while, many killers complained one after another, accusing the bosses of the killer group of exploitation.

Qin Yi saw that the effect was surprisingly good, and immediately clapped his hands, "Everyone be quiet, listen to me!"

Everyone turned their eyes to him.

"Now is the opportunity to make a fortune, and I have a big business to do!" Qin Yi waved his fist vigorously, "Business worth several billion."

"Don't think it's exaggerated, it's because knowledge restricts your dreams." Qin Yi said in a provocative tone, "Have you ever fantasized about becoming a billionaire, becoming a master, and don't have to worry about money anymore, sports cars, Beautiful women, villas..."

"What's stopping you from getting rich?"

"It's an opportunity!"

"Now an opportunity is in front of you." Qin Yi shouted, "You want to seize this opportunity! Go get rich! Go become billionaires!"

"miss you!"

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