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Chapter 100 Pick up the money, pick up the money!
Downstairs of Huasheng Company.

Duan Kun looked at the tall building and was secretly surprised. He didn't expect that this guy actually knew some big bosses.

After winking with the men he brought, they all put their hands on their waists.

No matter who the boss is, it is only natural that he pays for drinking. If he dares to say no then, just draw the knife and scare him first!

These bosses have always cherished their lives the most!
After entering the company, a group of people walked into the elevator and went up to the top floor, led by the front desk lady.

In front of the door with the chairman's room sign hanging on it, Duan Kun deliberately pushed open the door with a scowl on his face!
After seeing the scene behind the door, his originally grinning face froze.

The coffee table facing the door was filled with all kinds of guns and ammunition, including more than a dozen grenades.

Sitting on the sofa next to the coffee table were two men as strong as cattle. They looked fierce, and the suits on their upper bodies were tightly held up by bulging muscles, as if they were about to explode in the next second.

Opposite them sat a gloomy-looking man, looking directly at them.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, there was a man holding a pistol and concentrating on aiming at something on the road downstairs.

Just when he was filled with despair, he saw a familiar figure pouring wine in front of the wine cabinet.

"Zuozuo. Brother Zuozuo?"

Duan Kun's heart tightened. He had heard Zuo Zuo's name in Tsim Sha Tsui countless times. This man was notorious for killing whole families. Could it be that the big boss that boy was talking about was Zuo Zuo?

He saw his left hand sneered at him and ignored him. Instead, he turned his attention to the man sitting behind the desk with his back to them.

The man was playing with a sterling silver lighter in his hand, and the crisp metallic sound of the top opening and closing echoed in the silent room.

Master Su, who was behind Duan Kun, spoke and broke the apparent calm in the room:
"Hello Mr. Zheng, I'm here."

After Zheng Jirong heard this, he turned around from his chair with a loud smile.

"Awei, you don't have to be so polite. When Lao Jiu left, he specifically asked me to take good care of you and Ayu. From now on, we can be considered our own."

Zheng Jirong still has some regard for Shi Yewei. This person is Ren Laojiu's personal lawyer and his confidant in "Emergency". He is somewhat real, otherwise he would not be able to be by Ren Laojiu's side. With so many years.

"Where's Ayu? Isn't he discharged from the hospital yet?"

Shi Yewei nodded and replied: "His gunshot wound is more serious than mine, but he will be discharged from the hospital in more than a week at most."

"That's good. Speaking of which, I've been too busy with work recently and I don't have time to go to the hospital to see you."

"Mr. Zheng is engaged in big business, so it's better to be busy. And without your help, Ayu and I would have been attacked by our enemies. We are always grateful to you."

"Well, let's do this. It just so happens that I recently opened a new property company in Yau Tsim Mong. A-yi is busy and confused in Tsim Sha Tsui. You can follow behind and help him. You can handle some legal matters for him when the time comes. check."

"Understood." Shi Yewei nodded with a smile, then bowed slightly to A Yi sitting on the sofa and said, "Brother Yi, please take good care of me in the future."

Ayi also smiled and waved his hand to say hello.

After arranging Shi Yewei, Zheng Jirong turned to look at Duan Kun, who was shaking his head.

Seeing Zheng Jirong's eyes sweeping toward him, Duan Kun felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He already knew who the man in front of him was.

〖Zhen Guanxi〗, 〖He Lian Sheng Mongkok Leaders〗.

Killed Liangkun, the former leader of Hongxing, with three swords, drove away Ren Yinjiu, the leader of the Jue Number Gang, wiped out the four crabs of the Zhongqing Society, beat Hua Fu, the spokesman of the United Society, into a vegetative state, and annexed the Prince's "Guanxi Town" in Tsim Sha Tsui!
Most of Yau Tsim Mong District is his territory!
This is the gangster he dreams of becoming every night, but now that he has actually walked in front of Zhen Guanxi, he is so horrified that he can't say a word.

"20, right? Give him the money."

The cold voice of Zhen Guanxi came from the front. After the man who was holding a gun in front of the window heard it, he opened the locker on the side, which was filled with large bills.

After taking two piles out, Amiao threw them at Duan Kun's feet.

Looking at the banknotes on the ground, Duan Kun pulled out a smile on his stiff face and humbly flattered Zheng Jirong:

"No... no need, Mr. Zheng, we are just joking with this guy, we don't really want to get money."

"A joke? How dare you joke with my people?"

Duan Kun's smile suddenly froze, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He bowed and begged: "Mr. Zheng, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't know he was yours, so we don't want the money. That drink is just for us." A drink for a gentleman."

"Oh?" Zheng Jirong raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile: "You mean, the people in Guanxi in my town don't have to pay for drinking?"

"Yes, Mr. Zheng, it's our honor for your people to come to our store to drink. Besides..."

Duan Kun was about to say something more, but suddenly he saw Zheng Jirong's face turned cold. He was shocked. What did he say that offended him?
The rumors in the world are good, this man is indeed moody.

"Pick up the money."

"Ah... ah?"

"I asked you to pick up the money!"

Hearing Zheng Jirong's low shout, Duan Kun's legs softened and he knelt on the ground, holding the banknotes on the ground tightly.

"Oh oh oh! Okay...okay."

"Haha, the tattoo is quite fancy, how about society?
You don’t look like a big brother, who is your boss?”

After hearing this, Duan Kun glanced at the big flowery arms that he was proud of before, covered them with his trembling sleeves, and said with a tremor:
"My boss is a volcano."

"Oh, volcano, right? I've never heard of it."

Ah Miao, who grew up in Yau Ma Tei since childhood, spoke up at the right time: "Brother Rong, this volcano is the boss of a small community in Yau Ma Tei. There are several nightclubs and bars underneath, and he usually does some high-end loan and gambling business."

"Uh-huh," Zheng Jirong sneered disdainfully, "It turns out to be the little Yakuza."

After finishing speaking, he said to Duan Kun, who was still kneeling on the ground: "Go away."

Hearing Zheng Jirong's words, Duan Kun felt relieved and hurriedly got up from the ground. With the help of his younger brother, he left in a hurry as if he was running away.

Shi Yewei, who had witnessed everything that happened, took a deep breath and thanked Zheng Jirong: "Thank you, Brother Rong. I will take the money and send it to you when I get home later." "Don't worry, my money is not that easy to get. , someone else will send money later.

By the way, Ah Wei, you are a law student. Come and see if some of the official seals and regulations of our property company violate the law. I am the most law-abiding person, so you have to keep a close eye on me. "

After speaking, he took out a thick document from the drawer and threw it to him.

Although he was a little confused by Zheng Jirong's words, when he heard Shi Yewei, he cleared away his distracting thoughts and concentrated on reviewing the documents in his hand.

He understood that this was Brother Rong's test for him.

Yau Ma Tei.

A nightclub.

Huoshan slapped Duan Kun hard on the face.

He grabbed Duan Kun's hair and slapped the other half of his face again.

"Damn it! If you dare to provoke me in Guanxi, I will be killed by you sooner or later!"

After saying that, he still felt uneasy and picked up the wine bottle on the table and hit Duan Kun on the head.

Duan Kun, who was beaten badly, held Huoshan's leg and begged for mercy:
"Don't hit Brother Huoshan. I know I was wrong, but Zhen Guanxi's willingness to pay shows that he doesn't want to argue with us."

"Don't want to worry about it? The last person who dared to offend Zhen Guanxi is already lying in the hospital in a vegetative state!

Mud, forget it if you die, but you are so damn involved in me, who asked you to tell me my name!

I do not know you!I don’t have a little brother like you! "

As he spoke, he kicked Duan Kun, and Duan Kun's screams echoed throughout the nightclub.

The subordinate standing next to Huoshan said at this time: "Brother Huoshan, since the matter has happened, let's think about how to solve it. Zhen Guanxi is famous for protecting his shortcomings and being cautious. Duan Kun seems to have treated his subordinates this time It’s not easy to trick him, he even brought people to knock on the door, it’s not easy to handle.”

Huoshan looked at Duan Kun who was wailing on the ground, bit it and said, "Give me 40 yuan. I will take this to the streets to see Zhen Guanxi and explain it clearly to him."

"This is the best. He has many people and money in Guanxi. Not only Mong Kok is all there, but even Tsim Sha Tsui is his territory.

He had long wanted to break into Yau Ma Tei, but he couldn't find an excuse to get angry. "

after an hour.

Within Huasheng Company.

Shi Yewei was explaining the legality of some property practices to Ayi Tiedan and the others.

Zheng Jirong waved the golf club in his hand in front of the open floor-to-ceiling window.

dong dong dong.

"Director Zheng, a man named Huoshan brought someone over to say he wanted to apologize to you."

boom!
With a powerful swing, the golf ball shot out of the window instantly.

"Bring them in."

"Ok."

After a while, Huoshan walked in with Duan Kun, who had a bruised nose, a swollen face, and a bloody head.

After seeing Zheng Jirong, he quickly bowed and smiled and said: "Hahaha, hello Mr. Zheng, it's better to hear than to see. I am Yau Ma Tei Huoshan. I came here to bring this kid here to apologize to you."

boom!
Zheng Jirong seemed to have not heard his words and waved the club in his hand as usual.

Huoshan didn't feel embarrassed when he saw this. He took out a few piles of banknotes from his bag and said with an apologetic smile:
"Mr. Zheng, this is the 20 you just received, and the remaining 40 is the double compensation I gave you. Look at this."

Zheng Jirong raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and said calmly: "The person you should apologize to most now is not me."

"Oh, look at my memory."

Huoshan hurriedly turned to look at Ah Yi and others, and said to Shi Yewei, the stranger among them all: "This must be Mr. Ah Wei, I'm really sorry.

It's all because I don't take good care of my little brother. He has been taught a lesson by me now. If you still don't feel relieved, why don't you come up and beat him again. "

Seeing Duan Kun's eyes full of begging for mercy, Shi Yewei sighed, "Forget it."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Ah Wei is really a rich man. Since Mr. Zheng and Mr. Ah Wei don't care, we won't bother you any more."

After saying that, he held Duan Kun in his hand and prepared to go out. Except for Ah Wei, the people in this office gave him too much pressure, and he felt uncomfortable even if he stayed for a second longer.

At this time Zheng Jirong's voice came from behind him.

"and many more."

Huoshan stiffened, turned around and asked with a smile: "Is there anything else you can do, Mr. Zheng?"

"Awei has accepted your apology, but I haven't accepted it yet."

"Haha, look at my head, I almost forgot. Let's do this, Mr. Zheng. If you have any requests, just ask them. As long as I can do it, I won't hesitate."

Zheng Jirong glanced at Duan Kun, who was shaking like a quail, and said slowly:

"I don't know why, but I've become obsessed with golf recently, but I accidentally lost the tack that I used to hold the ball. I wonder if Mr. Duan Kun would like to lie down and use it as a tack for me to swing a few strokes?"

"So that's what happened. It's simple. A Kun, didn't you hear what Mr. Zheng said? Why don't you lie down there!"

Seeing the fierce look in Huo Shan's eyes when he looked at him, Duan Kun knew that he had no right to refuse. He took a deep breath and walked to Zheng Jirong and lay down in front of him.

"Putting the ball up to my lips makes it easier for me to swing."

After putting the ball on his mouth, Duan Kun trembled and closed his eyes tightly.
If he can get out alive this time, he will never cheat anyone again!
Shhhhhhh~
The club was swung in the air over his face again and again, and the harsh sound of breaking through the air made his heart feel as if it was being squeezed tightly by his hands.

boom! ! !
(End of this chapter)