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Chapter 190 My purpose as a human being is to have food for everyone to eat, but... (Chapter together)
"Have a meal?"

"Yes, we still eat hot pot, the meat is freshly cut, the meatballs are freshly beaten, and even the fish are freshly caught from the sea!"

"Several people?"

"Ale Huo Niu Da Uura Hei, and that damn lame Yutoubiao!"

"Gone?"

"Big D! Big D also arrived when they were halfway through the meal. The bastard was quite happy with his meal and took two kilograms of beef with him when he left."

"Ugh"

Zheng Jirong lay on the sofa, shook his head and sighed:
"I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon illuminates the ditch."

"Boss, don't be angry, I will kill them all right now!"

"return!"

Stopping Tie Dan, who had already taken out his cell phone and was about to shake people, Zheng Jirong looked at him and asked calmly: "If you kill them all, who will I be responsible for?"

"That's right." Tie Dan nodded thoughtfully and then asked, "Then what should we do? Watch as several of their leaders unite to cause trouble?"

"dinner!"

"A treat? Who?"

"We will invite whoever A Le invites, but I want to invite someone a little older than him. He invites the leaders of each district, and I will invite the uncles of each district! What is today's date?"

"NO.13."

"At the end of the month, if you have the guts to set up a table, invite uncles from all districts over. Those who can't be invited will be tied up! These old guys are forming cliques behind my back. I would like to see what they have while eating. Not that many words!”

"understand!"

At this time, the door of the conference room suddenly opened, and Amei came over holding a black suit and said: "The clothes have been ironed, do you want to wear them now?"

Zheng Jirong nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Let's leave it here for now. Amiao Zhen called someone to send some white flowers pinned to his chest."

"White flower?"

Tie Dan said in confusion: "What happened, Brother Rong, why are you wearing a white flower?"

"Why do you think I asked you to come here? Today is the day of Jiang Tiansheng's funeral. This guy died in our hands. Of course we are going to eat and burn incense."

"Brother Rong, you really have a Bodhisattva heart!"

Under the gaze of everyone, Tie Dan frowned and went through the poor vocabulary in his mind, and finally thought of a word to describe Brother Rong.

"You're such a cultured kid. I'll reward you by sitting at the same table with me later."

Tuen Mun.

The Hongxing main hall is now filled with wreaths, and the black and white decorations make the place solemn and solemn. A group of monks doing rituals are knocking wooden fish and swinging bells on the side of the mourning hall, reciting scriptures to pray for the deceased. .

Jiang Tianyang, Fang Ting, Ji Ge and others were dressed in white mourning clothes. Their faces were full of sadness and heaviness. They stood side by side in front of the mourning hall and bowed one by one to the guests who came to offer incense.

Fang Ting stood next to Jiang Tianyang, her eyes were red and she could not bear the sadness. When she looked at Jiang Tiansheng's portrait in front of the mourning hall, tears could not help but burst out of her eyes. She gently covered her face and burst into tears.

Such a rich and powerful Kaizi died so early!

"Alas, Mr. Jiang was in his prime, and he left unexpectedly. He is so jealous of his talent."

After finishing the incense on the camel, he walked up to Jiang Tianyang and said, "Tianyang, Hongxing is prosperous now. Do you have any plans?"

Jiang Tianyang sighed and shook his head: "Now I just want to let my brother rest in peace as soon as possible. I will talk about other things later."

Luotuo frowned slightly after hearing this. He turned to look at Brother Ji who had been absent-minded and asked: "Aji, you were the only one who survived that night. Are you sure it was Mr. Jiang who was killed by the Eight-faced Buddha?"

"Sure!"

Brother Ji was confused and said: "At that time, the Guanxi people had not arrived yet, and the Eight-faced Buddha said that he would hand over the business in Wan Chai to Chen Yaoxing. Of course Mr. Jiang was not happy, and the two of them even quarreled over this matter, and finally Shali, the son of the Eight-faced Buddha, took a gun and fired four or five rounds at Mr. Jiang, and I could see it clearly!"

"Then why is nothing wrong with you?"

"I'm lucky," Brother Ji said sincerely: "When they were about to kill me and silence me, Zhen Guanxi arrived. I don't know what kind of business he wanted to discuss with the Eight-faced Buddha, but the two must have a lot of hatred. When this guy arrived, he shot the Eight-faced Buddha in the head without saying anything!"

"Zhen Guanxi killed the Eight-faced Buddha, so there is no reason not to kill you. Have you taken refuge with him?"

"No," Brother Ji shook his head and explained: "He is very principled. He said that people from country Z will not fight people from country Z. He only came here today to kill the Eight-faced Buddha. After that, he let me go."

After hearing this, Luotuo was full of doubts and wanted to ask more questions, but Jiang Tianyang, who was next to Aji, said: "Brother Ji is an old man from Hongxing. His words can definitely be trusted. Besides, except for the Eight-faced Buddha, I I never thought who wanted to take my eldest brother’s life.”

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Hearing this, Luotuo looked deeply at Jiang Tianyang, pursed his lips and said slowly: "Jiang Zhen really gave birth to a good son."

Jiang Tianyang sighed deeply and lamented: "Originally I didn't approve of my eldest brother's flour business, but I couldn't persuade him. To be honest, I'm not too surprised that something like this happened."

At this time, the boy at the door ran in and said something in Jiang Tianyang's ear. Jiang Tianyang nodded and said to Luo Tuo: "Mr. Zheng from Lian Sheng is here. Boss Luo Tuo, do you want to meet him together?"

"Suppressing Guanxi? What is he doing here?"

Luo Tuo's face darkened immediately after hearing this. Everyone on the road now suspected that Jiang Tiansheng was killed by Guanxi. Today is the day of the former's funeral. How dare he come here?
Without any hesitation, he immediately shook his head and refused: "You guys can talk, I'm not interested."

"Hey! Old Luotuo, you are here too!!"

Hearing this harsh sound, Luo Tuo's face suddenly darkened. Damn, it's still too late!

He turned to look at the entrance of the mourning hall. Zhen Guanxi was leading a large group of people towards here. Each of them was wearing a black suit with a white flower on his chest. They looked dignified and solemn.

The leader, Zhen Guanxi, was pointing at him and smiling, his smile full of sarcasm and provocation, "I know that wherever there is excitement, you, the camel, are indispensable."

"Zhen Guanxi, be careful what you say!"

A man wearing sunglasses beside Luo Tuo angrily shouted: "This is the New Territories, not Kowloon!"

"Who are you?"

"Situ Haonan!"

"I've never heard of it," Zheng Jirong looked down at his fingernails and said casually, "Luotuo, how did you teach me how dare you take out this kind of egg powder that you don't know what it is called."

"Zhen Guanxi, today is a big day for Hongxing. I have no interest in talking to you in front of Mr. Jiang's mourning hall. I know what you have done. Let's go."

After Luo Tuo took a deep breath, he led Dongxing's younger brother out of the mourning hall without even looking at them. Seeing Luo Tuo walking faster and faster, Zheng Jirong felt bored in his heart. The ancients said that the older you get, the less courage you have. It's true. That's right, this old guy seems to be really afraid of himself.

"Mr. Zheng, don't mind. Luo Tuo and my eldest brother have been friends for many years, so my mood is a bit unstable today."

After hearing Jiang Tianyang's words, Zheng Jirong withdrew his gaze. After looking up and down at Jiang Tianyang, who had a solemn expression in front of him, he stretched out his hand and sighed: "It's true that things have changed. I didn't expect that the second time I would meet you would be in such a scene. .”

"Yes," Jiang Tianyang held his hand and sighed: "Speaking of my eldest brother, he and Mr. Zheng seem to have some misunderstandings, but I didn't expect that Mr. Zheng, you could come here regardless of the previous grudges. I'm here to take care of my eldest brother. Thank you."

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Zheng Jirong looked at Jiang Tianyang in confusion, who was bending in front of him to thank him. He just said... thank me?
After a moment of silence, he pursed his lips and nodded: "It is Jiang Tiansheng's blessing to have a brother like you."

After saying that, he glanced at Brother Ji, who was silent at the side. After this guy saw the look he cast on him, he immediately bent down and said with a smile: "I should thank you more, Mr. Zheng. Without you, I would have been killed." The Thai guys at the Eight-faced Buddha were killed."

"Hey," Zheng Jirong waved his hand and said, "We are all our own people, why should we be so polite."

Brother Ji's face stiffened when he heard this. He immediately nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, we are all from country Z."

Zheng Jirong smiled and was about to go to burn incense for Jiang Tiansheng in front of the coffin, when a pair of jade hands held a few sticks of incense in front of his eyes.

Fang Ting walked up to him with red eyes. Her expression was slightly tired, and tears were shining in her eyes. Looking at Zheng Jirong in front of her, her lips parted slightly and said, "Mr. Zheng is interested."

In front of Jiang Tiansheng's tomb, Zheng Jirong looked at Fang Ting, who was wearing mourning clothes. He always felt that the scene looked familiar. He raised his hand to take the incense in the woman's hand. When his hands came into contact, he suddenly felt the woman's little finger in his palm. Gently swiping across it, after feeling the teasing, he raised the corners of his mouth and thanked Fang Ting, who looked helpless and fragile: "Thank you, Miss Fang."

Holding a few incense sticks in his hand, he straightened his face and took a few steps forward. Looking at the black and white photo of the deceased on the mourning platform, Zheng Jirong said lightly: "You said that if you stayed in Tuen Mun peacefully, why would so many things happen? Woolen cloth?"

"It's lonely down there alone, right? But don't worry too much. More and more old friends will go down there to keep you company in the future." "And..."

Zheng Jirong glanced at Fang Ting, who was looking straight at him, and whispered to Jiang Tiansheng's photo:
"That unruly lover of yours, I will also help you tease her a few more times."

Bowing is definitely not allowed. After Shang Wanxiang said a few words in front of Jiang Tiansheng's spiritual throne, Zheng Jirong led Ayi and others to stand aside.

Jiang Tianyang asked curiously: "Mr. Zheng, what are you doing?"

"You are busy with your business." Zheng Jirong waved his hand and said, "Just call me later when you are having dinner."

"Dining table?"

Hearing this, Jiang Tianyang asked in confusion: "What's the banquet for?"

"Eat his table," Zheng Jirong asked with his fingers pointed and a frown on his face: "You guys in Hongxing have hung up the faucet, so you don't even have a table?"

When Jiang Tianyang was still confused, Brother Ji hurriedly explained in his ear. After listening to it, Jiang Tianyang suddenly realized: "It turns out that Mr. Zheng was talking about the wedding banquet. This naturally exists. The restaurant has been booked. If Mr. Zheng If you're in a hurry, you can go there first and I'll come over after I've received all the guests."

"It's not urgent. I don't have anything to do today anyway. Just wait here slowly."

"Okay, okay, I will definitely have a few more drinks with Mr. Zheng then."

"Hahaha", Zheng Jirong patted Jiang Tianyang on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I really appreciate you more and more now."

5 minute later.

Zheng Jirong, who felt bored in the mourning hall, left Ah Yi and the others alone and ran to the yard behind the mourning hall to smoke and relax.

I have to say that Hung Hing's main hall in Tuen Mun is really good. Not only is the front yard spacious and grand enough to accommodate hundreds of people, but the back yard is also decorated with antique charm.

Looking at the stone bridge and pavilion in the courtyard, Zheng Jirong couldn't help but sigh that Jiang Tiansheng must have made a lot of money selling fans, and he even made the club's main hall look like a private club.

Just when he secretly decided to renovate Heliansheng Main Hall after becoming the speaker, a female voice came to Zheng Jirong's ears, "Why is Mr. Zheng wandering here alone?"

Zheng Jirong looked up following the voice. Fang Ting, dressed in white mourning clothes, was walking towards him. He leaned on the fence and flicked the cigarette ashes into the pool and said casually:

"I'm not surprised anywhere, but Miss Fang, you are Mr. Jiang's family member, can you move around freely in such a scene?"

Fang Ting was about to cry when she heard this: "I felt really stuffy and uncomfortable, so I came out to get some air."

Seeing her sad look, Zheng Jirong raised his eyebrows. There were so many people in the mourning hall. If they wanted to say who really mourned Jiang Tiansheng's death, it must be this woman.

A third-level movie star finally managed to hook up with a rich and powerful society boss, but within a few days of living as a rich wife, the man was randomly shot to death.

If nothing else goes wrong, this woman will most likely go back to the sea for filming. After all, she is just Jiang Tianyang's lover. If she is his wife, Jiang Tianyang will definitely raise her to death for his own reputation, but a plaything.
It's already a great honor to have her standing next to the mourning platform as a family member and bowing.

"What's the matter, Miss Fang? If you want me to comfort you, I don't have much time. I'm the worst at coaxing girls."

"No way?"

Fang Ting blinked her wet eyes and said curiously: "Mr. Zheng, aren't they all said in the news that you are the [Love Saint of Hong Kong and Kowloon]? The TV host even broke the news about your relationship with the daughter of the Cheng Group."

"What? There is such a thing?!"

Zheng Jirong was stunned for a moment, this Le Huizhen was so courageous!

Then don’t Amei and the others all know?
Seeing the dark face of the man in front of her, Fang Ting cautiously said, "Mr. Zheng?"

Zheng Jirong glanced at Fang Ting. In his unhappy mood, he was too lazy to play hard-to-get tricks with this woman. After flicking the cigarette butt in his hand, he said calmly: "If you have anything to say, just say it directly. Don't beat around the bush with me."

"Um"

After Fang Ting was silent for a while, she leaned close to the man in front of her and moved her lips slightly: "In order to save Jiang Tiansheng, I spent the whole night copying the Huayan Sutra in the guest room in the backyard. Is Mr. Zheng interested? Take a look?"

"Hand-copied [Huayan Sutra]?"

Inside a restaurant in Tuen Mun.

Han Bin smoked the cigarette in his hand melancholy. In less than a year, two of Hongxing's leaders died one after another. There used to be more than a dozen leaders in the hall, but now only he and Brother Ji are left. Thinking of this, Here he couldn't help but sigh, so much had happened in just one year.

As soon as he thought about this, he suddenly remembered the thirteenth sister who had successfully transferred to Heliansheng. That girl was now managing Bolan Street as before, but the eldest brother in charge had changed from Jiang Tiansheng to the more terrifying Zhen Guanxi. .

He didn't know where Hong Xing's future was, but one thing he was sure of was that even if Hong Xing was completely destroyed, he would still have a way out, and that would be to hang out with Thirteenth Sister.

Thinking of Thirteenth Sister, he felt happy again. He picked up the wine glass and stood up to respectfully say to Jiang Tianyang and Zheng Jirong, who were having a close conversation: "Mr. Jiang, Mr. Zheng, I'd like to toast you a drink."

Jiang Tianyang was displeased when he heard this and said: "Abin, how can you toast the two of us with a glass of wine? Fill up the glass again and apologize to Mr. Zheng."

Just when Han Bin was embarrassed, Zheng Jirong came to the rescue and said: "Forget it, we are not outsiders, there is no need to be so formal."

Zheng Jirong picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and then joked casually: "You kid, don't always go to Bolan Street secretly. If you go, be more open and open for business. As long as you don't intentionally cause trouble, I welcome you."

"Thank you Mr. Zheng, I understand."

Han Bin glanced at Zheng Jirong gratefully. He suddenly felt that Zhen Guanxi, who had always been criticized by the public for his weird temperament and extremely difficult to get along with, seemed to be a pretty good person.

He looked at Tiedan Ayi and others with slight envy. As the most trusted subordinates in Guanxi, they must be very happy.

Zheng Jirong naturally couldn't hear Han Bin's thoughts. He only focused on two things now.

One is the [Hong Kong-Japan Muay Thai Championship] that Jiang Tianyang just talked about, and the other is Fang Ting's stocking feet that the woman has been gently rubbing at the base of his legs.

"Hong Kong, Japan and Thailand? Is this day a verb or a noun?"

Jiang Tianyang was puzzled when he heard this and said: "Japan means Japan."

"Oh"

Zheng Jirong suddenly realized, and he asked curiously: "Didn't I say that there were only Hong Kong and Thai ones before? Why did there be another Japanese one this time?"

Jiang Tianyang explained: "I have some friendship with the Yamaguchi group over there. After they knew that I was going to hold a boxing match, they tried to join in together and promised to send the strongest boxing masters in Japan. Speaking of which, this would not only expand the boxing Because of the influence of the game and the fact that I can make money from one more handicap, I agreed.”

"I see," Zheng Jirong nodded. The richest people in the world in this era are these Japanese guys, and they even threatened to buy the United States.

It is really strange that a son buys his father.

"Since I can make more money, I naturally have no objection, but there is something I want to tell you in advance."

Zheng Jirong shook the wine glass in his hand and said calmly:

"The purpose of my life is to have food for everyone to eat, but you have to wait until I am full before you can eat."

"I want [-]% of the peripheral income from the boxing match. The rest will be divided between you and Yamaguchi. It has nothing to do with me how you divide it."

"and also."

He looked at Jiang Tianyang and said seriously: "Even if we lose the boxing match, you still have to give me the money I deserve."

"Remember, since you have come to find me, you have to give me compensation or not. If you lose a penny, I will never let you go!"

After Jiang Tianyang heard this, his face suddenly darkened. The reason why he had been keeping a low profile towards Zheng Jirong was to hold the boxing match that he had longed for on Hong Kong Island.

It's not that it can't be done without him, but if he joins, the attention the entire event will receive due to Zheng Jirong's connections will definitely be unprecedented.

But if you want to let so much profit go out.
Zheng Jirong did not disturb Jiang Tianyang who was thinking. He reached his hand under the table and moved his foot away dissatisfied.

Then he glared at Fang Ting calmly. After having sex once, this woman seemed to have become dependent on him. It seemed that she regarded him as a good guy like Jiang Tiansheng.

Just as the two of them were flirting with each other, Jiang Tianyang had already made his decision. He gritted his teeth and agreed: "Okay, just."

At this time, Zheng Jirong's cell phone suddenly rang.

　In the past few days, the average order has been increased. The number of words is actually about the same. The average order is a little higher, and it is easier to recommend.Hope everyone understands.

　　


(End of this chapter)