Starting Hong Kong Variety Show: My senior brother is Lingling Qi.

Chapter 291 Comes with slow motion

"What did you just say to these kids?"

"It's okay, your husband and I are guiding people to do good."

“To lead people to be kind and yet touch their girls’ heads so affectionately.”

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Zheng Jirong patted Cheng Leer's thigh wordlessly, and then changed the subject: "Boss Lei said there was a distinguished guest at the dinner, why hasn't he shown up yet?"

"Who knows what Lei Youcai is going to do. Daddy usually won't let me come to the receptions and dinners hosted by Lei Youcai. He says that this guy has no bottom line in what he does and will fall into trouble sooner or later."

Zheng Jirong nodded secretly when he heard this. Lei Youcai's reputation in the business world was indeed not very good. He not only defaulted on countless payments outside, but also frequently withheld employees' provident fund pensions inside.

But fortunately, this guy has always been quite knowledgeable about the projects they collaborated with in Huasheng. Otherwise, Zheng Jirong wouldn't have come all the way to attend the dinner.

"Brother Rong, why don't we go back first?"

Cheng Leer's feet wrapped in stockings rubbed Zheng Jirong's calves, "You haven't come to see me for almost a week. We haven't seen each other for a long time."

It's only a week, how can we count it as a long time?

But it was really boring to stay here, so it was better to go home and do something interesting. Thinking of this, Zheng Jirong put out his cigarette butts and prepared to leave with Cheng Leer first.

At this time, a somewhat familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Brother Rong?"

Zheng Jirong turned around and looked at him, and said in surprise: "Azhan! I didn't even say hello when I came back."

The visitor was none other than Azhan, whom he had met at the Cointreau Hotel before. Since the friendship was formed, although they had left contact information with each other, Zheng Jirong had never had time to ask them to meet and chat. The last time he contacted them , it was still a few months ago, when they, a group of international thieves, were abroad.

Azhan walked up to him and hugged him, then said with a smile: "Actually, I have returned to Hong Kong a long time ago, but I have been busy with other things."

Zheng Jirong nodded. He looked at Hongdou who was holding Azhan's hand, pointed at them and raised his eyebrows and said, "You two."

Azhan and Hongdou looked at each other and smiled, "We are already engaged and will go abroad to get married next month."

"Really, this is a happy event." Zheng Jirong patted him on the shoulder and said, "Remember to send me an invitation when the time comes. Even if I don't go, you will definitely get your share of the money, hahaha."

"sure."

Meeting old friends, Zheng Jirong no longer thought of leaving the banquet. He took Azhan and Hongdou to sit down and have a good chat.

He was originally curious about how A Zhan and the others were related to Lei Youcai, but after listening to their explanation, he finally understood. It turned out that A Zhan and Hong Dou's adoptive father was a famous art dealer in Hong Kong Island, and had sold many good things to Lei Youcai. With wealth, the young couple also came with their adoptive father this time.

But while they were chatting, Zheng Jirong discovered that Hongdou's eyes had been secretly observing an old man dancing in the middle of the dance floor. It seemed that they had another purpose for coming here this time.

"By the way, why do I only see you two, where's Ah Hai?" Zheng Jirong asked curiously in the middle of the conversation.

Ah Zhan stretched his neck and looked around after hearing this, "This guy was here just now, but I don't know where he went. Oh, I saw it, Ah Hai."

Zheng Jirong followed his gaze and saw Ah Hai in a suit sitting in a wheelchair. After seeing Zheng Jirong and others, he grinned and quickly pushed the wheel with both hands and rushed over.

"Ah Hai, what's wrong with his legs?" Zheng Jirong frowned and asked knowingly.

"There was an accident in the previous overseas transaction," Azhan sighed and explained: "I heard from Ahai that he had consulted many doctors, but they all said that there was no possibility of getting back on his feet."

"Oh"

After Ah Hai pushed the wheelchair in front of Zheng Jirong, he held his hands with a smile on his face and said, "Long time no see, Brother Zheng."

"Yes, Ah Hai, you still come to me for a drink after being back in Hong Kong for so long."

"I'm busy." After chatting with them for a while, Azhan and others made excuses and left first. Seeing the worried looks on their faces, Zheng Jirong put his arm on Azhan's shoulder and asked with concern: "What kind of trouble did they encounter?" If you have any trouble, you can come to me at any time, don’t be embarrassed, some things may be difficult for you, but they are very easy for me.”

"I understand, Brother Rong." Azhan nodded solemnly.

After they left, Zheng Jirong pointed to the old man that Hongdou had been secretly observing before and asked Cheng Leer: "Who is that old guy? Do you know him?"

Cheng Leer tapped her chin with her finger and recalled, "It seems to be the owner of a big auction house. I forgot his name."

"Um"

At this time, there was a sudden burst of cheers and applause on the dance floor. Zheng Jirong looked up and saw that Ah Hai was dancing with Hong Dou in a wheelchair. The wheelchair, which was supposed to be a burden, was like an arm to him, and the two of them Her graceful dance aroused the surprise of everyone around her.

After seeing this famous scene, Zheng Jirong smiled knowingly. It seemed that Azhan and his adoptive father were going offline.

That is to say, I have no interest in works of art. Otherwise, if I mention it to Azhan when the time comes, with this kid's level of righteousness, he will probably give him a lot of good things after he kills his adoptive father, the unscrupulous businessman.

Holding Cheng Leer's waist, Zheng Jirong asked her to help straighten his collar, and then led her towards the door. However, when he walked to the main door, he saw Huang Zhicheng and Huang Qifai chatting at the door, and he stopped in his tracks. , and leaned over with the corners of his mouth raised.

"Huh? Aren't these our two Sirs from West Kowloon, Dahuang Erhuang? Why are you standing at the door, guarding the door?"

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When the two people who were having a cigarette and chatting awkwardly heard this, their faces darkened instantly. They looked at Zheng Jirong walking over, frowned and said, "Mr. Zheng's words are a little too much, aren't they?"

"Hahaha", Zheng Jirong reached out and took out the cigarette case from Cheng Leer's handbag, and handed two cigarettes to them, "It's just a joke, you won't be so disrespectful to me, right?"

Huang Qifai curled his lips and took the cigarette from Zheng Jirong, but Huang Zhicheng still said with a serious face: "I can detain you for insulting the police officer."

"Okay, okay", Zheng Jirong threw the cigarette on him and said calmly: "It's okay to deceive others with this kind of bullshit, but don't deceive yourself too."

"you"

Seeing that Huang Zhicheng was about to get angry, Huang Qiqi quickly stepped forward and squeezed him behind him.

Is there any mistake? It was definitely the two of them who offended Zhen Guanxi on such an occasion and were kicked out by their master in the end.

"Mr. Zheng, are you and Miss Cheng leaving?"

"Well, I advise you to go back and rest early," Zheng Jirong said thoughtfully: "Otherwise, after a while, you won't even have time to rest."

"What do you mean?"

Huang Zhicheng was about to stop him and ask for clarification when a limousine suddenly stopped outside the gate. The reporters who had been blocked by the security guards immediately swarmed around the car door.

Under the curious eyes of Zheng Jirong and others, a middle-aged man wearing a coat and a white scarf slowly stepped out of the car.

The man had a slicked back hair, a square face, and an air of calmness and authority between his brows. But what surprised Zheng Jirong the most was that

Why is this guy walking like he's in slow motion!

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　　In a chaotic world, a group of enemies are getting stronger and stronger. Liu Sheng looks around, and the only thing he can rely on is his ability to master weapons.

　　Steel swords, muskets, dump trucks...

　　Secret weapons, magic weapons, atomic bombs...

　　Space, time, electromagnetic force...

　　Gradually, Liu Sheng discovered that as long as he let his imagination run wild, everything could be turned into a weapon in his hand——

　　"What are you looking at? You are also a weapon!"

(End of this chapter)