Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 129 Can you outsmart me, Wu Zhihui? !
In the market.

"Tsk tsk..."

Wu Zhihui looked at Da Sang's angrily leaving, smacking his tongue and shaking his head: "No need to ask, he must be like a young boy. After losing a fight at school, he went home to complain to his parents."

He looked at Big D: "Have the follow-up matters been settled?"

"Don't worry, boss."

Big D nodded quickly in response: "I have already completed what the boss ordered me to do. I have already detained Ma Zai, who is aware of Jin Bing's side, and I am just waiting for him to come to investigate after his funeral."

Speaking of which, if there are interests tied up between people, it is really easy to do some things.

At first.

When Shouting Ten was playing with Browns, the ghost guy from Jiashi Group, one of his old classmates had a little military uniform.

Xiao Junyi was greeted by a shout of ten and made a small profit of at least thirty yuan after staying on Ao Island for a few days.

and so.

In this matter, Xiaojunyi still played a role. Shouting Ten was just a matter of making a phone call, and Xiaojunyi helped get rid of the confidants around Jingbing Bing.

This kind of small character, even if it's just a small military uniform, can play a very good role. It's enough to scare them, and just a bluff will say everything.

"very good."

Wu Zhihui nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at Aji: "Aji, how is your contact with Xinji's Thirteen?"

"I also got in touch."

Aji took a step forward: "According to the boss's instructions, we have a good discussion with Shisan. He is more willing to cooperate with us than to mourn."

Da Mang was silly. He was planning to take over Shi San's market. He had to put it on the table and discuss it with everyone, but Wu Zhihui refused to let him do it. He had previously arranged for Ah Ji to contact Shi San.

"How much does it cost for a big funeral?"

"35."

"Tell Thirteen."

Wu Zhihui waved his hand and said simply and neatly: "We will offer 45. We have won this market. We are bound to win."

Ah Ji raised his eyebrows: "45? It's so high every month. Isn't it too high? There is no money to be made at all."

"Silly Brother Ji."

Big D laughed: "The boss said 45, but that's just talk, it's not really that many."

"What we focus on is companionship. We will raise the price as much as Da Mang pays. We can just crush him to death, but we don't necessarily have to actually get it."

"alright."

Ah Ji shrugged and turned around and walked out.

The morning passed quickly. In the afternoon, just as Wu Zhihui and others walked out of the tea restaurant, Ren Qingtian called.

"I just said, come what may."

Wu Zhihui opened the car door and got in: "Come on, Big D, I'll take you to have tea, just in time to eat."

"okay."

Big D started the car, rushed out of the car and said to Changmao: "Go and take the person to Changji Tea House. Brother Da Sang is waiting for you."

"Ah."

Changmao nodded and said politely: "Brother Hui, I'll leave first."

By the time Wu Zhihui arrived, Ren Qingtian and the others had already arrived.

The funeral not only called for Ren Qingtian, but Uncle Xing and Feilong were also there. The atmosphere in the tea room was solemn, and several people were all holding cigarettes, and their eyes were focused on Wu Zhihui and Big D at the door.

Big D consciously walked to the tea table next to Laji and the others, saying hello and pouring tea to quench his thirst.

Wu Zhihui had just pulled up the stool and sat down with Da Ma Jin Dao. Da Sang slapped the table and took the initiative: "Wu Zhihui, you have no proof and no evidence, so you arranged for someone to kill my dice glasses Bing."

"Today in front of Brother Tian, ​​you must give me an explanation for this matter."

"Great mourning."

Ren Qingtian frowned and looked at Da Mang: "I already know what happened last night. Huizai was shot coldly."

"If something happens to Glass Bing, you can't just blame it on Hui Zai, right?"

"He told me personally!"

Da Sang raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a sneer: "I asked Wu Zhihui this morning, and he said that he was the one who killed Yan Jing Bing."

He looked at Wu Zhihui: "What? You don't speak? You don't admit it? It doesn't matter. I'm not the only one who heard it. Do you want me to ask someone to speak out?"

"Hui Zai?"

Ren Qingtian's frown deepened. Wu Zhihui shouldn't be so impetuous when doing things. How could he fall into such a big trap: "Tell me about this matter?"

"call"

Wu Zhihui picked up the teacup, blew on the hot air, and took a sip: "Yes, good tea." He put down the teacup and nodded:
"Yes, I was the one who killed Jing Jing Bing. I, Wu Zhihui, dared to take responsibility. Jing Jing Bing dared to arrange a gunman to shoot me. Isn't it too much for me to kill him?!"

"Humph!"

Da Sang became even more excited when he heard Wu Zhihui's words, and spittle flew in front of him: "Did you hear that? It was him who did it, one of his own people beating his own people?"

"Even if there is a problem with Glass Bing, it should be handed over to Brother Tian and everyone should deal with it together. What qualifications do you have to just kill him by yourself? You don't have it at all. Everyone should take it seriously."

"He dares to ask someone to shoot me?"

Wu Zhihui looked at the funeral and said with a firm tone: "Then I will kill him immediately. He must die. I will not give him any chance!"

Da Sang stared at Wu Zhihui and scolded: "How dare you say such arrogant words!"

"It's your first day to see me, Wu Zhihui, doing something?!"

Wu Zhihui patted the table and stood up as well, confronting Da Sang, not afraid at all: "This is what I, Wu Zhihui, do!"

Two men of similar height and bulk were facing each other, and the scene was full of oppression.

"Whoever fucking dares to take my idea, then I will definitely beat him until he falls on the street, as many times as he wants!"

Wu Zhihui's words were unequivocal: "No matter who it is, I will fight!"

Today's Wu Zhihui is no longer the little parking boy who was exploited by others. He has gradually reached his current position. Although he cannot be said to be very impressive, he already has the weight of speaking at this table.

After knowing that it was Jing Bing, Wu Zhihui would not give him a chance to speak. Not only would he kill him, but he would also wipe out Da Sang's smuggling business.

"You said it was him, right? Where's the evidence? Bring out the evidence."

Da Sang sneered: "You just say it's true without any basis? Why didn't you say it was me? I think it's better like this. You should just find an excuse and kill me too?!"

Glasses Bing is dead and the gunman is dead, so Wu Zhihui can't have any evidence. Even if Wu Zhihui has the little dancer in his hand, it won't be any evidence. Her words have no basis for reference.

This is Da Sang's self-confidence: "If you can't produce evidence, then you are lawless. If you continue to let you go on like this, when I see it, it's not just me, I'm afraid Brother Tian will be killed by you!"

"Stop fucking hating me!"

Wu Zhihui glanced at Da Sang coldly, waved his hands and sat down: "It's useless to use your method on me."

Ren Qingtian, Feilong and Uncle Xing looked at Wu Zhihui, thought for a while and then spoke.

"I think what Da Mang said makes sense."

"Ah Hui, you act decisively and neatly. No one will say anything about it, but the key is to have evidence."

"Although Jing Bing may not be on the stage, he is still a respectable person. If we kill him directly like this, Da Sang's little brother will not accept it."

Feilong and Uncle Xing discussed the matter. This is what senior people like them should say. If it is too unfair and loses prestige, the people below will not take them seriously.

"Yes."

Ren Qingtian's brows twisted into the character "Chuan" and he looked at Wu Zhihui: "Huizi, do you have any evidence?"

"If you can't produce evidence, then what you did in this matter is indeed too much and wrong. You did it without proof or proof. It's unjustifiable."

Although Ren Qingtian was optimistic about Wu Zhihui, he couldn't go too far to protect Wu Zhihui in this matter.

After all, Jingbing Bing was Da Sang's boss, and he specialized in helping Da Sang handle the smuggling business. He was killed without any explanation, which made it difficult to convince the public and made other people uneasy.

"Also!"

Listening to the words of Ren Qingtian and others, Da Sang knew that the direction of the wind was right here, so he continued, "I now seriously suspect that the fact that I was investigated by the police for smuggling last night must have something to do with you."

"Isn't this a common occurrence when people are caught smuggling people into the country?"

Wu Zhihui smiled and said nothing, lit a cigarette, and looked at the funeral as if he were a clown: "What do you think you are doing? Smuggling, things that can't be put on the table, are you blaming me for being swept away?"

"I won't fight with you!"

Da Sang knew that Wu Zhihui couldn't compete with him for smuggling into the country and being raided by the police, so he bit the spectacle of Jing Bing: "Everyone is here today, let's make it clear."

"You said Jing Jing Bing arranged for the gunman to do this to you, and you need to bring out the evidence? We are not police officers, so we don't need such a rigorous chain of evidence, but we need to have the most basic things, right?"

"The gunman? Other witnesses? Physical evidence? Use any one of them to prove your innocence."

"Big D."

Wu Zhihui looked at Big D sitting over there: "Call me and ask where Changmao has taken his people? Tell him to hurry up."

"Ok."

Big D took the phone and came back soon: "Brother Hui, it's quick, he's on the way."

"Then wait."

Wu Zhihui picked up the teapot and started to make tea, and helped Ren Qingtian pour the tea. Da Sang frowned when he saw Wu Zhihui's confident look.

Could it be that this guy really has evidence?
impossible?

Finding a gunman to kill Wu Zhihui was not like going to the market to buy cabbage, so it was impossible for everyone to know about it.

soon. 15 minutes passed.

The long hair hasn’t arrived yet.

"Wu Zhihui."

Da Sang raised his hand and glanced at the big gold watch on his wrist: "It's been so long and you haven't brought it yet?" He sarcastically said: "You couldn't be looking for someone to pick up the bag on the spot, right?"

"There's a traffic jam."

Wu Zhihui shrugged with an indifferent expression: "It's not like you don't know what time it is in Hong Kong. It's time to finish work. There are so many cars on the road. I blame you for choosing this time."

"cut."

Da Sang sneered and clicked on the dial of his watch: "Then I'll give you five more minutes."

5 minutes passed.

Changmao still hasn’t come yet.

By this time, everyone had lost patience.

"Hui Zai."

Feilong frowned and looked at Wu Zhihui: "Everyone has been sitting here with you for so long. If you want to do something, it will get dark soon and you can find money."

"If there's anything, we can talk about it."

Uncle Xing was an old fox. Seeing that Chang Mao hadn't appeared yet, he also started to help Wu Zhihui go down the slope: "Did you overdo it after hearing some rumors?"

He looked at Da Sang: "After all, Jing Bing has already been thrown into the street. Even if there is no evidence, it can't be proved that it has nothing to do with him. Flies don't bite seamless eggs."

"What? Uncle Xing wants to help him excuse himself?"

Da Sang opened his mouth and moved his chin, and the muscles of his left and right cheeks moved accordingly: "Don't say that I don't show respect to everyone, Jing Bing has been helping me for so many years, and he has a very good relationship with me."

He reached out to wipe the non-existent tears from the corner of his eyes seriously, and his tone became heavier: "The glasses are dead, and people cannot be resurrected after death. It is impossible for me to really ask Wu Zhihui to pay for his life. Since he can't produce evidence, then Just pay."

What should be paved has been laid, then it is time to get the benefits next, and the plans for the funeral have already been laid out.

"As everyone knows, Jian Jingbing has been fully responsible for my smuggling business. He has taken care of it very well and has outstanding abilities. With him here, I don't have to worry about this business at all. I don't have to worry about it at all."

Just like workers' compensation, before stating the amount of compensation, you must first brag about the person's abilities, and then ask for money.

"Now that the smuggling job has been wiped out by the police, it will definitely be impossible to continue doing it in a short period of time. There are so many brothers under the guidance of Jia Bing, and everyone is hungry for food."

Da Sang looked at Wu Zhihui, and the lion said loudly: "Without the leader Jing Bing, my group of juniors will not have anyone who can take up the backbone of the smuggling business."

"Why don't you, Hui Zai, give us some territory? Everyone can at least be more stable in the future, and I can lead them to do things myself."

Wu Zhihui looked up at Da Mang. The cigarette held between his fingers moved back and forth flexibly between his fingers.

"That's good."

Da Sang looked at Ren Qingtian: "Isn't there a market in Huizai very close to my site? It's better to deal with two streets like this."

"Give me the management of these three markets, and give me this market as well, and give it to my team of boys to guard. This is an explanation."

This was something he had thought about all along.

Wuji Market now has seven stores, each one bigger than the last. Dasang thought he could imitate the others, so he brought one over to make patterns first.

Moreover, these three markets are close to his own territory, and the business is also good. Wu Zhihui can make at least ten profits every month.

You don't have to worry about it when you hold it in your hand. You can feel it and find out its market price first to gain experience. You can learn from it at the street market on Thirteenth.

Da Ming's plan finally came out. Although he wanted too much, Wu Zhihui was unreasonable in this matter. Even if Wu Zhihui was unwilling, there was nothing he could do.

Ren Qingtian and others also know this truth, and they can't say more about this matter: "Hui Zai, Da Mang said so, what do you say?"

This matter must be resolved, and of course they cannot be allowed to fight. Da Sang has set out conditions, and Ren Qingtian can only reconcile them to achieve a result that both parties agree on.

"Clap..."

Wu Zhihui put the cigarette in his mouth, stood up and raised his hands to applaud, looking at Da Sang with a smile: "Not bad, not bad, Brother Da Sang's abacus is really good, and he also knows how to pick a few lucrative streets."

"It's just that, unfortunately, your calculations were wrong."

He turned to look at Big D: "Go and see where the hair is."

was talking.

The door opened.

Changmao appeared at the door and looked at Wu Zhihui with some embarrassment: "Sorry, Brother Hui, there are too many cars and there is a traffic jam."

"It doesn't matter, just bring it."

Wu Zhihui looked at the two men who were pushing in, and hooked his hands at them: "Come up and talk."

The two of them lowered their heads and came to the tea table tremblingly. Their faces were covered with blood and bruises. They thought it would be a difficult time for them.

"you!"

Wu Zhihui pointed at the fat middle-aged man: "I seem to remember you. Are you a person with bright glasses? Your name is Aqiang?"

Da Sang looked at the middle-aged man who appeared. He narrowed his eyes and felt a thump in his heart. Wasn't this Poujie missing?Why did it appear? !

He had a bad feeling in his heart.

"It's me!"

Aqiang's knees softened and he fell to the ground, crawling up to Wu Zhihui: "Brother Hui, this matter has nothing to do with me. I, Jing Bing, am the one who jumped on the street to kill Brother Hui."

Wu Zhihui raised his eyebrows: "Is that all?"

"There are more."

Aqiang looked at Da Sang with twinkling eyes.

"Hem home shovel!"

Da Sang's expression changed and he yelled: "Damn it, what are you looking at me doing? I want to die!"

"Don't get excited, Brother Dasang."

Wu Zhihui raised the corners of his mouth and smiled broadly: "I'll give you one more chance to say it. I won't embarrass you if you say it."

"Actually, Jing Bing wants to kill Brother Hui, and Brother Da... Da Sang also knows about it."

Aqiang trembled, gritted his teeth and said, "Jia Bing mentioned this matter to Brother Sang, I heard it."

Wu Zhihui asked: "Did Da Sang instigate Jing Bingqian?"

"That's not true."

Aqiang shook his head, not daring to say anything nonsense: "Brother Sang rejected him and said he would look for opportunities to promote Jing Bing later."

"what"

Wu Zhihui responded meaningfully and looked at Da Sang: "So Brother Sang has known about this for a long time, but you didn't tell me. It seems that you also want something to happen to me?!"

"You also said you would look for an opportunity to promote him. Are you trying to lure Jing Bing to kill me?!"

"Hem home shovel!"

Da Sang's eyelids twitched violently, and he rushed up to A Qiang, punching and kicking him: "You damn dare to frame me, it's absolutely nothing, I didn't do it!"

"stop!"

Ren Qingtian scolded: "Do you think we don't exist? Well done to you, Dasang. It turns out you knew about this a long time ago?!"

Da Sang had no choice but to stop abruptly and forcefully explain: "He disappeared when something happened to Jing Bing. Who knows if Wu Zhihui bribed him?!"

"Isn't there another one?"

Wu Zhihui looked at the other person who was trembling: "What do you do? I don't know you."

"He's an arms smuggler."

Feilong said: "I remember him. The family that supplied me with supplies earlier also asked him to buy arms. I met him once."

Feilong sells K-boys, and the circle will come into contact with people like them.

"Yes"

The man did not dare to hide it and said truthfully: "Jiang Bing bought a gun from me, a big black star with six bullets."

"Is that clear?"

Wu Zhihui looked at Da Sang: "Brother Sang, Brother Sang, look at you, you are really too anxious. I know you are anxious, but can you please stop being so anxious?!"

"I haven't even rushed to the street yet, but you're already planning to carve up my territory. No wonder you allowed Jing Bing to do this. You knew he was going to kill me but you didn't remind me yet."

"Brothers, don't you think it's unethical for you to do this? Jing Jingbing is the leader who helps you manage the smuggling business. He is such an important character, but you won't stop him if he wants to kill me?!"

Just now Da Sang boasted about Jing Bing's status, so how embarrassing is Da Sang now.

He boasted that Jingbing Bing was so important, but he didn't stop him and indulged him. Wu Zhihui didn't need to say anything and just slapped him in the face.

Da Sang hesitated, looked at Wu Zhihui who was looking at him with a smile, gritted his teeth, and had to say hard: "I don't know, I don't know about this matter at all, it has nothing to do with me."

Just now, Da Sang opened his mouth to ask Wu Zhihui for whatever he wanted, which made him more suspicious of Da Sang.

Wu Zhihui glanced at Da Mang with a sneer, and that smile seemed to be saying: In terms of calculations, can you, Da Mang, beat me, Wu Zhihui?

The situation changed instantly, and the two people's situations changed.

"I'm a little doubtful now."

Wu Zhihui was murderous and put a high hat directly on Da Sang's head. He said in no hurry: "Brother Da Sang, do you think it was you who asked Jing Bing to kill me?!"

"Seeing that you can't kill me, and thinking that I have no evidence, you can openly ask me for territory, right?"

(End of this chapter)