Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 132: Sister-in-law, you are hindering me from driving.
"Oh? Are you here to give money?"

Thirteen closed the pen in his hand, pressed it hard and made a crisp sound: "Invite them in quickly."

We had an agreement with Wu Zhihui last night and had someone send the money immediately in the morning. This was quite efficient.

Less than 1 minutes.

The office door opened, and the assistant led the person in. After seeing the person coming, Thirteen's face, which was still smiling, suddenly turned cold.

He knew this person, not from Wu Zhihui, but from Ma Zai who showed up with the funeral last night.

Ma Zai led the two of them into the office and put the canvas bag he was carrying on the table without saying a word: "Brother Thirteen, my big mourning brother asked me to bring the money to you."

"That's it for the market. When the time comes, we will enter. Is that okay?!"

Ma Zai spoke stiffly, just informing Thirteen.

"Take it."

With a cold face, Thirteen touched the Nanyang Double Happiness on the table, opened the iron can and took out one in his hand: "Take the money and tell Da Mang, it's impossible!"

"I put the money right here."

Ma Zai was straightforward and ignored Thirteen: "The boss asked me to bring the money. I delivered the money. My mission is completed."

His eyes focused on Thirteen: "By the way, the boss asked me to give you a message, don't toast or eat, and you will be fined!"

"call"

Thirteen struck a match, lit the cigarette with the flaming match, took a long breath of smoke, raised his hand and slapped the table: "Take it away, I told you to take the money away!"

He stared at Ma Zai with a cold face: "You are threatening me, Thirteen? What kind of character I have never seen before, and you are threatening me?!"

"Ha ha."

Ma Zai sneered, ignored Shisan, turned around and left.

Doorway.

The assistant appeared again: "Brother Thirteen, someone has come to send money again."

Behind.

Wu Zhihui walked in front, with Big D and Changmao following behind. They appeared at the door of the office and glanced at the mournful Ma Zai inside: "Hey, Brother Thirteen, your small office is quite lively."

Then he pursed his lips and said, "Long hair."

Changmao walked in, put the money bag in his hand on the table, and opened the zipper: "Brother Thirteen, this is the agreed amount, please order a little."

"it is good."

Thirteen nodded in response, glanced at the money and then pulled up the zipper: "I have received the money."

Wu Zhihui glanced at the mournful Ma Zai.

Big D hurriedly stepped forward, raised his hand and pushed away Ma Zai who was blocking the door: "Go away, what are you doing blocking the door!" Then he stretched out his hand: "Brother Hui, please come in."

The mournful Ma Zai dared not speak out, but they still did not dare to challenge Wu Zhihui.

"Brother Thirteen."

Wu Zhihui walked in and looked at the other piece of money on the table: "Tsk, you are quite good at doing business. You charge two pieces of money for a street market. Isn't this good?"

Thirteen made the latest move and looked at Ma Zai, who was mourning: "I will only accept one share of the money. Take your share!"

Ma Zai's eyes swept around Thirteen and Wu Zhihui: "We."

"Take it!"

Wu Zhihui scolded, grabbed the money bag on the table and threw it directly in front of Ma Zai: "I told you to take it away, don't you understand?!"

Ma Zai opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but noticed the look in Wu Zhihui's eyes and did not dare to speak.

At this moment.

But another Ma Zi stood up, looked at Wu Zhihui, and said coldly: "You take it away as you say, wouldn't we be very shameless?"

He stared at Wu Zhihui: "Who do you think you are? Do you think you are a policeman?! Are you talking so awesomely?!"

Wu Zhihui looked at Ma Zai who was speaking, and suddenly narrowed his eyes, focusing on his face. He felt that this face was very familiar.

in mind.

Memories come fast.

Is he A Cong?

A former classmate in the police academy?

If I remember correctly, this person had a pretty good relationship with his predecessor when he was in the police academy.

When did he follow the great mourning?When was he hired as an undercover agent? !
"Come!"

Ah Cong stared at Wu Zhihui angrily: "Tell me, are you a policeman? Are you so awesome at talking?!"

"Ha ha."

Wu Zhihui's expression was calm and he stared at him: "Very good, you are very talented." Then he hooked at him: "What's your name?!"

A Cong took a step forward, not afraid: "My name is A Cong!"

"Very good. You are brave enough to talk to me like this. I admire you very much."

Wu Zhihui laughed when he heard this and muttered: "Ah Cong, eh." Then he scolded: "Big D, go and slap him twice to make him think about his status before talking to me."

Big D immediately walked up, raised his hand and slapped A Cong on the face twice, held down A Cong's head and pressed his knee down directly on A Cong's stomach.

Acong, who was in pain, suddenly shrank into a shrimp and huddled together with his stomach in his arms, his expression in pain.

"Hem home shovel!"

Big D cursed and kept moving his hands: "You dare to talk to my boss like this, you are not big or small!"

He pushed A Cong out with his backhand and raised his hand: "Next time you dare to speak, your mouth will be torn apart."

Acong panted heavily, stared at Big D, and stopped talking.

"What are you looking at? I'm going to pick your eyeballs again."

Wu Zhihui pointed at the money bag on the ground: "Take the money away and tell Da Mang that Brother Thirteen won't accept his money, so don't bother him again."

"Take it away!"

Thirteen shouted impatiently: "What? You still want to force it on me?! If you bother me again next time, no one can leave!"

As he finished speaking, all the employees who were still sitting at their work stations came over, both men and women, and blocked the door: "I told you to take it, take the money and get out!"

Not to mention, this group of people is quite powerful.

Ma Zai was frightened by this posture. After thinking about it, he had to pick up the money bag on the ground and left in despair. "Hahaha"

Wu Zhihui laughed and glanced at the employees who were leaving at the door: "Brother Thirteen, these employees in your company are so awesome."

"Eh."

Thirteen waved his hand reservedly: "I'm good to them, and they support me. Compared with Ah Hui, you are still much worse."

The two exchanged a few more words before leaving. After getting into the car, Wu Zhihui lit a cigarette and squinted at the window.

Ah Cong, Ah Cong must be undercover too, did Zhang Jingliang arrange for him to come in?When was it arranged?Why did you arrange for him to come in? !

Earlier, I had never seen such a handsome guy around Da Sang. A Cong must have just come in recently.

Jingliang didn't notify him in advance and sent the person in without saying a word. What did he want to do?
What purpose did he have in mind for this move?Thinking of this, Wu Zhihui's brows knitted together.

Not happy, very unhappy.

Zhang Jingliang, Zhang Jingliang, are you thinking too much?
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Nine in the morning.

Ren Qingtian's single-family villa.

Ren Qingtian was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast. He looked at A Mei who was sitting opposite him and was in a trance, and shouted: "A Mei. A Mei?!"

He repeated a few words, and A Mei came back to her senses and quickly put down the spoon she was holding: "Ah, Brother Tian."

"What are you thinking about, so absorbed? You're all distracted."

Ren Qingtian raised his head and drank the milk in the cup, then took a paper towel and wiped the corners of his mouth: "You should drink the seafood porridge while it's hot. If it's too late, the porridge will have a fishy smell when it's cold."

He picked up the coat that was placed on the seat, stood up and walked outside: "I'm going out to do errands. If you need anything, call me."

"it is good."

Amei quickly stood up and walked out from Ren Qingtian. After watching him leave, she sat back in her seat. What happened last night appeared in her mind unconsciously.

Look back.

Last night, after having dinner with Thirteen and others, Wu Zhihui helped Ah Mei, who had drank too much, get into the car and the car drove out.

A Mei sat in the passenger seat, raised her hand to roll down the window, put on a lady's cigarette and smoked it. The wind from the window blew in, lifting the ends of her hair, revealing her crimson face. .

"What are you thinking about, sister-in-law?"

Wu Zhihui controlled the steering wheel with one hand and picked up the mineral water on the middle shelf with the other. He unscrewed it and handed it to A Mei: "Do you feel uncomfortable after drinking too much? Drink some water."

"I don't know why my sister-in-law drank so much just now. Although this red wine is good for your skin, you can't drink too much."

"Ah."

A Mei snorted softly, reached out to take the mineral water handed over by Wu Zhihui, and took a sip: "So you still know how to care about people. I thought you didn't care about me at all."

"No."

Wu Zhihui shook his head: "Those of us who are young, of course have to take good care of our elder sisters-in-law."

"Really? Is that all?"

A trace of charm flashed in A Mei's eyes, she moved the seat back, took off her shoes and put her feet directly under the front gear of the car: "In Hui Zai's heart, do you just think of me like this?"

The dark blue ribbed knitted skirt slipped down slightly due to the height difference, making her legs long and slender, revealing the black stockings wrapping her feet.

The soles of the feet under the black stockings are slender and round, showing regular aesthetic lines. As the car moves, street lights occasionally shine on them, revealing a hazy style.

She exerted strength on the soles of her feet and moved her toes wrapped in black stockings. Then she measured her body, twitching her chin and looking at Wu Zhihui. The V-neck white sweater had a loose collar and asked, "Do I look good in what I'm wearing today?"

Wu Zhihui looked away: "Very good."

"Perfunctory."

Amei's brows were bunched together, obviously dissatisfied with Wu Zhihui's answer: "I'll give you a chance to answer again."

"very beautiful."

Wu Zhihui looked straight: "You have the charm of a mature woman, just like you now, with your rosy face like a ripe peach."

"Like it?!"

A-Mei raised the corner of her mouth, folded her legs, and leaned close to Wu Zhihui's ear: "Do you want to take a bite?"

At close range, the faint smell of red wine in A Mei's mouth had not dissipated, and the hot air hit Wu Zhihui's ears, tickling them.

She looked at Wu Zhihui with twinkling eyes, a sly expression on her face, and she was secretly proud: "Young man, I don't believe I can't deal with you."

"Ha ha."

Wu Zhihui smiled.

"In your heart, do you think the big reporter is better-looking or Sister A Mei?"

Amei turned to look at Wu Zhihui and looked at his angular face. Handsome men are always pleasing to the eye: "Do you prefer the type of big reporter or the type of sister-in-law?"

"Sister-in-law."

"What's your name, sister-in-law? My name is Sister Amei."

Ah Mei directly interrupted Wu Zhihui's words. She raised her hand and directly covered Wu Zhihui's knees, murmuring in his ear: "I have never treated Hui Zai as an ordinary younger brother. I have always treated you as a big brother." .”

"I'm driving."

Wu Zhihui stretched out his hand to block Amei, and motioned her to return to her seat and say, "I'm not driving properly, and my loved ones are in tears. Sister Amei, please sit tight and fasten your seat belt. You are affecting my driving very much, thank you." "

"Hoohoo!"

A Mei's face became angry. She sat on her seat with her arms folded and breathed to adjust her mentality. She was obviously very angry.

I originally thought that under his charm, Wu Zhihui would be able to take the initiative, but who knew that Wu Zhihui would remain unmoved.

She glared at Wu Zhihui, grinding her teeth angrily. Looking at Wu Zhihui who was concentrating on driving, she became more and more unconvinced, but there was nothing she could do against Wu Zhihui.

Suddenly.

A hint of cunning flashed in A Mei's eyes, she stuck out her tongue and licked her elastic lips, then jumped directly towards Wu Zhihui from her seat.

"Crench!"

The Mercedes-Benz car suddenly braked and stopped smoothly next to the roadside.

Wu Zhihui sat on his seat, turned to look out the window, put his palms on the window and grabbed the door.

Three 10 minutes later.

The Mercedes-Benz restarted and continued to drive forward.

Amei picked up a lady's cigarette and took a puff, looking at Wu Zhihui faintly, showing a somewhat proud smile.

(End of this chapter)