Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 243: Zhizhi and joint victory

Repulse Bay Villas.

cloakroom.

Wu Zhihui stood in front of the floor-length mirror, his back straight. Although he was still busy dealing with the two girls when he came back last night, but after a few hours of good rest, it was not a big problem.

Hong Kong Sheng was busy assisting Wu Zhihui in dressing up. After changing several watches, she chose a Black Water Ghost and helped Wu Zhihui wear it.

She took two steps back to distance herself from Wu Zhihui, looked at it carefully and then nodded with satisfaction: "Well, this is pretty good."

Then he turned to look at the large connected bedroom inside, and shouted softly: "Sister Huizhen, come and see, how does Ah Hui look in this suit?"

In the large bedroom.

Le Huizhen lazily lay on her side on the soft big bed with the quilt under her arms, her head sunk into the soft pillow, her hair spread naturally on her face, showing her laziness.

This piece of underwear was scattered randomly on the soft carpet. The black lace stockings and open gray stockings were held down by an eye-catching red braided rope.

"Well"

Le Huizhen murmured, and a lazy voice came: "Ah Hui is so pretty, and he has the temperament to wear whatever watch he wears. Wear whatever you want."

The big bed that originally seemed a bit crowded for three people to sleep on suddenly became spacious as Wu Zhihui and Hong Kong students got up. Le Huizhen now enjoyed the rare time of having the big bed to herself.

Those slender white thighs stretched out from the quilt, and the sunlight outside the window shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows and shone on the soles of her feet.

In the light pillar, the soles of the feet were bathed in golden light.

The toes are long, slender and rounded, the arches of the feet are graceful, the toenails are neatly trimmed, and the red nail polish is applied to make them more eye-catching.

As if being warmed by the beam of light, Le Huizhen moved her toes, turned over and continued to rest, facing inside.

Today is the big day for Wu Zhihui's passing and joint victory. It was originally very important. As the woman behind Wu Zhihui, of course she also has to participate in the logistics work.

However, we cannot blame the great journalist Le Huizhen for being too careless about Wu Zhihui's affairs. The main reason was that Hong Kong students took advantage of opportunities last night and deliberately diverted the gun.

This made her here become the main battlefield. In addition to having fun, it also made her physically and mentally happy. At the same time, she was also so tired that she couldn't recover at all and didn't want to move at all.

"Sister Huizhen is right."

After listening to Le Huizhen's answer, Hong Kong students no longer insisted on letting Le Huizhen get up to give advice. She picked up her suit jacket and put it on Wu Zhihui's hand: "Okay, it's almost done. It's time to leave. Can't we?" It wasted time."

"Um"

Wu Zhihui groaned and looked at his watch. It was only eight o'clock now, which was a bit too early. He lowered his head and leaned into Hong Kong's ear: "It's still early. How about we go inside to visit your sister Huizhen."

"Well"

Hong Kong Sheng felt the warm itching sensation coming from his ears, he shrank his neck and said coquettishly: "No way, it will waste time, and I will have to take a bath again later."

"Besides, Big D and the others are already outside the villa now. We can't keep them waiting too long."

"What's that."

Wu Zhihui didn't care about this. He pulled Hong Kong Sheng inside, picked her up and threw her on the big bed. Hong Kong Sheng immediately got into the quilt shyly and thrust towards Le Huizhen like a maggot baby. .

Wu Zhihui was preparing for a tiger to go down the mountain and catch a big rabbit to beat its teeth with paper. Who knew that at this time, the mobile phone lying beside him rang.

Le Huizhen glanced at the phone, shrugged innocently, stopped fighting and reached out to grab the phone to answer the call, her tone became crisp: "What's wrong?"

"Sister Zhen."

The voice of Le Huizhen's assistant, Fatty, rang on the phone: "Is Wu Sheng doing anything today? I heard someone said that Jin is organizing people to prepare manuscripts and prepare to interview Wu Sheng."

Jin Mengyuan was a reporter on the same issue as Le Huizhen. She used to be the pillar of the station, and she was also condescending to Le Huizhen. She used to treat her like a servant on the station.

Later, after Le Huizhen became famous, Jin Mengyuan and Le Huizhen's temperaments were like phoenixes among the chickens. With the blessing of various resources in the station, Le Huizhen became more and more popular, and gradually she was also The comparison is over.

"yes?!"

Hearing this, Le Huizhen couldn't help but frowned, and cursed angrily: "What the hell is this damn [-] like? He came up to you just after smelling it, bah." Then she waved her hand: "Okay, I understand. .”

She hung up the phone and looked at Wu Zhihui: "Ah Hui, do you remember Jin Mengyuan? You have met her once before. Our reporter on the station heard that she is going to the Sansheng Palace today to make a fuss."

"Oh?"

Wu Zhihui raised his eyebrows, as if he was remembering something: "She? She seems to have some impression of that senior chicken worker?"

I met Jin Mengyuan and Wu Zhihui once. When I went to pick up Le Huizhen a long time ago, I was waiting for her to come downstairs from the TV station, and I met Jin Mengyuan who happened to come out.

She looked at Wu Zhihui sitting in the Mercedes-Benz car, her eyes lit up, she twisted her professional butt-covering short skirt and came up to her, the strong smell of perfume hit her face: "Brother Hui, are you here to pick up Sister Huizhen? "

Le Huizhen suddenly became famous. Jin Mengyuan had already investigated her relationship secretly, so she naturally knew about Wu Zhihui.

She took out a Marlboro cigarette and handed one to Wu Zhihui: "Some women just procrastinate. They have finished their work long ago and refuse to come down. They have to stay up there and procrastinate, deliberately hanging."

To say this is to insinuate Le Huizhen and turn a deaf ear.

"Ha ha."

Wu Zhihui sneered and blocked her cigarette: "I don't know about other people, but when I saw you, I thought of an idiom?"

"What?" Jin Mengyuan laughed, and said with a flattering smile: "Brother Hui is going to praise me? How about this, let's go have dinner together? Let's have a few beers by the way, I can drink some cold ones."

"Advanced chicken worker!"

Wu Zhihui looked at Le Huizhen coming down over there, and waved to her casually: "Huizhen is coming down, stay away from me, I'm afraid she will misunderstand."

"what?"

Jin Mengyuan didn't react for a while and didn't understand what this sentence meant. It wasn't until she saw Le Huizhen who opened the car door and got in with a pursed lips and a snicker that her face darkened in hindsight.

She, Jin Mengyuan, didn’t know what happened. After all, she was a big reporter before, but somehow she gave people a promiscuous air, and she was not as good as the girls in the nightclubs in Aberdeen.

It is estimated that she has also taken the path of physical superiority and has served many masters. Compared with Le Huizhen, she is not even qualified to lift Le Huizhen's high heels, so Wu Zhihui has no interest in talking to her.

The Mercedes-Benz stepped on the accelerator and drove away, leaving only Jin Mengyuan standing there in the exhaust fumes with a sullen face.

The car went a long way.

"Hahaha"

Sitting in the car, Le Huizhen covered her mouth and laughed when she heard Wu Zhihui say the three words "senior chicken worker": "Ah Hui, you can't do this, these four words of yours are too damaging. "

"It's her!"

Le Huizhen held her arms with both hands, rubbed her chin with her fingers, and showed a thoughtful expression: "She is going to Sansheng Palace to block you today. She must be trying to take the opportunity to say something tricky, and then spread the word about your relationship with her. It’s a matter of victory.”

According to Deng Bo's wishes, today's transition ceremony is indispensable, and Wu Zhihui did not refuse. However, if Jin Mengyuan takes the opportunity to publicize it, it will have a bad impact on Wu Zhihui.

After all, Wu Zhihui's business was clean, he had opened a new security company, and he appeared at such a big ceremony as Lian Sheng in the blink of an eye. It was inevitable that there would be a bad impression in public opinion.

As a reporter, Le Huizhen has a keen sense of smell: "How about this? Arrange for someone to block them on the road and teach her a lesson. She's so stinky. She thinks of some dirty tricks all day long."

"Haha." Wu Zhihui laughed dumbly, and Le Huizhen's way of talking and doing things was getting more and more wild now: "That's not necessary. If we deal with them, we will really fall into the trap."

"I can handle it. I'm just a little reporter who has been reduced to the [-]th line. No matter how much he can say with his mouth."

"Ok."

When Le Huizhen heard what Wu Zhihui said, she couldn't say anything more: "That's right, Eighth Po, I have to deal with her if I have a chance."

"okay."

Wu Zhihui glanced at his watch and without further delay, turned downstairs, walked out of the hall and came to the entrance of the villa.

The convoy of Big D and others had already been waiting here for a long time. They opened the car door and waited for Wu Zhihui to get in, then flashed towards Fanling, North District.

·····
Beautiful TV station.

Jin Mengyuan read the prepared manuscripts silently in her mind and then put them away. She looked at the assistant who was packing the machine next to her: "Are you ready?!"

"immediately."

The assistant stayed in the bar last night until two or three in the morning. After sleeping for a few hours, Jin Mengyuan called her over to work. Her head was dizzy: "Sister Jin, are you so fast?"

"Are you looking down on me?"

Jin Mengyuan curled her lips, took the foundation box and patted her face in front of the small mirror. She applied powder to her face very quickly: "Just for these few questions, I still need a lot of time. Go and remember?!”

"Let me tell you, if you do well this time, you and I will still have a chance to return to the top in the future. If you follow Sister Jin, you won't suffer."

More than ten minutes later, after they packed up, they got into the news van that had been parked downstairs and headed towards Fanling in the North District.

upstairs.

In the office building.

Senior Inspector Ma Jun of the North District Police Station and the manager of the TV station stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the news truck driving out. The manager smiled flatteringly and said: "Don't worry, there is definitely no problem with this matter. Jin Mengyuan can definitely handle it." !”

"Well, the bigger the momentum, the better."

Ma Jun was wearing casual clothes, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands in his pockets: "Once this matter is settled, we can talk about anything. We must make sure that Wu Zhihui cannot get off the stage. It is best to beat people in public. We will take action." .”

No one was so boring as to pay attention to Wu Zhihui's passing and Lian Sheng's affairs, except Superintendent Zeng. He thought this was a good opportunity and arranged for Ma Jun to contact the manager, preparing to take the opportunity to put pressure on Wu Zhihui.

"Don't worry, it will be fine."

The manager looked at Ma Jun with a flattering smile: "If this matter goes well, then my nephew drank too much a few days ago."

"He was just drunk. There were other people who seriously injured others. We are investigating."

Ma Jun waved his hands casually, put his hands in his pockets, turned around, and walked outside without looking back: "You just need to finish your business, I have to leave first."

He, Ma Jun, also had something to do. The Three Saints Palace in Fanling is on Jockey Club Road in North District. With so many people gathered together, of course he, Ma Jun, was going to go. Superintendent Zeng asked him to go there because he was causing trouble.

"Ok!"

The manager sent Ma Jun out with a smile on his face. After thinking about it, he still felt that he should give Jin Mengyuan a few words, so he called her directly:

"I'm telling you this, you must look good. I guarantee that if you handle this well, we will have new resources for you."

"Do not worry."

Jin Mengyuan's charming voice rang on the phone: "Aren't you still worried about my ability to do things? My verbal skills are very powerful. It's not like you haven't experienced it, right?"

"Humph."

The manager hummed before hanging up the phone: "Let's finish work early tonight. Let's go have a few drinks tonight. Let me check whether your oral skills have improved."

People like Jin Mengyuan were tired of playing in the past. After playing a few times, they lost interest and had no charm at all. But it's not impossible to have a bite once in a while. Let's make do with it.

"no problem."

Jin Mengyuan nodded in response, and after hanging up the phone, she gritted her teeth viciously: "Wu Zhihui, who is rushing to the street, damn Le Huizhen, this time I will make your man a mess."

"The underworld is the underworld. No matter how you clean it, it can't be cleaned. I will make you, Wu Zhihui, reveal your true colors in front of the media!"

Jin Mengyuan planned to take advantage of today's opportunity to compete with Le Huizhen for resources in Taiwan again, so in addition to going by herself, she also spent money to invite the paparazzi and some small media in the circle.

In Hong Kong Island, there is freedom of speech. The more people, the better. She does not believe that Wu Zhihui dares to leave directly. It is even more unclear to leave directly.

1984 10 Month 5 Day.

Renshen day of the Guiyou month of the Jiazi year falls on the [-]th day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar and falls on a Sunday. It is suitable for: offering sacrifices, getting married, getting married, and breaking ground.
Taboo: Setting up bed, opening the market, trading...
Nine thirty in the morning.

Fanling Three Saints Temple.

When we were still some way away from the Three Saints Palace, flags had been hung around the Jockey Club Road. The flags were fluttering in the wind to welcome the convoys of various societies that were coming one after another.

After finalizing Wu Zhihui's transfer and Liansheng, He Liansheng still paid more attention to this transfer ceremony, especially Wu Zhihui's operation in handling the Northern District's territory, which made other regional leaders also very interested.

Everyone is looking forward to Wu Zhihui a little more, and are looking forward to whether they can have any business dealings with Wu Zhihui.

Outside the Sansheng Palace, the parking lot has already been filled with cars, and the cars coming from behind can only spread out and park on the side of the road.

He Lian Sheng's uncles, headed by Deng Bo, had already arrived and were chatting with other club speakers in the hall outside. The atmosphere was lively and enjoyable.

"Ah Hui is here."

Chuiji, Lin Huaile and Ohura Hei were standing outside smoking cigarettes. When they saw Wu Zhihui's motorcade coming in and parking in the reserved parking space, they greeted them with smiles: "Ah Hui, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Thank you all for being so enthusiastic."

Wu Zhihui took out a cigarette and passed it around with them. He held it in his mouth and looked up at the steps in front of him: "The scene today is really lively."

At the end of the steps, there is the temple of the Three Saints Palace standing tall, decorated with lanterns and colorful banners, with flags fluttering in the wind.

The last time we were here, it was Wu Zhihui who officially took up his post. This time, it was Wu Zhihui who took over the post and joined Lian Sheng and took over again.

"No way."

Chuiji smiled and waved his hand: "What a great show Hui Zai is. This is how we and Liansheng welcome you, Ah Hui. You have to have everything you should have, right?"

Just talking.

There was a sudden sound of brakes, and the car stopped. Ma Jun and a group of waiters got out of the car and walked towards Wu Zhihui and others with a clear goal.

"Yo."

Ma Jun walked up to Wu Zhihui and the others and raised his eyebrows: "Isn't this Wu Zhihui from Huiyao Security Company? Why are you here?"

　I found that the October 10th originally planned in the previous chapter was different from the appropriate and taboo dates, so I revised it. I hereby change it. I made a mistake and the date was not optimistic. I am sorry, sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)