Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 269: Furious Lin Huaile, take your time, don’t be anxious

"Ha ha."

Superintendent Zeng listened to Hot Chicken's words and looked out the window in the distance, his expression becoming unpredictable.

Hot Chicken's words were a bit beyond his expectations. Did he hear some different information?

"It's like this."

Spicy Chicken was very careful, and he organized his words and quickly mentioned a few key points: "Tonight, Ren Qingtian organized a private dinner party and invited several people to his home for dinner."

"You must be very interested to know about these people. There are Wu Zhihui and his Ma Zai Big D and Ah Ji, as well as Xinji's talker Lao Xu, Bai Zhifan Shi Zecheng, and Shu Yilin of the Land Group."

His tone became a little lower, and he asked: "It's more or less important for these people to sit together, right?! Sir Zeng."

"!"

Superintendent Zeng knitted his brows together as he listened to Hot Chicken's words, leaned forward, and subconsciously asked, "What did they say when they ate together?!"

"Ugh"

Hot Chicken sighed and looked around with vigilant eyes: "I have been very unhappy with Ren Qingtian recently because of some things, so Ren Qingtian didn't let me eat together."

"Ha ha."

When Superintendent Zeng heard what the hot chick said, his expression suddenly turned cold: "You think this is funny? It's not funny at all! I found you now"

"Just kidding, Sir Zeng."

Hearing the displeasure in Superintendent Zeng's tone, Hot Chicken chuckled, took out the recording device in his pocket, and pressed the button to turn on the public broadcast.

Ren Qingtian's voice came clearly to Superintendent Zeng's ears through the phone microphone: "Ah Hui, you are really a bastard. Ah Ji can eat so much, why don't you let others eat it? Only when you are full can you have strength." work."

"Big D, are you interested in immigrating?"

Hot Chicken very selectively selected a few passages and played them to Superintendent Zeng. The recording still needed to be processed, and he definitely couldn't let Superintendent Zeng know it directly. He just said: "How is it?!"

He grinned proudly, with a strong sense of pride in his tone: "He, Ren Qingtian, would never have thought that my spicy chicken had installed monitoring equipment under their dining table in advance. What did they say? I know everything!"

"Sir Zeng, what I can tell you is that what they discussed during dinner tonight was related to Lian Sheng. It must have an impact on you, Superintendent Zeng, and it will have a great impact!"

"Ha ha."

Superintendent Zeng immediately became interested after hearing what the hot chicken said: "It seems that the 100 million in my pocket is going to run away from home again."

Hot Chicken was an undercover agent he sent out before, so he knew him very well.

Since he dared to ask for 100 million, he must know that these conversations would be of great use to him, but he could not imagine that anything related to Liansheng could be directly related to him.

There's no way Wu Zhihui and Xin Ji could hook up and prepare for a joint victory, right?

If this is the case, that would be great. Wu Zhihui can be killed legitimately. With Lin Huaile's great achievements, he must be the talker.

"How about this."

Superintendent Zeng thought for a moment and agreed readily. He said into the phone: "I will arrange for someone to contact you in person. If there is no problem and if it is indeed worth the price, the money will be given to you immediately."

"no problem."

Hot Chicken also agreed simply and neatly: "Give me a contact information and I will contact you when the time comes."

"Just tonight."

Superintendent Zeng stood up impatiently: "I will arrange for someone to contact you now and give me a position. You know Ma Jun."

"Row."

Hot Chicken thought for a while and agreed. He had nothing to worry about. He didn't have to worry about Zeng not giving him the money after receiving the news: "By the way, you'd better call Lin Huaile too."

At the end, he added: "He can judge the value of this news more intuitively."

Hot Chicken hung up the phone casually, walked out of the phone booth, lowered his head and lit a cigarette, exhaled a long breath, returned to the car and leaned on the seat to smoke lazily.

He held the recording equipment in his hand and played with it leisurely, spinning it on his knees and licking his dry lips: "Ren Qingtian, Ren Qingtian, since you don't care about friendship at all, then don't blame me for being unkind." !”

Laji had already made up his mind when deploying the recording equipment, so he felt no burden or psychological pressure at all.

In the face of absolute interests related to money, no matter how long the friendship is, it will fall apart. Everything is for yourself, as long as you have money.

The man surnamed Zeng arranged for Ma Jun to contact him. If they knew the news, they would definitely give him money. He supported and supported Lin Huaile to become the person in charge of the dispute. It was definitely impossible to just let Wu Zhihui and the others go.

They need people to do things, and they can still come in handy. As Ren Qingtian's driver and confidant for many years, he will definitely give them money when they come in handy in the future.

Just as the hot chicken guessed, Superintendent Zeng was indeed willing to pay. After hanging up the phone, he first called their white glove financial company and asked them to prepare the money to send to Ma Jun.

He then called Ma Jun and told him to go to the designated place to get the money, and finally called Lin Huaile.

Lin Huaile had a very regular schedule, even after he became rich. Jordan didn't have so many things to do and he went to bed very early at night.

After he was woken up by the phone, his tone was quite unpleasant, but when he heard the voice of Superintendent Zeng, he frowned and sat up, and his tone became much calmer: "What's wrong, Mr. Zeng?"

Lin Huaile received the full support of Superintendent Zeng. It was because of Superintendent Zeng's support that Lin Huaile turned around and reversed the trend. He used his money to build relationships, and more and more people supported him.

Therefore, of course he must respect him in front of Superintendent Zeng. After all, Superintendent Zeng gave him the opportunity to pick up his bowl.

"There is a letter."

Superintendent Zeng got straight to the point and said straight to the point: "Tonight, Ren Qingtian organized a dinner party, and Wu Zhihui, Lao Xu from Xinji, and people from the Land Group all called over."

He briefly described it: "The information given to me by the secret source is that they are not simply having dinner together tonight, but have other agendas, and they involve Liansheng."

"He asked me for 100 million in exchange for this news. I think it's okay to get in touch with him. You can make a trip."

"what"

Lin Huaile listened to Superintendent Zeng's words and casually touched the cigarette, lit it and took a sip: "One million? What news? It's so expensive?"

What he was thinking about was who would pay for the 100 million. If he was asked to pay, he would be a little unhappy.

"I have already prepared the money."

Superintendent Zeng seemed to see what Lin Huaile was worried about, and pointed out the theme again: "Will you go there yourself?!"

"Row."

This time, Lin Huaile agreed simply and neatly: "Okay, I'll go out right away. Give me your address."

"Well, remember, you have to go there yourself, don't let others know, the chess pieces are useful."

Superintendent Zeng nodded in response, and did not forget to give another instruction: "By the way, give me an objective evaluation. If the information is useful, the money must be given to him. This chess piece is not easy, but I am still useful."

"rest assured."

Lin Huaile got up from the bed and agreed readily: "Don't worry, I'll contact you when the time comes."

He picked up his Burberry jacket, clutched his car keys and was about to go out. After thinking for a moment, he went to his son's room and turned the door lock, but the door was locked from the inside.

in the room.

Danny turned on a small desk lamp and was sitting in front of a small desk scratching his head. There was a piece of white paper in front of him and he wrote two words. This was a love letter he was writing to the girl he liked in school, but he didn't know how. Put pen to paper.

Hearing the sound of the door lock twisting outside, he was so frightened that he immediately turned off the desk lamp. The room fell into darkness, and he remained motionless and did not dare to make a sound for fear that Lin Huaile would see it.

"Stinky boy."

Seeing that there was no movement inside, Lin Huaile didn't think much. He shook his head with a smile and muttered in a low voice: "I'm just over ten years old and haven't grown up yet. I already know that I have my own secrets when I sleep with the door locked."

He took out the car keys and drove towards his destination.

at the same time.

After Ma Jun took the money, he also headed towards his destination. When he arrived, Lin Huaile was already at the scene. The car was parked on the side of the road and he was smoking against the hood of the car.

"tsk"

Ma Jun got out of the car and put his hands in the pockets of his jeans: "Le Shao is so impressive now. The car is so high-end, and the momentum has also increased."

He was a man now. Seeing Lin Huaile getting closer to Superintendent Zeng, his name for Lin Huaile changed. He looked around and asked, "Where are the people?"

"I just arrived not too long ago."

Lin Huaile took out a cigarette and threw one to Ma Jun: "Calling people out at twelve o'clock in the evening, what's the matter?"

"How would I know."

Ma Jun lit a cigarette, reached for the car door, bent down, took out the canvas bag on the back seat and threw it on the ground: "One million, it's very heavy. What news is worth this price?!"

He took out a mobile phone from his pocket and placed it on the front of the car: "Just let me take this."

Lin Huaile knew at a glance that he was trying to hide his identity. He didn't want people to know who this person was, so he was not in a hurry. He held a cigarette in his mouth and waited patiently. What news was there about Lian Sheng?

Wu Zhihui hooks up with Xinji Lao Xu. What can he do, but he can't betray the club, right?

Hahaha.

Not for a while.

The mobile phone placed on the hood of the car rang. Ma Jun glanced at it and picked it up casually: "Look, it's what it says. I don't know where it is hidden. It's such a mysterious connection."

not far away.

Laji lay on the slope, looked at the two cars parked on the roadside, and then looked at Ma Jun and Lin Huaile standing under the street lamp, and took out his mobile phone to make a call.

He spoke quickly and commanded: "The thing is in the bushes diagonally in front of you. It's right here on the right side."

He had already hidden the recording equipment inside. Of course he would not show up on such occasions. The fewer people who knew him, the better.

Under Laji's command, Ma Jun quickly found what Laji had put inside from the bushes. He came to Lin Huaile with the recording equipment and handed it to him.

Hot Chicken continued: "Put the money here too. I will arrange for someone to come and pick it up." "Okay."

Ma Jun carried the money bag and placed it where he was before, looking around at the quiet and empty surroundings, and said in a relaxed tone to the phone: "But as I said before, I gave you the money. If you lose it, you can Don’t come to me.”

The phone was cut off immediately.

"Haha, interesting."

Lin Huaile took the recording equipment and looked around, took a puff on his cigarette and showed a playful smile: "It's interesting. Can the recording equipment be put down next to Ren Qingtian?"

Being able to put down this recording device next to Ren Qingtian and bring it out quietly is enough to explain this person's position next to Ren Qingtian.

"Hurry up."

Ma Jun wrapped up the black jacket he was wearing, raised his hand and glanced at his watch and urged: "I don't want to blow the salty cold wind here at night. It's so comfortable to sleep at home. People are also anxious to get their money." Come on, the two of us standing here are too much trouble."

Then he said: "Should I avoid it, Mr. Le?"

"Ah."

Lin Huaile put the cigarette into his mouth and bit it, squinted his eyes and began to operate the recording equipment: "You can listen if you want. We are all our own people. I don't believe you will talk too much."

Soon.

The recording equipment started working, and the content of their conversation was transmitted.

Lin Huaile and Ma Jun stood aside and listened. The recording equipment was very small, no bigger than a palm.

When Laji stuck it under the table, because the equipment would turn on the light when it was working, for safety reasons, he stuck two layers of black opaque tape on the inside and outside.

The tape blocked it, but it also gave an impression of the working of the equipment. The sound lines were not very clear, but it did not affect the ability to clearly hear what they were saying.

Time goes down.

“Immigration means forgetting one’s ancestors.”

Big D's voice sounded: "I, Big D, definitely don't want to be like other people's third-class citizens and are patriotic."

"Silly boy, you will be a street boy all your life!"

Lin Huaile listened to Big D's voice, took a hard puff of his cigarette, and cursed in a low voice with disdain: "You think immigrants can be moved at your request, and you don't care about your Lei Chao's qualifications. You just immigrate to others." Will I accept you?!"

He threw the cigarette on the ground and stamped it out: "You are a self-righteous person who will never get ahead in life after Wu Zhihui. If you want to immigrate, you will not be qualified in this life!"

Ma Jun looked at Lin Huaile who suddenly became furious with some surprise. How did he know that Lin Huaile was so angry that he still listened to Big D's scolding and scolded immigrants like them.

Lin Huaile wanted to immigrate very much. He was too old to move. His son Danny's identity had been determined for him. Big D's words were just scolding him and slapping him in the face. Of course he was angry.

But after all, Lin Huaile didn't say anything more.

As the conversation inside went deeper and deeper, the expression on Lin Huaile's face became colder and colder, and his brows were deeply knitted together into the word "Chuan".

"Whether you are doing things with Liansheng or not depends on other people's faces. It would be great if you could sit in the position of the talker."

"Ah Hui, are you interested in coming out to argue with me?"

Lin Huaile's face turned pale as he listened to Shi Zecheng's voice. He couldn't help but clenched his right hand tightly. The cigarette box he was holding quickly collapsed and twisted under the force of his palm.

His right arm holding the cigarette box trembled. Hearing Wu Zhihui's answer, his breathing became heavier for several minutes. He stared straight ahead and continued to listen expressionlessly.

Until the end, although Wu Zhihui did not give a definite answer, it was already self-evident.

Sun Kee's Shi Zecheng took the lead and led Sun Kee to cooperate with the Land Group to enter the Tsuen Wan reclamation project.

Wu Zhihui didn't say on the spot that he would choose the person to talk to, but Wu Zhihui was asked to work with him on the project. How could such a person not agree? !
As they said, if Wu Zhihui wants to transform, the current situation is definitely not enough. Participating in the reclamation project is undoubtedly a very good opportunity for him to further transform.

The recording has finished playing.

"Oh!"

Lin Huaile raised his hand and slapped the hood of the car hard, squeezing out a few words from between his teeth: "Xianjia Tuan, Xinji is so bold, he pushed Wu Zhihui out to argue with me and Lin Huaile?! "

"Such a big fire?!"

Ma Jun looked at Lin Huaile who was furious, opened his mouth and said, "If you and Lian Sheng want to choose someone to talk to, wouldn't you put the most emphasis on seniority and strength?"

"Wu Zhihui has only been in Helian Sheng for a long time. How can he be qualified to choose someone to talk about? Besides, isn't there a recording here?"

"If Lao Xu, Shi Zecheng and Wu Zhihui of Xinji said such things, just throw them to Deng Wei. Wu Zhihui is definitely not qualified to be selected. He might be kicked out directly by He Liansheng."

At this time, it was obvious that Ma Jun was not suitable to speak, and it was best to remain silent, but he wanted to get closer to Lin Huaile. In the future, everyone will work together, and there will be many opportunities for contact.

Lin Huaile was furious right now, so when he, Ma Jun, spoke now, it was undoubtedly to give Lin Huaile an outlet to vent his anger.

"If everything is as simple as you say, then just talk, and why do you need to do it?!"

Lin Huaile gritted his teeth with a cold face and said angrily: "Let's not mention that the effect of this equipment is not very good. We can't fully hear the voices to confirm their identities. So what if we know their identities?"

"They didn't say anything outrageous. They just recommended Wu Zhihui to be elected. What can you say? Do you think these leaders are fools? Even if Deng Wei wants to support me, others may not."

He spoke quickly, eager to vent his anger: "Look, if Wu Zhihui followed them into the Tsuen Wan reclamation project, who could do such a large project with just one or two people?"

"If this matter is leaked and there is such a big profit in front of them, some regional leaders will definitely go to Wu Zhihui to talk and want to drink soup with Wu Zhihui."

"Especially the people in their lineage who are only interested in profit. In addition, they are very unhappy with Lin Huaile because of the fish head mark. How do you think Kuanbao will express his position on this matter?!"

Lin Huaile's lung capacity was at its best at this moment. He almost said all these words in one breath, which was enough to show how urgent his emotions were now.

In the position of talker, whoever can bring benefits to the association and who can bring everyone together to make a fortune, everyone will vote for him.

Once the Tsuen Wan reclamation project starts, this is the most immediate benefit. It is tangible and tangible. If you get on the line with Wu Zhihui, you can drink soup with him. No one will refuse.

This is much more real than the slogan that he would lead He Lian Sheng into Tsim Sha Tsui and defeat Lao Jian after becoming a talker, and it is irresistible.

"Push the street!"

Ma Jun was speechless by Lin Huale. He opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer. He glanced at the angry Lin Huaile and decided not to speak now.

"Hem home shovel!"

Lin Huaile lit up his cigarette, took big sips to calm down his mood, and stared at the sea in front of him with a cold expression: "Wu Zhihui, Wu Zhihui, you fucking behave like me, do one thing in front of me and do the other behind your back."

"What qualifications do you have? You want to come out and compete with me for the position of the speaker?! It's impossible. Who dares to stop me from being the speaker? I'll cut off his hand, and no one can compete with me!"

Lin Huaile's expression was distorted and he looked full of violence. With his heavy breathing, his chest rose and fell violently in an arc visible to the naked eye.

Correct.

At present, Lin Huaile's desire for the position of the subject is getting stronger and stronger, and his desire for the power of the subject has reached its peak.

Just by losing a fish head mark and losing a competitor to compete, Superintendent Zeng increased his chips to invest in himself. This feeling was unprecedented.

When he becomes the talker, He Liansheng will have the right to speak, and the benefits it can bring to him are countless. Therefore, Lin Huaile is looking forward to it and will never allow anyone to ruin his good deeds.

who!Will not work!
"gone."

There was a trace of cruelty in Lin Huaile's eyes. He raised his head and looked around. He grabbed the recording equipment and got into the car: "I want to see how he can compete with me!"

After they left, Hot Chicken waited for a while, then ran out and took out the money bag from the bushes, opened the zipper and looked at the bills inside, closed the zipper and took it into the car.

He didn't notice that after he left, a person appeared on the hillside again, watching the hot chicken leave.

sitting in the car.

Lin Huaile called Superintendent Zeng directly: "The people from Xinji want to push Wu Zhihui to come out to argue with me about the issue."

"what?"

Superintendent Zeng listened to Lin Huaile's reply, and his voice suddenly rose: "What did you say?!"

"Is such that!"

Lin Huaile gritted his teeth and continued: "I don't care what they want to do, I just say one thing, I will kill anyone who dares to stand in the way of Lin Huaile's quarrel with me!"

"this matter"

Superintendent Zeng wanted to say something else, but was interrupted directly by Lin Huaile: "Okay, let's leave it like that. I'm tired. Go to bed and we'll talk tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned off the phone and hung up.

Superintendent Zeng walked back and forth in the room with the disconnected phone in hand, his brows knitted together in deep thought.

Lin Huaile returned home. Although he said so, he couldn't fall asleep in bed. He tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

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the next day.

Repulse Bay hilltop villa.

Wu Zhihui got up early, stood in the yard and stared at the target in front of him. He threw a club ball and hit the red heart.

A car parked at the gate of the villa.

"Boss."

Big D opened the car door and came down and came to Wu Zhihui: "I have already completed what you asked me to do last night."

While speaking, he handed over a piece of information: "Here is the situation of the leaders of the ninth district. Take a look."

"Have breakfast."

Wu Zhihui waved his hand and signaled Big D not to be anxious: "Take your time, speak slowly, eat breakfast first, and then read after you finish."

"Some things cannot be rushed."

(End of this chapter)