Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 366: What qualifications do you have for making pickled vegetables and rolling tofu? (-word update)

"Hahaha"

Da Jun glanced at Ah Ji and his group, and smiled when he saw Wu Zhihui sitting in the car: "It's not just that the things in the gambling stall were sorted out and then went back."

Ajila opened the door and gestured with his lips: "My boss invites you to dinner, will you go?"

Wu Zhihui was sitting in the passenger seat and looked at him with a smile. The smile on his face was thick, but it did make Dajun feel extremely eerie.

I've been intercepted by them, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave so easily.

"Go, of course."

Dajun showed a flattered expression and nodded repeatedly: "I have long wanted to have a few drinks with Brother Hui but never had the chance. Since Brother Hui is giving me a favor today, why wouldn't I go?"

He stepped towards the car and casually ordered the men behind him: "You guys can go along with us. Let's treat Brother Hui and the others to dinner. No matter what, my army must pay for it today."

Sitting in the car, he smiled at Wu Zhihui and said, "You say so, Brother Hui."

Wu Zhihui also laughed and touched the holder of the Marlboro cigarette, and the smoke spread between the two of them: "I heard something, Aki's guy jumped into the street."

Upstairs, hot steam was rising from the bottom of the red and white pot placed in the middle, but there were not many dishes on the table, which looked a bit shabby.

ten minutes later.

"Hahaha"

"Wherever there is."

"Huh? Aki jumped to his death?"

Wu Zhihui took a sip from the wine glass and let out a satisfied sound. Then he looked at Da Jun: "How about you try this taste? You can't go wrong."

In a Dabianluo hot pot restaurant, Wu Zhihui took Ah Ji upstairs, Da Jun brought a confidant with him, and the rest of the two parties were eating downstairs.

"You are Mr. Qin's boss. Let him pull the strings and let us all take good care of the gambling stalls. Do you think this is the truth? With Brother Hui here, I can worry a lot less."

"And I also heard that his people here fell down and the hozens scattered, and all the people under his command ran away without a trace."

He nodded with satisfaction and murmured to himself: "Eat pickles and roll tofu~" Looking at the army opposite: "The Emperor is not as good as me!"

"Ah."

Dajun looked at Wu Zhihui, who said something thoughtful: "They are all the same, they are all the same. Compared with Brother Hui, my Dajun is still far behind."

Da Jun glanced at the table and saw at a glance, a plate of green vegetables, a whole piece of tofu, and a plate of pickles: "I'll ask the guy to come over."

"No, I'm going to treat you to dinner. There's no point in asking you to pay the bill. I'm going to treat you."

He understood clearly that today's dinner was just a reminder to himself not to cause trouble in the gambling stalls in the future.

"That's true."

"Hahaha, Brother Hui is so talented in writing. These two sentences are very neat and neat in comparison!"

"I told you about the army."

"I told you that my army will pay the bill, Brother Hui, you don't have to be polite to me!"

He raised his glass: "Then it all depends on you, Dajun. I, Wu Zhihui, would like to toast you and thank you first for him."

Wu Zhihui sat in the main seat, with Aji behind him. Dajun sat opposite Wu Zhihui, and his confidants stood straight behind him, making them very clear invisibly.

"He just watches the gambling table. He doesn't know what's going on at the gambling table? What's wrong with him and why he makes bad bets?"

There was something in his words, and he naturally lowered himself to a higher level to show what he meant.

Wu Zhihui nodded: "Brothers have worked hard all night, let's go eat together and replenish some energy."

Dajun couldn't figure out Wu Zhihui's direction, so he had to pick up the chopsticks to pick up the tofu in the colander and eat it decently.

If you, Wu Zhihui, have the ability to take care of the gambling stalls, then you have the final say. My army will not go against you. I only need to eat my own share.

Easy to say.

Wu Zhihui looked at Dajun with a smile, and continued in a playful tone: "From now on, you, Dajun, will be the only ones to look after this gambling stall. You have to help my little brother Tan Wenjia."

Da Jun thought, so he would say something nice: "Besides, the gambling stakes are so big, there are many things that Da Jun cannot handle alone. I think Brother Hui can give it a try."

Again, say yes, take it one step at a time.

Wu Zhihui shook his head, picked up the pickles on the plate and poured it into the white soup. Then he picked up the tofu with his left hand, and with a fruit knife in his right hand, he chopped the tofu into many small pieces and pushed it into the pot.

Dajun held the wine glass and clinked it with Wu Zhihui, drank it down in one gulp, wiped his mouth casually and waved his hand: "I, Dajun, are the spectators of the gambling stalls. I should do my own thing well. How can I say thank you to me like this?" if."

Turning on the maximum fire soon made the pot boil again, with bubbles popping out.

As he spoke, he did not forget to curse in a low voice: "Bah, this Aji deserves to die, just like the white powder seller who eats white powder himself, he will die sooner or later."

"He liked to gamble and owed a lot of money. Then he jumped from a building and fell to his death. I heard that he was completely cold."

When Dajun heard the news, he showed a surprised expression. He looked at Wu Zhihui, rolled his eyes, and slapped the table: "Push to the street, Aji really deserves to die."

Wu Zhihui relaxed and looked at the back of the seat: "You have oil and water in your stomach. You are used to eating big fish and meat. It's good to eat pickles and tofu occasionally."

Da Jun put down his chopsticks and commented: "Okay, it tastes really good. I have the same taste as Brother Hui. If you say yes, I will say yes."

It's okay, so-so, quite satisfactory, too bland and tasteless, better than the emperor. Isn't this just a mouthful?

Wu Zhihui picked up the colander, picked up the tofu inside, picked up a piece of tofu with chopsticks, put it into his mouth, and ate it deliciously.

"Well, not bad, that's a good idea."

Wu Zhihui immediately laughed after hearing this and was very happy: "But then again, Dajun, you said you can't handle the gambling stall."

"Well then, stop doing it and quit. Anyway, you have made so much money. With this money, it will be great to live a life of pickles and tofu."

"Brother Hui is right, right?"

Dajun didn't react at first, but after hearing what Wu Zhihui said, his face immediately darkened: "What do you mean?!"

After doing this for a long time, is Wu Zhihui playing this trick with himself of releasing his military power over a glass of wine? !

"Isn't my point obvious enough? If you can't do it, then quit."

Wu Zhihui spread his hands with a look of deep approval: "You should be satisfied. If you stop now, you can still eat rolled tofu. Unlike Aji who rushes to the street, he doesn't have the luxury of having pickled vegetables and rolled tofu."

"Snapped!"

After listening to Wu Zhihui's words, Da Jun finally couldn't help but slapped his hand on the table and stood up: "I tell you Wu Zhihui, it's impossible!"

As he slammed the table, the army of people downstairs stood up immediately after hearing the movement.

"What are you doing? You don't want to eat even if you have something to eat?!"

Wuying stepped on the stool and stood directly on the table, pointing at everyone and yelling: "Eat what you have, if anyone doesn't want to eat, I will treat him to a gun!"

Abu Makli and his group looked at these horses coldly, ready to take action at any time.

upstairs.

The army panted heavily and stared at Wu Zhihui coldly: "Wu Zhihui, let me tell you, our army's current attitude is to give you face. Don't think that our army is afraid of you."

Wu Zhihui ignored him, holding the rolled square tofu with chopsticks, eating it with gusto, and said vaguely: "I hate it when people slap the table with me, so be careful."

"Let me tell you, my army has never been afraid of anyone. Why did Doaki throw himself on the street to threaten me?!"

Dajun looked at Wu Zhihui who was silent and slapped the table again in response to Wu Zhihui's warning.

He put his hands on the table and glared at Wu Zhihui: "There are only four of us upstairs now. Do you really think my army is afraid of you?"

"I'm different from Aji, who is on the street. They have a comfortable life and don't even have many gunmen at their disposal, but my army is not the same!"

He looked at the confidant standing behind him: "Why do you think my army dares to come up with you just two people? I have an extra gun in my hand that can go off at any time!"

Wu Zhihui raised his eyebrows and looked at the two of them. With a breath of heat in his mouth, he picked up another piece of tofu and put it in the bowl.

"Wu Zhihui!"

Dajun glared at Wu Zhihui with sideways eyes: "My Dajun is very sincere. If you take care of Aji, I Dajun welcomes you to come in and watch this gambling stall together."

"What if you, Wu Zhihui, want to eat alone? Let me tell you, it's not possible!"

His voice lowered a bit: "Do you think I will be scared if you do Aji? Let me ask you one last time, is it okay or not for the two of us to do a joint venture?"

"There are people downstairs, no, the gun will definitely go off today!"

"is it?"

Wu Zhihui raised his head, took a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth casually: "Are you sure?!"

Behind.

Abu looked coldly at the henchmen behind the army.

"This is not the first day my army came out to hang out. When I was hanging around in the gambling stall, you didn't know where I was!"

Da Jun glared at Wu Zhihui angrily, "I'll count to three. If you don't agree, the gun will go off!"

"three!"

As his words fell, the tight right arm of the henchman behind him moved, grabbing the big Black Star pistol on his waist, ready to take out the gun.

"two!"

"one!"

After Dajun finished speaking, his henchman raised his gun.

Aji had already taken the lead. He turned over on the stool and climbed onto the table very smoothly. He grabbed the fruit knife on the table and slashed directly at the army's henchman.

The army's henchman's right hand holding the gun had just been raised, when there was a sharp and dull sound, a thin line exploded on his finger, and two fingers fell into the soup in front of him.

The big black star then fell.

Ah Ji kept taking action, waving the fruit knife quickly with a cold light.

"Pfft!"

Blood mist erupted from the wrists of the army's henchmen, and as the knife passed by, he covered his cold neck, staggered back and fell to the ground, twitching.

"If you can't even hold a gun, how can you act as a gunman?"

Ah Ji curled his lips in disdain and threw the bloody fruit knife on the table: "The gunman only knows how to play with guns, and the idiot will stand and shoot for you!"

The army was stunned with a look of disbelief, and his face was covered with the warm blood of his heart splattered on his face.

At this time, his eyes were still wide open, but his face no longer had the fierce expression, but fear.

"I rushed to the street and ruined my good dish."

Wu Zhihui dropped his chopsticks on the table out of interest, and lost interest as he watched the pot tumbling with his fingers.

He stretched out his hand and fanned in front of his nose to dispel the smell of blood in the air: "Is this the gunman you raised? It seems that it is nothing more than that, the army."

"you you."

Da Jun looked at Wu Zhihui with a trembling tone and was speechless.

Originally, his biggest reliance was to bring a gunman with him. With the gun in hand, no one would show his face.

But he never expected that within three steps, this white-haired boy's knife would be fast and cruel.

"Grass!"

Dajun cursed in a low voice and looked at the big black star that fell on the table and wanted to reach out to pick it up.

Just turned sideways.

Ah Ji ran up and stepped on the stool and kicked him. He kicked Da Jun away and hit the railing on the second floor. He lost his center of gravity and fell directly from above, hitting the table on the first floor. superior.

The spilled hot pot base was poured on his body, and the army screamed in pain.

Ah Ji flew up and jumped directly from the second floor. He landed firmly on the table, rolled to relieve his strength, and raised his feet to step on the chest of Da Jun who was just about to get up.

A group of horsemen watched the army being kicked down, and then started to commotion.

"Don't even move!"

Wuying held a gun in one hand and pointed at the soldiers of the army: "Whoever touches them will die!"

Mark Lee was much more direct. He shot an AK directly towards the ceiling, and the scene immediately became quiet.

upstairs.

Wu Zhihui stood up and walked down slowly. The scene was very quiet, only the crisp sound of Wu Zhihui's soles on the floor was left.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Wu Zhihui walked up to Dajun, stood with his hands behind his back, looking down, and the toes of his shoes clicked rhythmically on the floor.

"Wu Zhihui!"

Dajun's face turned red, and the veins on his neck bulged as he yelled: "I'm telling you, don't think that you can take over the gambling stall just because you did Aji and then me!"

He narrowed his eyes: "Without us, you wouldn't be able to get into the gambling stalls. It's not as simple as you think!"

"No no no."

Wu Zhihui shook his head: "You can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. I, Wu Zhihui, can swear to God that Aji was definitely not killed by me or my people."

He took a breath, rubbed his chin with his fingers and showed a thoughtful expression: "As for your words, I want to think about it carefully."

"How about this? You go to He Sheng and Nie Sheng and tell them to voluntarily quit the gambling business and let me take care of your share, so that you can continue to be cool."

"Pickled vegetables rolled into tofu, it still tastes good. Come with me instead, and you can continue to eat it in the future. How about that?!"

"impossible!"

The army roared: "I tell you, it's absolutely impossible! So what if you kill me, even if my army dies, I won't."

"it is good."

Wu Zhihui lost his patience and turned away directly: "Then I will help you."

Aji put his right foot on Da Jun's chest and bent down, stretched out his right hand, and Ma Zai handed over a short knife.

Aji waved his right hand and directly cut open Da Jun's right ankle, causing blood and stinging pain to hit him.

"what!"

Dajun screamed in pain, looked at Aji's expressionless raised dagger again, and growled at Wu Zhihui: "I promise, I promise you!"

"Wu Zhihui!"

"Look, couldn't you just agree earlier?"

Wu Zhihui turned back and looked at him: "If you have to ask for trouble, the result can't be changed anyway, so it's better to be more relaxed."

"Everyone is happy. It doesn't have to be the bloody scene now, so why bother."

"Wu Zhihui, promise that you will let me go if I tell He Sheng and the others about the gambling stalls?"

Cold sweat flowed down Dajun's forehead: "How can you guarantee it?"

"Do what you say, it's a golden sign."

Wu Zhihui patted his chest and reassured: "I am seeking money, not my life. You have to obey me. Why do I want your life?"

"It's up to you to hand over some kind of certificate of surrender. I can't guarantee that if I let you go tonight, will you change your face again?"

He said in a playful tone: "Who knows whether your army was forced by me, Wu Zhihui, or voluntary?"

"It's up to you to pay a deposit of 500,000 yuan!"

"Forget it, I'll just do you."

"I thought of it!"

Da Jun gritted his teeth and growled: "My family, I left my wife and a girl with you, so you will always believe it, right?!"

"Depend on!"

Wu Zhihui listened to his words: "As the saying goes, trouble does not affect the family, but your army is ruthless. In order to survive, your wife and children are in my hands."

He said quietly: "My wife sacrifices to heaven, her magic power is boundless?!"

Wu Zhihui didn't care. Even if Dajun really didn't care about the life and death of his wife and children, it didn't matter. He had his own ways to deal with him.

"Okay, since you said so, I will agree to it. I can see that you are very sincere."

Wu Zhihui snapped his fingers: "Aji, arrange for someone to stay at Dajun's house and protect his wife and children to avoid any safety problems."

Wu Zhihui has no interest in Da Jun's wife and children. Now that he brings it up, it is one of the ways to control Da Jun.

Aji's brawler can be eliminated without any big problem, but Dajun can't. If he wants to enter the gambling stall, he must have a reasonable reason.

Obviously, this is the reason for the army.

Dajun himself didn't want to be a gambling stall, so it made sense for the two parties to reach an agreement and sell it to Wu Zhihui.

With He Sheng taking the lead, everything can go smoothly.

The army was still lucky at first, but looking back and thinking about it carefully, Wu Zhihui almost regarded the gambling stall as his own home, and why did not one of them come out to scold Wu Zhihui.

It was obvious that the boss wanted to change people, but Wu Zhihui just followed orders and acted unscrupulously. How could he run away on his own? !

Waiting for Nie Fugui?

Nie Fugui rushed to the street, but there has been no movement yet. Wu Zhihui's vigorous and resolute attack was due to this time difference. He had already made an overall plan, and he could not wait for Nie Fugui to take action.

Wu Zhihui will not give him time.

Just as the surrendered army thought, Nie Fugui was sleeping at home at this moment, waiting for the good news that the gunmen arranged by Aji had killed Wu Zhihui.

After being robbed by Wu Zhihui once, Nie Fugui became more honest and could not directly collide with Wu Zhihui under any circumstances, lest this man would chase and bite him again.

Half past six in the morning.

Nie Fugui had already woken up. He was now in his sixties and his sleep was not as good as when he was young. He would wake up after sleeping for a few hours every day.

After washing and sitting at the dining table, the live-in Filipino maid had already served the prepared breakfast. No matter what he does in the morning, he always takes a little rice with him for snacks.

Before Nie Fugui started eating breakfast, his secretary ran in quickly and reported in a low voice: "A'aki fell down the stairs and died."

"I heard from outside that Aji owed a lot of bad gambling debts and then committed suicide by jumping off the rooftop."

"what!"

After listening to the secretary's report, Nie Fugui screamed angrily and slapped the rice bowl in his hand on the table.

The mouth of the bowl was neatly covered on the table, and not a single grain of rice came out. It was circled in the bowl and fit tightly.

This frightened the Filipino maid who was cleaning the stove in the kitchen and immediately stopped working and hurriedly returned to her small room. She had already figured out Nie Fugui's character after staying here for a long time.

"Trash, trash!"

Nie Fugui cursed loudly, and his old face looked as if his blood pressure was rising several points. "I asked him to kill Wu Zhihui, not to let him be fucked by Wu Zhihui!"

"this matter"

The secretary didn't know how to report: "Aki's team has been dispersed now, and all his staff are missing."

"Some people said that they left Haojiang overnight, and they don't know the specific situation."

"Push to the street!"

Nie Fugui cursed in a low voice.

Just as he was about to speak, the secretary saw Nie Fugui preparing to open his mouth, and then added: "There is another bad news."

Anyway, all the bad news has been reported, so let’s report all the remaining bad news together, lest I be affected and become the target of venting later.

"It was also last night. Wu Zhihui was very fast in doing things."

The secretary said quickly: "Everyone watched as Wu Zhihui took the army away and went to make a fire. I heard that there were gunshots at the scene."

They have their own spies in the gambling stalls, and this kind of information is easy to catch.

"Anyway, when I finally came out, the army was limping and was crushed tomorrow, but there was a smile on my face, and I was smiling playfully with Wu Zhihui. I had a bad idea in my heart."

While the secretary was speaking, his eyes were always catching Nie Fugui's expression, looking at his increasingly gloomy old face, and then shut up immediately.

Nie Sheng should have already guessed the rest, so he had better keep quiet.

"Trash, a bunch of trash!"

Nie Fugui's chest was burning with anger, and spittle flew everywhere as he spoke: "Wu Zhihui, is he so awesome? Why the hell didn't I realize before that a gambling stall in Haojiang is so easy to grab?!"

The old man was surprised.

Wu Zhihui can deal with Aji, but he can also make the army compromise and flatter him? Judging from this situation, it is very likely that Da Jun is no longer usable and has an affair with Wu Zhihui.

Wu Zhihui had conquered his army, and if He Sheng cooperated with him then, wouldn't it mean that Wu Zhihui would come into the gambling stall and directly take Aji's place.

Tan Wenjia was in charge of the operation of the gambling stall, and Wu Zhihui led the army. In this way, he completely lost control of the gambling stall.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

"Call me Dajun and ask him to come to my place to look for me now."

Nie Fugui gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "I would like to ask him face to face and ask him whether the army betrayed me, Nie Fugui!"

When Wu Zhihui chased Aki at the gambling stall, it was understandable that his army was silent. The scene was controlled by Wu Zhihui.

But at night when I was in the restaurant with Wu Zhihui, there were gunshots, and Dajun limped out and gave Wu Zhihui a smile. This was obviously the end of their negotiation.

The useless thing Dajun surrendered to Wu Zhihui.

Nie Fugui would like to ask him what the army means, and whether he doesn't even recognize his own Nie Fugui.

The secretary took the phone and called out.

Nie Fugui stared at the secretary thoughtfully, or rather the mobile phone in his hand, as if he could see the army directly through the mobile phone.

After waiting for a long time, the call finally got through. Dajun was asking Ma Zai to give him a fresh dose of medicine.

"Army!"

The secretary straightened his back a little. In front of Nie Fugui, he was inferior to others. But in front of outsiders, he was Nie Fugui's secretary and messenger. He raised his head and asked, "Do you still have the nerve to stay at home?"

He yelled loudly, as if he was Nie Fugui: "Why don't you come here quickly to find Nie Sheng and explain carefully what you have done!"

"Sorry, I just woke up and haven't had breakfast yet."

Da Jun directly shook his head and refused: "But you can also tell Nie Sheng that our Da Jun just wants to talk to him about something. Not only Nie Sheng, but also He Sheng and the others, let's wait for He Sheng to arrange it."

"you"

The secretary saw that Da Jun dared to speak to him in this tone. In the past, Da Jun did not dare to talk to him, and he often flattered him: "Da Jun, I think you are simply lawless. You don't take Nie Sheng seriously at all."

"Shut up, I'm going to have breakfast, don't disturb me."

Dajun didn't bother to talk nonsense to him. He paused and added: "Also, don't use this tone next time you talk to me, Dajun. I don't like it very much!"

After saying that, he turned off the phone.

Dajun also became tougher today.

He had no choice. He was going to run away anyway, so he might as well stand up and be a human being and accept their arrogance.

The secretary held the disconnected mobile phone and didn't realize it for a moment. How dare Dajun, the crazy guy, talk to him like this today?

He angrily took the phone and called back, but the other party didn't answer, and he couldn't get through if he called again.

"Push the street, attack the army of street boys!"

The secretary yelled angrily and said to Nie Fugui: "Sheng Nie, this army must have reached an agreement with Wu Zhihui. He is determined to be Wu Zhihui's dog and fall out with us!"

"I have no idea?!"

Nie Fugui looked at the giggling secretary and scolded him angrily: "What else did he say?"

The army refused to come, which confirmed his suspicion. He now listened to Wu Zhihui.

Only then did the secretary remember this important matter: "He said that He Sheng has made an appointment, and I will listen to He Sheng's arrangements when the time comes."

"Street boy!"

Nie Fugui slapped his hand on the table and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Is He Sheng finally going to die on his own?"

Da Jun, the Yan family shovel, was able to achieve what he did today only with his own help. He didn't expect that he would betray him and join Wu Zhihui to join He Sheng.

No.

He must not be allowed to have his way.

No matter what, Wu Zhihui cannot be allowed into the gambling stalls. Wu Zhihui must not be given any table here, not even one!

Nie Fugui thought about it in his mind. Since He Sheng had such an idea and had such fun, then don't blame yourself, he must fight back.

When you have finished this matter, you will be the first to deal with the army and attack the street.

Nie Fugui signaled his secretary to give him the mobile phone and made a call himself: "Hey, Abing, it's me. Damn it, the gambling stall's plate is going to be ruined. If He Sheng wants to kick me, he will definitely find him." Broken-toothed horse.”

"Although Wu Zhihui is fast, he does things too openly. Please arrange for someone to go there."

The call was to Rama Bing, and Nie Fugui communicated with Rama Bing on the phone quickly.

After finalizing some details with Rama Bing, Nie Fugui felt much better after hanging up the phone.

He turned the rice bowl over on the table and used chopsticks to scoop the rice covering the table back into the bowl.

Since He Sheng allowed Wu Zhihui to do this and turned a blind eye to the gambling stalls.

Wu Zhihui has almost made the gambling stall his own, and He Sheng won't say anything, so he will ask Rama Bing to get involved and see how He Sheng ends up.

People in Ramabing should be very efficient in doing things, and I believe they will collect what needs to be collected soon.

"Nie Sheng, let's"

The secretary came up and looked at Nie Fugui, whose expression had obviously softened a lot. He immediately gave a thumbs up: "It has to be Nie Sheng. You can handle anything as soon as you step out."

"I'm already looking forward to He Sheng's expression of trying to fetch water from a bamboo basket but all is lost. I'm so mad at him, hahaha."

Flattery is the basic professional accomplishment of a secretary, especially for an old man like Nie Fugui. Give him a compliment package.

"cough"

Nie Fugui fell into the secretary's trap and cleared his throat to pretend, "Hey, He Sheng and I have been good friends for so many years. You can't say bad things about him behind his back, or he'll kill you."

"I'm not afraid!"

The secretary shook his head firmly and held his head high: "I am Nie Sheng's man. With Nie Sheng here, who the hell dares to touch me?! No one can."

"Hahaha"

Nie Fugui raised his head and laughed, feeling very happy and refreshed.

Um.

Nie Fugui and He Sheng have indeed been friends for a long time over the years, but as time goes by, some people will start to use their brains to get more of these benefits.

This gambling stall was like this. Nie Fugui slowly took control step by step, and He Sheng didn't care at first.

The starting point for the intensification of the conflict between the two was the shooting of Wang Dongyuan, the owner of Jinshan Entertainment City, during the Dragon Boat Festival. Originally, He Sheng could make a fortune.

But in this matter, Nie Fugui teamed up with Rama Bing to secretly support Wang Dongyuan's nephew Wang Hai, and supported him to fight with He Sheng.

In the end, Wang Haizheng recovered part of He Sheng's equity in Jinshan Entertainment City.

Nie Fugui himself also made a lot of money from this matter, and of course he would not tell the outside world.

In fact, it was Nie Fugui who came up with the move to assassinate Wang Dongyuan and support his nephew Wang Hai's rise to power. After giving Wang Hai a hint, Wang Hai found the gunman.

There is no airtight wall in the world.

He Sheng got wind of the fact that Nie Fugui secretly helped Wang Hai fight with him, which made He Sheng very unhappy and very dissatisfied with Nie Fugui.

Ever since.

He Sheng wanted to simply take back the gambling stall, and he would definitely not let Nie Fugui dominate the gambling stall again.

After this back and forth, the conflict between the two began, and now it is almost coming to light.

Everything was arranged well, but after thinking about it, Nie Fugui still felt that something was missing.

I thought about it for a while.

"correct."

Nie Fugui finally remembered and said to the secretary: "Go out now and call all the people in the circle who can be ranked to come to our gambling stall."

“I want to make sure they don’t get off the stage in front of everyone today.

Not only that, I also want Wu Zhihui to be here. No matter what, at least I can keep a hand here. "

"Ok!"

The secretary was very motivated and drove out to do things quickly.

at this time.

Another reason why Nie Fugui is so confident is that he holds a corner like Rama Bing in his hand, and is the spectator of Jinshan Entertainment City.

Ramabing and Bengyaju are the same type of characters.

Since He Sheng let Wu Zhihui play like this, then he could let Rama Bing come in legitimately. He thought he could just turn a blind eye and pretend not to know?

Wu Zhihui played it too bluntly. He had a lot of excuses to accuse him, which made He Sheng speechless.

Even if Bengyaju is strong enough, it will be useless. Everyone is watching, Wu Zhihui is not following the rules.

What's the point of Wu Zhihui bribing the army? When Rama Bing enters the scene, the army who betrays him will be waiting to make a fool of himself. With a character like his, he is not enough to provide Rama Bing with shoes.

After dinner.

Nie Sheng walked twice in the yard, then sat in the pavilion and brewed a pot of good tea. It was a bit cold today, and a pot of hot tea under the sun would have a different taste.

Just as the pot of tea was finished, the secretary came back from outside: "He Sheng's call came in, asking Nie Sheng to go to the gambling stall and say that he has something to discuss."

"Ah."

This was the call Nie Sheng was waiting for: "I'm going to change my clothes. You inform Rama Bing and tell him it's time to leave."

He changed his clothes and drove to the gambling stall. After crossing the Friendship Bridge, he arrived at the gambling stall soon. When he got here, Ramabing was already waiting for him at the door.

He brought a bunch of younger guys over.

"Nie Sheng."

The younger brothers all greeted Nie Fugui with great momentum and publicity.

Rama Bing has a flamboyant personality. In Haojiang, there are very few people who dare to touch him. However, he always goes out with great style and enjoys the envious looks from others.

"Ah."

Nie Fugui nodded reservedly and motioned for Rama Bing to go in. As for these younger brothers, of course they couldn't go in.

The two entered the gambling stall one after the other.

In the gambling stall hall, the younger brother had been standing here waiting for a long time and led them to the VIP room inside.

The VIP room inside is almost full, and almost all the famous people in the circle are here.

Nie Fugui specially arranged for his secretary to notify him and let these people come to witness and witness how he was so powerful. He justifiably let Rama Bing enter the gambling stall.

Main seat.

Just as Nie Fugui had guessed, He Sheng arrived and brought his Beng Ya Ju from Moon Bay Entertainment City with him, sitting diagonally behind him.

Sitting on the left is Liu Siren, and below him is He Sheng's person.

The right hand side is empty, that is Nie Fugui's position, and further down, there are Wang Hai from Jinshan Entertainment City and some people from the Shuifang Gang.

Overall.

He Sheng's people were on his left, and Nie Fugui's people were on his right. It seemed like the two sides were confronting each other.

Nie Fugui glanced at the scene roughly. Today's scene was favorable to him. If Beng Yaju was too strong, the people from the Shuifang Gang could overwhelm him.

He Sheng thought calling Beng Yaju over would be useful?

Bengyaju was determined to do it, but today, Bengyaju couldn't stop him from sending Rama Bing to the gambling stall.

It's ok.

He was sure of winning. Everything Wu Zhihui did was full of flaws and not worth mentioning at all.

Talk about it.

He would also like to thank Wu Zhihui for being a gangster and giving him the opportunity to recruit Rama Bing into the gambling stall.

Eh.

Wu Zhihui.

Correct.

Where is Wu Zhihui? Where has it gone?

Nie Fugui looked for traces of Wu Zhihui on the lower half of the table, but did not see it until

Until he saw Liu Siren who was handing out cigars: "Come on, Ah Hui, these are the cigars brought by our Cuban friends. You can try them."

Nie Fugui's eyes glazed over for a moment, and he looked at Wu Zhihui, who was sitting next to Liu Siren and taking the cigar: "Pu Street, what qualifications does Wu Zhihui, a Pou Street, have to sit in such a high position?!"

"What qualifications does he have!"

but.

It doesn't matter, let them be proud, he will be embarrassed later.

Tonight, let’s take action on Wu Zhihui, the one who jumped into the street!

Think of this.

Nie Fugui glanced at Wu Zhihui sitting over there, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth with a proud smile.

Wu Zhihui noticed the look in Nie Fugui's eyes, and looked at the corner of his mouth that was smiling harder than AK, and couldn't help but curled his lips: "Old Bangzi, what dream did you have to be so happy? You won't be able to cry for a while, throw yourself on the street .”

"Cough cough."

Nie Fugui cleared his throat and looked at He Sheng, who was sitting in the chair: "He Sheng, what's the matter? You asked me to come over? Just in time, I have something to tell you."

"guessed."

He Sheng smiled and nodded: "Otherwise, this place wouldn't be so lively today."

He looked at Rama Bing who was following Nie Fugui, and said with fake surprise: "Oh? What a coincidence, A Bing is also here. I rarely see you coming to my place before."

"Isn't this a coincidence?"

Nie Fugui walked to He Sheng, pulled out a stool, sat down and ordered: "Give A Bing an extra stool." Then he continued: "I was drinking tea with A Bing outside when I heard He Sheng, you were looking for me. I."

"I happened to have something to do, and A Bing didn't have anything to do either, so I asked him to come with me. Is that okay?"

"of course not."

He Sheng spread his hands: "Everyone knows that when I, He Sheng, do business in Haojiang, my emphasis is on being friendly and making money. How could I not welcome A Bing when he comes over?"

Wait until they sit down.

He Sheng looked at Nie Fugui: "You said you have something to do with me? Why don't you tell me first?!"

"No, no, my matter is very big, why don't you tell Mr. He first?"

"You say it."

"Ok."

Nie Fugui was not polite. First he took out a cigarette, lit it and took a puff, then pointed at Wu Zhihui: "Wu Zhihui, who asked you to come?"

He glared and yelled: "Why are you qualified to sit here and in this position?!"

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