1990Rage Flag Soldier

Chapter 123 Riot Company’s approach (monthly tickets plus updates)

"Rist Corporation?"

A trace of fear flashed in Da Tian's eyes. People's names, the shadows of trees, and now the sign with the word fist still have some influence on Hong Kong Island.

But when he came out to make a choice, he had no choice but to advance or retreat, and immediately said in a deep voice: "I know."

He hung up the phone, raised his head and met the eyes of Dapu and others, and said with a smile: "Ajun, please help."

Oura patted his chest and promised loudly: "A Tian, ​​don't worry, the brothers are all supporting you, outsiders from the club can't get involved."

"We need more money and people than Ajun!"

"It's useless for anyone to come!"

Grasshopper, a clerk from Kwun Tong, shouted: "Yes, that bastard Ajun went into the mainland to eat alone. Does he still have any loyalty in his heart?"

"Let him use it as a restaurant, and he will sell it to us sooner or later."

This person was the first person to support Ma Jiajun in setting up a logistics company in the mainland. He was involved in the logistics business and also held shares in Liansheng Logistics.

Later, the business returned to Hong Kong and Macao. Instead of high-cost, long-distance shipping, it specialized in small express mail in Asia.

"Okay!" Datian slapped his hands on the table hard and leaned over and said: "Ma Jiajun still wants to fight with me! Riot Games can keep him safe, but can he keep his own boss safe? He is a loser who can't even keep his own boss safe."

At this time, Datian threw a stack of photos on the table. John picked them up and recognized the origin at a glance: "Yip Rongfu, the boss of Hong Kong Speedway International!"

He is a "mysterious rich man" who is rarely seen in newspapers. He is keen on charity and has donated and built many schools in the New Territories. He has a certain influence among the villagers.

He is Ma Jiajun's nobleman and his big boss!

Oura waved his hand and echoed: "It's time to go to Bolan Street to wash your feet. Recently, there are a few new Indonesian girls coming to the horse stall. Their figures are quite exciting."

After sending away several workers, Datian waved and called the bodyguard at the door into the office: "John, help bring this person to the frozen meat warehouse to meet me."

Datian immediately smiled and said: "Being in the underworld is like being in the underworld. Ajun is no longer a fellow traveler with us, how can we let him lead the association?"

Datian actually has far more supporters in the Liansheng Group than Ma Jiajun.

In other words, Ma Jiajun helped him in his early years.

Mr. Ye is not well-known on Hong Kong Island, but he is the largest logistics businessman in Singapore, Malaysia, Hong Kong and Macao. In his early years, he started by delivering letters one by one by bicycle. Later, he founded a company and became the largest logistics businessman in Singapore.

Although the shipping fee for each item is only a few cents, which is not as good as that of a big boss working in finance or real estate, he can add up to a lot and have a very strong cash flow.

More than half of the hall leaders in He Liansheng supported Da Tian.

What Datian does is a little more obscene, but the white powder needs to be dismantled, and the electrical appliances can be distributed. Many benefits are shared with other gangs. Helping each other naturally makes them more popular in the community.

Ma Jiajun laundered his money in the mainland and did not engage in shady business. Half of the money went into the pockets of the association and half into his own pockets. There was no share for other tycoons at all.

Responsible for helping many factories and restaurants distribute goods.

"Let's stop playing cards today. I still have things to do."

In the real arena, everyone has his or her own agenda.

John was a former intelligence officer from his ancestral family, and was later recruited to Pioneer Company as an operations captain. He was responsible for this security mission and earned an hourly salary of up to 100 Hong Kong dollars.

"No problem, this matter needs to be left to a dedicated person." John took out his mobile phone and made a phone call, then came back with a quote: "Three million Hong Kong dollars, and someone from the company will take him to see you in the evening."

"TMD, who dares to believe him again?"

In the world of martial arts, shopping in public is a trivial matter. If you beat yourself up, it will only make outsiders laugh twice.

But the boss behind the scenes is an unrelenting blood vendetta, no less than murdering an entire family.

East Tsim Sha Tsui.

Empire State Building.

Zhang Ziwen stood in a suit and leather shoes at his desk, holding a bowl of pork belly and chicken soup in his left hand, drinking it spoon by spoon with a very satisfied expression.

Zhou Minghua sat on the sofa, looked down at the information, and joked: "Today you will be bullied, and tomorrow you will be beaten. My brothers and sisters really care about you."

"Okay."

Zhang Ziwen drank the bowl of soup easily, picked up the thermos bucket and said, "Would you like a bowl?"

"Need not."

"Your sister-in-law can't bear it, just keep it to yourself and enjoy it." Zhou Minghua had a wicked smile on his face.

Zhang Ziwen shook his head: "It's warm and tonic." Zhou Minghua joked: "My younger siblings are still virtuous, let you eat before you work, and know how to enjoy it!"

"Crazy thread."

Zhang Ziwen glanced at him: "Be careful if I tell your sister-in-law the amount of your salary."

"Boss, Brother Wen!"

Zhou Minghua quickly corrected his attitude: "We have something to discuss."

"How do you read the information?"

Zhang Ziwen asked while drinking soup.

"I already have a pretty good idea. I've received good orders, the prices are high enough, and I can build connections with the mainland." Zhou Minghua organized the information, put it on the table, lit a cigar, and took a deep breath.

"But there are very few opportunities for companies to intervene in the affairs of associations."

"Based on my understanding of the association, there should be a majority of people who support Datian. It will be difficult for Mr. Jun to gain power through conventional means."

Zhang Ziwen narrowed his eyes: "What about unconventional?"

"That's easy. If you kill all your competitors, Ma Jiajun will naturally take over. However, there will be chaos with Liansheng. Whether Ma Jiajun can resolve it depends on the means. Secondly, he has a bad reputation and may be looked down upon by his colleagues in the world."

As the former Kowloon District Police Superintendent, Zhou Minghua is an old friend of Hutchison and is more familiar with Hutchison's choice of venue: "Ma Jiajun probably doesn't want this either."

"Snapped."

Zhang Ziwen ate and drank enough, put down the soup bowl, lowered his head and lit a cigarette: "Huh"

"Let's do it this way. Let's dispatch a team of brothers to bring the best equipment and kill Datian cleanly."

Zhou Minghua raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you call Ma Sheng?"

"I'll fight."

Zhang Ziwen flicked the cigarette ashes: "We must fight, and we need to communicate with the client, but we are only responsible for helping the client achieve his goal, and it is none of his business what means he uses."

"We have also informed the mainland about this matter, so we can make more noise."

Zhou Minghua nodded: "Understood."

Beep beep beep.

Beep beep beep.

The big brother on the table suddenly rang.

Zhang Ziwen picked up the phone and weighed it. Before he answered the call, he smiled and said: "Mr. Ma is very courageous. He has already decided to take action without me calling."

"Hey."

He pressed the connect button, put the phone to his ear, and said, "Masheng, what's the matter?"

"Zhang Sheng, I have something urgent to ask of you."

Ma Jiajun sounded anxious: "My boss was drinking tea with friends in a Central restaurant and was arrested by a group of mercenaries in public. You must help me rescue him!"

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Ma. I'll fax the information to the company and we'll get it done for you as soon as possible." Zhang Ziwen agreed readily and then said, "However, the third party's business is not included in the project, and Riot Games does not guarantee success."

The security company can guarantee that the murder task will be completed, but the hostage rescue task has always been the most difficult, and no company dares to guarantee it.

"But we don't charge money, and we will send the most elite operational troops."

Ma Jiajun said: "Thank you Zhang Sheng, I can actually add more money, as long as I can guarantee it."

"It's not about money."

Zhang Ziwen smiled and said: "It is useless to rely on more money for the kidnapping case, but don't worry, we will try our best. As for who is responsible for the case, do you know?"

"Datian!"

Ma Jiajun said: "But he refuses to admit it or make peace. It seems that he will force me to withdraw from the election before he is released!"

"Just kill him directly."

Zhang Ziwen said: "Stop canvassing for votes. Those old tricks are outdated. Today we invited Riot Company to come and suggest that we use Riot Company's method to solve the problem."

(End of this chapter)