1990Rage Flag Soldier

Chapter 148 Return gift (monthly ticket plus more updates)
There are a total of nine units on this floor, all of which are contracted by the Field Service Department. When they arrived at a house connected by two units, sixty members of the Field Service Force had already stood up and shouted in unison, "Boss."

"boss!"

Zhang Ziwen smiled and sat down at a dining table, swinging his elbows and throwing six large backpacks at his feet.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Zhao Jianjun, Li Yongbin, and Wen Youtian took the lead in shouting: "It's not hard work!"

"Good job. Each person gets 200,000 Hong Kong dollars, the manager plus 50,000, and the vice president plus 100,000."

The six backpacks contained a total of 13 million Hong Kong dollars, equivalent to more than two million US dollars.

Zhou Minghua squatted down and opened a zipper, then poured a wad of Hong Kong dollars upside down on the ground.

Crash.

A small hill.

"thank you boss!!!"

He sneered: "But except for those who want to go home to get married, I'm afraid no one else can take a holiday."

More exciting than going to the battlefield!
Zhao Jianjun is considered to have a small fortune, but this is the first time he saw a huge sum of money. He couldn't help but cheer: "Thank you, boss!"

Be worthy of every brother, whether they are alive or dead.

They often felt lonely and homesick on Hong Kong Island, but now they wanted to do something more.

"Yes, I won't be in a hurry to go home in a while." The brothers all rushed to express their opinions, fearing that they would be delayed for even half a second.

At present, the Hong Kong dollar of one hundred dollars is in red, and the domestic currency of one hundred dollars is in black and blue. The small mountain of banknotes has a huge impact. The eyes of the brothers present turned red, their blood rushed to their heads, and their breathing began to accelerate.

"Just say something."

"If the company survives, we should give them some gifts in return, right?"

"This money is earned by brothers working hard. I hope everyone can hold on to it and spend it when it is time to spend it. Don't squander it. Originally, according to the rules, after finishing a job, the brothers should have a holiday. At least they should take a few days off and go back to their hometowns. See your children, visit your relatives, and build a building.”

All six backpacks were poured out and piled up in the living room.

At this moment, he was proud of Yourong. He lived up to his brothers' trust and really made a fortune with them.

Zhang Ziwen only felt that it was deafening, but he was very satisfied in his heart and said: "The ancestors taught us that where there is a will, things come true. There will be a lot of money to make in the future, so what is two or three hundred thousand?"

The brothers shouted even louder.

Zhao Jianjun raised his eyebrows and immediately stepped forward: "Boss, what else do you want brothers to do?"

"Someone still wants to get married, right?"

Wouldn't it be too unloyal to just take the money and leave? No matter how the boss thinks of him or his comrades think of him, it's not too late to go home after making more money.

Zhao Jianjun stepped forward and touched the book. When he opened it, he saw a list of addresses, mostly companies, clubs, and casinos. He raised a sinister smile on his lips and immediately understood: "If you want to cut the flesh of the company, then cut the flesh of the brothers."

I feel even more grateful to the big boss.

Zhang Ziwen took out a small notebook from his pocket, put it on the table and said, "While the field department was in Africa, a lot of things happened in Hong Kong Island. Some people deliberately provoked the company and wanted to bring it down."

There are more than 10 million Hong Kong dollars in front of you.

"Big boss, we will definitely give them a big gift in return."

Zhang Ziwen smiled: "I'm looking forward to it."

He stood up and patted Zhao Jianjun on the shoulder, saying with concern: "Have a good rest for a day and then work again tomorrow."

"Ah."

Zhao Jianjun nodded in agreement.

Zhou Minghua opened the kitchen door, turned around and said, "Let the brothers stop recruiting prostitutes in the building. If the news leaks out, I will settle the score with you."

More than 60 big men get together. If they don't go out to do it, they will do it to their own people. But in the arena, a lot of news is leaked in bed, and it can be fatal at critical moments.

What Zhou Minghua meant was that prostitutes should not be summoned to their old homes. They could go to the stables or brothels outside. The more than sixty flat-headed men are already a very conspicuous group in Chungking Mansions, and they need to pay more attention than before. "Don't worry, Mr. Zhou." Zhao Jianjun agreed quickly.

In the kitchen.

Yuri was wearing a suit, his hands were tied, and he was sitting on a chair. He was particularly embarrassed. Fortunately, his mouth was not gagged. He opened his mouth and shouted: "Sir Zhou, Sir Zhou, did you agree to treat me to roast duck?"

Zhou Minghua smiled and said: "Sorry, Yuri, our big boss is here. A prisoner under the rank should look like a prisoner under the rank."

When Yuri saw the young, strong and heroic Chinese man next to him, his expression couldn't help but change: "The boss of Riot Company?"

"Hello, Mr. Yuri."

Zhang Ziwen stretched out his hand to him, then took it back with a smile and ordered: "Untie him."

Zhou Minghua cut the plastic rope with a knife. Yuri almost fell off the chair. He stabilized his body and moved his wrist before saying, "Mr. Zhang, I can call the partner and ask him to pay a ransom."

"how much money you have?"

Zhang Ziwen found that Yuri's negotiation skills were very poor and he was like a greenhorn in business. He also noticed that the other party had a tattoo of USMC, the abbreviation of the United States Marine Corps, on his wrist.

Yuri said: "Three million US dollars."

"It's quite a lot. This is all the money I can spare."

Zhang Ziwen lit a cigarette, brought it to Yuri's mouth, squatted down, and said in a very gentle tone: "Mr. Yuri, I want you to cross the European Union, take the Mediterranean line, and make a fortune together. How about that?"

Yuri was shaken in his heart. He was a swordsman, and I was a fish. He really didn't even have the qualifications to refuse.

He had already guessed that the other party had kidnapped him to Hong Kong Island, either for ransom or for cooperation in smuggling. The former had just been rejected, so naturally the last option was left.

"Okay, Mr. Zhang, but I have to follow the goods myself."

Zhang Ziwen nodded: "Quickly, arrange for Mr. Yuri to go to the Renaissance Hotel and open a VIP private room, and charge it to my account."

"In two days, talk to Mr. Yuri about cooperation."

He wanted to wait for the intelligence broker in North America to send back the real news about Yuri Company.

"Okay." Zhou Minghua raised his hand and said, "Mr. Yuri, go to the hotel and rest."

"Thank you."

Yuri lowered his head and walked out of the kitchen. He saw a mountain of Hong Kong dollars in the room and more than sixty Chinese soldiers staring at him. He had a deeper understanding of the strength of Riot Games and secretly beat the drum: "But Never look down on your own small company.”

In fact, cooperating with Riot Games is something he dreams of, and it even feels like a blessing in disguise.

The next day, morning.

"Island Commercial Daily" published the latest major real estate transaction, the licensee of Wan Chai Mile Harbor View Hotel changed, and the public transaction price was one cent.

Riot Games boss Zhang Ziwen, as the new owner of the hotel, acquired the hotel with the largest investment under Zheng Yutong's name.

Zhang Sheng, who was previously only well-known in one circle, suddenly attracted the attention of the entire Hong Kong business community. He had a sudden fame and a blockbuster momentum. Businessmen speculated that there was a deeper deal hidden behind the hotel's change of hands.

in the afternoon.

Kowloon City, Junction Road, a birdhouse.

A Toyota car parked at the door. Four young men wearing masks and vests, holding 81 sticks, rushed into the birdhouse. When they saw two spectators pouring water, they raised their guns and pulled the trigger. :"Da da da."

"Da da da."

He directly wiped out the numbers to help Ma Zai, and then ransacked the gambling stalls, taking more than half a million in cash, leaving behind a group of crying and panicked gamblers.

night.

Wan Chai Road, Lai Wah Dance Hall.

A silver van parked at the door. Three young men with crew cuts and 81 guns were sitting in the car and fired at the door as the door opened, emptying all the magazines and leaving a mess on the ground. Whistling away.

(End of this chapter)