1990Rage Flag Soldier

Chapter 15 Fist, power
May 1990, 5, the beginning of summer, is suitable for opening a business, getting married, moving, and repairing.

On the ninth floor of Empire Center in Tsim Sha Tsui, Riot Security Company officially opened.

This company name clearly declares to customers that to have money and power, you must also have punch.

The winner is the one with the biggest fist!
The company's English name is "power", which translates as strength.

For two days, Zhang Ziwen was busy with company chores, such as cleaning, holding phone lines, printing business cards, etc.

It will take at least half a month for the company to officially open for business.

During this period, he paid attention to foreign news, and it was no surprise that he saw Cai Ziming shot in the Netherlands, with nine holes in his body, and died in front of a restaurant in Amsterdam's Chinatown.

"When Uncle Zhou comes back, we can hire him as the company director."

Zhang Ziwen has a good plan in mind. If Zhou Minghua joins quickly, Riot Games will naturally have connections with the police force and will develop rapidly. Uncle Zhou's experience can also lead the company to get on the right track faster.

Zhang Ziwen had already started thinking about how to fool Uncle Zhou, such as taking out company options or equity dividends, but he didn't wait for him to make a decision.

Beep beep beep.

The big brother phone on the desk suddenly rang.

Zhang Ziwen picked up the phone.

"Hello, Riot welcomes your call."

beep.

The phone hangs up.

Zhang Ziwen looked puzzled and glanced at Big Brother: "Wrong number?"

He hadn't given anyone a business card yet, and the company hadn't advertised, so the call he hung up on could only be a wrong call.

"Beep beep beep."

But as soon as he put down Big Brother, the ringtone rang again. He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, so he picked up the phone and said, "Speak on the side!"

"Awen, I am Li Junsheng."

Li Junsheng breathed a sigh of relief, glad he remembered the number correctly, and said hurriedly: "I have something I want to ask you to help me with."

"what's up?"

Zhang Ziwen frowned, wondering what Li Junsheng would ask him for.

Li Junsheng said: "Can you arrange a boat to Haojiang to bring Uncle Zhou back?"

"Uncle Zhou, something happened?"

Zhang Ziwen was a little surprised. The situation in the Netherlands was resolved, and everyone returned to Haojiang. What else could happen?

Li Junsheng sighed and said: "There was a traitor among the people brought by Uncle Zhou, who was playing gangsters in Haojiang. The balance of one million paid by Xiang Sheng was taken away on the spot in Haojiang."

"How is Uncle Zhou?"

"Fortunately, the traitor wanted money rather than life, so he didn't accomplish anything."

"Uncle Zhou and the other guys are all in danger," Li Junsheng sighed, "but Uncle Zhou went to Haojiang by water, and then used the Haojiang passport to fly to the Netherlands. He has no money and can't even come back by water."

"I can't get out of the hospital."

Zhang Ziwen nodded: "No problem, leave it to me. I'll go to Haojiang to pick up Uncle Zhou."

"Normally, I wouldn't trouble you if things don't go well, but Uncle Zhou has no money, and he can't see the light of his extra money. It's best not to let outsiders know." Li Junsheng explained.

Zhang Ziwen smiled and said: "Thank you, Brother Sheng, for not treating me as an outsider."

"Give me Uncle Zhou's contact information. If there is a ship boss you can trust, you can introduce him to me." The ship boss is actually easy to find if you have money, and it is a two-step journey from Haojiang to Hong Kong Island.

Li Junsheng said: "You can find Uncle Zhou at 1109 of the Lisboa Hotel. The boss of the ship is looking for Xinji Ah Shui at the Typhoon Shelter. I'll give you the phone number."

Zhang Ziwen wrote down the phone number in his pen and promised: "I'll leave right away. By the way, did you make a call just now?"

"I called the wrong one. Awen, the Riot company doesn't belong to you, right?" Li Junsheng was unexpected and really shocked. If it is not unusual for Zhang Ziwen to run a company in a year and a half, he can do it in just one week.

That is not the character of an ordinary person, he is really resolute and resolute.

Zhang Ziwen laughed softly and said: "Brother Sheng, come to the company for tea when you have time."

pat.

He hung up the phone, contacted the boss of the ship, put the cash in a brown paper bag, locked the company door, and drove to the typhoon shelter dock.

This kind of smooth favor without danger is a happy thing to do.

evening.

Zhang Ziwen landed at a beach, took a taxi to the downstairs of Lisboa Hotel, and called the room through the front desk.

After all, he is the boss of a security company, so he should be cautious when doing things. Uncle Zhou is in a dangerous state. He just knocks on the door and causes trouble without understanding the situation. What should he do? Even if a business is not completed, people rush to the street. Wouldn't that make people laugh out loud?

In the hotel room, Zhou Minghua was very surprised when he received the call and said, "Awen, I'll go downstairs to pick you up."

"There are many people in the lobby, so I can just go up."

Zhang Ziwen returned the phone to the front desk and found the elevator under the guidance of the waiter. There was an elevator control on the guest room floor, but the waiter came in early and swiped the card, and the elevator quickly reached the eleventh floor.

When the elevator door opened, Zhou Minghua was already standing guard in the elevator with a cigarette in his mouth. When he saw Zhang Ziwen, he immediately stepped forward and opened his right arm: "Awen, thank you for your hard work."

"Uncle Zhou is so polite, it's easy to do with a little effort." Zhang Ziwen said: "Besides, it's normal for me to finish the work after receiving your commission."

"The agent is not paid to help clean up the mess." Zhou Minghua patted him on the arm: "Thank you, let's go to the room and talk."

"Okay."

Zhang Ziwen followed him to the guest room and sat down. When he saw three people in the room, he immediately said: "Don't worry guys, the ship is waiting at the pier and you can return to Hong Kong Island at any time."

"I feel relieved when you arrive." Zhou Minghua handed over a cup of hot tea: "Li Junsheng rushed to the street and left the matter to him, so he invited you here."

"Brother Sheng is still hospitalized."

Zhang Ziwen smiled.

"Then you are reluctant to give up money."

Zhou Minghua cursed: "You are a stingy person. It is better to have known you for a few days than to have been a colleague for a few years."

"Uncle Zhou was joking, Brother Sheng is still okay." Zhang Ziwen said.

"Pack your things and leave immediately." Zhou Minghua turned around and said to the three waiters. The three waiters nodded in agreement and turned around to start packing the clothes. Zhang Ziwen leaned against the window, lowered his head and took one of Zhou Shujing's cigarettes, and asked aloud: "Uncle Zhou, how did it happen like this?"

"You deserve to be misunderstood."

Zhou Minghua sighed, exhaled a white mist and said: "After finishing the work in the Netherlands, I will return the rented equipment to the Arms Demolisher's House. I will come to Haojiang to make the final payment. I plan to split one cent back to each house."

"Unexpectedly, there was a street boy who knew the number gang in Haojiang, and he directly joined the society to hack our money. He led three other brothers to betray him on the spot, so I didn't have the manpower to fight, so I had to be obedient. Pay the money."

Zhang Ziwen frowned: "Isn't he afraid of death?"

"In just one night, money has circulated around the world twice, and you can't get the money back even if you kill him. The three remaining brothers of ours have regular jobs in Hong Kong Island. He expected that we would not dare to cause trouble in Hong Kong and Macao, so he Let us live."

"When I return to Hong Kong Island, I will pay you back the ferry fare. Damn, I still have to sell a house to pay for the hard work of the brothers." Zhou Minghua became more and more angry as he spoke, and his face covered with stubble showed the vicissitudes of life. .

(End of this chapter)