1990Rage Flag Soldier

Chapter 150 Zhang Sheng also has a background

"Sir Ni, a wonderful game must have a perfect ending."

Zhang Ziwen held the big brother and laughed and said, "It's almost time."

"Be careful."

Ni Changming confessed and hung up the phone.

In fact, if the number hadn't ruined Ren Darong's face, the police force wouldn't have given them all their help.

As for Ren Darong, a high-ranking member of the Chinese police, he made peace at the end, but the number gang dared not give him face. It was obvious what was behind it.

It’s not surprising that the Chinese police took the opportunity to clean up the gangster influence in the society.

"Gesheng."

"Zhang Ziwen's phone number."

"Yes, Ge Sheng."

The butler bowed.

Ge Zhenxiong had just finished making phone calls to arrange A Wu's funeral. He turned around and received the report from the housekeeper. Holding back his anger, he answered the phone and let out a hearty laugh: "Haha, Zhang Sheng, I have admired you for a long time."

Central.

Ge Zhenxiong straightened his waist unconsciously and said, "I climb mountains and go shopping every day. I am in good health."

However, since Zhang Ziwen returned to Hong Kong, the Number Gang was attacked from three sides and suffered heavy losses.

"polite."

Ge Zhenxiong frowned, but immediately let go and replied with a smile: "Okay, I will definitely bring out the best tea and ask Zhang Sheng to taste it."

"I heard from my subordinates that Zhang Sheng's company seems to be in conflict with the number gang."

"Let's make an appointment."

A mansion with an ocean view.

"Gesheng."

Zhang Ziwen's tone was playful.

Ge Zhenxiong guessed that Zhang Ziwen was out of anger and had grabbed enough territory, so he wanted to make peace on conditions.

The location was arranged at Ge Zhenxiong's home, which he understood as a gesture of goodwill. It seemed that his goal of putting pressure on senior police officers had been achieved.

"The place is probably at Ge Sheng's house. I haven't visited Ge Sheng in person yet. If I don't go, I'm afraid I won't have the chance in the future." Zhang Ziwen said with a gun and a stick.

"How are you doing lately?"

Zhang Ziwen hung up the phone.

"Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, let's have a chat while drinking tea."

"Yes, doesn't Ge Sheng want to invite me to have a chat?" Zhang Ziwen said with hidden edge: "How does Ge Sheng want to talk?"

Ge Zhenxiong handed the eldest brother to the housekeeper: "Tomorrow afternoon, send more people to the villa, all with guns, and ask Ayong and Guangyao to come too."

Some word piles can no longer hold up, and there are voices that want to leave the number gang.

Perhaps they had never seen the power of PMC Company, and the Zidui bosses were quite frightened.

The knife pulls the butt - it opens your eyes!

It really hurts!
But Ge Zhenxiong never asked Gui Lao's security company to take action.

Soldiers versus soldiers, bandits versus bandits are actually the best.

But Gui Lao's fate means that he will fight to the death. He is afraid that Zhang Ziwen, Ni Changming and others will not let him go, and the bloodshed will only increase, which will not be beneficial to the association.

The number gang may not collapse in the end, but Ge Zhenxiong will definitely die!
Therefore, Ge Zhenxiong left a leeway and wanted to use it to negotiate with Zhang Ziwen. Judging from the timing of Zhang Ziwen's call and the choice of location, he probably accepted this goodwill.

If young people can win a big fortune, they must have some brains.

"What a pity, Wu."

Ge Zhenxiong sighed slightly in his heart.

If Awu can scare the flag soldiers, Zhang Ziwen will be passive and can get a lot of benefits during the negotiation. Now that not enough people have died, public opinion has not been stirred up. Instead, the number gang's internal and external conflicts have been exposed.

It’s hard to get back to your territory. "Today, the old leader asked Zhang Ziwen to negotiate at the villa. What conditions do you think Zhang will offer?"

Kowloon.

In a teahouse.

Several big bosses from the Number Gang sat together, ordered several baskets of tea, brewed a pot of chrysanthemum, and chatted about the most popular events in the world.

The boss of Yongzidui bit the quicksand bag and said, "What conditions can be offered?"

"We definitely have to put up the Wo Tou Restaurant. They put it up at the Peninsula Hotel, which is the best in Hong Kong. I wonder where Ge Sheng puts it up."

No one would call Ge Zhenxiong Lao Longtou before.

Because he can hold it!

Now that everyone is talking about it, everyone feels that Ge Sheng is really old.

The boss of Xinzidui smiled and said: "Where can I put it? Renaissance sea view, five-star, 42-story high-rise, more than 800 rooms, three restaurants are not enough!"

"If you put all the abalone and lobster on the table, you won't be able to get away with 30,000 to 40,000 yuan per table."

Boss Yongzidui nodded: "No matter if anyone eats it or not, there will be at least fifty tables."

"Others can enjoy wine and wine, but Zhang Sheng can earn money by eating and drinking. One or two million is all in his pocket. I have never been to such a high-end hotel, and I can actually buy it for just one penny."

"Shhh."

Cheng Zidui suddenly made a gesture, beckoning several big bosses to come closer, and whispered: "I heard that Zhang Ziwen is the illegitimate son of a high-ranking official from the mainland, and was sent to Hong Kong Island to fight against the front line. Boss Zheng is giving gifts."

"hiss!"

The big bosses looked surprised, and then they suddenly realized what was happening and nodded in unison, as if everything made sense.

"It would be nice if it could be done with a few hundred."

The boss of Cheng Zidui sighed.

The total losses of the number association in the past few days have already exceeded 20 million. It is not a large amount when spread evenly among the big bosses, but it is a real loss!

If it was to resist the ghost guy or fight for business, there would be no problem. But for Huang Langwei, who was looking for his own death, anyone would dare to offend him, and he was dissatisfied with his long life. The brothers were no longer convinced.

If the community is large, it will be difficult to unite the people.

When something happens, your subordinates won't be convinced if they don't help, and they won't be convinced even more if they help cause trouble.

The disintegration of the number gang has already been blindly expanding, and the seeds of trouble have been laid when the hereditary family is inherited.
In front of the sea view villa.

Ge Zhenxiong was wearing a white Tang suit and carrying a cane. He was dressed warmly and kindly. When he saw a group headed by a Mercedes-Benz approaching, he quickly adjusted the smile on his face.

"Zhang Sheng, welcome to my humble home and let it flourish."

Zhang Ziwen stepped out of the bulletproof car and saw an enthusiastic face, and couldn't help but laugh: "Ge Sheng is so polite."

"Please come in."

Ge Zhenxiong led the way.

As soon as Zhang Ziwen entered the main entrance, he found that the garden was full of gunmen, and two police cars were parked at the door. Ge Zhenxiong was very afraid of death.

Huzi Yong, the boss of Yizidui, and Xia Guangyao, the boss of Lizidui, also followed Ge Zhenxiong.

These two people are considered to be the top bosses of the number gang. They have always been very close to Ge Zhenxiong, and today they are here specifically to protect "Grandpa"'s safety.

Zhang Ziwen only brought Zhao Jianjun and Li Junsheng into the villa, declined the invitation to enter the living room, and chose to sit at a tea table in the garden.

Ge Zhenxiong did his best, and asked the housekeeper to bring tea leaves, and started brewing Kung Fu, as if Guan Gong was patrolling the city, with graceful movements. After serving the hot tea, he smiled and said: "Zhang Sheng, if you don't fight, you won't know each other. We are kind in the world." There are many grievances and grievances. If my subordinates hadn't bumped into Zhang Sheng, I might not have had the chance to drink tea with Zhang Sheng."

"Huang Langwei is dead."

Zhang Ziwen heated up the tea and said with a hidden smile: "Fortunately, I'm not dead, otherwise I would have collided with Brother Lang, hahaha."

"Hahaha." Ge Zhenxiong laughed awkwardly: "Continuing the fight is not an option. Chen Quan has offended Mr. Li, and the Number Gang can also compensate him on his behalf. They are willing to take two million Hong Kong dollars and go to the Renaissance Hotel to place fifty tables and First wine.”

"Repay it to Zhang Sheng one by one. The two families can put aside their prejudices and cooperate for development. In the future, if the Number Gang can help Zhang Sheng, please just ask Mr. Zhang. Is this sincerity satisfactory to Mr. Zhang?"

Zhang Ziwen was noncommittal, playing with the tea cup and asked: "A Sheng, are you satisfied?".

(End of this chapter)