Stand in front of the fence gate and press the doorbell gently.
In fact, this action was a bit redundant, because when Wu Ming walked to the door, the patrol officer with the wolf dog inside had already spotted him.
There is no way not to notice it, and the fence gate can't block anything. Whether looking from the outside to the inside, or from the inside to the outside, everyone can see it clearly.
If he hadn't been disciplined and the two sides were separated by a fence, I'm afraid these bodyguards in black would have come forward to question him.
"Sir, please don't ring the doorbell. Mr. Bang is waiting for you inside." A cool-looking young man wearing sunglasses came over and opened the door.
The door opened, and Wu Ming walked inside with his bag on his back, his eyes scanning over the guards.
At first glance, these people have a military temperament, their waists are bulging, and they obviously have weapons on them.
Under the watchful eyes of these people, Wu Ming bypassed a fountain and walked into the white villa with two Filipino maids opening the door.
Inside the villa, there is a red carpet on the floor and a crystal chandelier overhead. The decoration inside is very luxurious.
What is placed in the center of the hall is not a calligraphy and painting of a famous person, nor a portrait of a person, but a photo of Mr. Bang and the first brother of the police force.
In the photo, Mr. Bang is wearing a Tang suit and shaking hands with Brother Yi, who is wearing a police uniform. The background is the interior of the police station.
Seeing this photo, Wu Ming felt dumbfounded.
Mr. Bang, a big trend tycoon, actually hangs up this photo in his room openly. I don’t know what his mentality is.
"That's Charlie Lun. He's the most honorable in the police force. This is a photo he took with me when he first took office." Mr. Bang, wearing a Tang suit, walked from the second floor accompanied by two bodyguards.
Come down.
His tone was light, not boastful, but the facts were clearly before his eyes.
Even Charlie Lun, the top brother in the police force, wanted to talk to me when he first took office in order to seek stability on the surface. How much energy do you think I should have?
If ordinary people come in and see this photo, their aura will be reduced by three points.
I'm afraid that Mr. Bang's purpose of hanging this photo up is also to shock the outside world. If anyone wants to replace him, he must first think about whether he is qualified to shake hands with the top brother of the police force.
"Master Bang has worked very hard to run such a large family business." Wu Ming took off the backpack from his back, exposed the jewelry inside, and said, "Jewelry worth **millions are all in here, Bang."
Master, please take a look at the goods."
Walking downstairs, Mr. Bang glanced at the backpack and said to a bodyguard: "Alang, go and inspect the goods."
The bodyguard named A Lang strode towards the backpack, poured the jewelry inside on the table, and began to examine them in detail one by one.
Wu Ming stood aside and said nothing. After about five or six minutes, Alang raised his head and nodded gently, indicating that there was no problem with this batch of goods.
"Thirty million Hong Kong dollars, do you want cash, check, or bearer bond?" Mr. Bang said in a relaxed tone and seemed to be in a good mood.
There is no way he can do it. With this vote, he will earn at least tens of millions, probably more than Wu Ming and others.
He sat at home and made a phone call. Such a risk-free transaction would make him laugh out of his dreams several times.
"Hong Kong dollars, all in big banknotes."
As Wu Ming spoke, he pressed his backpack with his hand, indicating that he could only pay with one hand to deliver the goods.
Master Bang was not surprised when he heard this. After all, the people running outside were more fond of banknotes, so he said: "Go to the study, bring 30 million over, and let this brother order some."
After a while, the bodyguard brought a body case, opened it and placed it on the table.
Inside the box, there are neat stacks of banknotes, which look very charming.
Wu Ming counted the stack of banknotes in front of Mr. Bang. No more, no less, exactly 30 million. It seemed that he had prepared it a long time ago.
"Master Bang, happy cooperation!" After closing the box, Wu Ming handed the backpack containing the jewelry to the bodyguard named A Lang.
Mr. Bang signaled Ah Lang to put it away, pointed around with a smile, and said: "The delivery price here may be lower than others, but the best thing is that there is no trouble. If there is still a business of more than 10 million, you can still do it
Come to me and let us all make a fortune together."
For a big boss like Mr. Bang, a business worth more than 10 million is worth coming forward.
Wu Ming patted the cash box and had no intention of drinking tea. He walked out and said, "Master Bang, there are brothers waiting for me outside. Let's continue to cooperate next time."
"Okay, I'll send you off not far away."
Under the watch of Mr. Bang, Wu Ming left the villa.
Niu Dashun, who was waiting in the off-road vehicle, quickly started the car and drove out.
After exiting the gate of the villa area, Old Jiang turned his head, looked at the cash box and asked, "How is it? Nothing happened?"
"No, although the price here is a bit lower, these people acted quickly and without saying ten words, the transaction was completed. Thirty million Hong Kong dollars are all in this box, not a penny less." General Wu Ming
The cash box was handed to Old Man Jiang, indicating that he would count it again.
Old Jiang did not hesitate, opened the box and counted the banknotes, counting them three times in a row before stopping.
Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the banknotes, Old Jiang breathed a sigh of relief.
As of today, there is still a week left before the return, and except for the nigger Tang who has not solved it, everyone no longer has any problems.
After changing the banknotes into his backpack, everyone threw the box given by Mr. Bang out of the window.
This is done for safety reasons. The technology of the 1980s already has a shadow of the future.
As long as there is no problem with the money, there is no need to keep the box.
Who knows if there is any manipulation on this box? If Mr. Bang is so cunning and leaves a locator on the box, it will not be fun.
The cash box was thrown out of the car window and smashed into pieces on the ground.
The off-road vehicle increased its power and roared towards the Kowloon Walled City, returning to the small hotel again.
In the hotel, Wang Yunxi, who was waiting, breathed a deep sigh of relief when she saw Wu Ming and others returning safely.
After the last gangster attack, Wang Yunxi felt a little conflicted about the underworld transactions.
Unlike Wu Ming and others who had gone through a fight, her character was still stuck in the past and she had not witnessed the brutal killing.
"Girl Wang, take out all our money."
After pouring 30 million cash on the table, Old Man Jiang directed Wang Yunxi to take out the remaining money.
Thirty million from selling goods, twenty million from nigger Tang, one million from selling lyrics, and one million from killing wild boar.
A total of 52 million Hong Kong dollars in cash was piled into a small mountain on the table, exuding the fragrance of ink.
Everyone was beaming when they saw so much money. Who would have thought that this temporary combination of them could actually get so much money from Hong Kong Island in one month.
Live for money, die for money, and struggle for money all your life.
These 50 million Hong Kong dollars can be carried back to the real world at a ratio of 1:1.
Except for Wu Ming, whether it was Old Man Jiang, Niu Dashun, or Wang Yunxi, there was a bit of passion in their eyes.
"With this money, I no longer have to go to the construction site to carry cement for those black-hearted contractors. I have thought about it. After returning to reality, I want to buy a house in the city and transfer my family to an urban household registration. Then,
I'm opening my own hardware store, letting my yellow-faced woman be the shopkeeper, and sending my son to the best school."
Looking at the money, Niu Dashun couldn't help but talk nonsense about his goals.
On the side, Wang Yunxi came from a superior family, but she did not have such thoughts. She just smiled happily and said: "I am better than you. I plan to save this money first, be a quiet Bai Fumei, and enjoy some fun in life."
"Old man, what about you?"
After listening to what the two said, Wu Ming raised his head with a smile and looked at Old Man Jiang.
Old Jiang took out a cigarette, didn't light it, just held it in his mouth, and said vaguely: "My son is not up to par, so I don't plan to take care of him anymore. I plan to give this money to my granddaughter, who happens to be a senior in high school this year.
We will start a family in a few years, and it won’t work if we don’t have money.”
When talking about his granddaughter, Mr. Jiang's eyes were soft.
My son doesn't live up to expectations, but my granddaughter is the best.
Otherwise, old Mr. Jiang would not be old and would still work as a guard for others in order to save some dowry for his granddaughter.
After hearing what everyone said, Wu Ming seemed to see all kinds of things in the world and all living beings.
Even if everyone holds the AK47 and scans frantically with dozens of people, there is still a warm place in everyone's heart.
Wu Ming couldn't help but ask himself, what is he pursuing now, is it power?
Pursuing power for the sake of power will only become a slave to power and gain nothing in the end.
Seeing the excitement in everyone's eyes, Wu Ming felt a little confused for the first time, because he could no longer understand how he felt in the first place.
At that time, Wu Ming, who had just embarked on the path of magic, could read a book of Merlin for ten years, and he still couldn't put it down ten years later.
At that time, I enjoyed the feeling of soaring in the ocean of knowledge, but now all that is left is numbness, and I can no longer find the same feeling as before.
"Time is like a butcher's knife. It blackens the fungus and softens the banana. I still vaguely remember that that year, when I was treating magic, it was like my first love. When I think about how I feel now, okay, I touch my left hand with my right hand, and I'm used to it."
From a small thing, Wu Ming sensed his own crisis.
Sometimes, people need a little motivation and can't just live like a zombie.
Wu Ming felt that after completing this mission, he should think about his future.
Even if I can't regain the ignorance of my first love, I can't just hang around like this, just for the sake of strength, and for the sake of tasks, just like a self-operating machine.
"Old man, Dashun, now that the money is in hand, only the nigger Tang is left to be solved. Tonight, everyone will take action for the last time, to deal with the nigger Tang, and then wait for his return." Wu Ming took out his pistol and slapped it hard.
Stack of money.
The nigger Tang Hei attacked Niu Dada and indirectly killed Liu Chengbei.
Everyone has said that the guns of this mission are all open to the outside world, so let's use the blood of Negro Don to bring this mission to a successful conclusion.
"I agree. Liu Chengbei's contribution is also included in this batch of jewelry. Now that he is dead, we should avenge him. I have no objection to killing the nigger Tang."
"I also agree. Da Shun treats me as his biological brother. I, Dashun, am not a blind wolf. I am willing to avenge him. If I don't even take revenge and let Da Da and Cheng Bei die in vain, I will look down on myself. This is called a gun.
Are you consistent in speaking to the outside world?"
"I object. We already have the money, so why bother? Isn't it better for everyone to return in peace and contentment? Now that Dada and Liu Chengbei are dead, what's the use of avenging him? People can't live again. Is it necessary to take risks?
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Men choose to agree, women choose to disagree.
Everyone's ideas, and choices are different, and differences will inevitably arise again.
"Please subscribe and support me. In addition, if I let Lao Long choose, I will choose to kill the nigger Tang. What is your choice?" (To be continued.)