Otherwise, as a profit maker, why would Yaochi Casino kill these two people?
Therefore, in fact, Yaochi Casino not only cannot kill two people, but also must let them live well.
The longer the two of them live, the better it will be for Yaochi Casino.
There is no way. In serious business, you must follow the rules and not ruin your reputation.
"Have you ever asked the reason for Gao Jin's betrayal?"
Although it is very cliché, there is no other way. Since it cannot be done, at least Gao Jin cannot be killed during this period of time.
Sir Zhang must know why Gao Jin suddenly fell out with him.
"It is said that the old man surnamed Hong promised that if he takes over Yaochi Casino, he will use his connections to gather gambling masters from all over Asia to hold a real God of Gamblers Competition.
At that time, it will help Gao Jin truly secure his reputation as the God of Gamblers."
Ding Yao disappeared in the afternoon, naturally going to interrogate Gao Jin and Qiu Xiaochi.
"Haha, fame and wealth really move people's hearts."
Zhang Pin was not surprised by Gao Jin's choice.
After all, he has made it to his current position and has no shortage of money.
My girlfriend is also very beautiful.
Then the only pursuit is fame.
The reputation of the God of Gamblers is quite famous in Hong Kong and Macao.
But after all, there is still a lot of room for improvement.
Except for gambling bosses like Hong, no one else can afford this.
After all, if you want to invite gambling masters, others will come.
"What should I do with the two of them now? Are we just going to let them go?"
Although Ding Yao has begun to clean herself up and do legitimate business, she still doesn't want to just let go.
"So what if we don't let him go? Gao Jin still has 20 million in assets. Otherwise, if we let him pay for his life, what if the news spreads? Apart from that, these two wastes have no use value."
Zhang Pin shook his head, not having any good ideas in mind.
The only valuable thing about these two guys is that they have a good reputation in the gambling world.
But if you want them to work for you, it will be embarrassing if they bite you back like Gao Jin did.
Apart from that, he really couldn't imagine how to use the two of them for nothing.
Um!
Zhang Pin suddenly sat up when he thought of this.
"How about we give it a try and hold a charity gambling competition while it's open for business!"
He looked at Ding Yao, if people named Hong can do it, why can't they do it.
"Charity gambling competition, what good does this do to us?"
Ding Yao was a little confused.
"Of course there are benefits. Both Gods of Gamblers and Gamblers will participate in this competition. Do you think anyone will want to step on them and become famous?"
But the more Zhang Pin thought about it, the more he felt that this plan was feasible.
"It's a good way to become famous after the God of Gamblers and the Gambling Maniac. When the time comes, we will arrange for two of our own people, and then let them beat Gao Jin and Qiu Xiaochi. Then they will be the new God of Gamblers and Gambling Maniac."
This time Ding Yao reacted.
Forehead--
This seems pretty good.
This time, Zhang Pin held down Tong Keren's head, which was causing trouble on him, and asked him to move down a few inches.
After resting for such a long time, it was time for him to let the other party know what Qici Lang was.
...
Just when Zhang Pin and Ding Yao decided to use the name of Yaochi Casino and the God of Gamblers to invite the rich from the two sides to participate in the charity God of Gamblers competition.
After meeting Yang Jianhua and Zhang Pin, Huo Qingsong took a boat back to Hong Kong Island again.
After Huo Qingsong makes a profit in his business, he will bring all his family members in to do it together because he is a family-oriented person.
After returning to Hong Kong, he first went to buy groceries, and then picked up his son from kindergarten and took him home.
When the car arrived at the door of the villa, Huo Qingsong's personal bodyguard Akai took a look outside.
"Brother, your relatives are blocking the door again."
"Um."
Huo Qingsong personally picked up the groceries he had bought, then took his son out of the car and placed him on the ground.
"Son, let's go home."
He dragged his son up and walked towards the stairs of the villa expressionlessly.
I don’t know if it’s because he has been used to a hard life since childhood. Even though Huo Qingsong made a lot of money from smuggling, his life is still very down-to-earth.
Moreover, Wenwen looks weak and has no airs of being a boss.
Of course, this may also be related to the fact that most of his subordinates are his relatives.
He did not look at the people blocking the door of his house, but directly carried the dishes and took his son up the steps of the villa.
The pregnant wife saw Huo Qingsong inside, opened the door and wanted to take the bag in his hand.
Huo Qingsong raised his hand and avoided his wife's hand.
"You are pregnant, you need more rest."
There was a strong hint of endearment in his voice.
Several people who had been waiting at the door, after seeing Huo Qingsong entering with his wife and children, looked at each other and followed suit.
They are all related to Huo Qingsong, and they all made their fortunes with him.
But now, because of Huo Qingsong's insistence on smuggling red oil without paying back the money and risking high risks, the work has not started for three months.
This is not the first time these people have come to visit.
They could tolerate it at first, but now they can't help but want a showdown.
For people like Huo Qingsong, family love is much more important than money.
But in the eyes of many people, other things have to take a back seat compared to money.
Although Huo Qingsong ignored this group of relatives, he knew they were following him.
He turned his head and glanced at A Kai: "Let them come in and remember to change their slippers."
Then he walked directly into the kitchen, took out a piece of meat from the vegetables he bought and put it on the cutting board.
"Did the teacher tell you today about your son's test scores last month?"
Huo Qingsong's wife glanced at her relatives who were changing shoes, and then at her expressionless husband.
Finally, I chose a topic to divert his attention.
"I didn't say it. It probably hasn't come out yet. It's only the first day, so the homework can't be graded that quickly."
Huo Qingsong seemed to understand his wife's worries. He smiled and pulled out a kitchen knife with a smile on his face.
Just when the two of them entered the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Several of Huo Qingsong's relatives were also changing into slippers at the entrance.
But at this time, Zhang Wenbao, uncle Huo Qingsong's in-law, pushed away the slippers handed over by the nanny, walked into the living room wearing leather shoes, and stepped on the wool carpet.
Seeing Huo Qingsong chopping vegetables in the kitchen, Zhang Wenbao spat disdainfully, then picked up an apple on the dining table, wiped it on his body casually, and took a bite.
Then he walked to the kitchen door, looked at Huo Qingsong's back and spoke.
"Qingsong, you are our leader and our leader, so if you ask us to transport red oil, we will sell red oil.
If you ask us to wait, how dare we wait?
But I have been waiting for three months, what should I do next?”
"Now, the oil dealer who sold us oil no longer does our business.
Also, because of smuggling red oil, we were blacklisted by the customs, let alone making a fortune.
You can’t even leave Hong Kong for consumption, and my brothers are very opposed to it.”
Chop—chop—
Hearing Zhang Wenbao's chatter, Huo Qingsong didn't reply, and there was only the sound of heavy chopping in the kitchen.
Huo Qingsong's wife seemed to have thought of something when she saw her husband chopping a piece of lean meat with a kitchen knife.
She looked at the nanny beside her: "Yin Meida, take Xiaole upstairs to do your homework."
When Zhang Wenbao heard that Huo Qingsong didn't reply, he threw the half-eaten apple back into the fruit bowl and continued to speak.
"Last month, even the insiders of the Red Oil Company found us and asked us to take out 80 million as a deposit to continue supplying oil.
Eighty million, boss, we haven’t started working for three months, we haven’t earned a penny, and we still have a small child to support.
Where can I find 80 million for a deposit?”
As Zhang Wenbao spoke, he turned his head and looked at the people who had changed into slippers and came in.
"Do you have any in-laws? Can you afford it, third uncle? Needless to say, the rich guy, it would be great if a young man can come up with 8,000 yuan."
Bodyguard Akai walked into the kitchen, came to Huo Qingsong and spoke in a low voice.
"Zhang Wenbao and Wu Donghai have become very close recently."
Wu Donghai is Huo Qingsong’s biggest opponent in the trend of red oil.
If you have connections with the other party, you can get free oil from the red oil factory.
In fact, if Huo Qingsong hadn't been causing trouble, the price of red oil would have been the same or even higher than that of normal diesel in China.
Because Hong Kong Island is very close to the mainland, especially the coastal areas.
Sea transportation is much cheaper than land transportation.
Huo Qingsong has been suppressed one after another recently, and it is hard not to think that Wu Donghai is causing trouble behind his back.
Akai saw that Huo Qingsong didn't say anything, but he held the kitchen knife tightly, so he took out a sharp knife from the kitchen and walked out.
Huo Qingsong turned around and took a look and saw that his wife, nanny and child had already gone upstairs.
He turned around and walked out of the kitchen quickly, holding the kitchen knife high in his hand and yelling at Zhang Wenbao.
"Do you have an ear infection? You didn't hear me tell you to put on your slippers. If you enter my house with your shoes on, what do you think is my house?"
But before he could make a move, his third uncle, his son Hao Zai and his uncle were on the side and quickly grabbed him.
"Qingsong, Qingsong, we are all relatives. If you have any problems, just sit down and talk about it calmly. Don't make it so tense."
But facing Huo Qingsong's kitchen knife, Zhang Wenbao not only did not avoid it, but instead took a step forward.
He reached out and took out a pistol from his arms, pointing the gun at Huo Qingsong.
"Come on, come on, you still want to chop me, let's see if your knife is faster or my bullet is faster."
The three people on the side who were trying to stop the fight were frightened when they saw Zhang Wenbao drawing his gun.
Huo Qingsong, on the other hand, was not afraid of the gun.
"You came to my house and even brought a gun. You made a deal with Wu Donghai and planned to kill me to gain power, right?"
"You... don't spit on others."
Although Zhang Wenbao denied it, his eyes were evasive. It was obvious that he had some kind of deal with Wu Donghai.
The third uncle on the side quickly stepped forward, stretched out his hand and pressed down the muzzle of Zhang Wenbao's gun.
"We are all relatives. How can we end up like this? Are we not going to be relatives anymore? Qingsong has already mortgaged the property and raised 80 million. Put away the guns quickly."
Hearing what the third uncle said, the uncle on the side snatched Huo Qingsong's kitchen knife, and then looked at Zhang Wenbao.
"I have already told Qingsong about your deal with Wu Donghai."
After hearing what the two of them said, Zhang Wenbao suddenly looked at his uncle in surprise.
"Uncle, have you forgotten how your son Dayong died? If he hadn't switched shifts with Dayong that day, would Dayong have died?"
Uncle Huo Qingsong didn't say anything. It was because his son was dead that he wanted to make money.
"Dad, you, Lao Hu, have already turned against each other. Why are you talking to him about relatives? Your cousin is your relative."
Third uncle's son Hao Zai put his arm around Huo Qingsong's shoulders.
After learning that Huo Qingsong had given out 80 million, they immediately changed their faces.
After all, Huo Qingsong brought them together to make a fortune, and they also know how much they weigh.
If we cooperated with outsiders, how could we earn as much as we do now?
The third uncle nodded, with a look of approval: "Son, that's well said."
He also stood next to Huo Qingsong and made his position clear.
When Zhang Wenbao saw that the situation instantly turned to support Huo Qingsong, he also knew that the situation was over.
He grunted twice and finally put the gun away.
Then he picked up his suit, turned around and spoke.
"Okay, this is what relatives do, right?"
When he reached the entrance, he turned his head and pointed at several people fiercely.
"Since we are relatives, I would like to kindly remind you that Brother Donghai said that if we can't reach an agreement, we will never end it with you!"
Huo Qingsong glanced at Zhang Wenbao, and his expression suddenly became very calm.
Ah Kai didn't know when he came behind Zhang Wenbao, and he closed the door of the villa.
"Well--"
Zhang Wenbao opened his mouth, but a mouthful of blood came out. He lowered his head and looked at his chest, and saw a large blade coming out of his body.
It turned out that Ah Kai had pierced his heart with a knife when he passed by him just now.
Zhang Wenbao stretched out his finger tremblingly and pointed at the crowd... He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something else.
But after closing the door, Ah Kai turned around, hugged Zhang Wenbao, and covered his mouth tightly.
Huo Qingsong's relatives seemed to be frightened when they saw this scene.
Finally, the oldest uncle sighed, raised the kitchen knife he got from Huo Qingsong, and walked quickly towards Zhang Wenbao.
He raised his hand and slashed hard at Zhang Wenbao's chest.
Zhang Wenbao, who was not struggling at first, was stabbed again in the chest. Instead, he gained strength and started to struggle.
After Uncle Huo Qingsong slashed, he turned around and shouted to his third uncle and Hao Tsai.
"What are you still doing? Come here and help!"
After hearing his words, the third uncle and Hao Zai obviously did not understand what their uncle meant.
"Qingsong pledged all the properties to the bank, and there are still ways to ensure the safety of the oil warehouse.
He has sacrificed so much, and we need to be united in the future.
If something happens to the family, it won't be good for anyone."
Now the third uncle and Hao Zai understood their uncle's words no matter how slow they were.
This is the other party's reminder to himself that he must hand over his name.
In fact, except for Zhang Wenbao, they were naturally not idle during this period.
Huo Qingsong was about to die. Although they were relatives, they obviously would not bury each other with each other.
But now the other party has suddenly overcome the difficulties and seems to be making a comeback.
So those of them who have had different intentions before naturally need to show their attitude.
So the two men walked over, held down Zhang Wenbao, who was still struggling, and gave each of them a knife.
Huo Qingsong watched calmly as several people stabbed Zhang Wenbao to death.
Then he stood up, took out his mobile phone from Zhang Wenbao, and then looked at a few people.
