Downstairs, Zhang Jiang had already gotten into Li Jin's Bentley.
"It's better to have money."
Thinking about the 2 billion yuan in capital and touching the Bentley under his butt, Zhang Jiang thought about his predicament and said with some emotion.
"Each has its own advantages and disadvantages," Li Jin said with a smile.
Zhang Jiang nodded, still a little nervous and said: "Is it really no problem?"
"Don't worry, he really has the guts to hack us to death?" Li Jin said calmly.
Thinking of this, Zhang Jiang nodded heavily.
Millennium Hotel is one of Liang Hui's assets, and it can be considered a relatively high-end hotel.
Li Jin's car parked in front of the hotel, and he and Zhang Jiang walked in directly.
Arriving at the reserved box, Li Jin and Zhang Jiang felt the atmosphere was tense as soon as they came out of the elevator.
There were people standing on both sides of the corridor.
All of them looked like gangsters, chewing gum, shaking their feet, and looking at the two of them in disgust.
At a glance, there were more than twenty people standing in the corridor alone.
Zhang Jiang was a little panicked when he saw this formation, and then his face turned pale when he thought about the rumor that Liang Hui had a group of desperadoes as his subordinates.
Li Jin, on the other hand, showed no fear at all and walked towards the box without squinting.
Following Li Jin, Zhang Jiang's face turned pale, he kept swallowing his saliva, and did not dare to look at the gangsters on both sides.
Zhang Jiang, who walked all the way to the door of the box, eager to escape from this corridor, took the initiative to push the door open.
With a snap, a man who looked like a gangster slapped Zhang Jiang's hand away.
"Mr. Liang said that if you want to enter, you must kneel and climb in!"
The gangster leader had a stern head, his exposed arms were covered with ferocious tattoos, he was smiling, and his eyes were full of evil.
Zhang Jiang was shaking with anger, but did not dare to speak. He could only look at Li Jin.
Li Jin glanced at the gangster leader, raised his voice slightly, and said to the door: "Liang Hui, is this how you treat guests?"
The box was as quiet as death.
"Okay, if you think a few gangsters can hold up the facade, then you can take your time."
After saying that, Li Jin turned to leave.
Just as he turned around, the door of the box was opened.
All I saw was that the private room was very empty, with a large round table filled with dishes. Liang Hui was sitting on the main seat facing the door, holding a chicken rack in his hand and gnawing his mouth full.
Oily.
At other places on the large round table, there were several people who looked very familiar to Li Jin and had seen them in Rongcheng Villa, sitting on pins and needles.
Behind Liang Hui, there were several burly bodyguard-looking people.
He is as elegant as a gangster.
"Haha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my younger brother is not sensible, you two come in quickly."
Liang Hui said with a smile, pointing to the opposite position with his shiny finger, "Here, I'll leave a spot for you."
Li Jin took Zhang Jiang into the box and sat down directly.
Liang Hui stood up, walked around behind Zhang Jiang, wiped his greasy hands on Zhang Jiang's suit, and said with a smile: "Did you bring the money?"
"What money?" Li Jin asked flatly.
The smile on Liang Hui's face gradually disappeared and he suddenly slapped his hand on the table.
This slap was so powerful that not only did the tableware on the round table jump, but even the people sitting on both sides of the round table were startled.
Liang Hui yelled at Li Jin: "Are you fucking kidding me? I asked you to bring 80 million! Where is the money!?"