Lei Na gave up in the end. To be honest, the price Du Weiguo offered was really not high and could be said to be very conscientious.
According to current speculation, the blood beast can fly, teleport, and change into a human form, making it very difficult to deal with. Therefore, the price offered by Du Weiguo is reasonable.
Besides, this bloody bastard has committed many crimes in Europe before and has always been impunity. Although it may not be the same animal, as long as this animal can be killed.
Let alone 5 million US dollars, even if it is 10 million US dollars, I believe that the Vatican, which is so happy with the success, will be happy to pay for it.
Although Du Weiguo's words were stinking, his words were rough and rational. Those old magicians in red and purple were really rich, so rich that they dripped with oil.
As for how to extort money from them, that was Reina's job, and Du Weiguo didn't bother to care.
After leaving the Crystal Building in Kwun Tong, Du Weiguo and Nightmare drove to Victoria Harbor, took the same ferry they came from, and crossed the sea toward Central.
Du Weiguo did not prostitute for nothing. He is now rich and wealthy, so naturally he will not be so picky and leave things to say to others.
With a wave of his hand, he gave the two short mules who made a living by ferrying across the sea a full 10,000 Hong Kong dollars and chartered the boat for a month!
Du Weiguo was not trying to prevaricate Uncle Nine. He really wanted to go to Bank of China. He wanted to meet with Zhao Mingwei and ask about the specific progress of the demand.
His reputation in Hong Kong is at its peak now, and he is commanding all around. No one should dare to attack him, but he should not be careless in anything.
Another very important point is that he cannot let these lawless little mules do whatever they want in his name.
In the evening, on Queen's Road in Wan Chai, near the Bank of China office building, there is a Xiangtan restaurant with a relatively quiet environment.
"Hululu~"
An elegantly decorated and antique private room on the second floor was filled with indescribable movements, like pigs eating.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Zhao Mingwei's eyes were wandering and he didn't know where to look. He was extremely embarrassed.
Du Weiguo frowned, put down his chopsticks helplessly, and kicked the Night Dire who was crouching at his feet vigorously.
This pig gave birth to a total of 21 suckling pigs in the afternoon, and they were very full. After such a long time, they went to a restaurant with Du Weiguo, and they were so greedy again.
Night Dire's favorite food right now is roast suckling pig, but it is not picky about food. It is sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty. It likes everything from flying in the sky to swimming in the water. There are no taboos.
Moreover, the appearance of this pig when eating was extremely ugly, just like now, a good serving of fish head with two peppers made it make the sound of sucking the noodles.
Even after being kicked, Nightmare didn't get angry. He raised his dog's face, showed a humane expression, and wagged his tail in a swish manner.
Du Weiguo rolled his eyes at it and scolded angrily: "Why are you pretending to be so cute? Keep it quiet!"
Nightmare immediately nodded knowingly, and when he lowered his head to eat the fish again, his voice was indeed much quieter. Zhao Mingwei smoothed things over with a smile:
"Mr. Wesley, your dog is really humane, strong and majestic. It is probably even more generous than the Roaring Dog."
He was secretly praising Du Weiguo. If Night Dire was the Roaring Sky Dog, wouldn't his master become True Lord Erlang?
Du Weiguo was now immune to this tasteless rainbow fart. He smiled lightly and naturally changed the subject:
"Ha, what is the Roaring Sky Dog? It is just a loser. Director Zhao, by the way, the bill collection effect in the past two days has been pretty good?"
When it came to business, Zhao Mingwei suddenly became energetic, his eye circles were slightly red, his face showed gratitude, and his tone was sincere and excited:
"Sir, in this matter, I really want to thank you for your generous action. In just two days, our bank has recovered 43.56 million in arrears.
Moreover, there are still many debtors who have proactively contacted our bank and made an appointment to pay off their debts in the near future. It is estimated that the total repayment amount will reach 300 million~~"
This result was both reasonable and unexpected. Du Weiguo had roughly expected it, but he didn't expect it to go so smoothly.
However, if you think about it carefully, it is reasonable and reasonable. The total amount owed by Bank of China is as high as 500 million, of which retail investors account for the majority.
People all follow the herd, especially these philistine and slippery businessmen. Everyone has defaulted on their debts before, especially with these big players standing in front of them. Those grassroots who are accustomed to adapting to the wind will naturally learn from it.
Nowadays, these vicious young and Dangerous boys are pursuing the case with great fanfare and holding the banner of evil spirits. The Hong Kong Island police are pretending to be deaf and dumb, not even daring to let out a fart.
Those big businessmen with backing and background were cowed and obediently paid back the money. Various signs were enough to explain a lot of problems. Naturally, those duplicitous wallflowers did not dare to make any more excuses and took the initiative to give in.
Du Weiguo was transparent and figured out all the joints in an instant, and nodded noncommittally:
"Okay, that's good, but Director Zhao, don't be too sloppy. Those short mules are not kind people and they still need to be restrained.
Don't let them take advantage of others and do evil in the name of seeking recovery, especially taking the opportunity to harm innocent businesses and cause outrage and resentment."
Zhao Mingwei nodded quickly, like a chicken sucking rice. He felt the same, and his face was filled with recognition:
"Sir, you are indeed a master of clever calculations, and your predictions are accurate. I am just planning to report these situations to you today."
"Oh, what? Someone started to fish in troubled waters so quickly and do whatever they want?"
As soon as he heard this, Du Weiguo's face suddenly darkened. The evil spirit rose but was not released. The temperature in the private room dropped sharply, just like the cold winter.
When Du Weiguo was living in Forty-Nine City, he worked in the Security Department and Special Service Department of the Steel Rolling Mill. He only saved more than 200 lives in total.
After leaving the country, it only took about a week to almost break this number. Now, I have handled more than a thousand souls.
A veritable killer of thousands of people, a serious murderer. Now, Du Weiguo's evil spirit has been completely developed.
Zhao Mingwei, a frail scholar, couldn't bear even the slightest trace of it. His face was pale, his mouth was dry, and his voice was trembling:
"Sir, calm down, calm down. So far, the bad situation you imagined has not happened, but there is just a hint of it."
Du Weiguo's face softened slightly, but his tone was still cold: "If there are any signs, please tell me carefully."
Zhao Mingwei glanced at Du Weiguo's face, and said cautiously:
"Actually, I didn't do anything too outrageous. When I went to Tengda Company to collect money this morning, a "brother" from the club took advantage of the situation and touched the front desk lady's thigh, and~~"
Du Weiguo frowned slightly, and Zhao Mingwei suddenly became silent and suppressed the words in his mouth.
"Anything else, go on."
Du Weiguo's face was expressionless and his voice was cold. Zhao Mingwei shuddered, gritted his teeth, and stammered:
"Yes, yes, and also, when passing by stalls and shops, I will pick up some small and insignificant things.
They are all fruits, cigarettes, chewing gum, etc., which are worthless. Sir, don’t worry, I have paid for all these merchants one by one."
To be honest, these actions are not excessive. These dwarf mules are originally some dirty hooligans. These stinky habits of stealing and tampering are just their true colors.
It's just that they are flying under their own banner now. If these guys ruin their reputation, they will lose more than they gain.
Du Weiguo lightly knocked on the table:
"Director Zhao, do you think, based on the current situation, do you still need these guys to continue to help with the pursuit?"
Hearing this question, Zhao Mingwei's eyes suddenly flashed with a hidden light, he subconsciously licked his lips and said carefully:
"Sir, I, I was just about to ask what you meant. I discussed it with the leader and wanted to pay these club brothers a week's salary according to the rules you set before, so that they don't have to come again tomorrow~
~”
"oh?"
Du Weiguo was a little surprised. He seemed to have thought of something. He curled his lips, took out his cigarette case, lit one, and looked at him with interest, half-smiling but not smiling:
"Director Zhao, please tell me more specifically. The leader has spoken. What exactly did he say?"
When Du Weiguo asked, his tone was quite calm. Zhao Mingwei took heart and bravely replied:
"Sir, please ask these gang brothers to help you recover. It will go smoothly when you ask for money, but we are a bank after all.
After all, we are going to do business in the future. Now the situation is complicated and we can only rely on credit to survive, so~~"
Du Weiguo understood. What Zhao Mingwei meant was that he was worried that the bank would be too involved with these social groups and would be tarnished.
Of course, some people may feel that it is not a good thing to be in close contact with them.
Now, since the basic purpose has been achieved, it is natural to cut off the relationship quickly to avoid getting burned.
To put it more clearly, some "high-level officials" regard these pursuing mules and even themselves as chamber pots.
Naturally, it is indispensable when it is urgently needed, but when I have finished urinating and feel comfortable, I naturally dislike the strong smell of the chamber pot and wish to kick it away.
This set of tricks has been around for a long time, and it is common even in later generations. Well, I can’t say it anymore. You all know it, hey~
This style of acting made Du Weiguo recall some of his experiences in Sijiu City, and he couldn't help but get angry. He didn't expect that today, he was already famous all over the world, and he would be treated as a chamber pot by big men.
Du Weiguo was silent for a while, then slowly exhaled the smoke, then suddenly changed the topic and asked a somewhat unexpected topic:
"Director Zhao, what is the prefix for the short mule who touched the thigh of the girl at the front desk this morning?"
Zhao Mingwei was stunned, his expression was astonished, he didn't react at all, and replied confusedly:
"Uh, Brother Da Mao whose name starts with righteousness."
"Ha~"
Du Weiguo sneered, took out the satellite phone from his pocket, and quickly dialed a number. After the call was connected, he said casually:
"Ex-brother, I'm Wesley, um, hello, it's a little matter, and I'm the brother you sent to help Bank of China recover.
There is a man named Da Mao who has unclean hands and feet. When he was working this morning, he touched a girl's leg and broke the rules of the world."
Du Weiguo paused for a moment, probably listening to the reply on the other end of the phone, which was preceded by the word "righteousness". After a moment, he said lightly:
"Okay, it's not a big mistake. Cutting off three fingers and a small punishment is enough. Ex-brother, I have caused you trouble.
Oh, by the way, please help me tell Guolong and He Zhixiong that starting tomorrow, the brothers will no longer have to come over to start work.
The Bank of China will settle one week's salary, and I personally will pay each brother one month's salary, and a large amount for one year."
When Du Weiguo took out his satellite phone, Zhao Mingwei was still jealous, thinking that he wanted to show off, so he had secretly prepared compliments for him later.
But when he heard the content of the phone call, he suddenly broke out in white hair and sweat, and when he heard the last word, his face was ashen.
Damn it! Just touching my thigh, three of Da Mao's fingers were about to break off. His tone was calm and gentle, as if he was asking to buy some fish eggs.
This is not the most frightening thing. The frightening thing is that after Da Mao's fingers were amputated, all the associations must know that he must have complained.
This kind of backstabbing behavior of calling brothers to each other's faces and stabbing them in the back is the most chilling and taboo in the world.
With Du Weiguo's support, no one will touch him. However, from now on, all associations, large and small, in Hong Kong will no longer have the slightest connection with Bank of China.
Du Weiguo's operation was equivalent to completely cutting off all ties with one sword, and it was so decisive and straightforward that it made people feel frightened.
In addition, Du Weiguo also conveyed a message that made Zhao Mingwei despair.
He just said on the phone that he would personally settle one month's salary for each brother. In the past two days, the total number of short mules who helped Bank of China recover was about 200.
The standard set by Du Weiguo at that time was that each person's daily salary was 50 Hong Kong dollars per day, which was 1,500 yuan a month, so the total was 300,000 Hong Kong dollars.
You know, Du Weiguo helped Bank of China recover, but he didn't get any money. He worked hard and worked hard, and now he has to pay back 300,000.
This shows that Du Weiguo himself has made a very complete settlement with Bank of China, and the relationship has been exhausted. From now on, the bridge will return to the bridge, and the road will return to the road.
In two days, just by using his name, he was able to help the bank collect 300 million in debt, which is like a god descending to earth.
Now, just because of the short-sightedness of some senior officials, he was completely offended. Zhao Weiming's mentality exploded and he was filled with regret.
"First, sir, what are you~~"
Du Weiguo put away the phone, crushed the cigarette butts, took out a few hundred Hong Kong dollars from his pocket, and gently threw them on the table, his face expressionless, and his voice no longer had the slightest warmth.
"I've invited you to this meal, Director Zhao. There's a long road ahead. See you in the world. Take care!"
"Sir, sir, you misunderstood~"
Zhao Mingwei stood up and shouted anxiously, his voice became hoarse, but Du Weiguo ignored him and left decisively without looking back.
At the beginning of the lanterns, after Du Weiguo left the Xiangtan Restaurant, he did not cross the sea immediately to meet Uncle Jiu. He felt a little depressed and wanted to take a walk to get some fresh air.
Not far from the place to eat, there is the famous Lan Kwai Fong in Central, the bar street of Hong Kong Island, which is the most lively place with lively entertainment and entertainment.
Du Weiguo put his hands in his pockets, holding a cigarette at an angle in his mouth, strolling in front of the car, wandering aimlessly and casually.
The night dire was like a black ghost, following Du Weiguo step by step. If there was no light shining on it, it would be impossible to detect it.
When passing by a small bar called Dark Night, Du Weiguo's eyes suddenly flashed, he stopped, and looked at a stall on the roadside with interest.
This is a small gambling stall on the street, and the traditional trick of Sanxianguidong is played. There are already many people around, and it looks quite lively.
The betting method at the stall is very simple, three balls, two bowls, one ball in one bowl, and two balls in the other bowl.
All gamblers, if they can guess the bowl with a ball in it, will pay one for one, as much as they bought.
The owner of the gambling stall is a little old man, he must be in his 50s, his hair and beard are all gray, his face is full of wrinkles, he is hunched over, and he is wearing an old-fashioned gray coat.
At this moment, a fat white man with a big belly, smell of alcohol, and a Mediterranean on his head was already on his head. His eyes turned red, and he threw another 500 yuan in front of the bowl on the left, shouting at the top of his lungs:
"Gan! I'm going to take this one back and throw it on the street. I don't believe it. I didn't hit it this time!"
Several melon-eating spectators also bought this bowl, and the total amount was nearly 700. The little old man had a sly look in his eyes, held down the white porcelain man on the left, and said with a smile:
"Okay, bosses, I'll leave now without any regrets."
After waiting for a few seconds, when no one continued to place bets, the old man stopped inking and reached out to open the bowl. There were two red balls lying quietly inside, and it was double!
Du Weiguo curled his lips in disdain. He clearly saw that the moment he opened the big bowl, the little old man quickly flicked a red ball out from between his fingers.
The Three Immortals Returning to the Cave is an old trick that has been around for many years. It can be regarded as a gambling technique or a trick. The key point is that there are more than three balls, it can be four balls or five balls.
It is said that there are masters with exquisite skills who can even hide seven balls. It is really a ghost that makes you shake your head.
"Hey, it's double time. Thank you bosses for the favor~"
With a smile on his face, the old man cupped his hands in all directions, slowly put away the banknotes in front of the bowl, and then clasped the three balls in the two big bowls again, spinning them slowly and slowly for a while.
"Okay, bosses, you can place your bets."
After losing again, the fat man was a little angry and was about to fall out, but there was someone in the crowd who was even more excited than him.
He rushed out, smashed 500 yuan directly in front of the big bowl on the left, and roared:
"Go to the street! I didn't even look at this hand. My wife was betting on it, so she just bet on this bowl to open the bill. I really don't believe it. I lost 13 times in a row, and this one is still a double!"
The fat man, who was already furious, received great psychological comfort after hearing this idiot's words, and a cunning smile appeared on his fat face.
"Ha, this street boy is even worse than me tonight. He even lost all his wife's money. He is a perfect guiding light!"
Fatty thought this, and immediately took out the last 200 yuan he had, placed it in front of another bowl, and joked triumphantly:
"Gan! How did I find you, the guiding light possessed by Liao Shen? Ha! I definitely win this one."
He has a typical gambler's mentality, he is good at food and fun-loving, and he is also extremely superstitious. Obviously, this silly fat man is tonight's Yang Gu.
The desperate guy seemed to have red eyes, and he cursed and replied:
"Go to the street! Fatty, you are the bright light. Old man, stop the ink and drive quickly!" (End of Chapter)