Deep in San Francisco's Chinatown, there is a row of old houses somewhat similar to Beijing's courtyard houses, stretching from front to back and occupying an area of several thousand square meters. These old houses are surrounded by various commercial shops.
Compared to the noisy hawking and bargaining outside, these old houses are quiet amidst the hustle and bustle. You can see some gray-haired old people playing chess leisurely in many houses.
In a large courtyard in the northeast corner, a hundred young people were working hard inside, with "hey ha" sounds coming from their mouths from time to time. This is where the execution hall of Hongmen's inner hall is located.
A tall middle-aged man in his forties was walking around these young people. When he saw some people who acted irregularly, the middle-aged man would kick or push them from time to time, accompanied by the sound of falling to the ground.
There is always a burst of laughter.
"Master Hu, the call is from Master Song!" A man wearing a suit and leather shoes, who was incompatible with this situation, walked lightly in front of the middle-aged man.
"Wen Guang, isn't that kid afraid that his rebellious behavior will be known to the Song family?"
Lei Hu sneered and said: "I was in a hurry when I left, as if I was afraid of getting involved with our Hongmen. Why did you call me again now?"
Lei Hu's figure was inherited from his father's, he was almost 1.9 meters tall, but the hooked nose on his face ruined his rugged image, making him look a little feminine.
However, at this time, Lei Hu was at the peak of his energy and physical strength. The temples on both sides of his head were bulging high, and his eyes were filled with light when he opened and closed them, making people dare not look closely. His movements showed the demeanor of a master.
Standing among the hundreds of Hongmen disciples, Lei Hu felt like he stood out from the crowd, but in his opinion, the spacious courtyard was still too small and could no longer accommodate Lei Hu's growing ambitions.
"Master Hu, this is called a bitch and you want to build a memorial arch. That guy is not a good guy either."
Although the young man next to Lei Hu was dressed very elegantly, he was extremely vulgar when he spoke, and he also exuded a rude aura.
"Haha, Wen Guang, I love hearing this..."
After hearing what the young man said, Lei Hu burst out laughing. He patted the man on the shoulder with approval and said, "You are just different from other damn scholars. After all, you belong to our Hongmen."
Disciple."
The young man's name is Peng Wenguang. His father was originally a fierce general in the execution hall. He was stabbed eighteen times and died in a battle for territory more than ten years ago. Peng Wenguang grew up eating hundreds of meals in Hongmen.
Unlike most Hongmen children who like to dance with swords and sticks, Peng Wenguang has been very good at studying since he was a child. Later, he was admitted to Harvard University's law major. After graduation, he followed Lei Hu and became the leader of the new generation of elites in Hongmen.
Representative figures.
However, he has been exposed to the Hongmen since he was a child. Although Peng Wenguang behaves like a gentleman on the outside, in his words and deeds, he is just like those Hongmen disciples who have not graduated from elementary school. He is deeply attracted by Lei Hu.
like.
Walking into the inner hall of the courtyard, Lei Hu picked up the phone and said: "Xiaolong, didn't you say you won't contact me during this period? Why did you call your Uncle Hu again?"
Although he chose to cooperate with Song Xiaolong, Lei Hu still felt contempt from the bottom of his heart for such people who cheated and cheated. This kind of behavior was a taboo in Hongmen.
"Uncle Tiger, I heard that my aunt has arrived in San Francisco?"
Song Xiaolong's voice on the other end of the phone was a little low. He came from the mild climate of San Francisco to the hot Africa. He turned on the air conditioner too high at night, but he caught a cold.
"I know this. Sister Lan lives in the Hilton Hotel."
In San Francisco, nothing could be hidden from Hongmen's eyes and ears. Lei Hu knew it as soon as Song Weilan got off the plane. However, he did not expect that Du Fei would personally go to the airport to greet her, which slightly changed his plan.
In fact, Lei Hu and Song Weilan have known each other for almost 20 years. He is several years younger than Song Weilan and has been calling her Sister Lan all these years.
"Uncle Hu, then... then why don't you take my aunt to Hongmen?"
Song Xiaolong's voice was a little urgent. He knew Song Weilan's prestige among the overseas Song family. As long as she could go to the New York headquarters, this storm would be suppressed.
Although tens of billions have been obtained, doesn't half of this money still need to be given to Lei Hu? Moreover, Song Weilan still has tens of billions of wealth in her hands.
Song Xiaolong has prepared manpower and can take over the business empire created by Song Weilan at any time. Of course, the premise must be that Lei Hu successfully forces Song Weilan to sign the share transfer letter.
"Do I need you to teach me how to do something?"
After hearing Song Xiaolong's words, Lei Hu's voice suddenly turned cold, "Xiaolong, some things cannot be rushed. What is Sister Lan's identity? If the news that I put her under house arrest spreads, it will have a great impact on the upper class society in the United States.
"
"But Uncle Tiger, this opportunity is rare. If aunt goes to New York, what we did some time ago will be completely in vain. Moreover, I can't allocate the money to you."
Song Xiaolong was very anxious after hearing this, and there was already a threat in his tone. You must know that the nearly 10 billion US dollars of funds are still in his hands, and Lei Shi has not even seen a penny.
"Huh? Xiaolong, are you threatening me?" Lei Hu's face turned pale, and his voice became a little cold.
Song Xiaolong also felt that his tone was a bit too much, and quickly explained: "How can I dare? Uncle Hu, if my aunt can persuade certain departments to cooperate with the investigation, it is possible to freeze the funds. How can I then?"
Do you have any money to transfer to you?"
What Song Xiaolong said is true. Although his behavior this time was almost flawless, the billions of dollars did not evaporate in vain, but were continuously transferred and cleaned through various means.
However, because the time was too short, the money could still be traced. With Song Weilan's reputation and connections in the United States, it might be possible to trace it and recover the money.
"Is there such a thing?"
Lei Hu was stunned when he heard this, and turned to look at Peng Wenguang behind him. After seeing Peng Wenguang nodding, his expression softened a bit and said: "Okay, I know about this. Don't worry, Sister Lan can't leave San Francisco."
of!"
"Wenguang, is what that guy said true?" The old-fashioned telephone used in Hongmen had a loud echo from the microphone, and Lei Hu knew that Peng Wenguang would be able to hear it.
"We can't rule out the possibility of not having this surname."
Peng Wenguang nodded and asked a little strangely: "Master Hu, why don't you control Song Weilan when she gets off the plane? Master Du must not dare to fall out with you, right?"
Lei Hu shook his head and said: "Brother Fei is very close to my family, and I don't want to fall out with him because of this matter."
Although Du Fei has been away from Hongmen for more than ten years, the lower-level gang members who were his father's successors have now grown into the backbone of Hongmen and are a force that cannot be underestimated.
Although Lei Hu is not afraid of Du Fei, at this critical moment of fighting for the leader, he does not want to cause trouble and push the originally neutral Du Fei to his opponent's side. What's more, if things get serious, Lei Zhen will not be able to escape.
Yue's ears.
"Master Hu, what should we do now?" Peng Wenguang asked.
"What should I do? Do you still have to ask?"
Lei Hu narrowed his eyes and said: "Ask Ah Hong to bring fifty people over and invite Sister Lan..."
Lei Hu was originally a cold-hearted person, otherwise he would not have planned Song Weilan's house arrest without telling his father and Song Xiaolong.
Earlier, for the sake of Du Fei, Lei Hu didn't want to go too far, but now that a huge sum of money was involved, he couldn't care so much anymore. Without money, his promise to the various factions in the sect would become a
What a huge joke.
Seeing Peng Wenguang agree and turn around to leave, Lei Hu stopped him again and said: "By the way, let Ah Hong take the guy there. In addition to not hurting the brothers in the sect, there is no need to be so kind to the people around Sister Lan."
Polite."
Anyway, after this incident, the Hongmen and the Song family will definitely fall out, and Lei Hu doesn't mind making things even more extreme.
As the saying goes, when a scholar meets a soldier, there is no explanation. Lei Hu has enemies all over the place. He doesn't care about Song Weilan's revenge afterwards. There are so many people in the world who want him dead. Isn't he, Mr. Hu, still alive and well?——
"Boss, it's safe outside!"
At the same time that Lei Hu gave the order, Song Weilan and his party also left the presidential suite. However, they did not take the elevator directly to the ground floor. Instead, they went to the back door of the hotel through the hotel's internal employee elevator on the fourth floor.
A Mercedes-Benz with an unassuming appearance, but equipped with bulletproof glass and thick iron plates, was parked at the back door of the hotel. More than ten meters away from the Mercedes-Benz, there were seven or eight people standing with some red and swollen faces.
young people.
Surrounded by Flanders and others, Song Weilan and Anna got into the Mercedes-Benz.
"Master..." A shout made Ye Tian take back the foot that had already stepped into the Mercedes-Benz.
"Sir, it's no use my people. Lei Hu's people are on the way. You might as well go to New York to avoid the limelight."
When he came to Ye Tian, Du Fei looked ashamed, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes. He thought Ye Tian had changed his mind and wanted to leave with Song Weilan.
Although Du Fei didn't have much hope in successfully rising to the top, Ye Tian's words always gave him some other ideas. But if Ye Tian left, he really wouldn't have the slightest chance.
"I won't leave. I will come back after sending my mother out."
Ye Tian glanced at Du Fei and said calmly: "We can't live here anymore. Please arrange another place for me. I will call you in the evening."
