Of course Liu Handong was just joking. He would not donate the money he got from licking blood to buy bags for others.
You need to think carefully about how to divide the more than 10 million yuan.
Wang Xing asked: "Xiao Tan, how do you think we should divide it?"
Tan Jiaxing said: "You decide, I'm just going to make some soy sauce, I won't put in much effort, you eat the meat and I drink the soup."
Wang Xing said: "Then we will allocate 10 million, 442, and the extra will be given to Baina and Ding Bo."
Tan Jiaxing said he had no objection. Liu Handong thought about it and felt that the distribution plan was reasonable. Although the whole operation was planned by Baina, and Tan Jiaxing's previous work also made the goal clear, overall he was heading towards the counterfeit wine workshop and robbing the casino.
It was just a last-minute idea and the risk was extremely high, so this is a fair distinction.
"But this money cannot be divided now. There are too many foreign currencies and gold. If you rush to cash it out, you will definitely be found out. It will have to lie dormant for a period of time, at least for more than a year before you can move it. Otherwise, everyone will die." Liu Handong said.
Wang Xing and Tan Jiaxing were convinced that they had poked a hornet's nest, and the other party would definitely pursue it frantically. Zhan Ziyu could mobilize criminal investigation forces and gangsters, and he would be bitten by him at the slightest clue, so he must not be careless.
This is who will hide the money and how to hide it, which has become a new problem. Liu Handong is a native of his hometown. He has the most options. Wang Xing trusts him unconditionally. After all, it is a fateful friendship. Tan Jiaxing did not hesitate to choose
gained trust.
He said: "Let's talk openly. The two brothers divided me two million. I am already very grateful. I am absolutely assured of your arrangement. In fact, I don't really want these two million."
Wang Xing asked: "Then what do you want?"
"I want Zhang Zongwei's life." Tan Jiaxing said calmly, but the hatred in his eyes was very clear. The young man lost his father, and this hatred is unforgettable.
Neither Wang Xing nor Liu Handong said anything, but came over to pat Tan Jiaxing's shoulders to express comfort and understanding.
"Take care of the guns." Liu Handong poured the guns out of the bag. Two of the four pistols had cracks on their barrels. Upon closer inspection, they were not real military pistols, but knock-offs modified from imitation guns.
It can only shoot a dozen rounds of ammunition before it ends up in the trash.
The other two are not American-made M9s. Judging from the inscriptions on the sleeves, they should be PT92 produced by the Brazilian Taurus Company. The rifling is severely worn. It is estimated that they are old enough and are on the verge of being scrapped.
Only the domestically made five-shot shotgun was in pretty good condition, but it was all out of bullets and there were no No. 12 deer bullets. It was almost like a fire stick.
Two knockoff guns were dismantled into parts and thrown into the Huaijiang River. The five-shot gun was dismantled into parts and sealed with butter and hidden. Two PT92s were carried with them along with the remaining bullets. After all, they would be hunted down at any time, and they couldn't do it without a tough guy.
The money was divided into three parts, one package of RMB, one package of foreign currency, and one package of gold bars, which were hidden in three secret locations.
After doing this, the three of them finally relaxed and rested for a night before returning to Omi the next day. The traffic on the highway was jammed. It turned out that it was the National Day, the highway was free of charge, and the short holiday was coming.
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In Omi, on the top of both sides of the doorposts of Fugui Villa at the foot of Mount Yun, two huge double happiness characters were pasted. During the National Day holiday, at least five couples got married in the villa. Omi's custom is to set off firecrackers at midnight and paste the words "happy" yesterday.
In the evening, fireworks were set off for two hours at Fugui Villa, disturbing people for miles around and unable to sleep well.
On the roads and in residential areas, there are luxury cars parked everywhere, sports cars, SUVs, BMWs, Mercedes-Benz and Audis that don’t rank at all, and Porsches of this level are inconspicuous.
At 7:40 in the morning, a Hummer drove out of Fugui Villa and ran directly across the main road in front of the community, completely blocking the road. Except for electric vehicles, motorcycles and pedestrians, cars could not pass through at all.
, a man with dyed yellow hair, wearing parrot green tights and bright red shoes jumped out of the Hummer, closed the door and left directly.
The road was suddenly blocked by more than a dozen cars. The drivers were honking their horns impatiently, but no one dared to move the Hummer.
In Villa No. 88 of Fugui Villa, Li Suifeng was wearing a black evening dress and adjusting his tie in front of the mirror. Today is the big day for his son Li Kang's wedding. Everyone with status in Omi City has received invitations. They must be getting drunk at noon.
Wu Xingfa opened the door and came in. He was also wearing a crisp suit. He said with a smile: "Boss, this dress is definitely classy, British style."
Li Suifeng flicked his collar: "That's necessary. A famous tailor in Hong Kong will tailor it. Andy Lau and Tony Leung make clothes there. By the way, is the motorcade to pick up the bride ready?"
"We're all here. Li Kang's little brothers are taking care of it. We uncles and uncles can just follow and watch. I don't want you to step in today. I am the general manager and Ziyu is the general coordinator. We will definitely organize this wedding for the whole city. No,
The most luxurious wedding in Jiangdong. The style, scene, and awesomeness.”
Li Suifeng looked at his watch: "When will Mr. Bi's plane arrive?"
"I must be there before the wedding at noon. Little Shenyang is also here. Teacher Shuangjiang was originally here, but he suddenly fell ill. Alas, he has a prodigal son... Well, Uncle Benshan's schedule is a bit tight. I called his assistant in the morning.
I contacted him and told him to come over as soon as possible, but I guess he was a bit nervous."
"That's about right. It's not good to invite too many famous people. There's an idiom that says, the guests take over the host."
"Yes, yes, the boss is very knowledgeable now, and he speaks in idioms."
Li Suifeng laughed: "Let's go out and meet our old friends."
The living room of the Li family was already filled with guests. Li Suifeng's appearance immediately caused a sensation. Several big brothers came up to hug and shake hands with him, smiling broadly. One of the younger brothers took out a whole piece of soft Chinese, opened it, and gave it to the male guests in boxes.
them.
In the corner is the camera of Omi TV. A professional photographer specially invited by the Li family. Three machines started shooting at the same time. Photographer Fu saw Li Suifeng wearing an evening dress and walking around among the guests and friends like a dog in the morning. He couldn't help but steal.
laugh.
"By the way, where is Xiao Kang?" Li Suifeng suddenly remembered.
A boy came over and said, "Uncle, Li Kang doesn't want to leave the house."
"What's going on, little bastard? I'll go take a look." Li Suifeng was furious. He went up to the second floor and pushed the door open into his son's bedroom. He saw Li Kang sitting in front of the computer in his pajamas, fighting monsters vigorously.
Li Suifeng went up and turned off the power, making Li Kang jump up in anger: "What are you doing! Delaying my important event!"
He slapped her in the face, and there was a crisp sound. Li Kang became anxious: "Fuck you, I won't get married anymore, I'm going to marry you!"
Li Suifeng raised his foot and kicked him, but was held tightly by a group of young people. Wu Xingfa smoothed things over: "Today is a big day, don't be angry. Xiao Kang, find a friend to play your game for you. Hurry up and change your clothes and get ready to go."
, there are so many people waiting, it will be bad if it delays the auspicious time."
Downstairs, Zhan Ziyu was bragging and chatting with a group of friends when he suddenly heard the sound of car horns in the distance and frowned: "What's going on?"
"Xiao Bin drove a Hummer and blocked the road. It's no big deal." A young man explained.
"Go out and take a look, don't cause any trouble." Zhan Ziyu led a few people out.
On the road, Xiao Bin, who was wearing parrot green pants, was beating a man wearing glasses.
"Fuck you, the Hummer scratched you, you have to pay for it! One hundred thousand!" Xiao Bin said angrily. It turned out that the man with glasses was driving a Chery car and wanted to go around the Hummer, but unfortunately he had a collision.
A group of car owners behind were filled with anger and accused Xiao Bin of lacking social ethics and blocking the road and affecting public transportation. Several people even called the police.
Xiao Bin pointed at this group of people and cursed: "Today is my brother's wedding. If you dare to make yourself uncomfortable, I will stay with you till the end!"
The traffic police on motorcycles rushed to the scene and negotiated whether the Hummer could be moved first to let everyone pass.
"I'm sorry, it can't be done." Xiaobin didn't even look at the traffic policeman. He took out his walkie-talkie and shouted: "A few people come to support me. I don't believe it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhan Ziyu arrived with a group of people, including many leaders of the traffic police detachment.
"Xiao Bin, what are you doing?" Zhan Ziyu stepped forward and pulled Xiao Bin away, "It's a big day today and it's not appropriate to see blood."
But the driver wearing glasses had been beaten with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
"I won't let you pay for the Hummer that was damaged. Be careful in the future." Zhan Ziyu motioned to his men to take a thousand yuan and throw it over, "This is money for your medical treatment."
A middle-aged man in his forties came over and asked Zhan Ziyu: "Can you move the car first? I have something urgent."
Zhan Ziyu saw that he was not as impressive as ordinary people, and looked at his license plate. It was a GL8 commercial vehicle with a provincial government license plate, so he handed him a cigarette and said, "I'm sorry, my friend's child is getting married today, which has delayed everyone's time."
, just wait ten minutes, just ten minutes."
The traffic police's coordination was useless, and the masses could only swallow their anger. At this time, the traffic flow was blocked for more than 500 meters.
Xiao Bin lit up a cigarette and said proudly to his friends: "We have a horse racing competition. When the provincial party committee secretary comes out, he doesn't have the same pomp as our brother Kang."
"Absolutely." The friends laughed indifferently.
At 8:08, Li Kang was finally forced to put on a formal dress and got on the float holding a large bouquet of pink roses. The motorcade set off amidst the sound of firecrackers. At the front was a black Audi A6 with a row of police lights on it. Although the license plate was
Although it is obscured, anyone who knows the art can tell that this is the lane-opening vehicle of the Provincial Party Committee Security Bureau.
Immediately following the drive-in car was the camera car, then the groom's white extended Hummer, followed by ten Hummers, and then ten red Porsches, all with double flashes, and the cars were decorated with various flowers, colorful strips, and balloons.
, and then there are the cars that friends drive by themselves, with different models and colors, from Aston Martin to Maserati, from BMW 760 to Audi A8. Anyone who drives a BMW 3 Series will be embarrassed to say hello to others.
The convoy moved for half an hour, and it didn't finish until 8:40. Only then did Xiao Bin jump on his Hummer and chase the large group.
Only then were social vehicles allowed to pass, and the road returned to normal order.
The GL8 driven by a middle-aged man drove very fast and went straight to Omi International Airport. He parked the car on the road outside the terminal hall, took out his mobile phone and started to contact. After a while, a man and a woman came out with a suitcase, and the three women came out.
He is about ten years old, with a slim figure and a good temperament. The man is tall but has a childish face. He is probably only sixteen or seventeen years old.
The man hurriedly came forward to greet him, took the luggage and walked back.
"Uncle Zhang, why are you here so late?" The woman did not look displeased. On the contrary, she was friendly and casual to the middle-aged man.
"There was a traffic jam. Someone was getting married and the road was blocked. It was impossible to move forward or retreat. It was delayed for more than an hour." Uncle Zhang looked helpless.
"What does the traffic police do for food? Why don't you care?" the boy spoke with an authentic Beijing accent.
"They have borrowed all the traffic vehicles from the security bureau, so what can the grassroots traffic police say?" Uncle Zhang said with a wry smile.