Yao Conggu Shiran handed over his hand with a confident smile on his face: "I understand Mr. Chu's plan, which can be roughly divided into two steps. The first is to cut off the wings, and the second is to draw fuel from the bottom of the cauldron. The former is easier to handle, with knives and guns.
They are all in our hands, and we can kill him with the power of thunder at any time. The latter, on the other hand, leaves some loopholes for the ghost guy to take advantage of."
"Oh? Then I wonder what Mr. Yao has to say?" Chu Heng raised his eyebrows in disbelief. He didn't hear the real thing. How could he be frightened by this guy's words?
"I can't speak of high opinions. Mr. Chu's strategy is almost perfect. I'm just checking for the flaws."
Yao Conggu waved his hand and continued to speak unhurriedly: "One part of your plan is to heat up the southern red agate and attract Ben Shaming into the game, and then use the red jade stone to get rid of it.
Cash flow, this plan is really good, but there are also some omissions."
"Bensamin's family has been operating in France for many years, and their relationships are intricate and deep. If he finds someone to borrow money and renews the interrupted cash flow, the effectiveness of your plan will be greatly reduced."
When Chu Heng heard this, there was no emotion on his face. He had already considered this situation and had a plan to deal with it. However, he still wanted to hear what this guy wanted to do, so he took the initiative to ask: "Mr. Yao, how do you think this can be avoided?"
This situation?"
"Simple, just drag everyone else down."
"How to pull it?"
"First of all, you have to spend some money to set up a private equity fund. The members are all your own people. First, bring in Benshamin's brainless sister, give some sweeteners, and then introduce Benshamin into the game through her.
Then weave him a crazy prospect and lure him to attract people to invest..."
Chu Heng looked at Yao Conggu who was talking endlessly, and the more he listened, the more familiar he became.
Isn’t this just a pig-killing plate?
The old boy has something!
Then he pinched his thigh in annoyance. Why didn't I think of this move?
…
About half an hour later.
The motorcade drove into the 13th arrondissement of the greater Paris area, located on the Left Bank of Paris, near Place d'Italie.
There is a Chinatown here, which is one of the three Chinese districts in Paris and the earliest Chinese gathering place in France.
The headquarters of French Hongmen is located here.
At this time, Chinatown in the 13th arrondissement was not yet the well-known tourist attraction known as Hong Kong on the Seine in later generations. The streets were dilapidated and the houses on the roadside were also very old and shabby.
When the motorcade stopped in front of a four-story old building, Chu Heng, who was sitting in the car chatting with Zhu Daochang and Yao Conggu, solemnly tore off a page from the checkbook in his hand and handed it to
Yao Conggu: "This is a hundred thousand dollars. I will leave this matter to Mr. Yao."
"Whoa!"
"Then I'll be disrespectful." When he saw the money, Yao never regained his previous calmness. He took the check with his eyes shining, his eyes that were smiling were gone, and he slapped his chest loudly.
Xiang: "Mr. Chu, please don't worry. I guarantee that he won't be able to take away even a straw from Benshaming's house. They will all be handed over to you!"
"Mr. Chu is really generous!" Zhu Daochang's old face smiled like a chrysanthemum.
"Let's go, let's go to the hotel to have a rest first, and then we'll go have dinner."
Then the two of them asked him, the God of Wealth, to get out of the car with great enthusiasm.
When they were about to greet Mo Darong, who got off the car at the back door, to enter the hotel next door, a young man in a suit and leather shoes rushed over and asked Zhu Daochang: "Uncle Zhu, have you used up my extended car?"
No? I just got a call from my dad. He has a friend who needs a car for his wedding tomorrow, so I have to go back and arrange it."
"..."
There was a sudden silence in the field.
Chu Heng's face couldn't help but twitch when he heard this, so he borrowed the car he was sitting in.
Zhu Daochang blushed, glared at the young man angrily, waved his hand and said, "You're done, get out of here!"
"Then I'll leave first. If you want to use the car again, just ask me and I'll give you a preferential price. This is the deposit. Please keep it." The young man smiled and handed him a few francs, turned around and got into the car, and said loudly.
And go.
Chu Heng blinked and took a deep breath. His shoulders shook so much that he almost laughed out loud.
The Hongmen in France are really bad at it. They have to rent even a car, and they can't even borrow it.
Then he recalled the uncontrollable excitement of Zhu Daochang, the mountain master, and Yao Conggu, the new server, when he just took out the check for 100,000 dollars, and he immediately understood.
It seems that the life of Hongmen in France is not very good.
"It's funny, it's funny, let's go, let's take a rest first." Yao Conggu smiled awkwardly and walked forward, pulling them into the hotel next to him.
Fortunately, the hotel environment is pretty good. Chu Heng and the others were each given a single room with an independent bathroom, which was neat and clean. Although it was not as good as a star-rated hotel, it was not bad.
"It's okay."
Chu Heng, who was still worried about the living environment when he came in, walked around, nodded with satisfaction, went to put away his luggage, and fell on the bed.
After taking a short rest, Yao Conggu knocked on the door and invited him, Mo Darong and others to a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown for a reception banquet.
Because Mo Darong was there, Zhu Daochang prepared a very high-standard banquet. Not only were the dishes delicious, but he also invited many local Hongmen elders to accompany him, setting up three large tables.
"Come on, Xiao Mo, let's have a drink together. Let's think back to the time when you were still a baby, and in a blink of an eye you have become an old man. Time is not forgiving, and time is not forgiving."
"No."
"How is your master?"
"It's okay, it's okay."
"Who the hell, give me some elbow skin. I haven't had such authentic braised elbow in a while."
"Eat slowly, there are outsiders here, don't let others laugh at us."
At the wine table, a group of old men and women in their seventies or eighties were either lamenting the past, or devouring dry rice. Each one of them had a mouth full of oil and no image.
Looking at it, Zhu Daochang, Yao Conggu and others had black marks on their heads. They felt so embarrassed that they even regretted inviting these elders.
"I made you laugh again, Mr. Chu." Yao Conggu simply stopped pretending, smiled bitterly, picked up the wine glass and touched it with Chu Heng: "We are indeed a bit poor now, otherwise we wouldn't have spoken in person in Yuanlaodu.
Under such circumstances, I still want to charge you money. It is really a poor person with short ambitions."
"Why is this happening?" Chu Heng was very puzzled by this. Although the people in Zhi Gong Tang in Washington were not doing well, at least they were not short of food and clothing.
"Hey, I make you laugh even if I say it." Yao Conggu sighed, put down his wine glass, wiped his mouth, and said: "It turns out that although we are not rich, we are not short of money. Until a year ago, our business failed.
There was a problem, all the money was put into it, and it still hasn’t gotten over yet.”
"What's the problem?"
"The owner of the mountain bought a batch of munitions, but he was cheated. Only a small part of them were good, and the rest were defective. He almost couldn't put his pants on anymore. It was also because of this incident that we
It was also targeted by the French police, many key members were arrested, and many businesses were no longer possible, and it has been in decline ever since."
