"The real name of the Eight-faced Buddha is Wei Xingguang, and he is of three-quarters Chinese descent. He is a subordinate of General Kunsha and is responsible for business in the southeastern region of Siam and Cambodia." Hong Wengang carefully explained, "The Eight-faced Buddha is here
The power there is not small, and they have business dealings with many gangs in Bangkok."
"If you want to move around here, you have to have a good relationship with the Eight-faced Buddha."
After listening, Qin Yi nodded casually and asked: "Is there a place for the Eight-faced Buddha in Bangkok?"
"Yes." Hong Wengang thought for a while, "There are several casinos and a bar where local gangs go to purchase goods."
"You call the Eight-faced Buddha and inform him to release all your people before dawn and return the goods." Qin Yi looked at Hong Wengang expressionlessly, "otherwise, I will visit him personally."
This time Hong Wengang couldn't stand it anymore, "Mr. Zhao, this is Siam, not Hong Kong Island, you are doing this."
"What's wrong with me?" Qin Yi smiled, "Be polite first and then fight. What did I do wrong?"
"." Hong Wengang felt that there was something wrong with Mr. Zhao's brain circuit, or he was used to being domineering in Hong Kong Island.
This is Siam, someone else's territory.
Even if you are a fierce dragon crossing the river, you should first keep a low profile when meeting others.
No matter how you come over, you will threaten others.
However, thinking about what he saw last night, Hong Wengang knew clearly that there must be a large financial group or even some national power behind Mr. Zhao, otherwise there would be such a big scene.
Perhaps the support behind him gave Mr. Zhao the confidence, but it's not a good thing to show off his domineering attitude just after he came here.
"Mr. Zhao, please calm down first. We are businessmen who pay attention to harmony to make money. We will have to cooperate more with this place in the future. It would be bad for everyone if we make too much noise." Hong Wengang tried to persuade him cautiously, "Don't you think so?
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"Well, I think so too. It's best to be able to make money by being harmonious." Qin Yi nodded, "If the other party doesn't understand how to make money by being harmonious, I will change it in a way that he can understand."
As he spoke, Qin Yi took out a pistol from his arms and handed it to Hong Wengang, "Take it."
Hong Wen was stunned. How long had it been since you got off the plane? You got a gun in less than half an hour.
"Mr. Zhao, this."
66 When you are out and on someone else's territory, you'd better be careful. "Qin Yi took out another gun and loaded it," "Being friendly makes you rich."
The car drove all the way to the Hilton Hotel. Hong Wengang had a sad face and didn't know how to persuade Mr. Zhao.
The two of them returned to their hotel rooms. Hong Wengang sighed and picked up the phone to make a call.
"Sally, I'm Hong. I've arrived in Bangkok. How about we come out and talk tomorrow."
"Don't be like this, everything is easy to talk about. Let my brother and my men go first, okay?"
"I want to see the Eight-faced Buddha. It's big business."
"Xu, are you talking to me? It's a big business worth billions. Can you make the decision?"
"Anyway, I must see the Eight-faced Buddha tomorrow!"
Hong Wen just slammed the phone to the ground, sat on the bed panting, grabbed an oxygen bottle and took a few puffs before he recovered.
But Hong Wengang became increasingly irritable, and his fragile heart forced him to suppress his anger.
He has worked with the Eight-faced Buddha several times before, but generally speaking, he is not very familiar with it.
After all, the businesses of the two parties do not overlap, and the two parties are not in conflict with each other.
Those drug dealers are all a bunch of fun-loving people who sucked in fans and ruined their brains.
If you don't do good business, why do you want to take advantage of others?
If you want to swallow up my business, Hong Wengang, do you have any customer channels?
Do you have a professional medical team?
What you have on your hands is a group of junkies who are ruining their bodies and would rather give up other people's waists for a bite of powder.
But the quality of these products is not generally bad, and the body of an addict has been damaged by the drug.
There is no telling how long the organs can last, as many of them are infected with various infectious diseases.
This kind of thing is immediately useless and cannot be used at all.
His clients are all rich and powerful people, how could he use such unclean organs?
If it weren't for business needs, Hong Wen wouldn't have bothered to deal with people like the Eight-faced Buddha just now.
While he was still thinking about how to persuade the Eight-faced Buddha, there was a noise at the door of the hotel room.
In the dead of night, Hong Wengang could clearly hear the key being inserted into the lock, making a metallic friction sound.
Hong Wengang was startled. He touched the pistol Qin Yi gave him in panic and thought about where to hide.
"Click."
The door was opened, and two figures came in.
Hong Wengang was so trembling that before he even pulled the sleeve, the other party rushed in front of him and held him at bay with his gun.
"Don't move!", the person speaking in stilted English grabbed Hong Wengang's arm and dragged him out.
Hong Wengang looked confused and was held up by two men, with a gun pressed tightly against his waist, and he slowly walked out of the hotel room.
When passing Mr. Zhao's room, one of them knocked on the door and shouted a few words in a low voice, but no sound was heard.
The two of them looked at each other, a little surprised, but didn't think much about it and escorted Hong Wengang downstairs.
Walking through the hotel lobby, Hong Wengang tried to wink at the front desk, but the beautiful front desk manager didn't understand and gave him a sweet smile and a wink.
The two men noticed that Hong Wen was making small movements, so they pushed his gun hard and said in English, "Don't move, or I'll beat you to death."
In desperation, Hong Wengang could only follow him obediently. Feeling uneasy, he was escorted out of the hotel and got into the car.
The car drove wildly through the streets of Bangkok late at night until it arrived at an unfinished building.
Several cars parked outside the unfinished building all turned on their headlights, illuminating the open space.
There were shadows next to the car, and I don't know how many people were standing there.
Hong Wen was just dragged out of the car, pushed and pushed all the way to the front of the crowd, and was forced to kneel on the ground.
"Mr. Hong." A young man wearing a floral shirt and a beard walked over with a grin, "Long time no see."
"Sally?" Hong Wengang suppressed his anger, "What do you want to do?"
"Don't you want to see me?" Sally laughed, "I will fulfill your wish. Where is that multi-billion dollar business you mentioned? Tell me."
"You are crazy!" Hong Wengang said angrily, "Let me go!"
"Let you go?" Sally sneered and kicked Hong Wengang over. "This is Siam. Keep your eyes open. What is your identity? You want to see my father. Are you qualified?"
"I'm warning you, my boss is not easy to mess with!" Hong Wengang shouted loudly, "My clients are all rich people, high-ranking officials, and generals. If you kill me, they won't use my organs. They won't let you go."
"Oh?" Sally laughed, "Really? Your business is so powerful."
Sally went up and kicked Hong Wengang so hard that he curled up into a ball, "Fake, are you bluffing me?"
Hong Wengang roared in pain: "Sally, you will regret it!"
"Regret?" Sally laughed wildly, "Regret what? Regret not killing you directly?"
"Don't worry, I will not only kill you, but also your brother, your subordinates, and..."
"Hmm." Sally glanced at it and felt something was wrong, "Where is there another person?"
The two men who had just arrived with Hong Wen were a little confused. They looked at each other and shook their heads together.
"Fake, didn't the four of you go together?" Sally scolded angrily, "Where are the other two guys? Where is the guy who came with Hong?"
"boom!"
There was a crisp gunshot, and the bullet penetrated the man's head.
Sally, who was standing nearby, was stunned when his face was sprayed with brains and blood.
Sally's men were in an uproar, took out their guns in panic, and subconsciously searched around.
"Hi, good evening everyone!"
Qin Yi walked out of the dark shadow with a smile.