As soon as Qin Yi returned to the hotel, Chen Xiaoming came to the door.
She is not aggressive, but she has long legs.
This time the driving was not as jerky as the first time, and both parties cooperated tacitly.
The headlights are normal, the accelerator is normal, the rear of the car is as smooth as new, and the seat belts are ready.
Start taking off.
Of course, the take-off process may be a bit bumpy, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, the road conditions are a bit rough, and the car almost rolls over a few times.
Later, with constant boosting, it finally took off, followed by several difficult stunts.
I have practiced everything from cobras to roller poses.
The pilot felt fine, but the engine was breathing a little hard and there was almost not enough oxygen.
After Qin Yi completed the aerial refueling, he decisively started gliding, and the landing process was very smooth.
"There's something wrong with the technical move you just made. Why did you bite so tightly when I flipped the fuselage?" Qin Yi began to criticize while arranging his clothes, "And don't tighten it so tightly when refueling. Fortunately, the seat belt is tight.
,What if there is an accident?"
Chen Xiaoming snorted coldly, "What do you mean by bringing a woman back? You have a new love, so you can do it pretty quickly."
"What new love?" Qin Yi looked unhappy, "That's Ruan Wen's sister, there is no relationship between us."
"No?" Chen Xiaoming sneered, "Haha."
"What's your attitude?" Qin Yi asked, "Do you doubt that I can't stand the test?"
"Who can't see what Ruan Wen is thinking?" Chen Xiaoming continued to sneer.
"Stop, stop guessing, don't spread rumors, don't say anything that is not conducive to unity." Qin Yi thought about it, "Ruan Wen actually wanted to come back for revenge, but it was inconvenient for her to come back and she didn't believe me, so she sent herself
My sister supervises."
"There is no relationship between her sister and I. Don't judge a gentleman with a villain's heart."
"This is the situation. Believe it or not is up to you."
"Really? I don't believe it."
"..."
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Early the next morning, the Eight-faced Buddha couldn't wait to visit.
"Mr. Zhao, you are finally back." The Eight-faced Buddha was happy but also helpless and tired, "Did your trip go smoothly?"
"It's not bad, we've negotiated some big business deals." Qin Yi glanced at the Eight-faced Buddha meaningfully, "Mr. Wei, I heard that there are some problems here?"
"Uh." A trace of anger flashed across the face of the Eight-faced Buddha, and then it turned into a smile, "It's just some small problems, not a big deal, I can solve them."
Qin Yi was noncommittal and nodded blankly.
The Eight-faced Buddha knew very well that someone was saying a lot of nice things about him behind his back.
You Hong Wengang, you are adding insult to injury. I should have killed you directly in the first place.
The Eight-faced Buddha was secretly cruel, but he did not dare to be lazy when facing Mr. Zhao.
Since you, Hong Wen, have just entered the first year of junior high school, don’t blame me for doing the fifteenth day of the Eight-faced Buddha.
"Mr. Zhao, did someone tell you something?" The Eight-faced Buddha sighed with a grimace, "You must not listen to the villain's slander, or fall into the trap of sowing discord."
"In your absence for the past two days, some people have been unwilling to be alone and have frequently contacted and contacted unknown people. This is obviously with evil intentions."
"You must be careful. It is difficult to guard against house thieves."
Qin Yi glanced at the excited Eight-faced Buddha and said calmly: "I am very confident about your work, otherwise I would not leave and return to Hong Kong Island."
"Thank you Mr. Zhao for your trust." The Eight-faced Buddha immediately showed a grateful expression.
While the two were talking, Chen Xiaoming walked in with long legs and catwalk, "Mr. Zhao, Mr. Hong is here, outside."
Qin Yi raised his hand slightly and said, "Please come in."
"Yes." Chen Xiaoming turned around and walked out.
The Eight-faced Buddha's face looked a little ugly at this time.
Hong Wen just walked into the room and saw the Eight-faced Buddha sitting next to him. His eyes were a little gloomy and wary. He had a few thoughts in his mind, and then he immediately put on a smile and said, "Mr. Wei came very early."
"It's not early enough." The Eight-faced Buddha said angrily, "No one notified me when Mr. Zhao returned to Siam yesterday, so you went to pick him up yourself."
"If I don't come here quickly, I don't know who will slander me in front of Mr. Zhao."
Hong Wengang smiled and said, "It was too late yesterday. I was afraid that it would affect Mr. Wei's rest. After all, you are so old. It is better for us young people to do this kind of errands."
"Young man, I, the Eight-faced Buddha, am a little old, but I'm not even 70 or 80 years old." The Eight-faced Buddha snorted coldly, "If you want to take over, just wait a few more decades."
"Don't block the road when you are old." Hong Wengang retorted with a smile, "If your hands and feet are inconvenient and someone takes advantage of you, the loss of money is small, but the loss of life is not worth it. If it delays Mr. Zhao's important event, you
I can’t bear it.”
"Bang!" The Eight-faced Buddha slapped the table and stood up, "Hong Wengang, don't be so arrogant. Although I am old, I am still a hundred times better than someone who eats everything."
"Hey, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately." Hong Wengang asked with a cold face, "Who eats everything? Don't slander me?"
"Mr. Zhao, he slandered me!"
Qin Yi waved his hand and interrupted the quarrel between the two, "Okay, don't say anything that is not conducive to unity."
"Everyone sit down and drink tea."
The two looked at each other, snorted coldly, and sat back on the sofa obediently.
Qin Yi picked up the cup and took a sip of tea with an expressionless face, and said coldly: "I don't care how you make trouble, but the business must not go wrong."
"His business with me is to go against me. If I'm not satisfied, my whole family will go out on the street."
"have you understood?"
The Eight-faced Buddha and Hong Wengang hurriedly agreed together, "I understand."
"Eight-faced Buddha, what's the problem on your side?" Qin Yi asked with a cold face.
"There are a few short-sighted people who are jealous of our business and want to get involved." The Eight-faced Buddha said viciously, "Don't worry, I know what to do."
"I'll give you three days, and you can get it done for me, otherwise it won't be easy for me to take action." Qin Yi turned to look at Hong Wengang, "I heard that you have been very active recently?"
"No, no." Hong Wengang said quickly, "It's all a misunderstanding. I've just been contacting former customers and business partners recently, and I want to expand more business channels."
"Okay." Qin Yi nodded, "Then invite these people over. I have a big deal to discuss with them."
"Ah?" Hong Wengang was stunned for a moment.
"Why, it can't work?" Qin Yi pinched Hong Wengang's shoulder and slowly applied force. Seeing that Hong Wengang's face was a little distorted, he said indifferently, "I'll give you three days, can you do it?"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Hong Wengang nodded desperately.
Qin Yi let go of his hand and raised his tea cup, "Our business now is just a small business, the real profitable business is still to come."
"The boss behind me doesn't want anyone to mess with it. If my boss is not satisfied, I will be very angry." Qin Yi looked at the two of them with murderous eyes. "If I am angry, the consequences will be serious. Do you understand?"
Hong Wengang and the Eight-faced Buddha were shocked. They quickly picked up their teacups and said in unison: "I understand, I understand!"
"Don't worry, Mr. Zhao, we will fully cooperate to make the business bigger and stronger!"
"Very good." Qin Yi nodded with satisfaction and clapped his hands, "Brother Shapi."
Shapi opened the door and walked in with a gun, and asked murderously: "Boss, who do you want to kill?"
Hong Wengang and the Eight-faced Buddha felt nervous and suddenly panicked.
"Take two people and follow Mr. Wei to negotiate. If someone is unwilling to negotiate, you can help Mr. Wei persuade him." Qin Yi smiled slightly, "If someone doesn't listen..."
Shapi pulled the bolt of the gun and said, "Don't worry, I'm very good at persuading people."
The Eight-faced Buddha was a little panicked, "Mr. Zhao, isn't this a little bit?"
"Huh?" Qin Yi glanced at the Eight-faced Buddha, "Are you questioning me?"
"Don't dare." The Eight-faced Buddha waved his hand quickly.
…
The outskirts of Bangkok.
Dozens of gangsters carrying guns gathered together in twos and threes, smoking cigarettes, talking and laughing.
The thugs standing guard on the roadside looked lazy, as if they couldn't cheer up in the hot weather.
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A motorcade slowly stopped in front of a temporary checkpoint. A bald man with tattoos got out of the car and chirped a few words.
The thugs smiled and opened the road card and let the convoy pass.
The motorcade slowly stopped outside a manor. A fat man in a floral shirt got out of the car and walked toward the manor surrounded by his men.
"Savadika no, Cuenca you are late."
"Brother Song, long time no see."
Brother Song and Cuenca hugged each other, and while talking and laughing, they walked to the swimming pool and sat down.
At this time, three people were already sitting by the swimming pool. These people were all Siamese gang bosses, and they had gathered together just to meet one person.
"When will the Eight-faced Buddha come? He won't let us go, right?" Kunca was a little dissatisfied, "I still have a lot of things to do, I'm very busy."
"Me too!" said a thin man with long hair. "That guy with the Eight-faced Buddha has no eyesight at all. He wants to take advantage of it all for himself. So I should share some with everyone as soon as possible so that everyone doesn't have to go to such trouble to gather here."
"That's right, that's right." Others agreed, "If he wants to swallow up such a big business, he won't be afraid of killing him!"
Brother Song smiled slightly, "I knew about the human organ business before and didn't take it to heart. I didn't expect that the business has suddenly become popular in the past two years."
"But this business is not that easy."
"Why is it so hard to do?!" Cuenca laughed, "It's hard to find other people, so isn't it hard to find people? There are people everywhere on the street, just tie anyone up, you can have a heart, a kidney, etc.
One can sell for a million dollars!”
"Yes, yes, this makes more money than us selling fans." Others nodded in admiration.
"In short, the Eight-faced Buddha cannot keep this business, he must spit it out!"
"Yes, let him spit it out!"
Brother Song looked at the excited gang bosses and couldn't help shaking his head with disdain in his heart.
These people are ignorant and incompetent.
Human organs must be matched before they can be used, they cannot be transplanted just by cutting them off.
But there is no need to say these words. They are greedy and always want to make money.
Don't you think this business is so easy to do?
You have to have customers, otherwise what’s the use of just having organs?
Unlike me who was prepared in advance, Brother Song thought proudly. After hearing the news, he ordered his subordinates to build a cold storage.
Why build a cold storage?
Of course it's for organ storage.
Brother Song's plan is to capture hundreds of them first, cut out their hearts, freeze their kidneys, and then find customers to slowly match them.
Isn't it better to stock up on goods in advance than to go out to arrest people at short notice?
You need to be smart in doing business.
Just as he was imagining how to force the Eight-faced Buddha to hand over his business and customer channels, everyone suddenly fell silent.
Brother Song raised his head and looked at the gate of the manor, and saw the Eight-faced Buddha and his people walking in swaggeringly.
"Eight-faced Buddha, you finally showed up. I thought you didn't dare to come." Kunca sneered and mocked.
"Haha." The Eight-faced Buddha sneered and walked over without saying a word. He pulled a chair and sat down. "What do you want from me? Come on, I'm still busy."
"Eight-faced Buddha, you are so cool!" The long-haired thin man slapped the table, "I called you several times, but you still refused to come out. Are you not giving me face?"
"Face?" The Eight-faced Buddha glanced at the people around him, "Why should I give you face? Who do you think I am?"
"What the fuck!" The long-haired thin man suddenly stood up and was about to curse when Cuenca stopped him.
"Hey, Eight-faced Buddha, we are too lazy to grind our teeth with you today." Cuenca stopped other gang bosses who wanted to make trouble, "We are looking for you today for one thing. I heard that you have recently changed your career and are no longer in the business of selling fans.
Already."
"What change of career?" Eight-faced Buddha licked his nails casually, "I'm just doing some side business, why are you jealous?"
"You can earn millions of dollars from your side business, which is even more profitable than selling fans." Cuenca sneered, "You don't have the heart to sell fans anyway, so just give us the business of selling fans."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Gift?" the Eight-faced Buddha sneered with narrowed eyes, "I dare to give it to you, do you dare to ask for it? This business in Siam was personally appointed by General Kunsha.
If you want to grab it, you should ask General Kunsha first!"
"You don't have to worry about this. We will take care of it with General Kunsha." Brother Song said with a smile, "You just need to hand over the business."
"Hahahaha!" the Eight-faced Buddha laughed wildly, as if he heard a big joke, "How dare someone who is not General Kunsha steal business? If you are blind, just go to the Golden Triangle, you can buy a gram of powder
, I write my last name backwards!"
The gang bosses present also sneered, looking at the Eight-faced Buddha with sarcasm in their eyes.
The Eight-faced Buddha suddenly felt something was wrong, and then a hearty and familiar laughter came from behind, "Wei Xingguang, you have such a loud tone."
Everyone turned to look and saw a middle-aged man in a white coat slowly walking over.
Although the middle-aged man was smiling, there was no smile on his face. His face was sinister and his eyes were cold.
There are Buddhist beads hanging on my hands, and I keep twisting them as I walk.
"Marin!" The Eight-faced Buddha showed an incredulous expression on his face, and then filled his chest with anger and roared filial piety, "You, you, you dare to cross the border to get food! Siam is my territory! General Kunsa agreed."
"What crosses the line and doesn't cross the line?" Marin walked over slowly, "They are all working for General Kunsha, why should we distinguish between you and me."
"You don't follow the rules!" the Eight-faced Buddha said angrily.
He knew something was wrong as soon as Marin appeared. He and Marin were both Kunsha's subordinates. If others couldn't get the goods, how could Marin not get it.
It seems that these people have premeditated it!
"Okay, then I'll go ask General Kunsha and see what happens to someone who doesn't obey the rules!" the Eight-faced Buddha said fiercely and stood up directly.
"Wait a minute." Marin put down the prayer beads, "Don't leave in a hurry when you're here."