What happened half an hour ago was really beyond his expectation. He turned off the phone, of course not because he was really afraid of people finding out about him - O, I must admit, he was a little worried after all - he
At this time, I was a little unsure about Brother Banana’s underworld status. Logically speaking, Uncle Gu would not lie to him, but Uncle Gu should not find a madman to deal with him in such a matter. After the first call, the angry
Brother Banana kept making abusive calls, and after he got through, he kept cursing, and when he didn't answer the phone, it kept ringing, so he had no choice but to turn it off and be done with it.
Speaking of the relationship with Uncle Gu, it is actually a bit complicated. He has some connections in both black and white circles in Jianghai. He used to be an old minister under his father, and later he also helped him do a lot of things, such as contacting the underworld to help beat people, helping
Arranging scenes of heroes saving beauties in front of women, etc. Uncle Gu would not tell his father these things, so Tan Junrong believed him. Of course, or wanting to kill people was indeed too big a deal, and he
He really talked to his father, and then his father deliberately found someone to mess with him. At present, this is the most acceptable theory to him, so he hasn’t decided for a while whether he should give it to Uncle Gu again.
Make a phone call and ask for help.
The idea of killing someone was already very clear in his mind, and he excitedly made the call. Who knew that the process was not as expected - and the discrepancy was so weird that it was like a bucket of cold water was poured over his head.
He sat there and thought about it for a long time. Sometimes he wanted to call Uncle Gu, sometimes he wanted to call his father. He was also speculating on the possibility that Gu Jiaming really had a background and whether he should test it again.
, thinking about the previous threats, I felt humiliated. I wanted to kill this guy, but I didn’t say anything! But in the end, I couldn’t do anything within half an hour.
His energy was gone, and his emotions were very confused. It seemed that he had to reconsider whether he should commit murder...or break his limbs? Thinking like this, he picked up the phone and turned it on. He dialed Uncle Gu's number.
Number.
"Hey, Mr. Rong. Is the matter settled?"
"It's not settled." Tan Junrong responded firmly.
"Uh? What's wrong?"
"What's wrong? That guy is a lunatic. After saying a few words, he yelled on the phone, Uncle Gu, are you kidding me?"
"How, how is it possible...impossible? Mr. Rong, you didn't say anything to offend him, right?"
Tan Junrong felt aggrieved: "I'm not an idiot. I just said a few words and that guy got angry. Uncle Gu, please confess to me. Have you told my dad about this? He knows that he can't control it."
You don't like me, so you deliberately find someone to play with me!"
"No, it's not like no one has done these things. If I told Mr. Tan, I would have told you that he wouldn't allow it... I think it's probably because Brother Banana doesn't intend to do this business or something.
Mr. Rong, don't worry.
I’ll call him later and ask him…”
"I'm too lazy to say anything... Anyway, Uncle Gu. Send me the information of a person named Gu Jiaming. His family belongs to the Huang Group. Don't lie to me about this again..."
"Gu Jiaming...O, I'll go directly to the police system to check it. Mr. Rong, how can you not believe me..."
"Call me later."
"Okay, I'll let you know when I find out."
After hanging up the phone, Tan Junrong sat there in a daze... Could it be that these gangsters who specialize in killing people would curse people and say they would kill your whole family if they didn't want to do any business? Completely ruin the relationship between the two parties? No, the killers also do business...
...Just as I was thinking about it, a figure opened the tent. It was Andy, who did not participate in the group activities because he had a quarrel with his girlfriend: "Hey, Mr. Rong, I haven't seen you coming out of the tent for a long time. It's time to eat."
"O, go right away."
"By the way, Mr. Rong." Andy laughed, "I will introduce to you later the friend I told you before, who is a special forces soldier. Haha, although I couldn't beat that Miss Yuechi last night, I
This friend is truly skilled..."
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At the same time, Jiang Hai.
On the third floor of an old building, there are some messy rooms. A middle-aged man nicknamed "Lao Gu" is cooking instant noodles in the messy kitchen. The phone is still hanging on his neck.
"...Well, my name is Gu Jiaming...I don't know why I wrote it clearly, but it's just these three words...I'm sorry to trouble you, Director Wu. Please fax me the information when it comes out. I'll treat you to dinner next time...hehe,
goodbye……"
He threw down the phone with a "pop", and he was thinking about whether he should call Brother Banana again, because things seemed very clear. Tan Junrong made a request, but the other party didn't answer, so he cursed a few words and hung up.
There are many reasons for not doing this business. It may be due to the recent tightness of the situation, or the identity of that person is a bit sensitive - in fact, it will offend Tan Junrong, and there is more or less some background, although Tan Junrong said verbally that there is no background at all.
No, but he was mentally prepared - or maybe the weather was not good today.
I'm not in the mood to take Brother Banana with me, who knows. Killing someone is not just a purchase, and not accepting orders is a common thing.
However, since it is Tan Junrong... let's call him...
Thinking this way, he picked up the phone. Before he could dial the number, the doorbell rang in the room. He frowned: "Who is it? You found the wrong door!"
The doorbell didn't seem to ring again. It was probably a prank played by the children nearby. But out of caution, he still dialed the number and walked to the door. At the same time as the phone ringing in the phone rang, he seemed to hear the doorbell.
The same voice came from outside. Holding the microphone in one hand, through the peephole, he saw the figures of several men in black suits outside. For a moment, an indescribable tension rose from the back of his neck.
"..."
"Hey, I'm Ajiao, I'm just outside your door."
Unexplainable intuition and a premonition of danger came to him. He just knew that things were probably going to be serious, although he didn't know the reason. And when he said these words, a middle-aged man with a serious expression outside the door,
He waved his fingers at his side.
He threw away the phone, turned around and ran away!
With a bang, the door panel was kicked down from behind, stirring up Lao Gao's dust in the room. He ran to the emergency escape window in three steps and two steps at a time, and was about to jump down when he saw the scene below.
Suddenly he was stunned. When he turned around, several men in black suits were standing outside the door and looked at him coldly.
The leader of the Shazhu Gang is Liu Zheng, followed closely by the bosses of several gangs in the Shazhu Gang, plus Banana, who specializes in handling murders. As the Shazhu Gang has expanded over the years, these people in front of them
Their values are also rising. One or two of them are the most powerful figures in the underworld. He just knows that, but it is difficult to see either of them on weekdays. What happened will make them all come here at once?
Is World War III about to break out? I do have an air-raid shelter key here...
"Jump, jump down! More than three hundred people are waiting for you below! If you jump down, you have to jump up like me!"
Liu Zheng said, leading everyone into the room. He was a gangster who had fought hard with iron and blood. At this time, he was already angry, and his words were not angry. The old man's legs softened, and he almost Kneel down and say: "Everyone, bosses, what happened..."
As he was speaking, the fax machine on the table next to him buzzed, and a simple file about Gu Jiaming was typed out. The room was solemn, and the sound of instant noodles being cooked in the kitchen was also heard. With the sound, Liu Zheng snapped his fingers: "Instant noodles... bring them here and take a look, damn, I didn't even have time to eat lunch because of this... And over there, is there any tour group that I haven't contacted yet..."
"We are calling people over. There seem to be a lot of people, so the search is a bit slow." Someone answered at the door with a mobile phone.
"These messy things are not efficient at all..." Liu Zheng muttered, found a chair and sat down in front of the old man. He waved his hand: "Sit down." He immediately knelt down.
At this time, the old man was very close to the fax machine, and he almost glanced at the entry in the record: "Gu Jiaming's girlfriend Liu Huaisha is the only daughter of Liu Zheng of the Shazhu Gang." His heart almost sank to the bottom of the sea in an instant, and Liu Zheng continued to answer it. After passing the instant noodles, he took a big bite while holding the fax in his hand, looking at it, and then threw it directly into the other party's face: "Tell me, who is it?"
"Boss, this matter has nothing to do with me. I don't know about it at all... Someone asked me to help investigate this person..."
Before he finished speaking, Liu Zheng took the small iron pot of noodles and put it directly on his head. For a moment, the hot noodle soup flowed down, and he screamed "Ah——" and rolled to the ground. Howling. At the same time, the man holding the mobile phone outside the door came in: "Boss, Jiaming answered the phone."
"Don't let him scream." Liu Zheng tapped the tumbling human body on the ground, took the phone and walked to the door: "Hey, Jiaming... Oh, it's a little noisy. We are playing mahjong here. Lao Yang lost money. I'm crying so hard that if I didn't talk about this, where would you be now?"
On the other hand, in the grassy area of the camping area, it was during dinner time. Jiaming held the phone and opened his mouth wide, looking very speechless.
To actually involve Shasha's father, this... should be regarded as self-inflicted...