Mr. Jiang is a Chaozhou native. He smuggled himself to Hong Kong in his early years and made a name for himself in Wan Chai with his fists. After 1997, he immigrated to Canada and then to Chinatown in New York. His business was huge, ranging from restaurants and laundry to smuggling.
, smuggling, and drugs are all involved, but this is the first time that this kind of business has been dealt with...
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The focus of business has shifted to the United States, and there is only one empty hall left in Hong Kong. Mr. Jiang's younger brother Anan manages a nightclub and two bars. Although the business is not as good as before, no one in the world dares to underestimate Anan. After all,
He is Mr. Chiang's spokesperson for staying in Hong Kong.
Mr. Jiang has explained that this matter must be handled properly. When Anan heard from his subordinates that a well-known killer was unwilling to take the job, he immediately found a new killer through connections. The Hong Kong underworld is very particular about finding killers.
Generally speaking, you can just hire locals for small jobs. To deal with troublesome people like the police, you have to hire Indian and Pakistani killers, or Vietnamese gangs who want money rather than life. But if you want to do business in the mainland, you have only one choice, Daquanzi.
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The man Anan found through his connections had worked as a mercenary in the Golden Triangle. He was good at marksmanship and ruthless. He was also a local and a big-time guy. The price was not high. He could get the job done for 100,000 Hong Kong dollars. The price-performance ratio was quite high.
Of course, Anan would not personally come forward to find a killer. He was waiting for news in the nightclub's office. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and two people walked in. The one in front was the person he sent to find the killer, and the one behind him
He had a fresh face. He was wearing a thick military jacket on such a hot day, and his young face was full of anger.
"Axiang, why are you here?" Anan asked unhappily. He saw that the person behind him was the newly found killer. Logically speaking, the killer and the client should not meet. Why didn't Axiang understand this?
Understand.
"Brother Nan, I..." Before Axiang could finish speaking, he was hit with a knife on the back of his head. He immediately fell down softly. The cold-faced killer took out a black and shiny pistol from his arms and took aim.
Anan fired without saying a word.
The bullet penetrated Anan's thigh, causing him to scream in pain. The gunshots and screams were masked by the loud music. The killer stepped forward and pushed him to the ground. He put the hot muzzle of the gun against his temple and said, "I
Just ask once, why do you want to kill that person?"
Anan was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses, and thought to himself that he was really unlucky. The first killer he found was unwilling to take the job, but the second one came to the door and shot first before talking, which overturned Anan's decades of experience in the world of martial arts.
In front of such a killer who never blinks, seniority and seniority are of no consequence. Anan is also smart and sells out Mr. Jiang on the spot: "Misunderstanding, it's not me who wants to kill him. It's Mr. Jiang, the boss of New York's Chinatown."
Mr. Jiang."
"Where does the man named Jiang from Malegebi live? Give me his address," the killer said.
Anan endured the pain and reported the address. Of course it was a fake address. The killer found a pen and paper and wrote it down in a serious manner. He patted Anan on the head and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Nan, it was a bit harsh, but this is also you."
Deserve it.”
Anan covered the bleeding wound with his hand, sweat dripping from his head. Although his instinct told him not to talk nonsense with the killer, but by some strange coincidence, he still asked: "What is your relationship with that person?"
The killer held his cheek, seemingly immersed in memories: "He was my teacher."
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When Anan woke up, he was already lying on a hospital bed in a private clinic. According to road rules, gunshot wounds could not be sent to regular hospitals. For fear of being questioned by the police, they were sent to a familiar doctor to pick up the bullet and bandage the wound.
It was a penetrating wound. It bled a little but it was not serious. A group of younger brothers gathered around and said angrily: "Brother Nan, who is doing harm to you?"
Anan waved his hand and asked, "Where's Axiang?"
"Axiang ran away, probably back to Dongguan."
"Forget it, you all go out, I want to call Mr. Jiang."
After Mr. Jiang received the call from Anan, he realized that the two hundred thousand dollars was not easy to earn. People who do big things have the style to do big things. He immediately asked someone to double Mr. Thorpe's advance payment.
At this point, of course, the killer who dared to shoot Anan in the leg must be found and killed, otherwise Mr. Jiang's face will be completely lost.
His subordinates didn't understand why they spit out the money they got, but Mr. Jiang, an experienced man in the world, understood that even if he earned the two hundred thousand dollars, it would bring him endless troubles. Each ghost guy is smarter than the last, and he can handle it himself.
How can a good thing make other people make money? Just do your job well and do your job well. It will be unlucky to make money outside the realm.
Thorpe wasn't surprised when he received the refund. To be honest, he didn't expect the so-called Chinatown mastermind to get rid of Liu Ziguang. He just wanted to test Liu Ziguang's abilities through this operation. The result was what he expected.
, that man named Liu Ziguang is indeed not an ordinary person, maybe there may be someone behind him...
At this time, Liu Ziguang also received an express mail from Shenzhen. There was only a piece of white paper in the envelope, with a cross drawn on it with a red pen. This kind of letter without beginning or end gave him a very ominous premonition. Suddenly, the phone call
The bell rang, and I looked at the caller ID. The area code was 852, and it was calling from Hong Kong.
"who?"
"Brother Liu, I am Wang Wenjun, someone wants to kill you." A familiar voice came from the receiver. Wang Wenjun has been staying there as a soldier since he went to Kokang last time. It is said that he recently left the Special Administrative Region and went with a group of brothers.
Hong Kong development.
"Haha, I've already received the wind. What's going on over there?" Liu Ziguang said with a smile.
"It's a guy named Jiang Tianjie. It's said that he works as a handler in Chinatown, New York. Someone introduced me to a job, and I only found out about it. Brother Liu, you have to be careful."
"Thank you. If Hong Kong is not easy to live in, then come back. Brother, there is a place here."
Liu Ziguang hung up the phone and thought to himself which god he had offended again. Could it be Cheng Guoju? I heard Liang Xiao said that he has been very responsible recently, or he was a killer hired by Soputo. This possibility also exists. It seems that this
This guy is also a master who doesn't want to suffer losses.
The wall clock on the wall rang. It was already twelve o'clock at noon. Liu Ziguang packed up and went home for lunch. After the Chenguang Factory's export task was completed, the factory gave a batch of bonuses to the meritorious officials and granted them a one-week long vacation.
Although Dad was a re-employed employee and received a bonus of 1,000 yuan, he was very restless at home these days and drank a glass of wine with every meal.
When his son came home, his father waved Liu Ziguang over to sit down and said, "I went out to exercise in the morning and met Liu, the retired deputy secretary of the factory. He is your classmate's father."
Liu Ziguang said: "Well, I know, he is Liu Xiaojing's father and Zhou Wen's father-in-law."
Dad said: "Secretary Liu is very well-informed. His son-in-law is the county magistrate and has more information than our family. I heard from him that the city is now building affordable housing, with a minimum of 60 square meters and a large one of 100 square meters."
Duofengfang specializes in taking care of the homeless and distressed households. If you have time, just run around and do this. Our family is a homeless household."
After the Gaotupo demolition, Liu Ziguang's family received over 100,000 yuan in compensation. Since they already had a house to live in, they didn't rush to buy it. Seeing that housing prices were rising higher and higher, they could have bought an 80-square-meter building in the suburbs. Now,
Even the sixty-square-meter house is on the verge of collapse, so it’s normal for parents to be worried.
Although there is a house to live in now, it is a public house owned by the Zhicheng Group after all. It was taken back as soon as it was said to be taken back. Besides, my son has to live alone when he gets married, so he has to buy another house no matter what.
Liu Ziguang asked casually: "Where are the affordable housing?"
"Outside the East Third Ring Road, near the Hongqi Steel Plant, it was originally a land for large-scale development. I heard that it is now being developed by some company from the province."
Liu Ziguang suddenly realized: "I know, it is an affordable housing developed by Xuanwu Group, and there are also low-rent housing in that area. The price is cheap, but it is too far. It takes two or three buses to go back and forth, and it takes half an hour to drive.
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"Don't you understand this? The city's future plan is to expand eastward, and the prices of houses there will definitely increase. If you don't buy now, it will be too late to regret it in the future. If you take some money from your family, you can take out some more and try to buy it.
An affordable apartment..." Dad kept chattering, while Liu Ziguang had already finished a bowl of rice. He stood up and left as soon as he said something: "I went to work, and I may go on a business trip in two days."
After he left the house in a hurry, his mother came out of the kitchen with a pot of soup and complained: "Look, my son left because you nagged him, and he didn't even drink the soup."
Dad said: "This child is already thirty years old. He has no house and no wife. He is running around all day long and has no idea what he is busy with. It is not feasible to continue like this. We have to make arrangements for him."
My mother sat down to ladle the soup and said, "Didn't you say that Secretary Liu had a way to get a room number for his son? Why don't you buy him something and ask him to apply for one for us too?"
Dad snorted: "Secretary Liu is just a party stick. He used to punish many people in the factory. Besides, we are workers, he is the leader, and he has a son-in-law who is the county magistrate. Can he deal with us?"
Mom said: "Our Xiaoguang is also a manager."
Dad shook his head and sighed: "Pull him down. He's not just working with other people to make a living. Didn't you see that the young men in his company have nothing to do all day long? The situation is similar to the situation before our factory was restructured. This guy is not afraid of being busy, so he just works hard."
I'm afraid of being idle, because nothing good will come of it. I think Xiaoguang's company is not only unprofitable, but also losing money."
After saying this, my mother agreed deeply and said with emotion: "We really can't go on like this. Our family is considered a houseless household. Otherwise, I would queue up to apply for affordable housing on my son's behalf. It's better to ask for others than to ask for yourself. You're right."
Bar."
Dad picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp: "The enemy."