On the day before New Year's Eve, Zhou Qingfeng led the team to transfer in Guangzhou and fly to Hong Kong. Eileen, who arrived early, relied on her Western appearance to thrive in this comprador port.
The book charm Sophia forged her driver's license, and Irene easily rented a commercial car to pick her up at the airport. Gong Weiwei stayed in Nantou Township for half his life. The moment he got in the car, he stared at the busy road outside the airport and sighed: "Capitalism is
OK!"
Zhou Qingfeng sat in the passenger seat and said disdainfully: "This has nothing to do with any doctrine. When you get rich, Tianyang will be a good place. One day, you will sigh that socialism is good."
Ouyang Jun interjected, "I heard that working illegally in Hong Kong can earn at least several thousand per month."
"That's right." Zhou Qingfeng nodded, "I can help you 'hack' it, starting from washing dishes in a restaurant, for five thousand Hong Kong dollars a month. With good luck, I will make over ten thousand a month in a few years, no problem. Do you need it?
?”
Ouyang Jun was in a daze. Gong Wei bumped his elbow next to him, signaling him to quickly deny it. But he said back to Gong Wei, "Why are you bumping me? I'll give you 5,000 Hong Kong dollars a month. Are you willing to keep it?"
Come down?"
As the commercial car drove away, Irene smiled at Gong Wei in the rearview mirror. Lin Wan and Professor Zheng glanced at the two living treasures in the back seat, as if waiting for their reply.
Gong Wei was a rural clerk. Being able to get a monthly salary of 500 yuan was like a dream. A monthly salary of 5,000 yuan was really unthinkable. He was stunned after being choked. After a few seconds, he sighed: "If I hadn't followed
Mr. Zhou, I will definitely stay as a gangster."
There are only a few people at the top of 'Holy Light', and their relationship is relatively simple. They all have their own preferences but talk about everything. Ouyang Jun asked again: "Why is it different if you follow Mr. Zhou? Is he a god?"
Gong Wei became anxious after being pressed like this.
"People have to have some ambition. Compared with you, I am a country bumpkin, but you can't look down on me all the time. I went from Nantou Township to Tianyang City with Mr. Zhou, and I am very satisfied. I can come to HK today, maybe next year
Just go to New York?”
Zhou Qingfeng was so happy that he clapped his hands and said, "This sounds very pleasant. I made a promise today. If I can't go to New York next year, I will give Gong Wei 100,000 yuan."
Lin Wan and Professor Zheng both smiled slightly. Gong Wei laughed loudly, took Ouyang Jun's hand and said gratefully: "Brother, thank you. Your assist is great. I don't want to go to New York, I want 100,000 yuan."
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One hundred thousand?
Ouyang was dumbfounded in the back seat for a long time, and kept asking: "President, is such a promise too rash? What about me? What should I do? Everyone has a share. I also want to go to New York. If I don't go to New York, ten thousand
Blocks are fine too.”
The business car drove to Central, and Irene arranged hotel accommodation. This is the political and commercial center of Hong Kong, and Professor Zheng was amazed by its prosperity. They will visit this place for three days and broaden their horizons.
Zhou Qingfeng got into the prepared truck and transferred part of the album into the carriage. He drove across Victoria Bay, and Yau Ma Tei, where Temple Street is located, is across the bay.
Eileen acted as a life assistant and had already made an appointment with the local gangster leader at a time and place. The two parties made an appointment at a teahouse in Yau Ma Tei. According to the little fairy's exploration, there were more people on the other side.
"There are a lot of people?" Zhou Qingfeng arrived at the meeting place, got out of the car and took a look around.
It is a very ordinary street with row upon row of buildings built by residents. The road is narrow and the neon lights on shop signs can blind people. Electric wires pass overhead like spider webs.
It was nightfall, and the streets were crowded with people. There was a lot of noise outside the restaurant store, and people in the market greeted each other, familiar and cordial. Zhou Qingfeng has the ability to "know languages", and any conversation will change naturally, and he will naturally blend into the excitement.
Irene wore a 'dy' business suit. She cut and designed it herself with Zhou Qingfeng's advice. As soon as she got off the car and appeared, her beautiful face attracted a lot of attention.
"Master, someone is watching you." Irene smiled and raised her head, pointing to the private room window on the second floor of the tea room.
The curtains in the private room were opened by someone and they peeked in secretly. When Zhou Qingfeng also raised his head, the person hiding behind the curtains quickly avoided and lowered the curtains.
"You have no guts. These guys are still dishonest." Zhou Qingfeng walked into the tea room. The waiter inside looked at him blankly, quite nervous. He went straight upstairs without anyone to guide him, and pushed aside the waiter like a leisurely stroll.
private room.
The private room is very large, with a long table in the middle, and there are seven or eight people sitting there. Some have dragon tattoos on their chests, some have fleshy faces, some have hateful looks, and some are pretending to be arrogant. All of them sit still. Some of them are taken care of by Zhou Qingfeng.
Yes, I came forward to greet you politely.
The private room has a special arrangement. There is a shrine of Mr. Guan on the top, a Bagua mirror hanging below the head, and a brazier in front of the table. There is a guy in Taoist robes standing behind the brazier, as if he has just finished a ritual.
Regarding these ghosts and monsters, Zhou Qingfeng sighed when he entered the door: "Why do you crowing cocks and dog thieves think you can be blessed by Master Guan? Is it because I was soft-hearted last time and didn't kill anyone?"
Two horsemen stood behind the private room door. After hearing this, they took out the 'Big Black Star' from their pockets. But before the muzzle of the gun was raised, a circular mental shock erupted.
The invisible and qualityless shock hit the brains of everyone in the private room. Everyone felt as if they had been hit by a hammer. Their heads buzzed and they fainted. No one was spared.
Zhou Qingfeng shouted again, "Do business well, can't you? Why are you trash so useless?"
The goblins appeared jumping up and down, and found several pistols from the horses that arrived. They circled one of the pistols for a long time, chattering, and then they fired a shot together as if in a playful manner.
The bangs of gunshots echoed in the closed private room, scaring them so much that they fled in all directions.
"These idiots think they have the qualifications to show off with me." Zhou Qingfeng pulled up a chair in front of the long table and sat down, and said to Irene: "They've all fired, and the people downstairs don't pretend to be dead. Go and shout.
A waiter comes up and wakes these guys up."
The private room was soundproofed, so the sound of gunshots could not be heard outside. I was summoned to the tea room to be served and I didn’t know what was going on. When I came in, I saw many famous HK gangsters and Ma Zai all falling down.
What about the second master, the Eight Diagrams Mirror, the dragon and tiger tattoos, all of them are ineffective. The big boss who just came in sat at the head of the long table with a golden sword, and calmly ordered: "Go and get some water, put it in
These idiots woke up."
The waiter in the tea room went downstairs in panic. After a while, the tea room owner came up in fear. After confirming the status of the private room, he widened his eyes and expressed disbelief.
This boss looked young, and within a minute of entering, he knocked down more than a dozen people in different places in the private room. Many of them were bleeding from their orifices, and they looked miserable.
"It's still the HK Royal Police, right? If you want to call the police, you have to weigh the consequences yourself. It's best to call them the 'Flying Tigers'. I actually want to see it."
The young boss sat calmly and calmly.
Sweat broke out on the teahouse owner's forehead, and he waved his hands and said he didn't dare. His whole family was here, and he couldn't afford to offend a group of gangsters, let alone Zhou Qingfeng, who had a better background.
A bucket of cold water was brought up, but the people in the tea room did not dare to do anything. Irene took over and poured the fainted Zizhao back to life one by one until they were completely cold.