Liao Wenjie sat on the sofa in the living room and looked at Meng Luo who was standing timidly next to him with a smile: "We are all old comrades who know the ins and outs. Why are you so unfamiliar all of a sudden, just because I am about to become your creditor?"
Meng Luo rolled her eyes at Liao Wenjie and took a few steps to sit next to him. As her waist tightened, she was hugged tightly.
Meng Luo was very reluctant to borrow money from Liao Wenjie.
Liao Wenjie has a girlfriend, Meng Luo has known this for a long time. She has also tried hard to get a high position, but ended up hastily.
After losing her temper several times, she was helpless with the scumbag and chose to live with it.
Thinking that Liao Wenjie used her as a spare tire, she could also use Liao Wenjie as a spare tire, and then kick him when she met a better one.
It's a pity that Hong Kong Island is only so big. Those who are not as capable are not as rich as Liao Wenjie, and those who are not as rich are not as young as Liao Wenjie, and not as handsome...
There is no such person.
How could such an outstanding man find another one after kicking him?
I can only endure it.
After all, men are all perverts, no matter who they live with, why not choose someone who is handsome, young, rich, capable and capable?
Therefore, the relationship between the two is somewhere between lovers and lovers. Once financial interests are involved, she immediately becomes a kept accessory.
Shu Mengluo cannot accept this kind of relationship.
Why don't you borrow money? The creditor's identity is shady. If time goes by, she will be the only one who suffers.
"Don't be so sad. It's only two million. It's no big deal. Your man can still get it."
Liao Wenjie put his arms around Meng Luo's shoulders, kissed her on the face, and said with a smile: "But you are a bar owner, you can feed the whole family without worrying about it, and you are usually not short of money. How come you owe such a huge foreign debt all of a sudden?"
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"I was deceived."
Meng Luo pursed her lips. The more she thought about it, the more she felt aggrieved. Her eye circles were red, and she looked pitifully at Liao Wenjie for comfort.
"I believe this."
Liao Wenjie nodded, raised his hand and pinched Meng Luo's face: "I was able to deceive you in the first place because you were stupid and not very smart."
"How can there be..."
Instead of asking for comfort, she was met with ridicule. Meng Luo felt even more aggrieved, and tears of dissatisfaction flowed down her face.
Mainly because I am angry with myself because I will never have the opportunity to become a decent girlfriend in the future.
"Don't cry, it makes me feel bad."
Liao Wenjie took out a card, stuffed it into Meng Luo's hand, and said warmly: "There are five million in it. I'm going to use it to open a branch. It's not a loan from you, but a stake in the brand 'Meng Luo'. You don't have to feel like you owe me anything."
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These words moved people's hearts more than any sweet words. In a moment, the moderate rain turned to heavy rain, the wind rolled violently, the water overflowed and burst the embankments, the literary drama turned into a martial drama, and the scene suddenly became tragic.
There are poems to prove it:
Sitting on the far peak in the sky, the golden house in the suburbs is warm.
The city gates are open at night, and the knights are about to march.
Elite troops moved thousands of miles away, and it rained heavily on their journey.
There are three showers of pear blossoms, and the battlefield is dusty and windy.
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When a great battle came to an end, General Liao retired his troops, hugged the defeated enemy prisoners, lit a cigarette and puffed away the smoke.
The prisoner, phew, is the prisoner of love. Meng Luo leaned against Liao Wenjie and raised her hand to draw circles on his chest: "Why don't you ask who is the person who lied to me and help me vent my anger?"
"It sounds a bit aggrieved. Tell me, who dares to make my woman unhappy in this part of the solar system."
"I've been immoral all day. That gambling table downstairs..."
Meng Luo complained and talked about the general situation.
Two days ago, several ladies she knew came to the bar to play cards. They were all housewives whose husbands made money. They usually had nothing to do. Their main job was to keep themselves looking good and to prevent their husbands from being seduced by vixens.
For these VIP customers, all of whom were women, Meng Luo naturally entertained them personally. After two rounds of mahjong, the ladies mentioned the Kaizi they had caught recently.
A young diamond king Laowu has just inherited the family business and has not been severely beaten by society.
Several people had taken advantage of him before, and they were thinking of doing something big to squeeze out more money and buy more bags.
Meng Luo was not interested in this, and she didn't want to disturb the VIP customers' pleasure, so she just pretended not to hear anything.
Anyway, Liao Wenjie also warned that nine out of ten gamblers cheat, and the people at the gambling table do not deserve sympathy. They are all responsible for themselves.
In the end, she didn't expect that Kaizi, who had a ponytail and an ignorant look on his face, was so easy to deceive, and was deceived into a pretty boy by several ladies using their crude gambling skills.
Meng Luo was invited to join the game by several ladies, but she couldn't bear it and wanted to help the pretty boy lose less.
Unexpectedly, the pretty boy turned into a big shark in an instant, as if he was possessed by the God of Gamblers. He killed several studs in a row and made people fall off their feet.
When Meng Luo came back to her senses, several noble ladies surrounded the pretty boy, who lit a cigar and shook the IOU in his hand.
Set up a trap, put it in black and white, the total amount including principal and interest will be two million, which will be returned within the time limit.
"That's it. Obviously I just saw him as pitiful, but in the end I was the most pitiful." Meng Luo felt aggrieved and asked for comfort again.
However, it didn't happen. Liao Wenjie raised his hand and made a crisp sound, and said angrily: "I asked you to change the gambling table into a pool table. If you don't listen, now it's fine. I paid two million in IQ tax. Let's see if you dare next time.
I don’t dare to gamble anymore.”
"I usually just play mahjong, never bet, and..."
Meng Luo replied weakly: "That gambling table attracts a lot of customers. It would be a pity to sell it."
"No, it directly attracted the liar!"
Liao Wenjie mocked again, and then said: "Make an appointment and ask your creditor to come and get the money. Although you are asking for trouble, that guy is not a good guy. He sleeps with other people's wives just because he is a pretty boy.
, Bah, I have never slept with such a handsome man, who is he?"
"That's right."
Meng Luo took advantage of the situation and fanned the flames: "That's not all, he also looked at me with lustful eyes. He must be plotting against me and wants to take the opportunity to blackmail you into cuckolding me."
"This is unreasonable, he is dead!"
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Late at night the next day, Mengluo Bar closed early and put up a 'booked' sign.
Liao Wenjie was wearing a white suit and a red shirt, sitting at the gaming table and waiting. There was two million in the metal box next to him.
Meng Luo wore a red one-piece hip-hugging skirt and high heels that highlighted her pink and white legs as straight as chopsticks. She stood behind Liao Wenjie and squeezed his shoulders. Although the waiters at the bar had gone home from get off work, Meng Luo was not worried at all.
Knowing what his man is capable of, if Liao Wenjie thought about it, many people coming tonight would be taken away by ambulance.
In other words, there are too many people in the city, otherwise it would be time to get on the backhoe truck.
Within five minutes, the other party arrived for the appointment on time. Two black cars parked at the door of the bar, and a pretty boy with pigtails and a burly man wearing sunglasses walked into the bar.
The pretty boy sat across from the gambling table, glanced at the money box next to Liao Wenjie, and said with a smile: "Mr. Liao, I have heard about you for a long time, and I have admired you for a long time. This two million is a meeting gift."
With that said, he took out the IOU from his arms and asked the big man next to him to hand it over.
Liao Wenjie took the IOU, glanced at it and tore it up, nodded and said: "Yes, very sensible. You are alive again."
The pretty boy didn't understand what was going on, and frowned slightly as he said, "Mr. Liao, why don't you ask me who I am?"
"I'm not interested. I like to talk but don't talk. If I don't talk, just get out."
Liao Wenjie snorted coldly: "Don't let me see you on Hong Kong Island in the future, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences."
"Hehehe..."
The pretty boy smiled without retorting. He narrowed his eyes slightly to hide his sinister expression: "Let me introduce myself. My name is Hussein. I am a junior in the world, but I believe you should still remember the name of my adoptive father, Chen Jincheng."
"Chen Jincheng..."
Liao Wenjie touched his chin, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I slapped you in the face. I have never seen this person, and I don't even know who you are talking about."
"Mr. Liao, there is no need to pretend to be crazy. My adoptive father is the 'God of Gambling' and Gao Jin's old enemy, the 'Devil of Gambling'. In the battle between gods and demons in the high seas gambling world, Gao Jin designed to make my adoptive father guilty of manslaughter, but he went to Las Vegas
Gas is happy and happy..."
Speaking of this, Hussein paused: "As far as I know, before Gao Jin played against my adoptive father, Mr. Liao had provided him with some help, which directly led to my adoptive father's defeat at the gambling table."
Hussein did some research on Liao Wenjie, and in summary, there are two key words.
Handsome and lustful.
In addition, there are also rumors of excellent gambling skills. For example, there was a rumor that Gao Jin, the "God of Gambling", praised Liao Wenjie's gambling skills so much that he wanted to ask him to play mahjong but was rejected.
Also, Hong Kong Island gambling king Hong Guang also said that Liao Wenjie's gambling skills were amazing, but it was only because he didn't like gambling that he did not leave a name in the gambling world.
These remarks are too vague and have no real information. Hussein is also doubtful.
According to Hussein, the most troublesome thing about Liao Wenjie is actually his official background. His uncle and aunt are both senior police officers in Hong Kong. It is not difficult to kill Liao Wenjie. It can be solved with one shot. What is difficult is that after killing him, he faces
s consequence.
Hussein came to Hong Kong Island this time to avenge his adoptive father, and Liao Wenjie was also on his list of revenge. Due to his difficult identity, Liao Wenjie was placed in the post-processing list.
The purpose of meeting today was to say hello and to send an invitation to Liao Wenjie in case Liao Wenjie ruined his plan.
"Fake news, Gao Jin and I are not familiar with each other. We have only met each other a handful of times. The battle between him and the gambling demon, with all due respect, is clearly your godfather's lack of strength and you can't blame anyone else." Liao Wenjie shook his head, showing no face.
Not even given.
Behind her, Meng Luo was filled with excitement and her legs were a little weak, but her hand squeezing Liao Wenjie's shoulders became stronger.
He pinched it hard several times, as if giving a secret signal.
Liao Wenjie understood deeply, patted his hand on his shoulder, and said to Hussein: "That's it. If there is nothing else, please go back."
Hussein took out an invitation and was handed it by the thug Black Panther beside him. He said with a smile: "Mr. Liao, a charity cruise ship will leave from Hong Kong Island in a few days. If you don't mind, please come. Hussein won't
Talented, I am willing to challenge Mr. Liao's gambling skills and avenge my father's shame."
"Not interested in."
"Hehehe, Mr. Liao feels he has no confidence, and I won't force him."
"It's a boring, low-level provocation. I stopped using it to pick up girls when I was three years old."