novelslam Chapter 89, 3 pieces
Chapter 89, 3 pieces
Weng Jinghe has been in a bad mood ever since he returned from Fu Lin Men last night.
He found a place for himself and hired two attractive women to take him back to his hotel suite.
Who knew that the foreign woman would complain that he didn't last long enough, which made Weng Jinghe so angry that he slapped both of them across the face.
morning.
He wasn't in the mood to get up and lay in bed looking out at Victoria Harbour through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Weng Jinghe did not purchase any property in Hong Kong, but chose to live in hotel suites for extended periods. Opening the New Beauty Nightclub was merely an investment.
His main purpose in returning this time was to establish himself in Hong Kong and then facilitate the expansion of the heroin business from Mexico.
back.
Mexican gangs are sponsoring him.
The phone rang, asking about the current progress of Weng Jinghe.
Weng Jinghe immediately adopted a respectful attitude and reported the situation: "Everything is proceeding according to plan."
"The nightclub will open in half a month. I'm affiliated with my former gang leader. Once the new place opens and I become active in this circle, I can move on to the next step."
"Yes... okay, no problem."
Weng Jinghe nodded and bowed, and only hung up the phone after a while.
He rubbed his face, preparing to call room service for lunch, when the phone rang: "Mr. Weng, something bad has happened, our renovations have stalled."
"What?!"
Weng Jinghe's voice suddenly rose: "What's going on?!"
He didn't even bother to eat, and told his bodyguard to drive him to the nightclub.
The nightclub's renovation has been completely halted.
Several government officials were standing inside, led by two foreigners, who conducted several inspections at the scene.
In short: the renovations here need to be stopped; their paperwork is problematic.
There was no official relationship between Weng Jinghe and anyone else. Another piece of news came in:
All the decorations they ordered couldn't get in; they were stuck in the market warehouse.
"Who? Who the hell dares to be so bold!" Weng Jinghe, already agitated, growled, "Anyone who dares to stop me, I'll kill that bastard!"
"The people from...Hutchison." The person on the other end stammered, "They're not willing to cooperate with us anymore."
One problem after another arose: the flooring that had been ordered couldn't be delivered, and they refused to do business with him again.
Weng Jinghe's face turned ashen. He gritted his teeth and dialed the number for Zihua Xin: "Brother Xin, someone's messing with me!"
Zi Huaxin frowned and immediately made phone calls to inquire about the situation. After gathering information from various sources, the matter became very clear.
Whether it's official personnel or other troubles, they all stem from Hutchison Whampoa's two idiots.
The reason is simple.
Mr. Cheung, the owner of the stall in Sai Wan, didn't like Ong King-wo, who opened his stall here without even saying hello.
Having been involved in the online gambling industry for so many years, I know exactly what's going on.
Weng Jinghe is being targeted.
After careful consideration.
He asked someone to get Ersha's phone number and called, trying to communicate: "Weng Jinghe is my friend, he's here..."
"Who are you?" Ersha asked in a stern tone.
Zi Huaxin's face turned ashen. The other party didn't take him, the boss, seriously at all. He gritted his teeth and still smiled, "How about this, I'll have Mr. Weng host a few tables at Fulimen another day, please..."
Ersha interrupted him abruptly, coldly rebuking, "What? Can't we afford to eat?"
"Damn it, who doesn't know that Boss Zhang is under my protection, Ersha? Xinjiali opened a business on the street next to his without saying a word?"
"Which star are you picking? Are you trying to be a little more shameless? First day in the game, and you expect me to teach you the rules of the underworld?!"
Having been in the underworld for so many years, it was extremely embarrassing for Zi Huaxin to be pointed at and scolded by Er Sha, who was more than ten years younger than him.
"We were in the wrong in this matter. Please give us a chance to make amends."
"We'll see."
Besides, it's hopeless.
Zihua Xin clutched the phone, completely at a loss.
That's how it happened.
Mr. Cheung originally planned to open a new store in Sai Wan, and Egg Tart was vying for it, but in the end, Mr. Cheung chose the location in Wo Shing Shing.
just now.
The fact that the new beauty queen just happened to be in the market next door at the last minute does seem a bit deliberate.
If they want to bring this up, saying they don't understand the rules, then that's a valid argument.
"How much?" Egg Tart was most concerned about this: "How much do you want?"
The new beauties' venue is their responsibility to oversee; if it can't open, what's the point of them overseeing it?
Zi Huaxin let out a heavy sigh: "Hard to say."
The egg tart remained silent.
He doesn't have that ability.
Boss Zhang paid protection money when he opened his business in Hexingsheng's Tuodi, and now Heji is jumping out again.
Boss Zhang was unhappy. Two gangs were helping him, but even the best wordsmiths couldn't compete with the two gangs, let alone egg tarts.
Weng Jinghe was the most dissatisfied.
Seeing that the egg tart couldn't even utter a sound, he cursed, "What's the use of handing over the place to you? Get out of here!"
Egg Tart, suppressing his displeasure, soothed him, "Give me some time. I'm quite familiar with the people at Hexingsheng. I'll arrange a meeting with them."
You can only give it a try.
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Sham Shui Po.
A street lined with general stores.
Wu Tianyao wandered through the alley. At a glance, the door stalls on both sides of the alley were basically all filled with various erotic magazines.
We walked through the alley to the back.
The dilapidated old tenement building came into view.
Wu Tianyao went up the stairs, knocked on the door, and entered the horse stable.
A blond-haired man yawned and came out: "Hey, you're out strolling around the horse market so early in the morning. Let me check if anyone's around."
Wu Tianyao stopped him, took out a roll of banknotes and held it in his hand: "I have a job for you, do you want to do it?"
The blond-haired man glanced at the banknotes; they must have been three thousand. "What's up?"
Wu Tianyao got straight to the point: "That cripple from Qingshan Road, help me beat him up badly, okay?"
He placed the banknotes in the blond-haired man's hand: "Once the job is done, this money is yours."
"The Cripple from Green Hill Road? The one from Hutchison?" Yellow Hair, who frequented this area, had naturally heard of the Cripple: "Go ahead, three thousand dollars for me to beat him up?"
"Three thousand yuan is pretty good. That's enough for you to have fun for a long time." Wu Tianyao took the money back: "Since you're not interested, then forget it."
"no problem."
Huang Mao quickly took the money back.
Wu Tianyao didn't stop and walked out: "If you take the money, you have to do the job. If I see you haven't done the job, I'll burn down your horse stable."
Three thousand dollars. I could easily give my underlings more than that, but Huang Mao would definitely do it.
He knew Huang Mao's background; he had heard about it when he came to the video studio with Wang Qing last time.
Huang Mao was notorious in the area; he would do anything for money, no matter the task, and each job had its own price.
He was a relative of Lu Daliang. He came to Hong Kong with Lu Daliang in his early years and later became addicted to drugs while playing in nightclubs.
When Lu Liang saw that he was useless, he arranged for him to stay here and watch the horse stable, so that outsiders would not say that he was neglecting his own people.
Wu Tianyao drove away, waiting for good news.
For these scoundrels, there's nothing they wouldn't dare to do. Huang Mao, relying on his phone number to help Da Luliang, has always acted arrogantly.
Wu Tianyao wasn't worried that Huang Mao would take the money and not do the work; Huang Mao was still very cost-effective.
Even a cripple is only worth this much.