Rebirth of Hong Kong Variety Show

Chapter 117 Why should I be a gun for you?
"It doesn't work for me either."

Brother Chen kept muttering in his heart, but he would not continue to dwell on this issue foolishly:

"Right now, it's good that the three brothers, Yue Nanzi, can solve it. It's a good thing, a good thing."

Paused.

He added something in his words: "Again, let's talk about it. Brother Kun's goods are indeed well-deserved, and the purity is really high."

"Ha ha."

Why didn't Ji Bu understand what he meant, and nodded: "Then wait until you digest the goods in your hand, and tell us when you need them."

"Boss Ji is happy."

Brother Chen immediately responded with a smile, the goal had been achieved, the two had a brief conversation and then hung up the phone.

"Fly."

Ji Bu hung up the phone, looked up and looked outside: "A Ji."

"Boss."

Wu Fei was smoking with A Ji at the door. After hearing what Ji Bu said, the two put down their cigarette butts and came in immediately: "Boss, did you call us?"

A Ji remained silent for ten thousand years, looking at Ji Bu without speaking.

"Working."

Ji Bu nodded, and glanced at Wu Fei and A Ji: "The three Yue Nanzi brothers have already rushed to the street, and there will be no further help from Yue Nanzi."

"Four Eyes alone can't take care of their territory. Take someone to occupy the place first."

Once Yue Nanzi died, their territory would naturally be vacant, and it would be right to eat them up as soon as possible.

"Ok."

Wu Fei immediately nodded in response: "I was talking to A Ji just now, we have been idle for a long time and haven't done anything, enough leisure."

"Go."

Ji Bu shook his hand and sent the two of them away.

at the moment.

Yue Nanzi has been eliminated, and Brother Shan is dead, so there is only Lin Kun left for his main task.

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at the same time.

Henglian Financial Group.

Tan Cheng drove out of the basement, just in time to see Mark Lee, who was limping back from the outside, walking towards the underground garage.

He then signaled the driver to stop, rolled down the window and looked out: "Hey, isn't this brother Ma."

"Be the boss."

Mark Li glanced at Tan Cheng, then lowered his head slightly: "Hello, Boss Cheng."

After Yue Nan's affairs were dealt with, Mark Li flew back, unexpectedly, he happened to meet Tan Cheng who was about to go out.

"Well, that's a good attitude."

Tan Cheng glanced sideways at Mark Lee, curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Where have you been these few days? He disappeared without a word."

"Sorry to be the boss."

Mark Li gritted his teeth, and said in a flat tone: "I went out for a walk these days, and I'm back."

"You said that you are running around with a limp every day, why do you run around? A lame must have the consciousness of a lame, do you understand?"

Tan Cheng snorted coldly, and scolded unceremoniously: "I fucking thought your other leg was also crippled by someone else."

"There has been no news for so many days, even if it is a dog, it knows to say hello to its owner before disappearing."

"..."

Mark Lee took a deep breath, licked his lips and did not speak.

"Okay, let's go down."

Tan Cheng waved his hands impatiently: "Damn it, if I didn't take you in for the sake of Brother Hao's face, I would have let you get out of here."

"drive."

He rolled up the window and signaled the driver to drive.

Mark Lee gritted his teeth, looked at the leaving car expressionlessly, walked into the warehouse in the underground garage without speaking.

According to the agreement between himself and Ji Bu, after dealing with Yue Nanzi, Ji Bu will help him deal with Tan Cheng. The reason why he came back is to wait for the old and new accounts to be settled together.

Here.

Tan Cheng went to Junli Hotel by car, took the elevator up to the suite upstairs, sat on the sofa and waited for a while.

Soon.

The door of the suite was knocked rhythmically.

The ferocious Dasha subconsciously looked at Tan Cheng after hearing the knock on the door, exchanged glances with him, walked to the door and put his palm on the doorknob:

"Who?"

"Guests from northern Myanmar."

Outside.

A strong voice sounded.

Only then did Dasha press the doorknob, first looked at the middle-aged man standing by the door, and half opened the door to let them in.

He himself looked out again and closed the door after confirming it was safe.

Tan Cheng's horse boy looked at the group of five people who walked in, stared at them in a fan shape, and took precautions.

There were six people in a group, and the eight-faced Buddha with long hair walked in the front, and the spirit of the whole person was very relaxed.

Beside him is Mienna who has a mixed race and a beautiful face.

behind them.

The four bodyguards who followed were in Yishui's black suits, very imposing.

"Don't be rude."

Tan Cheng glanced at the eight-faced Buddha who was walking in the front, and softly scolded the horse boy under him, stood up from his seat, and greeted him with a smile:
"I've heard of the reputation of the Eight-faced Buddha a long time ago. I didn't expect to see him today. It's really extraordinary."

"Ha ha."

Eight-faced Buddha raised his head and laughed, looking in a good mood: "Brother Cheng is also as I expected."

"Hahaha"

Tan Cheng also laughed, and stretched out his hand to signal the Eight-faced Buddha to sit down. His eyes fell on Mienna beside him, and his eyes stayed for a second:

"Who is this?"

"Meena."

Eight-faced Buddha sat on the sofa and opened his arms. Mina sat down beside him and leaned on his arm obediently: "My daughter."

"Hehe, not bad not bad."

Tan Cheng nodded, took out his cigar, and exchanged simple greetings with the Eight-faced Buddha.

"Be the boss."

The Eight-faced Buddha picked up the cigar scissors, inserted the cigar into it and pressed it down, and the sharp edge cut the cigar neatly:

"I heard that you are now in the flour business. How is the market going?"

"It's not easy to do."

Tan Cheng shook his head, spread his hands and said: "The supply of goods is tight now, and the price has been rising all the time. There is no choice but to buy expensive and sell expensive."

"It's okay to buy expensive and sell expensive. It's a good way."

The Eight-faced Buddha raised his eyebrows and glanced at Tan Cheng, took out the lighter and lit his cigar: "Plus, your counterfeit banknote business is booming, very powerful."

"The counterfeit banknote business is okay."

Tan Cheng's words reveal a strong self-confidence, without any modesty, and are extremely tough:

"It must be in a monopoly position in Southeast Asia."

Indeed, Tan Cheng is qualified to say that.

At present, the US dollars they produce have the taste of the original US dollars. They are very popular in the counterfeit banknote market, with few competitors and a very stable customer base.

"But."

Tan Cheng spread his hands together: "In this world, who would think there is too much money? Do you think this is the truth? If you have money and don't make money, then it's not crazy."

"Hahaha"

The Eight-faced Buddha laughed loudly when he heard the words, and nodded deeply.

"No, I tested the road a while ago. The way to make money from selling flour is fast, and it's a long-term business."

Tan Cheng seemed to have discovered a new business opportunity, and he talked eloquently: "As long as I get involved, I can collect money from these gangsters until they die, eat them for a lifetime, and eat them until they die."

A look of greed flashed in his eyes: "This business is just like our counterfeit banknotes. It's just printing money, and it's printing continuously."

"Ha ha."

Eight-faced Buddha nodded with a smile on his face: "It seems that Boss Cheng has a deep understanding."

"That's natural."

Tan Cheng leaned forward and stepped directly into the topic: "If I didn't have any ideas, I wouldn't come to meet you today."

Not long ago.

Eight-faced Buddha contacted Tan Cheng and discussed this issue with him.

Tan Cheng has been in the flour business recently, buying expensive and selling expensive. After learning about the Eight-faced Buddha, he naturally became interested in in-depth communication.

Furthermore.

It's not the first time they have cooperated, they bought a batch of counterfeit banknotes in Henglian earlier, but the eldest brother at that time was Song Zihao.

then.

The two parties also agreed to meet.

"Okay then, let's talk."

Eight-faced Buddha glanced at Tan Cheng, took a sip of his cigar and said, "Boss Cheng, I lack a market on Hong Kong Island, and you lack a source of goods. If we can cooperate, we can make money happily."

He laid the groundwork briefly at first, and then expressed his request: "I won't talk to you in a roundabout way, let's be straightforward."

"I'm responsible for supplying you with a stable supply, and I won't enter the Hong Kong Island market to snatch territory. The price is calculated as % lower than the normal market price."

Tan Cheng smoked a cigarette and listened to the words of the Eight-faced Buddha, nodded, and continued to listen.

"However, Lin Kun is already doing business in the Hong Kong Island market. Everyone is a colleague and enemy, and Lin Kun and I have a little conflict."

The Eight-faced Buddha's tone paused, and he looked at Tan Cheng with his elbows on the table: "I hope you can help me solve Lin Kun's trouble."

Lin Kun is different from the Eight-faced Buddha, there is a very obvious essential difference between the two.

The Eight-faced Buddha needs to occupy the supply market on Hong Kong Island, but Lin Kun is different. Lin Kun has always liked to do it by himself, rule his own territory, and supply by the way.

His business in Wanwan Kaohsiung City is the best illustration, and now that area is managed by Ah Jian.

"Lin Kun?"

Tan Cheng recalled it in his mind, and he seemed to have a little bit of an impression. The source of the expensive goods he bought and sold seemed to be the goods that came from Lin Kun's next house:

"Lin Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui? Ocean Accounting Company?!"

"it's him."

After the Eight-faced Buddha mentioned Lin Kun, his expression was obviously a little cold: "It would be best if Boss Cheng knew him, what do you think?"

"Hehe, I'm sure there's nothing wrong with it."

Tan Cheng nodded with a smile, and played with the lighter in his hand: "But, we still have to talk about the price. Is the price a little higher?"

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the Eight-faced Buddha: "According to my own understanding, the reason why you came to Hong Kong Island this time is probably not just to discuss business with me."

"Or, you came here to discuss business with me this time just incidentally, and your real purpose is Lin Kun."

"Lin Kun killed your son Miencha at the Tsim Sha Tsui pier. You came here this time for revenge. Your main force is in northern Myanmar, and you have no one."

"Talking about business with me is just secondary. You want me to be a gun for you to help you deal with Lin Kun's trouble, right?"

"Ha ha."

The Eight-faced Buddha was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then he didn't deny it: "It seems that the news about Cheng Boss is still very well-informed."

"That's right."

Tan Cheng looked at the Eight-faced Buddha with a smile: "You and Lin Kun are rivals, but I, Tan Chengcheng, are different. I have the right to choose. I can choose to cooperate with you or Lin Kun."

"Since that's the case, why did I, Tan Cheng, use it as a gun for you to fight against Lin Kun?!"

He leaned forward and looked directly at the Eight-faced Buddha: "Or, I can put your Eight-faced Buddha here right now."

"You said, if I take your Eight-faced Buddha to discuss business matters with Lin Kun, will you become my stepping stone, and the situation between me and Lin Kun will open up, isn't that the truth? ?!"

Following Tan Cheng's words.

immediately.

The four boys who were originally scattered behind the Eight-faced Buddha immediately touched their waists.

same.

Dasha waited for a while, and also reached out to touch his waist.

The two groups were instantly tense, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

(End of this chapter)