Rebirth of the Hong Kong Tycoon

Chapter 199 Chapter 198: Kicking Explosion
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Everyone present was amused by Zeng Qingtian's words.

The Kowloon Walled City is a three-way area, as long as there are no major accidents, no one will sneak into it.

Among the residents, it is difficult for you to distinguish their composition, bandits and people are one.

Lin Huaile dared to use his own head as a guarantee, but the upright Sir Zeng was just talking.

But he was also keenly aware that the police force had run out of patience with this lawless place.

When the dwarf mule committed a crime and wanted to escape, his number one choice was not to find a boat and go to Holland or Taipei, but to go to the Kowloon Walled City and wait until the limelight passed before coming out.

If the police are still chasing desperately, then they will consider hiding outside.

As for Zeng Qingtian's insinuation, he didn't even care.

The rivers and lakes are a muddy pit, and any problems can be blamed on them.

But in fact, the problem is really not with them.

Whether it's the Triad Society, the famous Hongmen, or the mafia of foreign counterparts, they are all in the structure of the elder brother's association and the hometown association.

The main members only need a dozen or twenty, and the rest are peripheral members who make a living.

The development route of dandelion requires a small number of practitioners to be unobtrusive.

The era of rising up against the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty, and expelling foreign demons has passed.

Everyone following this flag is nothing more than looking for something to eat.

The reason why the Xiangjiang Society has gone astray is because it is not a gangster violent organization at its root, but an underground trust economy.

The reason for the establishment of Hehe Tu, the original master of Heji, is that the Chaoshan villagers moved goods at the wharf or raised the price. Everyone united and asked the chamber of commerce for money and negotiated terms.

Any social problem is an economic problem.

Take Xinghe as an example, there are only more than 1 registered disciples, and there are to people who follow to eat.

Rather than saying that Qi Linwen is the grandfather sitting in the hall, it is better to say that he is the chairman of Xinghe Co., Ltd.

Xiangjiang's economy is developed, but it can't provide to jobs in one go.

Even if MacLehose solves the 8 or people in Xinghe, Xiangjiang is not limited to Xinghe, there are hundreds of them.

That is to say, the bottom-level citizens of Xiangjiang either work as piglets in factories, or make a living under the hands of associations.

A small number of those who are still struggling are to go to college and leave the housing system completely after graduation.

(No matter how you look at it, do you feel that East Asian cultures are all alike!)

"Hehe, even if there is no club, the world will be just as bad. You and I know it well."

"Sir Zeng doesn't think that if you earn tens of thousands of yuan a month, the fellow villagers in the factory also earn the same salary?"

Lin Huaile replied in a nonchalant manner, but did not leave Zeng Qingtian a chance to refute, and continued: "These problems are not for our small characters to consider."

"Evil is evil, and has nothing to do with describing a person's occupation."

"It's just that I just don't know how far these outlaws have gone."

"My status is special, and it is easy for others and public opinion to be misled."

"So, I leave this sweetest candy to you, my friend. I just don't know, would you accept my friendship?"

After all, he grabbed the tablecloth and pushed the ledger forward again.

Zeng Qingtian understood what the young man in front of him was planning.

Strike the enemy!

It is the ancient wisdom of China to kill with a knife.

36 Jijia Sun Tzu's Art of War, as long as you know square characters, you have heard their names.

But the book is there, and the principle is very simple. People who know it are like gold in the sand. It cannot be said that there is no such thing, but they cannot be found.

Zeng Qingtian was curious whether the young man in front of him was a talent in this field.

Curiosity is nothing but curiosity, but he couldn't help stretching out his hand, covered the ledger with a handkerchief, and flipped through it.

Zhang Wentian picked up the wine glass, a little in admiration for Lin Huaile.

Unexpectedly, he just opened the door, and this Lin Sheng took care of everything by himself, with a clear role assignment, a well-controlled rhythm, and a precise grasp of emotions.

Step by step to lead people into the shell, self-written, directed and acted, is really a talent!talent!
Zeng Qingtian briefly looked at the ledger, it is not so much the ledger, it is better to say that it is the bill of entry and exit.

Only the shipping time, even the goods, are replaced by simple English letters.

"What the hell is it? A kitchen?"

Zeng Qingtian's face also became serious, he pushed away the wine glass, refused Zhang Wentian's pour, and asked seriously.

"I don't know yet, but I will soon."

"Just say hello to Sir Zeng and send someone to set up a temporary checkpoint on the road near Zhengfeng Wharf."

"Ms. Su's traces have attracted the attention of all citizens in Xiangjiang. I think it has a lot to do with these outlaws."

"I like to help friends the most, I will help you solve it together!"

Lin Huaile couldn't get used to the Royal Salute, the smell of kerosene made him sick, so he asked Benny, who was bartending, to bring himself a glass of soda.

Zeng Qingtian didn't say a word, he was thinking about what would happen to him after eating this candy.

Own pass, pass by yourself.

If you want to be rewarded for meritorious service, you need to make trade-offs.

Everyone should think freely, and only through their own thinking, and everyone can only gain the experience of touching the world through their own life and thinking.

But most adults forget to think about it, they just remember to live and make money.

It is easy for people to think with their ass instead of their head, to get angry easily, and to spray people regardless of the truth. These are all manifestations of lack of thinking.

"The atmosphere is too depressing."

"Don't be so serious."

"Lin Sheng is a serious businessman. Even if you encounter trouble, it's none of your business. To put it mildly, Mrs. Saatchi's club has a clearly marked price."

"Otherwise, how did Lan Gang and Fen Ma leave Xiangjiang safe and sound?"

"Actually, I'm also very curious about what kind of business these mysterious people are in."

"How about Lin Sheng help us uncover the mystery? Satisfy our curiosity?"

The two parties are in a game, but time is precious.

If the $40 account book is not used in the right place, Zhang Wentian will be very heartbroken.

Even if Lin Huaile didn't blame himself afterwards, he still put a big question mark on his ability.

He doesn't want to see the loss of customers.

"Okay, I'll go say hello."

Lin Huaile stood up, walked to the door, opened the door, and called Zheng Feng to his side.

"Notify Changmao to catch a motorcycle rider and throw him on the road. If he wants to get the stolen goods, I'll wait for his news."

Zheng Feng, who received the order, nodded quickly, ran to the telephone booth on the side of the road, and started making calls.

Lin Huaile took out a cigarette, bit it on his mouth, looked at the street scene, and murmured, "I'm curious too!".

(End of this chapter)