Rebirth of the Hong Kong Tycoon

There is no need to worry about the quickness of the tongue.

Liu Zijian is a candle, ready to burn himself and illuminate others.

When you meet such a fool, you only need to do a little.

That is to stay away from him!
Lin Huaile looked at Lin Guosheng's exaggerated gestures, and knew that this guy didn't say a word of truth.

They are all old fritters, and he knows better than anyone what to say and what not to say.

After listening to Lin Huaile's words, Liu Zijian felt that he couldn't hold back his old face, and he didn't know that he was a bad guy from that club. The police station was less than five meters away, and he dared to throw a fire bottle.

This matter is not easy to solve, and Tiger Saatchi reported to the Governor's Mansion, saying that Xiangjiang before the New Year must be in good weather, and there will be no problems at all.

The public affairs department even published Saatchi Tiger's guarantee on the front page headlines of several well-connected newspapers.

Unexpectedly, within a day of saying this, he was slapped in the face.

Liu Zijian could imagine the stinky face of his boss and the kind greetings from brother one.

The fleeting time of the real horse is unfavorable!

The transcript was completed quickly, and there was actually nothing to record.

Lin Guosheng only arrived an hour earlier than Lin Huaile, who is the big boss. When the uncle found out, the fire had already reached the office. The fire truck came to close it.

"Boss! I was negligent!"

Seeing Lin Huaile, Lin Guosheng lowered his head and said in embarrassment.

As the general manager, his task is to keep an eye on the family, and now he cannot absolve himself of the blame for any major mistakes in the magazine.

"It's okay! The fire before the new year means that the magazine will be prosperous next year."

Lin Huaile helped Lin Guosheng tidy up the collar of his suit, and comforted him not to worry about it.

A Tsai walked out of the interrogation room with the transcript, handed it to Liu Zijian, and said, "The old man who was on watch didn't see anything. When the fire bottle was thrown, he squatted in a big room, and didn't even see a single ashes."

"It's outrageous!"

It's normal if you can't ask anything.

Liu Zijian was also used to this kind of scene where he asked questions and didn't know anything. He took the transcript, signed it, and patted it back on A Tsai's body.

"Lin Sheng, the on-site report will be sent to the magazine in the afternoon, and it will be used as evidence for insurance claims."

"But I forgot, Fengrun Insurance is Lin Sheng's company. Whether there is this form or not, it should not delay the claim."

"The salty wet guy is about to cry, I don't like this issue of "Men's Clothes"."

Liu Zijian said a few sarcastic remarks, then turned his head and left with others.

Dogs eat dogs among clubs, so they won't intervene, and if they find out which club made the plane, let them hand over the people, and everything will be fine.

Lin Huaile led people out of the mission building, Zhang Wentian was taking the briefcase and walking in, it was still too early for him, and there were still red lip marks on his neck from last night's mischief.

"Master, are you a little late today?"

"That's not like your style."

Seeing Zhang Wentian's dusty appearance, Lin Huaile joked.

Zhang Wentian saw that the person had already been bailed out, and knew that he would not be able to earn money for his hard work.

"Push the street! My friend asked me to go to Lamma Island to eat seafood. When I received a call, I asked him to sail directly to Victoria Bay. I didn't even drive my own car, so I took a taxi to come here."

"Hurry up, hurry up, it's still one step away!"

"Damn it!"

Zhang Wentian tore off his tie and said with a mournful face.

'The weather is so nice today, it's rare to get up early, and the morning tea nearby is good, let's go together, I'll treat you. '
Lin Huaile pointed to the lipstick mark on Zhang Wentian's neck, and told him to wipe it off quickly, lest tabloid reporters see it, which would damage the barrister's image.

Zhang Wentian quickly wiped it clean, then arranged his clothes, and followed the crowd out.

At the entrance of the West Kowloon mission hall, the paparazzi who smelled the fishy smell gathered together long ago. When they saw the master coming out, they quickly picked up their cameras, and the flash was instantly brighter than the sun in the sky.

Seeing this, Lin Huaile turned around, told Lin Guosheng a few words, told him to exaggerate, and then went to the teahouse to find them.

No one is better at dealing with the media than Lin Guosheng. He nodded, and took the initiative to go to the paparazzi to hold a small press conference.

Lin Huaile walked to the door of the still smoking magazine, put his hips on his hips, and shook his head helplessly. It was a pity that the signboard that he spent a lot of time on and paid a lot of money was destroyed like this!

The uncle who was doing the shift was sitting at the door, and when he saw the big boss arrived, he hurried to come to him.

My leg is a little limp, probably injured when I jumped out of the window.

"Uncle He, slow down, don't worry."

Lin Huaile quickly reached out to support him, telling him to slow down so that he would not fall.

It has nothing to do with Uncle He that the magazine was thrown into a fire bottle. Even if he saw who did it, he is old and old, and he can't go all out.

Still the same sentence, a few hundred yuan a month, what a life!
"Uncle He, your leg is injured, you should rest first and recover from the injury."

"The magazine is like this, and it won't be able to start work in the short term."

"Don't worry, the salary is still paid. You will go to the manager of Guosheng in a while and get a red envelope."

Lin Huaile comforted Uncle He and let him go to work, while he took Zhang Wentian and others to have morning tea.

Because it was still early and the box was not full, Lin Huaile asked for a table for two, and asked the waiter to serve refreshments.

After a while, the table was filled with char siew buns, siu mai, shrimp dumplings, golden belly, black bean pork ribs and other classic breakfasts.

Because it is winter, I ordered two pots of Pu'er to lighten my stomach.

"Drink tea!"

Lin Huaile sat alone at the table with Zhang Wentian, poured a cup of tea, and put it in front of Zhang Dazhuang.

Zhang Wentian drank all night yesterday, his stomach was already so uncomfortable that he was dying, and he needed hot water to warm his stomach, so he drank it all in one gulp.

"Do you know who did it?"

After drinking a cup of hot tea, Zhang Wentian asked what he was most concerned about right now.

Lin Huaile shook his head, expressing that he didn't know, picked up a piece of ribs, put it on the plate, and then said: "Recently, I partnered with Little Superman in the boat gambling business, and my colleagues are all enemies."

"That one doesn't want to show me some color!"

"However, this is the territory of the United British Press, and the monthly fees of "Fen's Wear" are not less than."

"If you dare to throw fire bottles, you are not afraid of the United British Press."

"There are very few prefixes that meet this condition. Who doesn't know that there are a lot of youngsters at Lian Ying Press, all of whom are muscular men. If you provoke one, a whole bunch of them will come out!"

"They will help us investigate clearly!".

This is reasonable, as long as the fee is collected, the stalls must be safe.

Now that "Men's Clothes" has been set on fire, the Associated British Press must give everyone an explanation.

If it can't be solved, or if the solution is not satisfactory, the big bosses will re-evaluate the weight of the United British Press.