I haven't been a boss for many years

The plainclothes policeman narrowed his eyes and thought to himself, "It's really cautious."

"Boom."

The slow boat restarted slowly and left the sea with waves.

Zhang Zihao steered the rudder with one hand, raised his left hand, left a shadow behind him, and whispered: "goodbye, sir!"

"Hahaha!"

"Get rich!"

"yeah!"

Ye Jixian and Ye Jiyu yelled and cheered unscrupulously. With 70 billion Hong Kong dollars in cash, more than a dozen people will share the account, and each person cannot get [-] million at most.

No matter where it is, it is enough to spend time and drink, and live a slow life.

That life is worth it!

Cool!

Zhang Zihao had a cigarette holder dangling from his mouth, and the ashes of the cigarette were blown away by the sea breeze, and he took out one: Brother: Little, dialed the phone and said, "A Cong, I have received the money."

"Hand over!"

"receive!"

Ye Jicong laughed hotly, turned his head and made a gesture, and the two brothers carried a man out of the boat and tied his seven limbs with hemp rope.

Then put Jiuge back out of the sack, tightly tie the opening with hemp rope, and throw the sack at the stern, Gu is the hostage outside struggling and whimpering.

The ship arrived at the delivery position half an hour ago.

The sun is shining.

The plainclothes policeman was covered in tan: little sweat.

Hong Wanshan stopped the boat 70 meters below the surface of the sea, stepped on the deck with one foot, stepped on the sack with the other, and shouted loudly: "Hand over!"

"Go and fish yourself!"

"Boom!"

Ye Jicong kicked the sack into the water with one kick, a grin broke out from his mouth, and waved his brother to let the boat go.

At that time, whether he handed over someone or not, and whether he was qualified enough to bring someone back to the shore, depended on the ability of the police force.

The plainclothes policeman stared at: small eyes, it was too late to scold, grabbed a dangerous rope, jumped out of the water, and came straight to the sinking point.

New Territories.

In Tuen Mun, in a dilapidated housing estate, Ye Jihuan, Lianghui, and Ji Bingxiong looked at the cart full of cash, and their hands holding the gun couldn't help shaking. "

money! "

"money!"

Hong Wanshan took out a handful of Hong Kong dollars from the sack, threw them into the sky forcefully, and shouted softly, "You brought the money back!"

"Bhagavan, Brother Hao!"

"Brother Hao: Little Sun, Brother Hao: Little Sun!"

The ten thieves looked up at the bills fluttering down, their eyes full of obsession, among them, no one reached out to pick them up.

Just watch!

What to fish.

It's all yours!

Ye Jihuan came back to his senses, took a deep breath, put his arms around my shoulders, and said, "Ahao, I'm not capable!"

"You share the accounts according to the rules!"

Hong Wanshan broke into Longtan and Tiger's lair alone, and brought the money back while the police and Li's family were watching, which is really a small achievement.

You must know that in the kidnapping business, the most difficult problem is in the environment of collecting money. It is as big as being photographed by the police and followed by paparazzi, and as small as the family members of the hostages collect money.

No police protection.

Knowing that the police force has not

In the case of participating in the action, single-handedly, wearing a vest and bringing the money back, any gangster will be convinced when they see it!

Yang Jiguang held his head high and proudly, with a smile on his face, like a lone wolf. "

Alright, let's end the money now and share it on the spot. Brothers will have no chance in the future. See you in the world! "

Ye Jihuan withdrew his hand, turned around and said, "Time is running out, count the money!"

The two groups of thugs retreated to count the money together, and because of the huge common interests behind them, there was no conflict between the two groups for a long time, and they just waited for the money to be counted.

Everyone was depressed and happy... Hong Wanshan took out a cigar from his shirt pocket, and handed it to the person beside him: "Brother Xiong, it's a returned product from Li Jiashun, can you have a cigar?"

"Thank you."

Ye Jihuan took the cigar, lit it, took a deep breath, and sighed, "It's really wrong."

Yang Jiguang smiled and said: "In the future, I will smoke every day, and my life will be better than that of Li Jiayu. After that ticket is finished, Li Jiacheng will be as if you have no money."

"Ha ha."

"You are the boss of Lijiacheng!"

Ye Ji said happily.

Yang Jiguang nodded: "Is it time for Boss Li to send it back?"

"Send it back?"

Ye Jihuan was stunned for a moment, and said: "The Xiaoquan gang has arranged eight boats for you to leave Xiangjiang in batches, and you will be charged every penny for the transportation."

"It's money, not leather!"

Yang Jiguang's expression became gloomy, and he retorted: "But when you took the money, you personally promised to send Boss Li back safely."

"He'll make it hard for you."

Ye Jihuan also showed joy, staring sideways at Yang Jiguang, picked up a few Hong Kong dollars from the floor, grabbed them out of his hands, tore them up abruptly, threw them on the ground, and said: "It's just a few tickets, just treat them as yours." The labor fee is bought because of the friendship in the rivers and lakes. In the future, he still thinks he wants to hang out under the Tao? "

"Big heart doesn't make money, but life is spent!"

At the moment when the banknote fell to the ground, Yang Jiguang raised the gun at his waist, pressed it against Hong Wanshan's head, and said in a low voice: "You, Yang Jiguang, have promised others, and you'll do it!"

"Whoever dares to stop you, you will kill whoever, even the king of heaven and I will stop you!"

Seeing this, several brothers stopped counting the money immediately and took out their weapons to point at each other, but both sides maintained a minimum of restraint, and no one wanted to start the war again.

Ji Bingxiong persuaded: "Brother Hao, it's just a meat ticket. If you tear it up, tear it up. What Brother Xiong said is wrong. Don't cause conflicts because of one person."

"If he says one more word, you'll kill him first!"

Yang Jiguang turned around and cursed.

Ji Bingxiong shut up obediently.

The seven inland shooters looked back at the old and young.

Ye Jihuan raised his hand to stop: "Spending money is more important than internal strife. If we continue to divide money, we must stop because of a small matter."

I looked at Hong Wanshan: "Hong Wanshan, when he wanted to be a hero that time, you gave Yu a chance to be a hero, but he has your brotherhood."

"Before, it was possible to cooperate again."

Yang Jiguang put the gun hastily, his eyes were not simple: "Sorry, Brother Xiong."

"Ah Hui, bring the person to you, and then you will drive to hand over the person yourself."

Yang Jiguang is now addicted to being a lonely hero, and he wants to make friends, of course he can let his brother go to death.

At that time, no brother would mess with me. "

Goodbye Jiang Hu. "

With two small bags of cash in hand, Ye Jihuan boarded a car and pulled seven brothers who also carried backpacks to leave the estate and headed for a pier in Tuen Mun.

under the surface of the sea.

The old man of the boat smoked a pipe and was amazed: "Brother Xiong, you are ready to immigrate. Now that the name of the Eight Little Thieves is in the world, who knows and who knows?"

"It's so majestic!"

Ye Jihuan took out seven thick stacks of Hong Kong dollars, piled them up in a row under the wooden table in the cabin, and said in a deep voice, "170 million, including the tickets for your brothers, 70 per person."

The old boatman was smoking a cigarette, and he didn't even bother to take a look at the money: "Brother Biao said, those who come to the lottery for free, they are unlucky to win the lottery."

"It's money, the company paid for it."

In fact, those few ships are only a matter of route, not of danger. If they change to other ships, it’s okay if something happens—if something happens, they will be caught for nothing.

The reputation of the small circle gang is still not guaranteed.

But Ye Jihuan said: "I'm not ashamed to accept it, let him keep it..." Ten days ago.

Haojiang.

Lisboa Hotel.

Hong Wanshan was wearing a white suit and led seven younger brothers. Behind the gambling table full of chips, there were one or four good-looking men around him. If so, far away from it.

"Beng Yaju", the speaker of Yangyi in Xiaogongtang, was wearing a dark white British suit, with a round head with an inch cut, a gold tooth on the outside of his mouth, and a small gold chain hanging from his hand. He was standing in the corridor on the seventh floor with a cigar in his mouth. down, both sides

Eight attendants stood, pointing their fingers upstairs: "Isn't this person: Little Rich Man?"

"Yes."

Big brother: Xiao Zhang is dressed as a casino manager, and nodded heavily: "I have been in Yangjiang for a week, and I spend every day outside the casino. According to the dealer's statistics, I haven't lost yet) tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars."

Beng Yaju raised his hand and stroked his chin, thought for a moment, took a deep breath on his cigar, and ordered: "Prepare—700 million Hong Kong dollars will be returned to the VIP box, and I will be asked to leave later.

Xiao Zhang nodded heavily: "Yes."

After a while, Yang Jiguang took him out of the small gate of the Lisboa Hotel, and came to a tea restaurant for a change of taste. Just after ordering, he saw the TV in the corner of the restaurant, which was broadcasting the news that Yi Group had acquired Changjiang Group.

I was wearing a white suit, stepped on a stool, sucked milk tea, and cursed in admiration: "Damn it, it's cool to be the boss!

You brothers have worked so hard, fighting life and death one by one, and you will be divided into hundreds of millions. The small boss is sitting outside the office blowing on the air conditioner, making phone calls, and you will get 70 billion in assets. "

In terms of making money, the chief rudder is still amazing! "

I gave a thumbs up, sarcastically.

Chapter 710 Brother Xiaohao!

Da Zhang wiped the plastic curtain of the tea restaurant, bent over to enter inside, raised his head and said, "Brother Hao, our boss invites you to the VIP to drink tea together and chat for a while."

Zhang Zihao lowered his head and bit a piece of pork chop, without raising his head, he asked, "Which one are you guys, tell me your name!"

Yang Jiguang, Lianghui, and Dazai sat at the dining table, stood up and lifted the corners of their clothes, holding the Black Star pistol at their waists.

But Da Zhang smiled lightly: "Mr. Yin Guoju, who is the speaker of Yiyang, is in the Grand Court of Hongmen in the world."

Zhang Zihao nodded: "Boss Yin has a great reputation, if he wants to meet me in person, I will definitely save face."

"But I'm tired of the food delivery in the Lisboa Hotel, wait until I finish eating the pork chops."

Da Zhang smiled: "No problem, Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Zihao continued to eat pork chops with his head down, and the three brothers beside him also sat down again. The four of them cleaned up the food on the table, and it took half an hour before they got up and went back to the hotel with Da Zhang.

This time, I didn't go to the public area again, and went directly to the magnificent spiral staircase, and came to the independent VIP boxes.

Zhang Zihao strode ahead, and suddenly asked: "Are you also messing with the chief rudder?"

Da Zhang smiled slightly, with a respectful tone: "There is no Hongmen in the world who is not a disciple of Mr. Zhang, and those who bear Hong Ying respect Mr. Zhang as their master!"

"Ha ha."

Zhang Zihao laughed, with indescribable envy and jealousy in his heart, he suddenly said: "My surname is Zhang too."

"It's my family with Mr. Zhang."

Da Zhang gave me a meaningful look, pushed open the door of the box, and said, "Mr. Zhang, please!"

"Hahaha, Brother Hao, why did he say hello first outside Ma Zai's place?"