Hong Kong General: Hongxing 49 Zai, step on Liang Kun to get a job

Jiang Tiansheng listened to Fang Yuan's complaints and prepared to pass on a message to Chen Mei.

Although he felt that Zhou Shengpeng had gone a bit too far, Chen Tailong's surname was not Jiang, so he didn't care too much about his life or death.

As for Zhou Shengpeng taking advantage of the situation and asking for 10 million, he didn't care.

If Chen Mei is willing to give, then give. If he is not willing to give, then fight. The worst that can happen is that the two of them will go to war.

Although Zhou Shengpeng is very powerful now, he is still unable to deal with Hong Tai.

Although Hongtai is a second-rate society, it is an old society with the name "Hong" after all, and there are complicated connections behind it. It is not something that a young man like Zhou Shengpeng can easily shake.

If a fight really breaks out, what if Zhou Shengpeng can’t hold on?

Once he arrives, he can enhance the club's presence and extend an olive branch to Zhou Shengpeng.

Secondly, it can legitimately interfere in the affairs of Yau Ma Tei.

No matter how you look at it, it’s not a loss.

As for Zhou Shengpeng taking down Hongtai this time just like before, he never thought about it.

Zhou Shengpeng's previous success was too smooth, but there was some luck involved. He is not always so lucky.

Jiang Tiansheng immediately called Chen Mei.

"Uncle Mei, I'm Jiang Tiansheng."

"Mr. Jiang, how is my baby? Is he okay?"

Chen Mei immediately asked with concern.

"I asked Kunpeng, and Prince Brother is safe for the time being. You can rest assured about that."

"However, Uncle Mei, it is indeed you, Hongtai, who are being dishonest this time."

"It's said that they collaborated with Kunpeng, not only falsifying the accounts, but they also crossed the line and sent people to attack people on our Bolan Street."

"The work was not satisfactory. No wonder Kunpeng wants to settle accounts with the prince. You should pay some money."

Jiang Tiansheng spoke slowly and steadily.

Chen Mei couldn't be arrogant now. His only son was in someone else's hands, so he could only lower his posture.

He sighed and said, "I admit this. It's true that I didn't teach my son well."

"However, did Kunpeng say whether the 10 million yuan compensation can be negotiated?"

"I did my best to lobby for you on this point."

"But Kunpeng said that out of the ten million, five million is compensation for the arcade and Thirteenth Sister and the others, and the other five million is for buying Prince Brother's life."

"If you think it's too much, Uncle Mei, it's okay. Thirteenth Sister will take Prince Brother to Bowl Lane to work and pay off the debt."

"When you make enough money, let him return to Hongtai and reunite you and your son."

Jiang Tiansheng repeated Zhou Shengpeng's words, almost 100% accurate.

After he said that, he felt pretty good. He didn't expect that being a little arrogant and letting go of himself would be so refreshing.

Chen Mei on the other end of the phone was unhappy and almost exploded on the spot.

What the hell is this? They actually want to send the prince to Bowl Street to start work?

Damn, you little bastard, you are so arrogant.

"Mr. Jiang, let our prince go to work in Bolan Street. How can a loser like Kunpeng really say that?"

Chen Mei couldn't help but yell into the phone.

"Uncle Mei, don't get excited. It's only natural to pay back a debt."

"It doesn't matter what you say. Once you pay back the money, the prince will be reunited with his family in Hongtai, and you won't have to work anymore."

"If you think the price is too high, why don't you call and talk to Kunpeng yourself?"

Jiang Tiansheng said this with a smile, and emphasized the word "workmanship" on purpose.

Chen Mei recited the name of Kunpeng's mother in her heart eight hundred times.

Then he took two deep breaths and forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart.

He laughed dryly and said, "No thanks, thank you Mr. Jiang for being the peacemaker."

"Please tell Kunpeng that I will have someone send 10 million to Yau Ma Tei."

"Tell him to return the jade intact."

After Chen Mei finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

He was so angry that he threw the phone in his hand away, breaking it into pieces.

"Damn, you loser, you're helping others make money, fuck."

Giving him ten million is more painful than cutting Chen Mei's flesh.

You know, although Hongtai is quite profitable.

But they all made money by running a white flour kitchen privately, which was very dangerous and risky.

I worked so hard to save up some money, and now I have to spend 10 million in one go. It hurts me.

Chen Mei entered her own small treasury.

In addition to some cash, there were also some gold bars, jewelry and antiques, all of which were his belongings.

Hongtai also sells white flour. It is a rule in the industry that merchants do not accept credit cards, so most of the transactions are in cash.

After counting out 10 million in cash, a large amount of money was immediately left in the small treasury.

As he counted the money, his heart began to pound.

After counting the money and putting 10 million into a safe, he called Bao Rong and Wei Jixiang.

Wei Jixiang has always been by the side of the prince. Although he is usually timid, he is an honest man and is quite trustworthy.

Ten million is not a small sum of money, and it requires at least two people to deliver it.

What if Bao Rong, this scoundrel, runs away with the 10 million rolls, which would only increase the losses.

The two people can restrain and supervise each other very well.

After all, Chen Mei is an old hand, so he is extremely cautious in doing things.

"Abao, Axiang, take this box of money to Yau Ma Tei and ask Kunpeng to bring Prince back."

Chen Mei stood in the living room and said to the two of them.

"Yes."

After Bao Rong and Wei Jixiang agreed, they lifted the box into the car together and drove to Yau Ma Tei.

Zhou Shengpeng is reconciling accounts with Sister Ailian in Yau Ma Tei.

The 100 million yuan of black money will be laundered soon and will soon be deposited into his account.

As we were chatting, the phone rang.

"Brother Peng, Uncle Hongtaimei asked Baorong and Wei Jixiang to deliver the money. They are downstairs."

Tian Yangsheng said coldly on the other end of the phone.

"Bring the people up."

Zhou Shengpeng ordered.

Sister Ailian said in surprise: "You can do this, kidnapping the prince of a gang is more cost-effective than kidnapping a wealthy businessman, and it won't provoke the emperor's anger."

"These ten million are not so easy to come by. As soon as the prince returns, he will prepare for war."

Zhou Shengpeng's eyes were deep and flickering constantly.

At the same time, the long-lost voice of the system sounded in his mind.

[Ding, the system triggers a random mission to destroy the century-old society Hongtai. Do you accept the mission?]

"If you answer yes, you will receive a reward upon completion of the task. If you answer no, you will receive no reward and will not be punished."

Zhou Shengpeng immediately replied, "Yes."

Hongtai Prince Chen Tailong is Chen Mei's lifeblood. Since she has touched the prince, she must be prepared for Hongtai's revenge.

We have to face it anyway, and we must take on this task of the system.

Sister Ailian couldn't tell what he was thinking. She knew that what was going to happen next was not something she could participate in, so she quietly withdrew.

A few minutes later, Bao Rong and Wei Jixiang stood in the office.

Wei Jixiang was wearing simple clothes and his hair was very messy.

It looks very shabby from the outside.

And he doesn't have the spirit of a gang member.

He looked completely dejected.

Originally, Wei Jixiang was considered a man.

For the sake of his boss Chen Tailong, he directly blinded one eye of Sangbo, the boss of the Number Gang.

This also led to his being retaliated by Sang Bo, his wife was tragically killed, and he was left with a son to raise.

Therefore, Wei Jixiang fell into grief and fear of losing his loved ones and was unable to recover.

"Hello, Brother Peng. This is our Hongtai Hall Master Bao Rong. My name is Wei Jixiang. We have brought 10 million to take the prince home."

Wei Jixiang said hesitantly.

"It's so late at night, and I still let you come over to give me money. That's really polite of you."

Zhou Shengpeng looked at Bao Rong and Wei Jixiang, obviously taking advantage of the situation.

Bao Rong looked at his despicable appearance and wanted to beat him up.

But he didn't see the prince at this time, so he could only ask: "Where is the prince?"

"Ah Sheng, take this Bao Rong to pick up the prince."

"Wei Jixiang, you stay and help count."

Zhou Shengpeng pointed at Wei Jixiang.

Wei Jixiang opened the safe, took out piles of money, and helped count them.

This was the first time he had touched so much money in all his years at Hongtai.

He followed the prince diligently and served him at his beck and call, but the prince treated him like a dog.

When he is happy, he calls me over to have fun, and when he is unhappy, he kicks me away.

Often, even the most basic salary is not enough.

As he counted the money, Wei Jixiang felt more and more uncomfortable.

Ten minutes later, Wei Jixiang counted the money and compared the amount with Tian Yangsheng.

"Brother Peng, I've counted it. It's exactly 10 million." Tian Yangsheng closed the password box and said.

"Put the money away first." Zhou Shengpeng asked Tian Yangsheng to take the money and leave.

In the office, only the uneasy Wei Jixiang and Zhou Shengpeng were left.

Zhou Shengpeng pulled out a red wallet from his pocket, flicked it with his fingers, took out two cigarettes, and handed one to Wei Jixiang: "Want one?"

Wei Jixiang was a little flattered.

Kunpeng's name has spread like wildfire in the world.

Such an arrogant person actually handed a cigarette to a little Luo Luo. No one would believe it if they told others about it.

He carefully took the cigarette and then tactfully helped Zhou Shengpeng light it.

A big boss and a henchman stood in front of the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, puffing out cigarettes.

"I heard from Ruby that you have a very cute son who studies in the attached primary school. I think he's in the same school as Zhaolong from the Jiuwenlong family, right?"

Zhou Shengpeng started talking.

A hint of tenderness flashed in Wei Jixiang's eyes: "Yeah, you recognize that kid Zhaolong too? He's already naughty enough, but you don't know that my Dahong is even naughtier."

"I always get into fights with someone at school, and my face is bruised and battered."

"Boys, being a little naughty, it means they're smart. But, your face is bruised, are you sure it's really because of your naughtiness? Did you get beaten up?"

Zhou Shengpeng raised his eyebrows and asked back.

"You can't, little kid, jumping around..."

Wei Jixiang lowered his voice, frowned, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Ruby usually takes care of Dahong, right?"

Zhou Shengpeng asked slowly.

"She is helping me take care of Dahong, which makes me feel much more relaxed. I am very grateful to her from the bottom of my heart." Wei Jixiang replied.

"Ruby asked me to show you a set of photos."

Zhou Shengpeng walked to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out the photos he had prepared long ago.

Above is the scene of Chen Tailong violently beating Wei Jixiang's son, Dahong.

Wei Jixiang tightly grasped the photo in his hand, his eyes bloodshot and bloodshot: "Son of a bitch."

He worked hard for Chen Tailong, but this bastard didn't even let a child go.

No wonder Dahong has had so many bruises on his body recently.

When asked, he didn't dare to say who hit him.

Ruby tried to find him several times to talk to him, but he was busy so she didn't catch up.

It turned out that Ruby wanted to tell him that Chen Tailong, whom he had always worked hard for, treated Dahong in this way.

The more he thought about it, the tighter he clenched his fists. He could tolerate whatever the prince did to him, but he was furious at how he treated the child.

Zhou Shengpeng observed Wei Jixiang's changing expressions.

He knew that this little bit of information was not enough.

He crushed the cigarette butt and continued, "Are you furious now? Do you want to tear the prince into pieces and feed them to the dogs?"

"But, would you dare to see him?"

"Do you dare to stand up to him, to Hongtai?"

Zhou Shengpeng's three consecutive questions gradually calmed Wei Jixiang down.