Rebirth 78 was replaced by a husband, the cold educated youth pulled the curtains every day

The reason why Mr. Shu made such a great determination was that he was even willing to let the already cleansed Shu family be stained with mud again, and to make all the members of the Song family disappear.

Having your reverse scale touched is only one aspect of the problem.

At the same time, Grandpa Shu also wanted those families who had set their sights on Shu Wen to open their eyes and take a closer look.

The reason why the Song family ended up like this was because Song Yaozu had set his sights on Shu Wen.

If anyone dares to provoke the tiger, then the Song family will serve as a warning to these people!

The old man is just killing the chicken to scare the monkey.

Uncle De made several calls.

The underground forces in Hong Kong were instantly in an uproar.

As long as you kill one person, you can get 200 million Hong Kong dollars, and the other person is just a poor person.

Such a large sum of money immediately made many members uneasy, and they began to inquire about the whereabouts of the Song family.

It is hard to say exactly how many gangs there are in Hong Kong. After all, there are more than twenty gangs under the name "和" (He).

There are countless short mules and gangsters.

With so many people using various channels to dig up the Song family, it is not a difficult task at all.

What's more, the news of Song Hui's arrest was still blocked at this time, and the two brothers of the Song family had no idea about it.

at night.

At Song Laosan's home.

Jingle Bell......

Song Laosan, who had just finished his midnight snack and was feeling a little irritable, was sitting on the sofa smoking when the phone on the table suddenly rang.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" Song Laosan's voice was filled with dissatisfaction.

"I'm looking for Mr. Song from Song Freight." A male voice sounded on the other end of the line.

Seeing that the other party was looking for him, Song Lao San responded directly: "It's me, who are you?"

But what was very strange was that after Song Laosan finished speaking, the other party actually hung up the phone.

beep...

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Song Lao San was very angry: "Fuck off! Which bastard is making such a random call!"

Song Laosan hung up the phone.

Ever since burying his father, Song Laosan has been wondering whether he should listen to his second brother and sell the company, then use the money to start a new life in Singapore.

During this period, their company's business volume dropped sharply, and the little work they took on was not enough to fill up the car with gas.

Losing money every day.

This gave Song Lao San a headache.

Ring, ring, ring...

The phone that I had just put down rang again.

Song Laosan grabbed the phone, thinking it was the same person calling from before, and shouted rudely: "Who the hell are you?"

"What's wrong, Third Brother? It's me." The second brother's voice rang out, interrupting Song Third Brother.

"Ah, nothing. Someone just made a random phone call. It's so late. What are you calling me about?"

On the other end of the phone, Song Laoer and his family had already packed up all kinds of items.

The house was filled with packed furniture.

Song Lao Er sat on the sofa and said into the microphone:

"I don't have anything else to say, except to tell you that I've almost finished everything I need to do here. I've already sold the company and the house. The day after tomorrow, my family and I will be leaving Hong Kong."

"So fast!" Song Laosan was a little surprised.

"It's not that fast. The company has already negotiated it a long time ago and made a change in the equity transaction."

"Land prices have risen sharply, and houses are now selling very well."

"I called you, firstly to tell you that I'm leaving, and secondly to remind you to be careful in Hong Kong from now on."

"The eldest brother has gone crazy now. I don't know what he is doing all day. I can't find him by phone because he is beating people. My sister-in-law also said that I don't know what he is doing recently and he is not at home all day."

"I'm worried. With the boss's personality, he might really cause some trouble. Then he'll just have to suffer, but he won't want to drag you down with him." Song Lao Er said over the phone.

"No way? He has ruined the company, what else can he do?" said Song Lao San.

"Who did Yaozu inherit his personality from? It's the eldest brother. Both of them like to take risks. It was fine when their father was around, but now that his father is gone, there's no one to control the eldest brother. It's hard to say what he can do."

Ding Dong...Ding Dong~!

Just as Song Laosan was listening to his second brother's phone call, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Hearing the sound of the door, Song Lao San said into the microphone: "Second brother, wait a moment, I'll go open the door."

Putting down the microphone, Song Laosan stood up and walked towards the door.

Lying on the peephole and looking out, Song Laosan saw a young man outside the door wearing restaurant waiter's clothes, carrying an insulated box for delivering meals.

"Who?"

"Hello, I'm from Hutchison Restaurant delivering late-night snacks."

Song Laosan's mind was full of questions.

He had already finished the midnight snack he ordered, and it wasn't from Hutchison Restaurant.

"What Hutchison Restaurant? I didn't order your meal." Song Lao San shouted outside the door.

The man outside the door also had an impatient look on his face, as if he was in a hurry: "The address is correct, brother, I'm in a hurry, please open the door and sign for it, I'm in a hurry to go somewhere else."

Without giving it much thought, Song Laosan immediately unlocked the door and opened it.

"I didn't order your meal."

Looking at the person who opened the door, the young man who delivered the food had a hint of joy in his eyes. He also had a small piece of paper in his hand. He compared it with the paper and asked:

"The address is correct. You are Mr. Song from the Song Freight Company, right?"

"It's me, that's right." Song Lao San responded with great confusion.

Hearing this answer, the young man who delivered the food became even more excited.

"That's right."

The young man opened the lid of the insulated box in front of Song Laosan.

Reach inside.

But the next second, what he took out was not a midnight snack, but a pistol with a silencer!

puff~

A puff of green smoke came out of the muzzle of the gun.

A bullet flew out and hit Song Laosan's forehead accurately.

"Done, 200 million, that's easy money!"

The young man looked happy and did not leave immediately.

Instead, he stepped directly into the room, pulled Song Lao San, who had no idea what was happening until his death, into the room with one hand, and closed the door casually.

The young man checked the whole house but found no one else.

Only then did he return to the living room with peace of mind.

Taking out a camera from the insulated box and opening the dust cover on the lens, the young man pressed the shutter button at Song Laosan's face on the ground.

After taking the photo, the young man took out a rag and wiped all the places he had walked on while walking backwards.

card wipe.

The door closed again, as if nothing had happened here.

However, the young man did not notice that the microphone of the landline phone on the corner table next to the sofa was always connected.