Rebirth of Hong Kong Variety Show

Chapter 112 Take the initiative
leave the company.

Ji Bu walked forward for a while, turned into a small alley, and got into the phone booth next to him.

He tilted his head and clamped the receiver on his shoulder, shook out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, looked outside, took out the lighter and wiped it on the wall.

The flames jumped.

"Zi"

Ji Bu took a drag on his cigarette, and held the phone in the other hand: "The ghost has been found, what's the situation at your police station? Is there any movement?"

The "ghost" Heichai has been dealt with. According to Brother Shan and the others, there must be a policeman on the scene to catch him first.

"Your news is quite fast."

Miao Zhihua speaks energetically now, returning to the position of Chief Inspector, his tone of voice is much more confident:
"However, I really don't know who issued this order."

"do not know?"

Ji Bu exhaled the smoke and looked outside the phone booth.

"Is such that."

Miao Zhihua explained quickly: "The arrest of the flour trade last night was worked out by several senior police superintendents."

"So, I really don't know who it is. I can only say that we can lock it down. The other party is a senior police superintendent."

"Senior Superintendent."

Ji Bu nodded, glanced at the passers-by who were walking towards the phone booth and then standing in line outside: "That's it."

He hung up the phone and came out with his hands in his pockets with a cigarette in his mouth. He muttered, "As expected of a senior superintendent, he's quite smart. He knows how to hide himself."

Several senior police superintendents jointly discussed and researched the action, but I really don't know who it is.

Out of the alley.

Ji Bu got into another car and went straight to find Wu Fei.

Wu Fei is living a happy life now, and he is in charge of a group of people who are enjoying themselves all day long. When he heard that Ji Bu had something to do for him, he immediately became interested.

The task Ji Bu gave Wu Fei was also very simple: to keep an eye on Brother Shan.

at the moment.

If they don't do things for them, they don't have anyone who can get them out of their own hands, and this batch of goods destined for Yue Nan has to be handled by someone.

Lin Kun handed over the matter to Brother Shan. If there is no accident, Brother Shan must find someone to do it himself.

and so.

He needs to let Wu Fei follow Brother Shan, and only after he understands Brother Shan's movements can he make further deployments.

"Don't worry!"

Wu Fei slapped his chest and agreed: "If you leave this matter to me, you have found the right person."

"When I didn't hang out with big bosses before, I used to hang out with people often, and I never missed a spot."

"be careful."

Ji Bu nodded, and reminded him again: "Don't publicize this matter to the outside world. It's fine for you alone to know about it. Report it to me directly."

"Do not worry."

Wu Fei put away his sloppy expression, and began to become serious: "I know what Fly knows, and I even remember how kind the boss is to me."

"What happened last time, brother Shan almost killed you. We all know it in our hearts. In my heart, I only recognize you as a big boss."

"Why should I follow him? I'm not interested. I only know that you asked me to follow him, big brother. It's right for me to follow him."

"Hehe, brat."

Ji Bu smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and nodded in satisfaction.

Don't look at Wu Fei's usual sloppy look, but he is really reliable if you really want him to do things.

For stalking.

He borrowed a very low-key car, specially put on makeup on himself, and walked alone. In just one day, he gave Ji Bu a signal:

"Boss, I found out. Brother Shan made an appointment with the three brothers of Yue Nan Gang at the nightclub in Yau Tsim Mong tonight."

"Yue Nan Gang?!"

Ji Bu's heart shuddered, and he recalled it immediately: "Okay, I know what's in my mind, you can stop here."

"it is good."

After dismissing the flies, Ji Bu took out a cigarette and lit it.

Brother Shan made an appointment with the Yue Nan Gang, and this batch of goods will be sent to Yue Nan, so he can easily guess the purpose of finding the Yue Nan Gang.

Yue Nanbang.

The death of brother Ali was inseparable from them.

Just right.

It really came together.

However, how to deal with this matter?
Ji Bu frowned and smoked a cigarette, his thoughts were active, and finally, a person appeared in his mind.

"You can try."

Ji Bu stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, got up and walked outside.

He waited on the side of the road for a while, stopped a passing taxi, opened the door and got in:
"Heng Lian Finance Co., Ltd."

Henglian Finance Company.

The counterfeit banknote company that Song Zihao and Mark Lee used to work for.

Soon.

The car stopped by the side of the road, Ji Bu paid the fare, and just got out of the car when he happened to see Ma Keli who was limping and cleaning the car on the side of the road.

Mark Li's condition is relatively weak, with messy hair and unshaven beard, and the long T he is wearing has several holes.

At this moment.

The gate of Henglian Finance Company.

A group of several people came out from inside surrounded by a tall middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man had a tall hairline, wearing a suit and leather shoes, and a big windbreaker over it, walking at the front of the line with his hands in his pockets.

Followed by a group of younger brothers in the same suit and leather shoes, majestic and majestic.

He is now Tan Cheng of Henglian Financial Company.

"Be the boss."

Ma Keli looked at Tan Cheng who came out, and limped to help him open the car door, making room for him.

"The car is well cleaned."

Tan Cheng reached out his pocket and took out a stack of banknotes, ordered a few and threw them on the ground: "Take it to eat."

Done.

Without looking at Mark Lee, he got into the car.

A group of people got into the car, and the convoy drove away one after the other.

Mark Lee glanced at the leaving convoy, flung the towel over his shoulders, bent down to pick up the banknotes on the ground, and limped towards the underground garage under the building.

In the underground garage.

A small warehouse is his current foothold.

Ma Keli was sitting on a chair, holding a box of lunch with chopsticks in his mouth, and while eating, he noticed a shadow around him, and then turned his head.

Ji Bu stood beside him with the backlight.

"Mark Lee."

Ji Bu smiled and looked at Mark Lee while eating: "Let's meet again."

"It's you?"

Mark Lee chewed the food in his mouth, picked out a piece of fat and threw it on the ground: "What are you doing here?"

He naturally had an impression of Ji Bu.

"Come and see our majestic pony brother."

Ji Bu pulled away the stool beside him familiarly, sat down opposite Ma Keli, took out a cigarette and gave him one.

Mark Lee didn't refuse either, he lit up a cigarette and smoked with squinted eyes.

"Mark Lee."

Ji Bu smiled and looked at Mark Li: "Now you are famous on the road. At the price of a leg in the bloody battle at Fenglin Pavilion Restaurant, you killed more than ten people from Xiaowang's team to avenge Song Zihao, and you are admired by many people."

"hiss"

Mark Lee squinted and smoked a cigarette, but did not speak.

"but."

Ji Bu's eyes fell on Mark Lee's left leg, which was on the steel frame, and he reached out and patted his knee:
"I'm a little curious, your legs are obviously fine, why do you pretend to be lame and live in this small basement, and serve as Tan Cheng's car cleaner."

"Shh!"

Ma Keli paused with his fingers holding the cigarette, shrunk his eyes and glanced at Ji Bu, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, jumped up from his seat and pressed to Ji Bu.

Ji Bu sat on the seat with a cigarette in his mouth, tilted his head back to avoid the hand that was grabbing his neck, and waved his right hand out.

He grabbed Mark Lee's outstretched wrist and pulled it to both sides, and bent his right elbow against Mark Lee's neck, holding him in place instead:
"It seems that Brother Xiao Ma is still only suitable for gun battles, and it's still a little bit interesting in a close combat posture."

Ji Bu smiled and shook his head, then released Mark Li.

"Humph."

Ma Keli snorted coldly, but didn't make any more moves. He took a mouthful of cigarettes, and squinted at Ji Bu:

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"I don't really want to do anything."

Ji Bu had a clear mind and did not follow Mark Li's words, but continued on his own:
"Let me guess, the motive of the famous Xiao Ma, who endured humiliation, pretended to be crippled, and was willing to stay in Henglian as a car cleaner."

Ma Keli listened to Ji Bu's words, ignored him, and continued to smoke.

"Song Zihao took Tan Cheng to Wanwan to trade counterfeit banknotes, but was blackmailed by Xiao Wang, and was finally caught by the Wanwan police. He is still serving his sentence in Wanwan Prison."

"Tan Cheng, who went with him, was able to escape because of Song Zihao's protection. When he came back, he directly took over the counterfeit banknote group and took the position of boss."

Ji Bu spoke very fast, and his thoughts were extremely clear, and he continued to talk with eloquence:
"You first killed Xiao Wang to avenge Song Zihao, and then secretly investigated and found out that this black-eating gangster incident was actually staged by Tan Cheng and Xiao Wang. You are very unwilling."

"So, you just pretend that you are lame, give Tan Cheng the illusion that you are no longer a threat, and stay in Henglian Finance Company."

"You have only one purpose for staying here: you are waiting for Song Zihao, waiting for Song Zihao to be released from prison, and waiting for him to come back."

"Actually, you don't care about status and status, but such a beautiful thing is lost in an instant, and you can't be reconciled when you think about it."

Ji Bu straightened his back a little, leaned forward, and looked at Ma Keli with burning eyes:
"You are waiting for an opportunity. You don't want to prove how great you are. You just want to prove what you lost so you must get it back with your own hands!"

"You are lurking here just waiting for a suitable opportunity. When Song Zihao comes back from prison, you two brothers will join hands to bring down Tan Cheng!"

"I said so, didn't I?!"

After Ji Bu finished speaking, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he looked at Mark Li with burning eyes, with a half-smile, as if he had seen through everything.

"..."

Ma Keli pursed his lips, and tried to stand up again, but Ji Bu pressed his shoulders and pushed him back on the seat.

"Looks like I guessed right."

Ji Bu looked at Mark Li with a smile: "I didn't come to you today to expose you, and I'm not interested in meddling in the affairs between you and them."

Ma Keli sat on the seat with his head down and smoked a cigarette, and asked in a low voice, "What are you looking for me for today?"

At this moment, Ma Keli was a little surprised. He didn't know why Ji Bu made his investigation so clear.

At first.

It was only a one-time meeting between the two of them at Fenglin Pavilion Restaurant, and he guessed about pretending to be lame, which is quite understandable.

but.

How did he know what was going on in his heart?It's like I've never told anyone about it.

How does this kid know?
"I know you may have a lot of doubts in your heart, but it doesn't matter."

Ji Bu seemed to see through Mark Li's inner activities at the moment: "I came to you today because I want to cooperate with you."

"I don't know, is Brother Ma interested?!"

"Work with me?"

Mark Lee smiled, and replied without thinking: "Sorry, I'm not interested in cooperating with you. I, Mark Lee, am used to fighting alone, and I'm not interested in being small for others."

"Don't rush to reject me."

Ji Bu stretched out his hand and pulled the stool forward, sat down in front of Mark Li, and continued:
"I know you, you really want to take revenge, and you really want to get back the face you lost. You want to leave Hong Kong Island with Song Zihao after destroying Tan Cheng, and continue to live in another place."

His tone became heavier: "Your idea is indeed very good, but have you ever thought about a key question?"

"Ah."

Hearing this, Ma Keli raised his head to look at Ji Bu, but still didn't speak.

"Your thoughts are too idealistic, and you haven't considered Song Zihao's real thoughts at all. Your thoughts are too wishful thinking."

Ji Bu talked eloquently, and began to analyze it for Mark Li: "Your thoughts are very simple and rude, and your kindness and hatred are happy, but Song Zihao can't be like you."

"Song Zihao also has a younger brother, Song Zijie. Song Zijie is a police officer. Their father also died because of Song Zihao. Song Zijie hates his brother very much."

"Even if you can endure the humiliation and wait until Song Zihao is released from prison, Song Zihao may not be willing to continue at that time. Song Zihao may point to a new life."

"Ha ha."

Mark Li sneered disdainfully: "You don't have to worry about this kind of thing, it's a matter between our two brothers."

"I know this is a matter between you two brothers, but now I want to persuade you to do something for me."

Ji Bu didn't beat around the bush when he spoke, and said very straightforwardly: "But have you ever considered Song Zihao? He also has a younger brother. If he follows you and continues to have a happy enmity, what will happen to his younger brother?"

"I know that you, Mark Lee, would never force your brother to do what he didn't want to do, but your purpose and Song Zihao's purpose run counter to each other, and your ideas are inherently in conflict."

"Taking a step back, in this society, the waves behind the Yangtze River will always push the waves ahead. Although Tan Cheng's methods of taking power are immoral, you can't deny Tan Cheng's ability."

"Facts have proved that this counterfeit banknote group is developing very well under Tan Cheng's hands. The business is getting bigger and better. The people under him are also well managed. This counterfeit banknote group is not developing as normally as Song Zihao."

"In other words, Tan Cheng is more suitable to be the boss than Song Zihao."

What Ji Bu said was extremely naked and straightforward, and he didn't save Song Zihao and Ma Keli at all.

"Is that what you mean?"

Mark Lee glanced at Ji Bu sideways, and said coldly: "You go now, for the sake of helping me and brother Hao last time in the nightclub, I can let you go."

"I'm not finished yet."

Ji Bu cleared his throat, stretched out his hand to loosen the button of his shirt at the neckline, and continued to speak in a posture:
"Tan Cheng is developing so well now. Even if Song Zihao is willing to help you after he is released from prison, it will be very difficult to defeat them with just the two of you. I say this, do you agree?"

Mark Lee glanced at him coldly, but did not speak.

He has a strong personality and always revenges every revenge, but he will not be stubborn and will not refute Ji Bu.

Because what Ji Bu said was the truth.

"You don't have to be afraid of death, you can fail, and you are willing to go to the street for your own sake, but what about Song Zihao, if he goes to the street, what will his brother do?"

"Song Zihao has thrown himself into the street. What's the point of him being in prison for the past few years? If you don't drag him to take revenge together, Song Zihao will be able to behave in an upright manner after he is released from prison, right?"

"Cough cough."

Ji Bu cleared his throat, and after so much preparation, he can finally start talking about himself:

"Compared with Tan Cheng, you guys have a huge disparity in strength. There is no doubt that you, Mark Li, are brave and powerful, but it is really too difficult to beat Tan Cheng."

"However, if someone helps you, coupled with your Mark Lee ability, revenge will be very simple."

"If someone helps you, Song Zihao won't have to be involved anymore. In this way, you can avenge yourself without implicating your own brother."

Mark Lee's expression fluctuated, he stared at Ji Bu, and basically guessed what he was going to say next.

"It can be seen from your expression that you should have already guessed what I'm going to say next."

Ji Bu bared his teeth and smiled, lit a cigarette for himself again, raised his hand and stroked his short shreds smartly, and said coquettishly:
"Obviously, I, Ji Bu, is the one who can help you."

"You help me do things, and I will help you settle Tan Cheng, and Song Zihao will not be implicated. We are mutually beneficial and perfect."

"What do you think? Brother Ma?!"

Speaking of it.

Ji Bu didn't continue to talk, he had already said what he had to say, as to whether Mark Li was willing or not, that was his own business.

"Is there any water?"

With a relaxed tone, Ji Bu picked up a box of mineral water in the corner with a sweep of his eyes, took out a bottle and opened it, and "Ton Ton Ton" drank half of the bottle in one go:

"I'm not in a hurry. I can give you time to think about it. Just give me a reply when the time comes. I can give it to you in half a day."

He screwed on the cap of the mineral water spring bottle, got up and walked outside.

"Wait a moment."

Ma Keli, who had been smoking silently, called out to Ji Bu who was about to leave, looked at Ji Bu who turned around, and met his eyes:

"Sit down and talk."

"it is good."

Ji Bu nodded with great satisfaction: "I've heard that our little Ma brother is happy with his love and hatred, and he never does things sloppily. Today I really understand it."

He sat back on his seat again, took out the soft box Marlboro in red and white packaging in his pocket, and sent one to Mark Li:
"Come on, tell me about your problem."

"Why do you help me? Why can I trust you?"

Mark Lee sniffed and put the cigarette in his mouth: "There are never things for no reason in this world, right?"

"correct."

Ji Bu snapped his fingers. Since Mark Li was straightforward, he didn't need to beat around the bush: "I think you already know what I do."

"Recently, I need someone to help me with something, and I have to make a new face."

"The people in my hands can't do this kind of thing, and they don't have the ability to be independent for the time being, but you, Mark Lee, are very suitable."

Ji Bu spoke very directly.

"You said it just now."

Ma Keli also liked Ji Bu's straight-talking personality, and then said: "I can understand that I need to help you with things, but you also said just now that Tan Cheng is not so easy to deal with."

"I will do things for you, and you will help me get rid of Tan Cheng. The interests between the two are obviously not equal. It is not that simple to get rid of Tan Cheng."

Although Mark Li is not as thoughtful as Song Zihao, he is not stupid. Ji Bu said that getting rid of Tan Cheng, compared with doing things for him by himself, the benefits of this cooperation are not equal at all.

"That's right."

Ji Bu nodded generously and admitted, and said without hesitation: "To tell you the truth, I've taken a fancy to you guys oh no, now it should be said that Yao Changqing, the boss of Henglian, owns the Baishawan Wharf."

"The location of Baishawan Wharf is so good. If you can hold it in your hand, it will be a steady stream of banknotes, and it will be much more convenient to ship goods."

"The most important thing is that I have a very urgent matter in my hand and I need someone to help me. My person is not suitable for this matter. There is another reason."

Ji Bu turned his head and looked around, then turned back to look at Mark Li: "You and Brother Hao are experts in counterfeiting banknotes, and you have also done various international transactions with Brother Hao, and people you know Naturally, there are many."

"Over there, Yue Nan, do you know any customers?"

"how?"

Mark Li glanced at Ji Bu, and said in a calm tone, "You want to make counterfeit banknotes too?"

"Of course I won't."

Ji Bu smiled and waved his hands: "Do you know Yue Nan, there are people in the flour business. I need their help with something."

"I understand."

Mark Li was thoughtful, and immediately understood what Ji Bu wanted to do.

"Besides, this matter requires you to help me show up. I can't show up."

Looking at Mark Lee's expression, Ji Bu knew that Mark Lee must know the person who was involved in the flour business in Yue Nan.

He didn't hide it, and said it very straightforwardly: "You really can help me with this matter, and others really can't do it."

"That's why I found you. Instead of enduring humiliation and lurking here with Tan Cheng, it's better to help me."

"At that time, I will help you, we will benefit each other, and there is no need to involve Brother Hao, is that the truth?"

Speaking of it.

Ji Bu paused: "I've already said what I need to say. As for whether you want to cooperate with us, Brother Ma, that's up to you. If you don't, then just pretend I didn't say anything."

"The matter between you and Tan Cheng has nothing to do with me, and I won't say what I shouldn't say. Don't worry about that. Everyone will go their own way."

"Jib."

A trace of hesitation flashed in Ma Keli's eyes, and he considered: "I will help you with things, how can you guarantee that you will help me deal with Tan Cheng?"

"Ha ha."

Ji Bu smiled: "First of all, it should be regarded as a transaction between us. I know your character, Mark Lee, and you have no habit of being petty to others. I will not command you. We are just cooperating."

"How to choose is your own decision, but if you don't cooperate with me, you may drag Song Zihao into the water, and you make your own decision."

"As for the guarantee you said, there is no evidence for it. I, Ji Bu, really can't make any substantive guarantees. I can only say that I, Ji Bu, always keep what I say and do. I promise so much."

"I'm done."

Ji Bu looked at Mark Lee calmly, and then stretched out his hand towards Mark Lee who was sitting on the seat.

Ma Keli looked Ji Bu up and down, and after a while, he reached out and grabbed Ji Bu's palm:
"What do you need me to do for you?!"

"very good."

Ji Bu smiled and nodded, and then quickly communicated with Mark Li.

Knowing Brother Shan's next move, the initiative to attack is in his hands.

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Ten p.m.

Yau Tsim Mong.

In a nightclub with an unusually conspicuous sign.

Brother Shan dressed low-key and sat on the deck, while the two boys he brought stood behind him with their hands behind their backs.

by his side.

The second child of the Yue Nan gang, Tony, was smoking a cigar, picked up the foreign wine on the table and poured it into a glass: "Come on, brother Shan, drink."

"Ha ha."

Brother Shan nodded with a smile, tasted it, and looked up and down Tony.

Tony combed his hair back and looked very casual in a floral shirt. Under the half-open shirt, his chest muscles were full of lines.

Although he was in a nightclub, he was still wearing a pair of sunglasses, which was full of style.

bathroom.

A man in a hat and vest stood in front of the toilet, about to unzip it to release the water.

Unexpectedly, the bracelet on his hand slipped and fell down, and got into the toilet.

"Depend on."

The man squatted down and directly reached out to dig in the toilet but found nothing. Then he took off his hat to cover his clenched right hand, and punched it down, causing the toilet to shatter.

He reached out again, picked up the bracelet as he wished, and walked to the booth outside.

"Come on, let me introduce you."

Tony looked at the man approaching, and looked at Brother Shan: "This is my brother Ahu." Then he motioned to Brother Shan: "Brother Shan."

Ahu glanced at Brother Shan, then stretched out his hand to take out the toilet: "Hello, Brother Shan."

Brother Shan glanced at this muscular Ahu, then reached out and shook his hand, noticing his wet palm:
"Hehe, you're sweating a lot."

"Here."

Tony then pointed to the dance floor below: "That's my real brother, brother scum."

Follow the position of his fingers.

on the dance floor.

A man in a casual suit is twisting his body and dancing on the dance floor, swimming back and forth among several hot girls, dancing enchantingly.

He has a short beard and a very clean shaved short. He is full of the taste of a middle-aged man, which attracts laughter from the hot girls around him.

"Ha ha."

Brother Shan smiled and glanced at Brother Scumbag on the dance floor, and commented: "You three brothers have quite a personality."

"good."

Tony picked up the foreign wine on the table and poured it into the glass: "I heard that brother Shan has a batch of goods that he wants to leave recently?"

"I have a lot of goods."

Brother Shan nodded and got into the topic: "The quantity of this batch is very large."

"You have to go further and further."

Tony didn't wait for Brother Shan to finish speaking, and stretched out his hand to Brother Shan's shoulder: "Of course we can let our three brothers do it."

"We came here more and more, who else is more familiar than us, right?"

He picked up the wine glass and touched Brother Shan: "We will handle it for you. As for the fee, you can divide it as you say. There is nothing to say."

"Oh."

Brother Shan looked at Tony with a smile: "So, then I really found the right person?"

"You're not talking nonsense."

Tony patted his chest and said, "You don't even look at what our three brothers do. If you want to go to Yuenan, you must look for us."

"I can say this, if we can't leave, others can't, so don't worry."

while they were talking.

Brother Zha came back from the dance floor, sat down on the sofa, lit a cigar, picked up the red wine beside him and poured it into a goblet.

"how?"

Tony looked at Brother Scum's expression, and asked casually, "Brother, what happened? Who made you unhappy."

"Damn you!"

Brother Zha took a strong puff of his cigar, exhaled a puff of thick smoke, picked up the red wine bottle in front of him and threw it at a gringo on the dance floor:

"You idiot, dare to snatch a girl from me!"

The red wine bottle smashed on the gringo's head and shattered.

"Go and deal with that gringo."

Tony snapped his fingers and signaled Ma Zai to go over: "What is it that my elder brother's woman dares to snatch!?"

Ma Zai immediately walked over there, and without waiting for the gringo to get angry, he directly pushed the man to the ground and carried him out.

"Brother Shan, it's just a small episode."

Tony looked at Brother Shan with a relaxed tone and said, "The strength of our three brothers is undeniable in the Yau Tsim Mong generation."

"That's fine."

Brother Shan thought about it for a while: "Then I will hand over this batch of goods to you to help us deal with it, and it will definitely be easy to settle the bill."

Before coming to Yue Nan to help the three brothers, Brother Shan himself had inquired about them, and it was indeed reliable to hand over the goods that went to Yue Nan to them.

and so.

The two sides also talked very happily.

"Pleasant to work with."

"Pleasant to work with."

The two sides happily raised their red wine glasses.

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Two days later.

A call came to Brother Zha.

"Brother scum."

A middle-aged voice sounded on the other end of the phone, and the other party muttered more and more: "Haha, I heard that your three brothers are doing well in Hong Kong Island now."

"Brother Chen?"

Brother Zha was taken aback for a moment, and then he mumbled back in the same fluent voice: "It's okay, it's okay, our three brothers are just eating together."

Paused.

He smiled and said: "Brother Chen called me today, is there any way to make money to play with our three brothers?!"

Brother Chen is a well-known local drug lord in Yuenan, and the three brothers have naturally heard of it.

"Hahaha"

Brother Chen raised his head and laughed loudly: "You really know how to do business."

Paused.

He then said: "Don't tell me, recently, a buyer asked me for a batch of goods. The demand is quite high, and I don't have enough goods, so I asked you three brothers if you have any tips. I recommend it."

"Goods?"

Brother Zha was taken aback when he heard the words, and said with a smile, "How much does Brother Chen want?"

"How many?"

Brother Chen curled his lips, and said with great pride: "I want as much as you have, how about it, has anyone introduced you?!"

"It's a coincidence."

Brother Zha rolled his eyes when he heard the words, and then covered the microphone and looked at Tony who was peeling apples aside: "Brother Chen asked if we have any goods."

"Have."

Tony replied without raising his head: "Ah Shan, there is a batch of goods on the street, let's help them transport it."

"Isn't it enough to give them this batch of goods?!"

"Ha ha."

Brother Zha nodded with a smile, and then nodded in agreement with Brother Chen: "Coincidentally, I happen to have a batch of goods in my hand, I will ship them to you?!"

"Row."

Brother Chen agreed directly: "Then it's settled, let's talk about the details."

"Then contact again."

The two sides hung up the phone.

After hanging up.

Brother Chen turned his head to look at Mark Li who was standing beside him: "Little Ma, for Brother Hao's sake, I'll take care of things for you."

"Thank you Brother Chen, it's not in vain that I flew all the way here to find you."

Mark Lee nodded with a smile, picked up the small suitcase beside him, opened it, and pushed it in front of Brother Chen. Inside were neatly stacked US dollars:
"Half of the U.S. dollars here is really produced by us, so I should thank Brother Chen."

"Hahaha"

Brother Chen accepted it directly with a full smile: "Say hello to Brother Hao for me."

"of course."

Ma Keli nodded with a smile, got up to say goodbye, and then hung up the phone to Ji Bu: "It's done."

(End of this chapter)