Rebirth of Hong Kong Variety Show

night.

Dafugui Restaurant.

Yang Koukou had already reserved a large private room for them to come back, and Ajun and Lin Kun's son Lin Bai were waiting for them at the entrance of the restaurant.

These days, the sisterhood between Yang Koukou and Ajun has sublimated in a straight line. People of the same age can talk about a topic.

Coupled with the help of this little cute Lin Bai who can now crawl around by himself, the relationship between the two sisters became even closer. .

The two are as close as sisters. In the depths of their relationship, they bought each other beautiful jewelry and gave each other gifts to show their love.
"Come here."

Hua Tsai stood up and raised his glass to cheers to everyone: "The three of us just waited at home and did nothing but prepare good wine and food to clean up the dust for everyone. Brother Hao is also welcome to come out. From now on, we will be in a hurry."

"Yes Yes."

Yang Koukou let go of Ji Bu's hand, picked up the goblet to agree, and corrected Hua Tsai's words:
"It's not just three people, there is also my little guy Lin Bai, who has been thinking about his godfather these days."

"Eh."

Wu Fei pinched off the cigarette and stood up holding the cup: "Sister Kou Kou, what you said is wrong, what is Lin Bai thinking of the big brother as a godfather, it is too favoritism."

"According to what I said, we all want to be Lin Bai's godfather. If anyone dares to bully him in the future, one, two, three, four, five, six or seven godfathers will stand beside him, and the aura will be filled immediately."

Indeed it is.

Lin Bai's godfather group has some background.

Aji and Luo Tianhong, who are in the front row on the combat power list, Ma Keli and Song Zihao, who once had a place in the counterfeit banknote circle, plus Wu Fei, Hua Tsai, and Song Zijie from the police circle, are really big enough.

"Um"

It was rare for A Ji to express his agreement: "In the future, I will teach my godson the ability to fight in close quarters. Ordinary three or five people will not be able to bully him."

Luo Tianhong flicked the blue bangs hanging down on her forehead, and said without hesitation, not to be outdone:

"I taught my godson swordsmanship and passed on my Eight-faced Han Sword to him."

"You have all said that, then I must not be missing."

Mark Lee held a toothpick in his mouth: "Brother Hao and I will teach him marksmanship."

"And me, and my crowfly!"

Wu Ying stood up, how could he be missing: "If anyone bullies him in the future, just mention my brother Wu Ying's name, just one name is enough."

"Um"

Ni Yongxiao groaned, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said politely:
"If my godson wants to start a business in the future, I will definitely take him along."

"I don't agree with me!"

Xiaomei stretched out her hand to push away the crowfly that was hugging her, and squinted at him: "What's the matter? You men look down on women like us, don't you?"

"Just recognize you godfathers, and don't recognize us godmothers?!"

She got up and came to Yang Koukou's side, took Yang Koukou's hand and stood up: "Lin Bai must have sister Koukou and me as godmothers."

"Humph."

Crowfly exhaled smoke, humming and chirping: "We are godfathers, you are famous, what's the benefit of being godmother?!"

"I can scold him!"

Xiaomei put her hands on her hips, saw Wu Fei bickering with her, and immediately walked around the table to Wu Fei's side, stretching out her hand to grab his ear:

"That's right. Our Brother Wufly is so powerful that he dares to talk back to me now. Let's go to bed on the floor tonight."

"No."

Crowfly immediately raised his hands in surrender: "Honey, that's not what I meant."

"Xiaomei is mighty!"

Hua Tsai didn't think it was a big deal when he watched the excitement, he immediately booed, causing everyone to burst into laughter, and the atmosphere was lively and relaxed.

"Um"

Ajun's condition is adjusted very well now, holding Lin Bai's palms with both hands and supporting his armpits, standing on the table:

"I think this group of godfathers is very well-known, so I will agree to come down for Lin Bai first, and recognize you godfathers."

"However, the godfather admitted it, but ah, all of you godfathers must prepare the gifts for the godsons."

"Hahaha"

Everyone laughed and stood up to raise their glasses and drank.

After dinner.

Everyone felt that it was not enjoyable enough, so they went to the newly opened open-air bar under New World to continue to relax.

on the rooftop.

Everyone continued to drink lively, and in the distance, the flashing neon lights all showed the prosperity of Hong Kong Island.

"call"

Ji Bu stood in front of the railing on the roof, leaned over the railing, and looked down at the busy traffic below:
"I never expected that the night view of Hong Kong Island would be so beautiful."

"of course."

Song Zijie came to Ji Bu with half a glass of foreign wine, and handed him the glass: "Abu, thank you for helping our brothers so much."

"Without you, Brother Hao would probably have to stay in prison for more than a year."

"You're welcome."

Ji Bu waved his hand, took a sip from the wine glass: "Between friends, this is a trivial matter, nothing to worry about."

"Um"

Song Zijie groaned, put down the wine glass in his hand, took out a cigarette and lit it for Ji Bu, and lit one himself, took a deep breath, and turned to look at Song Zihao and Mark Lee who were drinking with everyone:

"My brother went the wrong way when he was young, but now he can come out and change his mind and start a new life. I am very happy."

"It's just that what I'm worried about is what happened to him before."

"Ha ha."

Ji Bu exhaled smoke towards the distant sky: "What? Are you worried? Don't worry, I'm doing right now, and he can't do anything else."

He didn't wait for Song Zijie to finish speaking, and dispelled Song Zijie's worries: "Just like Brother Ma, don't worry."

Ji Bu turned around, leaning his back against the railing and looked at the crowd over there: "Don't forget, we are now serious people, the Undercover Alliance."

"Ordinary characters don't dare to provoke us at all, so there is no need to worry so much."

"Ha ha."

Song Zijie reached out and patted his head, then picked up the cup again: "Thank you."

"Um"

Ji Bu nodded and patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, let's have a drink together."

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North District.

Cai Yuanqi Villa.

Cai Yuanqi, who was wearing pajamas, was sitting on the balcony, as if in a state of tranquility, dazed by the oncoming wind.

The cigar that was burning in his hand was blown by the wind, and the smoke was messy.

"Cai Sir."

The subordinate came up from the outside and came to Cai Yuanqi's side: "This afternoon, Ali's ashes have been sent to the cemetery, and Ji Bu buried him."

"Um"

Cai Yuanqi responded blankly, picked up the cigar and took a strong puff. The thick smoke enveloped him, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

The balcony fell into silence again.

It must be several minutes later.

The subordinate looked at Cai Yuanqi who was still sitting motionless, and couldn't help but said out loud, "Let's go, Sir Cai, it's cold outside, it's getting late, you should also rest."

Cai Yuanqi ignored him.

"Ali's matter, no one thought of it."

The subordinate carefully considered the words, and continued to persuade: "At first, I thought we could get rid of Ji Bu, but after all, Ali was too impatient, and Ji Bu took advantage of his loopholes."

"This kind of thing may happen. In the original battle, there must be the one who fell. If Ali fell, it would be bad luck, let's."

"okay."

Cai Yuanqi stretched out his hand in displeasure and interrupted his words: "That's not what I thought, just a mere Ali, if he dies, he will die."

"Um"

The subordinate's lips twitched, his expression froze for a moment before he realized, and quickly said: "That's right, it's just Ali."

It turned out that I was thinking too much, thinking that Cai Yuanqi was heartbroken for Ali's death.

"What I'm worried about now is that Ali died suddenly, and I won't be able to contact them in a short time."

Cai Yuanqi kept talking: "The territory that Ali has built in Mexico over the years must not be able to gain a firm foothold. The situation there is so complicated that it will definitely be annexed by other forces before we intervene."

The news of Ali's death reached Cai Yuanqi's ears, but Cai Yuanqi was not too sad. In his eyes, Ali was just a pawn he used.

It's just that this chess piece took a lot of effort to cultivate, and it was suddenly useless, which inevitably made him feel that the loss was huge.

After Ali's accident, he tried to contact people in Mexico, but they only recognized Ali, and Ali's accident got out of control.

"Ugh"

Cai Yuanqi sighed and shook his head: "Once Ali dies, if Mexico gets out of control, we will be very sad next time."

long ago.

Most of the funds for his operation come from the line run by Ali's white fans. Now that Ali is dead, this line will be cut off.

Without the support of this major source of funds, the funds provided by the companies in my own hands are far from enough to operate the interest chain of my group.

Everyone is bound together by interests. If there is an irreparable loss of interests, it will become uncontrollable.

for a short period of time.

Cai Yuanqi felt huge financial pressure.

"How about this."

After Cai Yuanqi thought for a long time, there was no better way for the time being: "Go and check with the financial group, how much money we still have in hand."

"In addition, how much money can be recovered from the thread in Ali's hand? If Ali is dead, all these threads that can be recovered will be collected, otherwise something will happen."

"Okay, I know."

The subordinate nodded, and thought briefly: "By the way, Ji Bu and the others are back now, how should we deal with them?!"

"Don't mind them"

Cai Yuanqi let out a sigh of relief, frowned and shook his head again and again with some headaches, now he feels upset when he hears the name Ji Bu.

Paused.

He stopped his subordinate who was about to leave, and said, "Well, Ji Bu still needs to take care of it."

"You go to contact Ma Jun and let Ma Jun go to Wang Bao's place to poke the fire. At this time, Wang Bao is just going to go to Teng Jibu, leaving us a little breathing time."

"Wang Bao asked Ali to take so many goods before, and gave Ali a large deposit and advance payment for the goods."

Cai Yuanqi spoke quickly: "Right now, all of this batch of goods has been folded in Wanwan, and we will definitely not give him any more money. Just say that the money is in Ali's possession and not in our hands."

"If Wang Bao has any ideas, then let Wang Bao handle it by himself. If there is a wrong and a debt, we will definitely not take responsibility for it."

"Ok!"

The subordinate's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he nodded in agreement.

"ASAP!"

Cai Yuanqi tapped his fingers on the table: "Be sure to take this opportunity to take back all the threads that can be collected, and don't let Ji Bu and the others stare at them."

"Yes!"

The subordinate agreed again, and quickly withdrew.

"Hem home shovel!"

Cai Yuanqi listened to the footsteps of his subordinates getting farther and farther away, gritted his teeth and stared at the bustling night scene of Hong Kong Island in the distance, the masseter muscles on both sides of his cheeks squirmed with the movement of his teeth:
"Can't make it through?!"

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this time.

Wang Bao's life was very prosperous. After Ali took a batch of goods, the business in the factory immediately changed qualitatively.

The market that had been vacant due to Lin Kun's arrest and imprisonment was already empty. After the new goods in Wang Bao's hands gained a very good reputation, they immediately spread in the circle.

Many gangsters who were out of stock and hungry came to Wang Bao and bought what he had.

In a short period of time, Wang Bao sold the batch of goods in his hand and made a lot of money.

Not only that, as Ali told him at the beginning, this batch of goods Wang Bao has a regional monopoly, and he naturally acted as a middleman.

Several associations paid him deposits, took goods in his hands, stabilized the market, and made money together.

and so.

In less than a month, Wang Bao made a lot of money, and his power directly doubled.

After the funds were quickly withdrawn, Wang Bao once again had a new idea.

After Ali's batch of goods arrives, should I renegotiate a new contract with him.

Let yourself be his exclusive, and all those who want to buy goods can only pass through their own hands.

The idea is this.

only.

Then came the bad news: Ali hit the street in Wanwan.

Hearing this news, Wang Bao's whole body felt bad for an instant. He had a bad feeling and tried to contact Ali's people, but he couldn't get in touch.

Not only Wang Bao's own interests were affected, but the offline he developed also began to put pressure on him.

With Ali's going offline, more and more club bosses who knew the news came to Wang Baolai to ask for money.

Ali's supply of goods has been cut off, and he, Wang Bao, still has a fart of goods in his hand.

According to the rules, it has never been said that there is a margin between buyers and sellers of white fans.

The reason why they gave Wang Bao a deposit is because the supply of white powder in the market is insufficient, and everyone is waiting for the white powder to open.

Secondly, this batch of goods is really good. Some people tried to talk to Ali in private, and wanted to bypass Wang Bao and trade directly with Ali, but they were all rejected by Ali.

Ali's attitude at the beginning was very firm: to do business, go to Wang Bao, and don't talk to me.

It was just like this that Wang Bao took the opportunity to grab a lot of money for himself.

now.

Ali rushed to the street, these deposits, these people will naturally go to Wang Bao to get it back.

Eleven at night.

In Wang Bao's place, there are many people talking about social groups, big and small.

"Call Wang Bao out!"