Hong Kong films: Drawing lots to determine death? I'll send the boss to the Western Paradise.

Chapter 135 "134-" What right do you have to talk to me?

When Blind Hui brought Xiao Hui to Tsim Sha Tsui and completed all the ID card procedures, he felt excited and happy, but also complicated and sighing.

Once upon a time, in order to protect Xiao Hui, he hid all day long, fearing that the police would find out and send her back.

But for someone like Liang Zheng, it's just a form, a certificate, a minute...

There weren't even many procedures involved, and almost everything was done.

At that moment, Mang Hui clearly understood what it meant to be a lowly dog ​​and a big shot.

Their connections, resources, abilities, and networks are all beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Ordinary people struggle to survive in this world, while the rich can manipulate events and turn the world upside down...

How can one generation of poor families compare to three generations of business? This statement seemed to be completely proven at this moment.

"Brother Blind Hui, is this your girl? She looks pretty good." Tai Bao said with a smile, looking at the somewhat nervous woman next to Blind Hui.

"She just doesn't eat well, she's too thin, and her face is sunken in, making her look like a mean and mean old hag."

Once this is settled, I'll take you out for a good meal.

Is it seafood, Western food, Chinese food, or Indian roti?

"Tai, Tai-bao, no need, it's just a transaction," Blind Fai said with a smile. In reality, he was still in a daze, and he couldn't even believe that Xiao Hui could completely settle down in Hong Kong so quickly.

Xiao Hui was also somewhat flustered, tightly clutching the hem of Mang Hui's clothes from behind.

After all, the current Tai Bao is slicked back with a slicked-back hairstyle, often with a cigar in his mouth, and so fat he's almost like a pig. His suit can barely fit him, and his smile has a hint of lewdness...

He doesn't look like a good person no matter how he looks.

"We'll definitely treat you to a meal, after all, you're our honored guest now. You'll soon find out just how valuable you are," Taibao said with a smile, but he didn't explain anything further.

We agreed to pick up our ID cards tomorrow.

He immediately got into the car with his men and drove back to the nightclub.

……

At the same time, Wang Jianguo also called Chuiji's home.

Chuiji had a general idea of ​​the situation, his expression changed repeatedly, but he still answered the phone: "Hello?"

"You're just bragging, aren't you?" Wang Jianguo asked.

"You should already know the situation. Either we start a war, or you come to Tsim Sha Tsui and we can talk."

"Is it okay if I don't go?" Chuiji hesitated for a moment, and then blurted out these words as if possessed.

Wang Jianguo immediately laughed, a very contemptuous laugh: "Not going? Fine, you'd better take your whole family and hide when the fight breaks out, or you'll be the first one killed!"

The chicken trembled all over.

Before I could say more, the other party had already hung up the phone.

Chuiji felt even worse.

To put it bluntly, although he was the head of Wo Shing Wo, he was actually just a puppet.

The power to make decisions still rests with Uncle Deng.

Even if I brag about it, what good will it do? At most, I'll just become a punching bag. There's nothing I can say, and even if I do, I can't do anything about it.

That's why he didn't want to go.

After much deliberation, Chuiji gritted his teeth and went to find Uncle Deng that very night.

At this moment, Uncle Deng was already drinking tea in the villa, clearly having received word of the news.

Lin Huai Le was standing right next to him.

"Ah Le, Uncle Deng," Chuiji called out immediately, looking very anxious in his pajamas.

Lin Huaiyue nodded. "The dragon head."

"I already know what happened, Blow Chicken, sit down." Lin Huai Le at least greeted him, but Uncle Deng didn't even lift his eyelids.

As soon as Chuiji sat down, he said, "Uncle Deng, you know the situation now, right?"

"Understood. The trouble my cousin Lok caused, which led to the authorities going to Tsim Sha Tsui to arrest him, isn't a big deal. We can let it go..."

"But this person is Liang Zheng, so things are still a bit tricky," Uncle Deng sighed.

Chuiji immediately asked, "How is it troublesome?"

“Liang Zheng is clearly trying to make a big fuss this time. The bigger the fuss, the harder it is to handle, because that way he can deal with us.” Uncle Deng is shrewd and saw through the situation immediately.

He then added, "So, this negotiation will definitely be difficult; it all depends on what the other party wants."

"What could he possibly want? Starting a war would mean losing manpower and troops, and then spending millions to clean up the mess. Putting aside whether he has that much money, the anti-gang squad alone would be enough to give him a hard time," Chuiji said irritably. He had no idea where the other party got the courage.

“But what if he’s not afraid of the anti-gang squad?” Uncle Deng suddenly asked.

"Don't forget, Tsim Sha Tsui is all triads! If this gets out, even the anti-triad unit won't be happy. Do you think this matter can be settled simply with a fight?"

"Liangzheng wants both!" Uncle Deng sighed again.

In fact, despite this incident, there really wasn't much petty theft in Tsim Sha Tsui East, not even a single beggar. The city's appearance was much better than other districts.

That's why Liang Zheng was able to use this as an excuse to her advantage, and it was acceptable to the anti-triad team.

After all, they were helping the police maintain order. You and Lian Sheng suddenly interfered, and with Liang Zheng's influence, even a fool would know which side to take.

Don't even mention that the Wo Luen Shing has tens of thousands of people; the Hung Hing also has tens of thousands of people!
In comparison, the two sides were tied, but in terms of the outcome, the two sides clearly suffered a hidden loss.

Because Liang Zheng was determined to make a big fuss.

"Okay, let's talk about this," Uncle Deng thought for a moment, then said, "You and Ah Le go over there first and see what Liang Zheng really wants, then we can decide whether to negotiate or fight."

We and Lian Sheng have produced many talented people, and we are not without leaders of our own, so we are not afraid of Liang Zheng.

If they really want to fight, then we're not unwilling to fight them to the bitter end.

Once the fight is over and you've lost money, the other party will naturally back down.

After all, people in this world are in it for the money. If Liang Zheng doesn't see any profit and doesn't cut her losses in time, then she's a complete fool.

Chuiji looked rather grim.

Even you yourself don't understand what Liangzheng is thinking, and you still want me to go and negotiate? Are you using me as a scapegoat?

It's supposed to be the head of Wo Shing Pharma, but now it's being bossed around like this. No wonder it's angry.

But there was nothing they could do.

"Okay, I'll go get ready first."

"Go ahead, I want to say a few words to Ah Le first." Uncle Deng said calmly. After Chuiji left, he continued, "Ah Le, if we're going to fight this time, we must fight it out spectacularly and make a name for ourselves in one battle."

“I understand.” Lin Huai Le nodded. He understood what Uncle Deng meant. After all, the election for the Dragon Head was about to begin. If they really had to fight against Liang Zheng’s side, they had to win in order to get more votes.

Otherwise, if this attempt fails, he won't need to choose, and Big D won't need to do anything to become the leader.

If you can't even out-slay someone, what will the people in charge think of you?
This is also why Uncle Deng has a headache.

Damn, Liang Zheng really gave him a good choice.

Lin Huaile left quickly, and after getting into his car, he made a casual phone call.

The call was answered shortly afterward.

"Hello, Mr. Lu, it's me... I've run into a bit of trouble, could you please help me out?"

……

“Brother Sang Kun, do you know how Jesus was nailed to the cross?” Nan Zheng looked at Sang Kun, whose head she had stepped on, with a smile.

Sang Kun gritted his teeth and cursed through the pain, "You son of a bitch! You better not give me a chance, or I'll fuck you right now."

"Did you hear that? A ruthless guy like Brother Sang Kun is the kind of person who survives this kind of life!" Nan Zheng laughed loudly.

"I knew there were some ruthless people out there. Look, here we are!"

"Stop being sarcastic, it's not certain who will die yet," Sang Kun said through gritted teeth.

In reality, he was also afraid, but he was also betting that Liang Zheng wouldn't dare to do anything to him.

After all, they still have Wo Shing Pharma behind them.

Don't look at the face of the hater, look at the face of the Buddha.

And isn't Liang Zheng saying all this just to vent her anger?
If they wanted to do it, they would have done it themselves long ago.

However, Nan Zheng's next words caused Sang Kun's expression to change completely.

"Since Brother Sangkun dislikes Jesus so much, let him become Jesus and let him experience the charm of Christianity."

"Find a wooden stake and nail it into my hands and feet."

“Liangzheng, you…” Sang Kun’s pupils shrank. Wang Jianguo pulled the person off the ground without saying a word.

In less than three minutes, the wooden dummy was brought over, and several people immediately pinned Sang Kun down. Wang Jianguo used a hammer in one hand and a large iron nail in the other, forcefully nailing the man to the dummy.

It pierced through the flesh and bone, then stuck directly into the wood.

The nails were driven vertically into the palms and horizontally into the feet.

A series of screams rang out. Nan Zheng picked at her ear and said, "Wang Jianguo, are you stupid? The echo in the basement is so loud, don't you find it noisy?"

"Then what should we do?" Wang Jianguo turned around.

"Of course, we should remove the tongue first before continuing."

Sang Kun was terrified, his hair standing on end!
"no, do not want!"

"Liangzheng, I was wrong, I was wrong, let's talk this out." Sang Kun was terrified. How could he have imagined that Liangzheng was really this crazy?

At first, I thought he was afraid of Wo Shing, but now I realize that this bastard just wanted to provoke me so that he could kill me.

Damn it, they've fallen for it!

“From the moment you walked in until now, you’ve called me Liang Zheng eighteen times, bastard seven times, and cursed my mother eight times…” “You won’t even call me Brother Zheng, Brother Sang Kun, how am I supposed to know if you’re right or wrong?” Nan Zheng leaned back in her chair, her expression playful.

"Liangzheng, no, Brother Zheng... ah!"

Before he could even utter the word "brother," Wang Jianguo had already shoved the boning knife into Sang Kun's mouth.

Nan Zheng immediately turned his head and lit a cigarette; he could never stand the sight of blood.

How can you look at something so cruel?
I'm not even in the mood for masturbation at night.

Just then, Blind Hui and Xiao Hui walked in and saw this scene; their legs went weak with fright.

Taibao put his arm around the two of them and laughed, "If you're scared, just close your eyes."

"It's just normalized high-end business competition; you'll get used to it eventually."

Blind Hui was trembling all over, gritting his teeth, while Xiao Hui looked at Tai Bao as if he were a devil.

How could you say such cold words with a mouth that's 37 degrees Celsius?
"Boss, the people are here." A-Wu suddenly came over, followed by Lin Huai-Le and Chui-Ji.

When they saw Sang Kun nailed to the wooden dummy, both of them turned pale.

"Wuhu! Isn't this Brother Le, the heir to the Wo Luen Shing triad, and Brother Chuiji, the current triad leader? Good evening!" Nan Zheng immediately stood up, opened her arms, and smiled, appearing very enthusiastic.

The chicken's body trembled even faster than Blind Hui's.

If Lin Huai Le hadn't been supporting him from behind, this old bastard would probably have been so scared that his blood vessels would have burst.

"Liang Zheng, we're all out here to make money, you don't have to treat my brothers like this, do you?" Lin Huai Le forced a smile, but it looked really bad.

"Oh? How have I treated your brother? Which one is your brother?" Nan Zheng asked with a suspicious look.

Lin Huai Le shut up after that.

Because he was unaware of Liang Zheng's plans.

If Sang Kun really admits to leading the planting of the flag, then Liang Zheng, that bastard, might just kill herself on the spot.

Lin Huai Le is a cunning old fox who keeps his true intentions hidden, so he won't fall into the trap easily.

"Oh, you mean Brother Sang Kun, right?" Nan Zheng suddenly slapped her forehead.

He turned his head and said, "I don't know. As soon as he arrived, he said he wanted to learn from Jesus and become a god. He went up and became a wooden dummy, hammering nails into himself."

"I've never heard of such a request in my life, so let him do whatever he wants."

“Yes, yes, I’m a witness,” Tai-bao said with a smile from the side.

"Waaah..." Sang Kun kept opening his mouth to speak while tears streamed down his face. When he saw that the room was empty, Lin Huai Le was so shocked that his scalp almost exploded.

When Blind Hui saw Sang Kun, who usually committed all sorts of evil deeds in Temple Street, suffering a fate worse than death at Liang Zheng's hands, he did not feel any sense of satisfaction, but only fear.

Only an even more wicked person can deal with an wicked person.

"Since you two are already here, let's talk about it, are we going to fight or are we going to fight?" Nan Zheng leaned back and slumped onto the sofa, then put her legs back on the chair she had just been sitting in, looking completely nonchalant.

They didn't intend to give seats to Wo Luen Shing and his partner either.

"Can we talk?" Lin Huai Le asked, and Chui Ji nodded, suppressing his fear.

"How do you want to talk about this?" Nan Zheng asked listlessly.

"Give me the money, we'll make peace, and then we'll keep to ourselves... Of course, if possible, we can still be friends in the future."

"So, Mr. Le, you really are very generous!"

"It's not a matter of being magnanimous, just some trivial matters. There's no need to make a big deal out of it. Aren't we all in this business to make money?" Lin Huai Le forced a smile. He finally understood what a truly ruthless person was.

Lin Huai-le was also Robinson's downstream supplier, specializing in selling pills in the Jordan Temple Street area.

Before arriving here, he had already planned to have Robinson Crusoe gather all his subordinates to kill Liang Zheng, and then divide up Tsim Sha Tsui...

But after arriving here, he changed his mind.

Because this guy is really crazy. If everyone tries their best and can't kill Liang Zheng, then Liang Zheng will definitely try her best to kill him.

Lin Huai Le wouldn't gamble even if there was the slightest risk of losing.

After all, he hasn't become the leader yet, and he hasn't had his moment of glory, so why should he strive for it?
The current Lin Huai Le is not the same Lin Huai Le who wanted to win the title again. He can be ruthless and unscrupulous in order to win the title again, and he is even crazier than a mad dog.

"Fine, I'll give you plenty of time." Nan Zheng pointed at Lin Huaile and sneered.
Give me an answer within a day. The amount depends on your sincerity.

"Now, you can take your worthless faucet and get out of Tsim Sha Tsui East."

"Let's go." Lin Huaiyue took a deep breath and dragged the slightly trembling blow-drummer away from the basement.

He knew very well that Liang Zheng hadn't mentioned how much money she wanted; she just wanted more.

Whether sincerity is enough proves that he can take the money and then turn his back on you at any time.

It seems that this time, Robinson Crusoe will have to step in again...

……

"Brother Zheng".

The next morning, Nan Zheng had just woken up and returned to her office when Hong Fei arrived.

At this moment, Hong Fei was full of vigor and exuded an indescribable youthful ambition.

It's much better than before, when it was so lifeless.

"You're here? How did it go?" Nan Zheng asked, leaning back on the sofa.

Hong Fei nodded: "We've already taken back those two streets we lost before."

"Dongsheng is currently retreating, with over a thousand people holed up in those three streets. I heard they've already started fighting amongst themselves, like dogs biting dogs."

"I plan to let them fight for a while longer, and then take action when I have the opportunity."

"Then we'll see how you perform. Just be careful of traitors around you," Nan Zheng said casually, and Hong Fei nodded.

He remembered that Brother B was a double agent, but now he had intervened, and Hong Fei had also inherited Hong Xin's position.

The plot has indeed changed.

Whether or not he harbors ulterior motives remains to be seen.

After Hong Fei left, he called A Wu over again: "Is that bastard dead yet?"

"I just went to check on him, he's alright, he's tough enough," A-Wu said, pointing to Sang Kun.

“Call Genie and tell him to tie that bastard Sang Kun to a car and parade him around. Tonight, wipe out both streets in Yau Ma Tei where he is,” Nan Zheng said directly.

Awu was taken aback: "Weren't we supposed to talk?"

“I was just talking to Lin Huai Le. Even if we reach an agreement, we won’t attack Jordan. What does it have to do with Guan Sang Kun?” Nan Zheng said with a sneer.

A-Wu was completely bewildered.

No, seriously? You can't do that?
You've really managed to separate each issue into its own distinct categories.

Generally speaking, once an agreement is reached, the whole thing should be agreed upon. How can it be like Liang Zheng, where only half of the agreement is reached and the other half is not discussed, so it doesn't count?
Ah Wu felt that anyone who offended Liang Zheng was doomed.

You get beaten whether you pay or not.

After a quick bite to eat, Nan Zheng prepared to go to the film company to write a script and, incidentally, have some fun with Sao Bing.

Before they even left, Li Ying, dressed in a suit, strolled over leisurely and sat down opposite them: "You promised not to cause trouble, so why are you making such a fuss again?"

"Did I do this?" Nan Zheng sneered, pointing at Li Ying with her finger: "Damn it, I haven't settled this score with you bunch of damn cops yet."

"What?" Li Ying was immediately stunned.

Nan Zheng snapped her fingers, summoning Mang Hui. Nan Zheng nodded, and Mang Hui immediately recounted what had happened: "That's how it happened. It was those PTUs who threatened me, which ultimately disrupted the order in Tsim Sha Tsui and caused a war between the two gangs."

"Do you have any evidence for what you're saying?" Li Ying's expression was grim and uncertain.

"My words are evidence! Li Ying, you fucking threatened my witness to my face?" Nan Zheng's eyes flashed with malice.

He flipped the table over: "Fuck your mother! I've been helping you maintain order and social order in the underground world. There hasn't been a single person stealing electrical wires in the entire Tsim Sha Tsui area. The residents live in peace and prosperity, and you've taken all the benefits and the reputation, and you don't even say thank you. Now you're threatening me? Have you been sitting in the air conditioning in your office too long and your brain has gone foggy?"

"That's not what I meant!" Li Ying pressed down on the tilting table, his face extremely grim.

Things have calmed down a lot in the last couple of days. Fewer people are leaving, and pickpockets have all gone to Wan Chai. The crime rate in Yau Tsim Mong has dropped to its lowest point in history.

This is all because Liang Zheng took down Axe Jun and Lian Haolong, who were involved in prostitution, and her reputation soared. Almost no one dared to cause trouble in broad daylight, and the police didn't interfere at night, so it was very peaceful.

Including Dong Sheng, because of the fierce fighting, there was no time to distribute the goods, and even the death rate of fellow cultivators has decreased.

For this, the foreigners even awarded Li Ying a special-class medal.

It's even in the news.

The medal signifies that the foreigners value you, and it's considered a reserve position; only a few are awarded each year.

This is the real reason for Nan Zheng's outburst of rage.

I indirectly helped you do a good deed, and you still question what I said?

Questioning me means doubting me, and doubting me means you want to kill me. You've got a death wish, haven't you?
"Which specific people from the PTU are involved? I'll call them over for a talk and see if we can reach an agreement." Li Ying's current needs are promotion and job security, which is essentially a request for social stability; he's asking for favors.

Nan Zheng pointed again, her face full of contempt: "You're trying to negotiate with me now? Even those scoundrels who robbed the gold shop were free customers that I delivered to your door. What right do you have to negotiate with me?"

Li Ying's expression shifted unpredictably.

"Which PTU group is it?"

“It’s Asen and his gang,” Blind Hui said from the side.

"I'll go find someone right now." Li Ying glanced at Mang Hui, then added, "Liang Zheng, let's avoid fighting if we can avoid it. You're just after money."

Nan Zheng just gave a cold laugh.

Li Ying didn't have any better options right now, so he could only go find Asen and his people in person.

Hopefully, this will help Liangzheng calm down.

(End of this chapter)