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

Chapter 180 "178" This Malay girl is really hot.

Chen Jianan's scalp tingled, because he had just come to his senses that all the bodyguards he had brought had been knocked down by Liang Zheng's men.

Silent and stealthy, swift as lightning.

He still hasn't realized what's happening...

"Liangzheng, I'm here to give you benefits today, not the other way around! Can't you be reasonable?" Chen Jianan said, both surprised and angry.

At this point, he didn't care about anything else.

Nan Zheng is really good at infuriating people.

"Reason? How do you expect me to reason with you?" Nan Zheng slowly stood up and scoffed.

"Do you think I have a gun? You think I can reason with you? Are you fucking an idiot?"

Chen Jianan: ………

Chen Jianan was so angry that he really wanted to find someone to beat this bastard to death.

How could anyone be such a bastard?

I gave you shares, and you act like I owe you something. Is this how you operate in the business world?
"Mr. Nan, is there any need for such formality?" Just then, a plump old man in a Tang suit walked into the villa, with a woman holding his arm beside him.

"What a coincidence today, so many people have come to my house as guests..." Nan Zheng picked at her ear, then lazily sat back down.

"And who the hell are you?"

"Mr. Nan, there's no need to get so angry. You'll see soon enough." The old man smiled, while the woman beside him looked at Nan Zheng with curiosity.

Just then, the phone rang.

"Who is it?" Nan Zheng glanced at it but didn't answer, while Da Jiao picked up the phone dumbfounded.

"Liangzheng, it's me."

"Boss, the leader of Hung Hing." Big Foot shook his mobile phone.

Nan Zheng crossed her legs and shook them, but still didn't say anything.

“Liang Zheng, stop pretending. I know you must be here too… Uncle Qi and Datuk are both good friends of mine. Give me some face,” Liang Kun said in a hoarse voice.

"They came all the way from Malaysia, you wouldn't do something like double-crossing them, would you?"

"Brother Kun, you've misjudged me. Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

"Come on, if you weren't this kind of person, I wouldn't have called you." Liang Kun couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Without even thinking, he knew that Liang Zheng definitely wanted to cripple Chen Jianan and then skin him alive to cook and eat.

After all, a Malaysian Datuk is a Malaysian Datuk, not the Governor of Hong Kong Island.

What's the use of traveling all this way?

If someone really manages to swindle three or five hundred million from him, they'll have nowhere to turn for help.

"Alright, since you've said so, Brother Kun, then I'll give you face." Nan Zheng lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, and then slowly said.

In fact, Liang Kun guessed correctly.

Nan Zheng really intends to do that.

That's why I didn't answer the phone when it rang earlier.

He knew that Chen Jianan must have a backup plan, but as long as he didn't accept it, what could Chen Jianan do even if he had a backup plan?

Once a person dies, no amount of backup plans will help.

“That’s fine.” Liang Kun smiled. “I still have some things to take care of in Cambodia, so I won’t be able to go back for a while.”

In the meantime, I'll leave the management of Hung Hing and its affairs to you.

You're the king of gangsters now, after all; your experience and skills are top-notch within the community.

Coupled with his influence and status in the underworld, no one in the entire group can match him.

However, leave some room for maneuver in your actions, and don't go too far, after all, you're already flamboyant enough...

Uncle Qi and Dato' are both good friends of mine. Please take good care of them during this time.

"Tsk tsk, how come I remember you said the same thing when Long Wu brought Gao in?"

"Who would complain about having too many friends these days?" Liang Kun said with a laugh, which basically meant he was trying to have his cake and eat it too.

"Okay, I agree." Nan Zheng's smiling face remained unchanged.

Even though the other party promised not to turn against him, Chen Jianan still felt a chill in his heart.

Because he realized that Liang Zheng really wanted to kill him.

Even if it's the first time we meet, even if it's the first time we've had any contact...

Chen Jianan had no idea why the other party would harbor such malice towards him.

They clearly gave all the kind words and the visiting invitation!
But if Chen Jianan knew the principle of not flaunting wealth.

Then everything that was hard to understand will become clear.

After hanging up the phone, Nan Zheng pointed to the sofa next to her with a playful expression: "Sit down, Da...Malaysian Datuk."

"Brother Zheng, I won't sit down. My legs are still a little weak." Chen Jianan forced a smile and said, but he was really afraid of Nan Zheng, that scoundrel.

He's a Datuk in Malaysia, after all.

Once he gained fame and status in Malaysia, even local officials had to give him some face and treat him with utmost respect...

But upon arriving here, the first stop was where Nan Zheng treated her like a dog, leading her around everywhere.

It's a lie to say he's not afraid or angry.

After all, they're all old and frail; when have they ever suffered such injustice?

"Jianan, I told you long ago, you can't hide that matter from us." The old man, known as Uncle Seven, walked over calmly and then sat down.

He then looked at Nan Zheng and smiled, saying, "Otherwise, Mr. Nan really wouldn't have gotten so angry with you."

"What's wrong?" Chen Jianan asked, bewildered.

The Malay woman next to Uncle Seven thought for a moment and said, "On the high seas gambling ship, you may seem to be a witness, but your relationship with Chen Jincheng is probably common knowledge in Hong Kong..."

"Oops." Chen Jianan slapped his forehead, feeling utterly miserable; he had truly forgotten about it.

If one doesn't flaunt their wealth, coupled with the fact that casinos on the high seas have different stances...

Then Nan Zheng's motives and actions are all there.

Damn it, I was careless.

I almost fucking died here.

At this moment, Chen Jianan felt a wave of fear and said tremblingly, "Brother Zheng, don't worry, Chen Jincheng and I only have some gambling business, our relationship is not that good."

You can rest assured! Besides, the game is starting near the waters off Hong Kong Island.

You're the local bully, and I'm just a nobody from out of town. How could I possibly dare to fight you?
It's a misunderstanding, really a misunderstanding.

"Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, who knows?" Nan Zheng said with a smile. He didn't say anything, but it seemed like he said everything.

Ambiguity is the most torturous thing.

"Chen Jianan, a Malaysian Datuk, is also a real estate developer in Kuala Lumpur, the head of the Jianan Group, and the owner of the largest nightclub in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia... In fact, all of this is inseparable from your investment and behind-the-scenes manipulation, Huang Tianlin."

"You are Chen Jianan's biggest boss, and one of the biggest swindlers in Malaysia, right?" Nan Zheng looked at Uncle Qi again.

Uncle Seven's original name was Wang Tianlin.

Chen Jianan had previously said he would take out 100 million yuan to build a luxury cruise ship, but Nan Zheng didn't believe him.

Because, in terms of both reputation and status, he knew perfectly well that Chen Jianan's persona was a fabricated facade, and that Seventh Uncle was the one in charge...

Now even Uncle Seven himself has arrived.

That proves it's true.

"Mr. Nan is indeed Mr. Nan. He lives up to his reputation as the most powerful gangster king in Southeast Asia and Hong Kong! He can keep up with news from abroad without even leaving his house, and even understand it thoroughly." Uncle Seven sat as steady as a mountain, with a faint smile on his face.

They neither denied nor confirmed it.

However, in the adult world, the absence of denial is tantamount to confirmation.

"So, besides the gambling ship challenge, what other purpose do you and this Malaysian Datuk have in coming to Hong Kong?" Nan Zheng asked, puffing on her cigarette and glancing sideways.

"I've never liked beating around the bush, and I especially dislike it when others do it."

If you're going to talk too much nonsense, then you can get out now.

Remember, it's not "leave," it's "roll."

“Uh…” Chen Jianan was speechless.

Uncle Qi smiled and said, "Jia Nan, since Mr. Nan has been so direct, there's no need for us to hide anything. There's no need."

"He Xin also wants to build a gambling ship, and his ambitions are even greater, aiming to span Atlantic City and Las Vegas... so we have to step in and intercept him."

"This business is incredibly profitable, so we'd like to get a piece of the pie too," Chen Jianan said after a moment's hesitation.

"I'm afraid it's not just that. You also want He Xin to die on the gambling ship so you can then expand into Macau, right?" Nan Zheng said with a mocking smile.

Chen Jianan was stunned.

How the hell could you think of that?
"Tsk tsk, you bunch of old Malaysians, you're really ambitious... But I fucking like it, I like it!" Nan Zheng laughed loudly.

He had long known that Chen Jianan would never travel all the way to Hong Kong Island just because of some gambling match.

It now seems that they want to use this incident to launch a fierce battle.

In addition, with an investment of over 100 million, a monopoly on the high seas, and the presence of the powerful Wang Tianlin personally...

Most likely, this matter is true.

"So, our purpose in coming here today is not just to get Mr. Nan to take a stake in our luxury cruise ship, but also to ask Mr. Nan to take charge of our operations, so that we can create a powerful alliance and achieve even greater success," Uncle Qi said directly.

He was a seasoned veteran and knew that Nan Zheng was not someone who could be easily fooled.

Therefore, we should just be straightforward.

On the contrary, it's easy for a smiling tiger like Chen Jianan to deal with ordinary people, because you don't hit someone who's smiling...

But in Nan Zheng's case, it's all about smiling faces; you can imagine how different that is.

This also proves the importance of perspective and vision.

"I'll think about it and then we'll talk about it," Nan Zheng said after extinguishing her cigarette.

"Don't worry, Mr. Nan, we won't mess with Chen Jincheng and Gao Jin's bet, because we've already achieved our goal by coming here."

“And this time, besides us acting as notaries, Wan Chai Chief Superintendent Robinson will also be here… mutual oversight will ensure fairness and transparency.” Uncle Seven slowly stood up and patted the woman's arm beside him:
“Meiling, you are my goddaughter, and you are about the same age as Mr. Nan.”

You should visit each other more often in the future; it might strengthen our relationship.

After all, once we're all dead, it'll be your era, the young people's era.

"Godfather, I understand." Meiling nodded, glancing at Nan Zheng out of the corner of her eye, a little excited, as if she already knew who this young man was.

They also inquired quite a bit about the other party's heroic deeds.

Before long, Uncle Qi left with his men, and Nan Zheng watched with a mocking expression.

"Want to play the dragon-tiger fight? Heh, it's probably not that simple."

"Boss, why are they playing this game where there's another layer after this one, and yet another layer after that?" Big Foot said, scratching his head.

Uncle Qi revealed a lot of information, but it was too messy and confusing to understand.

But it's okay if you don't understand it.

The other party is trying to cover up the truth.

Nan Zheng vaguely remembered that her seventh uncle had a connection with Chiang Tien-yang of Thailand.

The storyline involves the seventh anniversary of the Royal Capital Nightclub, and Jiang Tianyang personally led a group to attend.

If we connect these aspects... then it's very likely that what Wang Tianlin said is true.

But the only fake one was that he wanted to use him up and then kill him so that Jiang Tianyang could take his place.

He deliberately concealed this relationship.

What kind of partnership is more solid than a partnership that already exists?

Furthermore, Hung Hing is a local power, so if the other side really wants to take a share of Ho Sin's market, they can only swallow up the local power, reshuffle the board, and then enter the market of profits.

Otherwise, the cooperation would probably be swallowed up by the local bullies before it even begins.

After all, the local bullies eat and drink well here, so why would they follow you to conquer the world?
It would be much easier to kill you and rob you of everything...

However, it was unexpected that Robinson was involved in this matter.

Isn't this a coincidence?
Find an opportunity to confiscate all of Chen Jianan's assets, and then send the two of them to God together.

This is truly a double celebration.

After all, Chen Jianan has a lot of money, but most of it is in Malaysia, and he can't get any of it, so what's it to him?

Therefore, once they've made their money, they'll bury it—perfect.

Finally, when Nan Zheng saw the flamboyant Mei Ling, a phrase came to mind—"Malay chicken, I'll f*** you Malaysian f***!"

……

At the Grand Hotel, Uncle Seven and his group arrived at the agreed-upon private room and then left separately.

Once in his room, Chen Jianan's smiling face had vanished. He made a phone call, and Meiling cautiously approached him shortly afterward.

On the surface, Meiling is Uncle Qi's goddaughter.

In reality, they were people supported by Chen Jianan.

To put it bluntly, Chen Jianan has enormous ambitions; he even wants to bring down Uncle Seven.

Naturally, you need to have more cards up your sleeve.

"What's that old guy been up to lately?" Chen Jianan asked coldly as he sat down.

"My godfather has been eating and sleeping well lately, but he keeps coughing..."

"You bastard! Don't you ever forget who you are? I sent you over there to take care of him!" Chen Jianan cursed, pointing at Meiling.

Meiling shrank back: "I've only just become my godfather's goddaughter, how would I know anything about him? I only know the surface-level information."

"So, you're saying it was my fault? I was too hasty?" Chen Jianan sneered.

He lit a cigarette, then pointed and said, "You're happy that I got attacked today?"

"Soon, it'll be your turn to be dragged! I want you to take this opportunity to get close to Liang Zheng."

"I want you to sleep with him, find an opportunity to work together from the inside and outside, and trick him..."

"Remember this, if you don't handle this well, I'll make sure you die in Hong Kong, and you'll never see your whole family again in this lifetime," Chen Jianan said coldly. Meiling's eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her face.

"Go cry somewhere else, you son of a bitch."

"I get annoyed whenever I see you." Chen Jianan grumbled and cursed again, venting all the anger he had suffered at Liang Zheng's side earlier.

Although he and Uncle Seven were in cahoots, they each had their own agendas.

After all, how can a great man remain subservient to others for long?
Uncle Seven wanted to take advantage of this trip to Hong Kong to become a local bigwig and enter the Macau market.

Chen Jianan's thinking was much simpler.

Take down Uncle Seven.

However, this matter still requires Liang Zheng's intervention; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so obsequious upon arrival.

Now we need to see how Meiling is doing.

As for the bet between Chen Jincheng and Gao Jin...

Chen Jianan didn't take it to heart at all, because essentially he and Uncle Seven were just looking for an excuse to go to Hong Kong to do things.

As soon as Uncle Seven dies, he will go back and swallow up the entire Jianan Group.

Isn't that much more profitable than running a gambling ship?

This maritime business is at best an added bonus.

……

For several days in a row, things were calm on the road. After all, it was the New Year, and there were things to do during the New Year.

Oxen need a rest after plowing the fields for a year.

Not to mention the gangsters who fight and kill.

The nightclubs have been much quieter lately, which has given Nan Zheng a lot of peace and quiet. Only a few scattered customers are drinking in the evenings.

"Mr. Nan." Just as he was about to return to his office, a woman suddenly stood up with a smile from the corner, picked up a wine glass, and walked over.

"I thought it was someone else, it's you? Malaysian chicken." Nan Zheng said lazily.

Meiling's expression froze instantly.

However, her smile quickly returned: "Mr. Nan, I haven't offended you, have I?"
I greeted you politely and courteously, and this is how you address me?

"Isn't that right?" Nan Zheng walked into the office without turning her head.

"Of course not, I'm not some random person." Meiling said with a smile as she entered the room.

Nan Zheng said with a playful expression, "Every chicken says it's not just anyone, but have you ever seen a duck say it's easy to get laid?"

Meiling's smile froze instantly.

She also discovered that Nan Zheng's hostility towards her and other Malaysians was extraordinary.

In fact, Meiling had genuinely realized she was wrong.

Because Nan Zheng treats everyone the same; if she's unhappy, she'll curse; all beings are equal.

"Speak, what do you want?" Nan Zheng crossed her legs and leaned back on the sofa.

"It's nothing, I've just heard a lot about Mr. Nan's reputation before."

I've been in Kuala Lumpur the whole time, so I haven't had a chance to come and see you.

After visiting many relatives and friends, my godfather and I happened to have some free time, so we came here for a drink.

"I never expected to meet Mr. Nan here, my idol whom I've always dreamed of." Meiling took a sip of her drink and smiled, her hair styled in two ponytails.

It always gives you the urge to go around and pull it from behind.

"Is it a genuine meeting with your idol, or are you being ordered by your sugar daddy to seduce me?" Nan Zheng asked with a playful expression.

This time, Meiling's expression completely changed.

"Mr. Nan, I don't know what you're talking about. Why are you so hostile towards me?"

Whether what I said is right or wrong, whether there is hostility or not, whether it is true or not... you know the answer yourself.

However, I do admire you quite a bit.

"Close the door, go wash your face, let me see your figure first," Nan Zheng said with a smile, crossing her legs.

"Anyway, you have a mission, and I've gotten a bit interested too, so we've made a deal, haven't we?"
"I'd like to see just how capable you are, the one Chen Jianan sent here to eat and sleep with me."

Meiling's face turned pale, and her eyes filled with terror.

At first, she thought Nan Zheng was bluffing, but now that even Chen Jianan had said it, it would be a lie to say she wasn't scared.

After all, she was the goddaughter of Seventh Uncle. If Nan Zheng didn't know the details, would she be able to accurately say the name Chen Jianan?

"What are you still standing there for? Do you want me to say it a second time?" Nan Zheng exhaled a cloud of smoke. Mei Ling's mind was in turmoil, a complete mess.

In the end, I gritted my teeth and closed the door, then went to the bathroom to wash my face.

Then, standing in front of me, one after another, external objects floated freely before falling to the ground.

Nan Zheng stared at it with great interest; there was also a video camera on the table.

Everything was out in the open, with no attempt to conceal anything.

In later generations, Nan Zheng had seen the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, and it must be said that Shu Qi's photo album was truly astonishing.

It was quite unexpected.

No wonder it became so popular.

It's really booming!

"The material is good, at least it's genuine, unlike those in Temple Street, which are now all using silicone." Nan Zheng looked at Mei Ling, who was trembling slightly, and sneered again:
"Why are you so scared? Are you afraid I'll eat you? I haven't even started yet!"

Besides, isn't your job simply to come and deliver yourself to my doorstep?

Nan Zheng really had no interest in Mei Ling, who was heavily made up during the Dragon and Tiger Fight. Her makeup made her look ugly and old, like her mother had some kind of disease.

However, she looks much prettier and more innocent after removing her makeup.

This at least proves that Hong Kong people's aesthetic sense is correct, and the looks are still acceptable.

"How...how did you know that..." Meiling gritted her teeth, her heart pounding with panic.

"Don't worry, I have no interest in the conflict between Chen Jianan and Uncle Qi." Nan Zheng took a drag of her cigarette and said slowly.
"Besides sleeping with me tonight, what else is there?"

“That’s all.” Meiling bit her lip and shook her head: “He just told me to come and deliver it to his door, and he didn’t say anything else or give any other instructions.”

He did say he was going to trick you.

But how exactly they ripped me off, they didn't tell me, and they won't tell me..."

Meiling is very scared now, after all, Nanzheng has exposed her dual identity.

If this gets out, neither Chen Jianan nor Uncle Qi will let her off the hook.

However, it was clear that Nan Zheng didn't care; he couldn't be bothered with such trivial matters.

"Trying to screw me over? Interesting. I'm quite curious, why would that loser Chen Jianan come after me?"

"He's doing real estate in Hong Kong Island, supposedly investing hundreds of millions... but it's actually an exaggeration. He wants to build a bunch of unfinished buildings, then run off with the money to Malaysia." Mei-ling told him what she knew, and Nan-zheng pointed and laughed.

"Yes, I like your honesty."

"Alright, you can go back now. Tell Chen Jianan that I'm very satisfied with you..."

Nan Zheng waved her hand, telling Mei Ling to put on her clothes and get out.

It's not that he dislikes Malay girls.

And Meiling, this girl from Malan, looks really energetic.

I just came back from He Min's place, and then I went to see Ai Lian and Meng Na.

How can there be any sexual interest in this?

Not to mention it's still Chinese New Year now, and Yu Wenhui will have to come back to work after the New Year.

The girls who want to sleep with me are lined up from Hong Kong Island all the way to Malaysia!
If I don't take a break, I'll be exhausted.

Meiling was a little scared and disappointed, but she didn't say much. She picked up her clothes from the ground, put them on one by one, and then left in silence.

Nan Zheng didn't make things difficult for the other party. After all, people in the underworld often have no choice in what they do, and she had been threatened as well. She turned around and made a call to Tai Bao: "Hey, Chen Jianan has arrived in Hong Kong."

"Go and find out where he is. See where that bastard has been all this time."

"Send someone to keep an eye on it 24 hours a day."

“No problem,” Taibao said. When there was a mission, he never spoke nonsense.

After hanging up the phone, Nan Zheng pondered the major and minor events that were about to happen.

The gambling match between Gao Jin and Chen Jincheng caused a huge uproar, clearly indicating that they were pushed into the spotlight and deliberately created to generate hype.

Clearly, the people behind this betting scheme don't want their behind-the-scenes struggle to be known.

Ko Chun had previously stated that he came to Hong Kong Island to arrange gambling on behalf of someone else.

Could the client be He Xin?

If it weren't for He Xin, Uncle Qi and Chen Jianan might not have come.

Therefore, it is highly likely that this is a battle of wits between Uncle Seven and He Xin from afar.

After all, Uncle Qi came here specifically to see He Xin.

Whoever wins will gain immense popularity and fame by siding with that person, making it easier to open a casino and make profits, both on ships and on land.

Thinking about it this way, Nan Zheng understood a lot of things.

The gambling at sea is just around the corner; it will begin within a week.

We'll see how things go later.

Nan Zheng doesn't care what kind of trouble Seventh Uncle or He Xin are up to. His first priority is to take this opportunity to deal with Luo Bianchen, so that he won't get in his way later.

Secondly, we should look for another opportunity to buy Chen Jianan's shares at a low price.

"Running a failed real estate project? Scamming himself? This bastard thinks he's some kind of Chen Haonan (a famous Chinese comedian)? Just like in the movies, he'll draft a shady contract, make money, and then make himself the scapegoat for the unfinished project?" Nan Zheng suddenly thought of this possibility and couldn't help but sneer.

"I'll play with you until your whole family dies!"

After thinking about it for a while, Nan Zheng suddenly remembered something.

I vaguely remember that Liu Yaozu said that after Chen Jianan went to Hong Kong, he would also come to him to cooperate on some physical business.

Then the opportunity will come, won't it?

It's not unreasonable for a Malaysian tycoon to kidnap and extort money from a wealthy businessman he sees investing in Daquan, right?
Anyway, he's a sucker, so let's not worry about anything else and just make a quick buck.

Just do it.

"Scarface, have you gone back to your hometown?" Nan Zheng made a phone call.

"The whole family is dead, so where's the old home?" Scarface said with a grin from inside. There were also occasional women's voices, so it seemed like they were having a party.

"Damn it, you're playing such fancy games without inviting me? I'll fucking kill you!" Nan Zheng laughed and cursed.

"Wow, with so many girls, I thought you drove around all the time."

"Alright, enough nonsense. I'll have Taibao give you a call later. We're a bit strapped for cash lately, so we'll send a few of our best guys to kidnap someone and make some money."

"Once you've confirmed their whereabouts, do this for me. Remember, you have to be ruthless..."

(End of this chapter)