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

Chapter 260 "249" He gave so much.
"Something's happened! Go after them!" Several policemen across the street saw their uncle lying in a pool of blood and immediately started whistling and cursing as they ran after the killer.

However, before they could run even a few more meters, the murderer had already escaped.

Not even a ghost has disappeared.

If you know what you're doing, you'll immediately realize that the other party is professional and experienced, and has already scouted the place beforehand. Even if there are police officers right next to you, you can still get away smoothly.

"Damn it!" one of the policemen cursed. Stabbing someone right in front of them, and not even getting a glimpse of the other person's face, was too embarrassing.

This report is definitely going to have to be written.

They chased after them for two more blocks, and only after finding no suspicious traces did they reluctantly return.

Ma Jiaohong was still pale and stood there blankly.

The nanny and her brother were already lying on the ground, lifeless.

His pupils had already turned white.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the younger brother still had a knife stuck in his abdomen, and there was another one on the ground.

Two knives.

The attacker used two knives... but Ma Jiaohong only saw one at the time, which means that the assassin was definitely a master.

It's not just about being quick.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible to kill two at the same time.

"Did you call a white car?" one of the officers asked Ma Jiaohong, while the others were making phone calls to headquarters.

"Did you call a taxi?" the policeman asked loudly again.

"No, no..." Ma Jiaohong finally came to her senses and stammered.

"Call an ambulance immediately, and bring the forensic doctor along too. We'll go to the morgue later," the policeman said, his face grim.

They were paid to stay here and keep an eye on things to make sure nothing goes wrong.

And sure enough, something really did happen...

For them, this was more than just a slap in the face; it was a series of slaps.

"Liang Zheng!" The first person that came to the policeman's mind was this person, after all, he had just left and his brother and uncle had been killed not long after.

If they can't reach an agreement, that really fits Liang Zheng's personality perfectly.

Revenge does not take place overnight.

"How did the negotiations go at your teahouse just now? Was it him who did it?"

“I… I don’t know if it was him… but he just agreed to settle the matter, the deal is done, and the other party even said that Hung Hing will maintain a friendly relationship with the Water House in the future.” Ma Jiaohong was flustered at this moment.

After being questioned by the police, he blurted out everything.

"A deal was reached? It wasn't Liang Zheng who did it?" The policeman frowned again.

Things seem to be getting more complicated.

Damn it, how did I end up in this mess?

If I had known earlier I wouldn't have come.

The policeman couldn't help but curse inwardly.

……

On the other side, watching the ambulance and police car arrive one after another, and then putting his brother, uncle, Ma Jiaohong and the others into the car, he lit a cigarette and slowly said, "Let's go."

"Okay." Tian Yangsheng nodded and immediately started the car and drove away.

The two locations are just one street apart.

He could clearly see how his brother and uncle died.

Even if this old guy had nine lives, he definitely couldn't be saved.

Just then, the phone rang.

"Hey?"

"It's done," A-Peng said expressionlessly, though he was still breathing slightly heavily.

"Well done, I saw it."

"Go get some money from Taibao, then take your girl out for a few days."

"Wait for my notification later."

"Okay." Apeng hung up the phone after saying that; he wasn't a talkative person.

Nan Zheng looked at the mobile phone in her hand, a cold smile flashing across her lips.

Even after reaching an agreement, they still killed you. Didn't expect that, did you?
Do you really think I'd let you live until the New Year? You're dreaming.

"Some people think that if they do something wrong, they can get away with it by finding a scapegoat, but little do they know the boss's personality..." Tian Yangsheng stopped mid-sentence, a smile appearing on his lips.

"What, what's wrong with my personality? Isn't it good? Kind and considerate." Nan Zheng lazily took a puff of her cigarette.

"Of course it's good, I didn't say it was bad! This is praising the boss, complimenting the boss," Tian Yangsheng said with a faint smile.

"That's more like it," Nan Zheng said with a laugh, then pointed:

"You'd better think this way and say it that way... If you're not being honest and let me hear what you really think, I'll skin you alive."

"Alright, drive back to Tsim Sha Tsui East. I want to see Nine-Dragon."

……

In the basement, Nine-Tattooed Dragon suddenly woke up, quickly sat up, and looked around in confusion, his eyes full of doubt.

My forehead is still hurting terribly.

"Hiss..." Nine-Dragon covered his brow and realized that his head was wrapped in gauze, with what looked like a hole in the middle.

He suddenly remembered that he had been shot by Hung Hing men in Tai O.

Immediately afterwards, the pain became so intense that I lost consciousness.

I woke up now.

"This is... hell?" Nine-Dragon looked at the somewhat dark room around him, which didn't look like hell at all.

"Hell? Dream on!" Hearing the noise, Shark En slowly walked down, crossed his arms, and a sneer flashed across his lips.

"Who do you think you are? You want to go to hell? You're just a wandering ghost at best."

"You're not even qualified to see Yama, the King of Hell!"

“Shark En…” Nine-Dragon’s pupils contracted; the shot between his brows was from him.

"Don't worry, you won't die. I specially removed some of the gunpowder, so it can be fired without killing you," Shark En said playfully.

"Besides being the Hong Kong and Macau boxing champion, I'm also a king when it comes to firearms!"

"Shark En, what exactly do you want?" Nine-Dragon took a deep breath, suppressing his doubts and anger as he asked.

He was betrayed once and then fell into the hands of Hung Hing.

It can't die.

It would be a lie to say that Nine-Dragon wasn't completely bewildered at this moment.

"You'll find out soon enough." Shark En didn't explain further; there was no point in having a conversation with this unlucky loser.

A short while later, I received a phone call.

After exchanging a few words, he hung up and looked at Nine-Tattooed Dragon again, laughing, "Good news, your Uncle Shuifang is dead."

"What?" Nine-Dragon was stunned.

"That old bastard betrayed you, making you a scapegoat... Now that he's dead, isn't that good news for you?"

"This is also good news for us in Hung Hing. All of us together can say it's double happiness," Shark En said lazily.

Nine-Dragon's expression was extremely complex.

He could never forget how his brother and uncle pretended to take the blame, but in reality, they were sending him to his death.

I can't forget Ma Jiaohong's eyes...

For her own power, she showed no regard for sentiment and betrayed herself.

Thinking of this, Nine-Dragon clenched his fists, his anger burning fiercely within him.

He contributed a lot to the Shuifang's current success, and he deserves the most credit among all the thugs... Yet even so, he was still ruthlessly betrayed and made a scapegoat.

It would be a lie to say that I'm not angry or resentful.

"Do you want me to deal with the water room?" Nine-Dragon suddenly asked.

“Oh, what does that mean?” Shark raised an eyebrow.

"The only reason you spared my life is this... because I'm familiar enough with the water room, and I'm ruthless enough now! If I make a move, I can eliminate anyone, no matter who they are." Nine-Striped Dragon gave his opponent a deep look and continued:

"First, we set up a trap for Ma Jiaohong, making him believe that I had really been shot dead."

After that was settled, negotiations began. Uncle Di believed that since they had already found a scapegoat and Liang Zheng had received her share of the benefits, Hung Hing would likely let them off the hook in the end…

It was under these circumstances of relaxed vigilance that my brother and uncle were assassinated!

Unsurprisingly, this was all a scheme orchestrated by Liang Zheng, designed to eliminate them completely.

"And finally... if I'm not mistaken, the destruction of the Water House should be left to me. Because I know them best, and I know the locations of all their strongholds and high-level locations. Shark En, am I right?" Nine-Striped Dragon asked, his eyes fixed on Shark En, as if searching for some answer.

After a moment of silence, Shark En said, "Are you fucking stupid? I'm just a thug, only responsible for doing the work. How would I know these things?"

Nine-Dragon was speechless.

It seems like everything I just said was for nothing.

“You’re absolutely right.” Just then, a voice came from outside the basement, and a carefree young man walked in with his hands in his pockets.

Nine-Tattooed Dragon looked and saw that it was Nan Zheng.

"Nine-Dragon, I didn't expect you to be so clever. You actually managed to guess this?" Nan Zheng tilted her head and said with a smile.

"Even if I don't die, that's all the value I have, isn't it?" Nine-Dragon glanced at the table, found a pack of cigarettes, picked it up and lit one.

Nan Zheng clicked her tongue in amazement and laughed, "Then I really underestimated you!"

"But... Nine-Dragon, with a brain as sharp as yours, you'd actually become a scapegoat?"

"Did your ancestors send you a dream? You've suddenly become so awesome!"

"A person only changes after dying once, doesn't he?" Nine-Dragon exhaled a cloud of mist, looking somewhat haggard.

“Then I believe you.” Nan Zheng clapped her hands and said with great interest.

He had overheard some of what was said earlier.

It must be said that Nine-Dragon's guess was indeed quite accurate.

He was also planning to do that.

“The Hung Hing family is large and powerful, and Mr. Nan’s reputation is legendary… Now that Flower Buddha and Uncle are dead, the water room is left with only some good-looking but useless fellows. I don’t understand, Mr. Nan, why did you hire me?” Nine-Dragon asked again.

"A couple from the martial arts world, who betrayed each other for power, leading to their sudden death. Unexpectedly, they were reborn the next night, and the other party came back to life, searching for the woman to avenge his death... Nine-Dragon, don't you think this story is very interesting?" Nan Zheng said with a smile.

"I love these melodramatic plots! Just like a novel written by the motherfucker."

"But now I'm not satisfied with just hearing about it; I also like to have it made on the spot. Is that reason enough?"

Nine-Tattooed Dragon felt a chill run down his spine.

He understood now that Liang Zheng wanted him to kill Ma Jiao Hong.

Before, they slept in the same bed; now, they want each other to die by the same knife... How is this any different from killing each other?
"What makes you think I would do it?" Nine-Dragon chuckled.

"What if I'm magnanimous enough to choose to forgive Ma Jiaohong?"

"Then I'll kill your whole family."

Nine-Dragon's expression froze.

"People must learn to atone for their sins! You killed so many of my brothers, I don't know how much medical expenses you'll have to pay. Isn't it reasonable for me to take revenge by killing your whole family?"

Nine-Dragon's face was extremely grim.

"Remember this, I'm a very kind person! I never threaten anyone... because I do what I say! Is doing something still a threat? This is called stating the facts, hahaha!"

Nan Zheng laughed wildly, her expression arrogant.

Since becoming the leader, he has grown to enjoy watching grand operas more and more.

Especially those that are particularly melodramatic.

It's like watching a movie... oh no, it's even more exciting than watching a movie.

Every cut is bloody.

"How badly are you injured?" Nan Zheng asked Shark En.

Shark immediately shook his head: "Don't worry, boss, you'll see when he wakes up."

"They probably didn't even penetrate the bone, how could they possibly get injured?"

"At most, I'll just have a headache for the next few days and won't be able to fly."

“Then give him a knife and a gun, and thirty men, and make him do things.” Nan Zheng pointed at Nine-Dragon, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

"Of course, if he doesn't behave, then thirty people will go to his house... chop chop chop! Bang bang bang!" Nan Zheng mouthed a few more times before leaving with a smile.

He deliberately left the Nine-Dragon Pattern there, just so he could clean the water room.

Even a wrecked ship has three pounds of nails.

Since the top leaders have all fallen, let's just go all the way and finish this job.

Nine-Dragon felt a chill run through his body.

At this moment, he truly felt Liang Zheng's ruthlessness.

That's even more insane than insane.

Nine-Dragon couldn't help but wonder where Flower Buddha got the courage to fight against such a person.

No wonder they were defeated before even finishing a single round!

If you start a fight without even figuring out how strong your opponent is, who else will die if not you?
……

Inside the main hall of Wo Luen Shing, Uncle Deng also received news that his brother and uncle had been stabbed to death in the street.

The police are right across the street, but they can't catch a trace of the murderer.

I don't know if the police are incompetent or if the real killer is elusive.

Uncle Deng sighed and said, "My brother and I are about the same age and have similar social status. It's a real pity that we died in the struggles of the martial world."

"Uncle Deng, do you know who did what?" Jimmy sat opposite him, dressed in a black suit, looking very energetic and dashing.

Uncle Deng glanced at him: "Who else could it be?"

"Who knows? What if someone frames us?" Jimmy shrugged.

"After all, there are plenty of people trying to take advantage of the situation these days."

Regardless of whether anyone is taking advantage of the situation, the prime suspect is still Nan Zheng.

This guy is cunning and full of tricks and schemes.

There's nothing he wouldn't dare to do, only things others haven't thought of.

Everyone who sees it is terrified.

“Uncle Deng, I’ve said it before: once we and Lian Sheng transform and distance ourselves from others, we’ll thrive.” Jimmy lit a cigarette and continued:

“Look at things now, so many things happen every day in Hong Kong, big and small, but what about us and Luen Shing? So many days have passed, and there hasn’t been a single problem. It’s clear that my methods and strategies are correct.”

If they follow the same old pattern... they'll probably either perish in internal strife or be swallowed up.

"Of course, you may not believe it, but just look at what happened to the water room and you'll understand."

Uncle Deng fell silent.

He knew very well that Hua Fo used to give Nan Zheng millions of dollars every month.

However, when the conflict actually occurred, Nan Zheng showed no mercy whatsoever, and attacked without hesitation, eliminating all traces of the problem.

Such a heartless and ruthless person is someone that everyone would be afraid of.

“Jimmy, I’m getting old. It’s time for you young people to take care of Wo Shing. I won’t ask any more questions. I’ll just retire peacefully.” Uncle Deng sighed again.

"Uncle Deng, it's good that you know." Jimmy smiled even more happily. It was best that the old man didn't interfere and just supported him from behind.

He Lian Sheng has now become a logistics company, but it is still in its early stages.

There are still many things that haven't been resolved.

For example, internally...

Brands like Fish Head Brand and Tai Po Black Brand, which are known for their pink-tinted designs, should be dealt with as soon as possible. Wo Luen Shing Company cannot tolerate such high-ranking executives with such a tarnished track record.

This is Jimmy's goal now.

……

When Ma Jiaohong finished giving his statement at the police station, it was already close to five or six in the morning.

The sky was beginning to lighten, and the time that belonged to the gangsters was quietly slipping away.

Ma Jiaohong looked exhausted. He made a phone call and asked his underlings to come and pick him up.

Because the younger brother and uncle had triad affiliations, the murder case was not established at all, and instead had to be handed over to the anti-triad unit for handling.

There will be a considerable amount of time needed for the handover process.

Ma Jiaohong will probably have to go to the anti-gang squad again in a while.

You will never enter the government when you are alive, and you will never go to hell when you die.

Ma Jiaohong felt disgusted by the constant comings and goings to and from the location of the imperial aura.

A car pulled up shortly after, and Ma Jiaohong met with the driver before getting in.

"Sister Hong, was it Hung Hing who did this to my brother's uncle?" the younger brother asked angrily as soon as they met.

"I don't know." Ma Jiaohong shook her head, her eyes showing some weariness.

"It's highly likely that the other party did it, but it's also possible that someone is trying to take advantage of the situation. So we need to investigate further before drawing any conclusions."

"The internal situation is in complete chaos right now. Everyone's saying they want to hire a gunman to take care of Liang Zheng." The underling thought for a moment, then suppressed his anger and said:
“Those uncles don’t consider us outsiders, after all, we were just kicked out to the New Territories.”

"So what? What power do they have? Just because they have money to hire gunmen?" Ma Jiaohong lit a cigarette and sneered.

"Liang Zheng could easily outmaneuver them! You think they're the only ones with guns and the other side doesn't?"

"What can we do? Brother, Uncle, Dragon Head, and Brother Long are all dead... We have too much hatred, we can't let it go unpunished."

This time, Ma Jiaohong did not answer.

For her, no one is more important than herself.

If Ma Jiaohong can become the faucet in the water room based on this opportunity, that would be the best choice.

That's what she thought, and that's what she was prepared to do.

After all, all the big bosses above are dead, so wouldn't I be the boss now?
"Alright, let's drive back first and have a meeting to discuss your brother's funeral arrangements," Ma Jiaohong said, taking a drag of his cigarette.

The younger brother nodded.

However, the car hadn't gone far, just as it arrived in Sham Shui Po, when suddenly three or four Toyota Hiaces flanked it from both sides and crashed into it.

Ma Jiaohong's pupils immediately contracted.

boom!
Several Toyota Hiace vehicles crashed into Ma Jiaohong simultaneously, and before Ma could react, his car was crushed.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen thugs got out of the Toyota Hiace and started smashing the car without saying a word.

"Call for backup! Call them now!" Ma Jiaohong shouted, clutching her head. Glass shattered and smashed all around them.

My younger brother had already been knocked unconscious and couldn't hear a word.

Then there's no need to even make a phone call.

"No need to call for backup, I'm from the water room, I'm standing right here."

Suddenly the sounds of smashing and looting outside stopped, followed by a familiar voice.

Ma Jiaohong suddenly looked up and immediately saw Jiuwenlong, whose head was bandaged, getting out of the car.

Upon seeing this, Ma Jiaohong was utterly shocked.

"You, you, this... Brother Long!?"

“Yes, you read that right. It’s early in the morning, and there’s no ghost in sight.” Nine-Dragon took a machete from one of his underlings without expression.

Slowly opening the car door: "It's me, I'm back!"

At this moment, Ma Jiaohong's eyes were filled with disbelief and surprise.

She witnessed Nine-Dragon being shot in the head and killed with her own eyes, so how come nothing happened to her this time?
Especially since it was standing right in front of me, alive and well.

This made her feel even more fearful and terrified.

"Why did you betray me?" As expected, Nine-Dragon asked that question.

Ma Jiaohong's heart trembled, and her lips began to quiver. She suppressed her fear and said, "This...this wasn't my doing, it was my uncle..."

"The person is already dead, so you can say whatever you want, can't you?" Nine-Striped Dragon interrupted directly, his eyes cold.

"Ma Jiaohong, what was our relationship before? Hmm?"

"I haven't mistreated you in any way, have I?"

Ma Jiaohong's eyes were filled with fear at this moment.

She didn't speak, nor did she dare to speak again.

Because Ma Jiaohong had already realized that Nine-Dragon had revealed murderous intent.

"Pfft—" Ma Jiaohong suddenly felt a chill in her abdomen. She subconsciously looked down and saw blood gushing out. Her expression was one of extreme shock.

"you you……"

"You are the woman I love most in my life," Nine-Dragon whispered in her ear.

"Unfortunately, you still chose to betray me without hesitation because of your own interests."

"You deserve to die!"

puff puff-

Nine-Dragon swiftly struck again, delivering several more blows. Ma Jiaohong coughed up blood, trembling as she looked at him. Finally, her head slowly and unconsciously drooped down.

He leaned against Nine-Dragon's shoulder.

Nine-Dragon's expression was complex, containing resentment, but even more so, confusion...

He didn't understand, were interests really that important?

They can even betray their own people, and even sell them out without hesitation.

After a short while, Nine-Dragon took a deep breath, composed himself, took out his knife again, and patted the underling's face with the back of the blade.

"Brother Long, you're not dead!?" When the underling woke up, he saw Nine-Tattooed Dragon standing alive in front of him, and he was so frightened that his soul almost left his body.

Is this some kind of ghost?

“Yes, I’m not dead,” Nine-Dragon said directly, lighting a cigarette as he did so.

Give one to that little brother too.

This person used to be with him, but later Ma Jiaohong became his girlfriend.

That's how you get close to the other side.

Essentially, he's still Nine-Dragon's underling, because he's loyal enough.

"What exactly happened?" The underling was very confused. He was surrounded by menacing Hung Hing thugs, and Ma Jiao Hong in the back row had already been stabbed to death.

My heart skipped a beat.

"You don't need to know this, it's too complicated... What you need to do now is to inform the uncles in the water room."

Those with money pay money, those without money hand over power.

"I'll be there in person to demand it in half an hour. If they refuse, I'll just take it by force!" Nine-Striped Dragon said directly, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

He knew very well that his brother and uncle had betrayed him and made him take the blame; it must have been decided in a meeting.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been so decisive.

Therefore, Nine-Dragon now has the same option as Beautiful Kite.

First, squeeze all their money out of them, then kill them all!
In this world, it's okay to be disloyal, but if you're disregarding morality, you'll die.

The underling seemed to understand something, nodded fearfully, and was then led away in another car by several Hung Hing members, speeding off.

“Mr. Nan said he wants everything done,” one of the underlings said.

Why release them?

"Release them because we need to prepare them mentally, to let them think carefully about where they've hidden all the money they've made in their lives..." Nine-Dragon said, taking a drag of his cigarette.

"Don't worry, I mean what I say, and I won't let anyone get away with it."

"It's not just because we have no other choice, it's also because of safety."

The Hung Hing members were speechless.

Nine-Dragon has said everything that needed to be said.

In just one morning, Nine-Dragon led his men to the New Territories, defeating them one by one, and then bringing down the Water House.

In reality, given Hung Hing's current status, even if they were given more advance preparation, they wouldn't be able to prepare anything.

Anyway, it was always the underlings who died.

If they want to fight, then let them fight.

But if we really fight... then we have to seriously consider the risk of our whole family being cremated.

Therefore, the purpose of Nine-Dragon's advance warning was to squeeze them dry before killing them all.

This time, he will not leave any trouble behind.

……

The next morning, Nan Zheng got out of bed, yawning.

Turning around, I found He Min was also sleeping like a log, not having gotten up.

He kicked it right in the butt:

Why didn't you go to the store today?

"I was shopping in Taiwan a few days ago, and I'm still tired, so I'm taking a day off," He Min muttered, scratching her shapely buttocks.

"Damn, it's been several days already? And you're only saying you're tired now? Is your physical condition really that bad?" Nan Zheng pouted.

Wanting to be lazy but finding this ridiculous excuse.

They probably went out to play all day yesterday.

However, Nan Zheng was too lazy to care. Right now, the main store's business was booming, and he could make a fortune just by relying on his reputation as Liang Zheng.

It doesn't matter whether I go to manage the accounts or not.

As long as we prevent people from falsifying accounts, there won't be any problems.

After having a quick breakfast, Nan Zheng returned to her office.

Just then, Ah Wu walked into the office. "Shark En couldn't reach you, so he asked me to let you know that Nine-Dragon has taken care of the water room in the New Territories."

"How so?" Nan Zheng lit a cigarette, seemingly uninterested.

"I heard that Nine-Dragon squeezed the wallets of those uncles in the water room dry, and there must have been about 30 to 40 million in total... and then he dug a hole and buried it all."

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect this Nine-Tattooed Dragon to be such a ruthless person, willing to take money or his life." A-Wu said with some amazement.

“If you were betrayed, you would have done something even worse!” Nan Zheng scoffed.

After thinking for a moment, he added, "Let Nine-Dragon take the money back, and then leave it alone."

"What about Nine-Dragon? What will happen to him?" A-Wu asked again.

"Let's keep an eye on it first," Nan Zheng said with a yawn.

In the story, Nine-Dragon got tired of the conflicts in the martial arts world and opened a restaurant called Nine Dragons Ice Room.

If things remain the same, then Nan Zheng will stop caring about him altogether.

If there are any ulterior motives...

Then let's send him down to see Ma Jiaohong.

Couples should live and die together.

In the afternoon, Nan Zheng saw Shark En come over with a leather bag, put it on the ground, unzip it, and find it full of Hong Kong dollars.

It's similar to what A-Wu said, the accounts are probably around 30 to 40 million.

“Five million, you can divide it among yourselves,” Nan Zheng said directly.

"The remainder will be transferred to He Min's account and used for financial investment."

"Just let Chen Tianyi handle it."

"OK!" Shark En grinned and made a gesture, in a good mood.

After all, with millions divided up, each leader could get hundreds of thousands.

Who wouldn't be happy to be greedy for money?
“Call Tian Yangsheng and tell him to bring his brothers and sisters along; we’re going to Thailand tonight,” Nan Zheng added.

"Are you going to do something like this in Che Baoshan?" Shark asked, as the news had spread throughout Hung Hing.

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. Are you the boss or am I the boss?"

Nan Zheng slapped Shark En across the head, then said:
"Have Wang Jianguo select twenty gunmen to come with me."

"We must be willing to fight and kill."

"Okay." Shark En scratched his head, then had nothing more to say, took the money and left.

Nan Zheng suddenly remembered something.

Do I need a translator?

Although I am fluent in many languages, as a local entrepreneur, wouldn't it be more prestigious to have a beautiful translator by my side?

I perked up a bit then.

He then turned and made a phone call to Fei Jing:

"Hello? Boss?"

Is Li Xinxin still by the side of the Shaw Brothers movie queen?

"Li Xinxin?" Fei Jing was full of questions. So much time had passed that he had forgotten who the other person was.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "It should be there. I'll go ask when the time comes."

“Okay, just say I’m going to Thailand now and need a translator, 10,000 a day,” Nan Zheng said directly.

"Wow, so generous! Boss, I can translate too!" Fei Jing's eyes lit up.

"Sleep with you tonight?"

Fei Jing:………

After a moment of silence, Fei Jing hung up the phone and rushed off to find someone.

In less than half an hour, he got Li Xinxin's phone number from Du Juan'er.

After dialing, Fei Jing immediately said, "Miss Li Xinxin, it's me, Fei Jing."

"Jingdao?" Li Xinxin's voice came through, sounding somewhat puzzled, but she also remembered that she and Du Juan'er had gone to a restaurant to celebrate earlier.

I met this director, Fei Jing, once.

He also mentioned that his boss needed a translator and asked if he wanted to go.

However, nothing came of it after that.

“Yes, yes, it’s me! I know Ms. Li Xinxin graduated from the University of Hong Kong and knows a lot about language communication... My boss is going to Thailand this time, I wonder if Ms. Li Xinxin is free to be a translator?” Fei Jing said with a smile.

"You rejected me last time, so you can't refuse me this time! Besides, my boss is offering 9000 yuan a day, that's a lot."

"Nine thousand?" Li Xinxin was immediately tempted upon hearing this.

Most of what she does now is free charity work, helping impoverished children go to school, and she doesn't have much money of her own.

Relying on a teacher's regular salary is definitely not enough.

They're actually saying translation jobs cost 9,000 a day now...

It's hard to refuse when they offer too much.

"When are we going?" Li Xinxin asked after a moment's thought.

“I’ve checked, my boss is leaving tonight. Of course, you can go tomorrow, there’s no rush…”

“Okay, I’ll get ready now.” Li Xinxin didn’t refuse again and readily agreed.

She was determined to get the translation fee of nine thousand a day.

(End of this chapter)