Hong Kong variety show: Why do you say I'm crazy?

Just as Wang Taiyi finished completing the bail procedures for A-Wu, a police officer called him into the inspector's office.

"Huh? M. Guoying? What's up?"

Ma Guoying waved for the police officers to leave.

After closing the door, Ma Guoying asked Wang Taiyi to sit down.

"Grandma, may I call you that?"

Mrs. Wang nodded slightly.

"of course."

Ma Guoying poured him a cup of coffee, which she had brought herself; she was rather bourgeois.

“Ah Tai, you’re a successful person now. Don’t get involved with the underworld anymore. It’s not good for your career. Luckily, no one is pursuing this matter this time.”

Wang Taiyi took a sip of coffee, a little bewildered. Wait, when did our relationship become so good? What does this girl want?

The reason is actually quite simple: Ma Guoying is a smart man. Anyone who can become an inspector is not stupid. Wang Taiyi is destined to become a big shot in the future. Being friends with such a person is beneficial to oneself.

Thank you.

"You're welcome. We're friends, aren't we?"

As he spoke, Ma Guoying patted Wang Taiyi on the shoulder.

Wang Taiyi patted Ma Guoying's hand, which was resting on his shoulder.

"Okay, Guoying, I understand!"

"?"

Ma Guoying was a little confused. What do you know? You can tell that I want to befriend you? No wonder you're a young man who can become a tycoon; you can see through people's hearts.

"As long as you understand."

Wang Taiyi suddenly stood up, startling Ma Guoying.

"Grandma, what are you going to do?"

Wang Taiyi nodded to him.

"Guoying, I understand, I understand everything."

What do you know? Ma Guoying looked at Wang Taiyi with a puzzled expression as he walked to the window and pulled down the blinds. What was he going to do?

"bring it on!"

"What's coming?"

Wang Taiyi chuckled crookedly. "Heh, don't you understand what this kind of woman is thinking? What friends? She's just lusting after my body. I'll grant your wish since you're my type. No need to thank me, I'm just that understanding."

"Shh!"

Old Wang smoothly unzipped his pants and loosened his belt, and the pants fell to the ground.

"Come on, I've never tried this in an office before, especially not a police station office."

"Wang Defa!"

Ma Guoying cursed out loud. Did this bastard even know what he was doing? Although he had a bit of a crush on him, he didn't expect things to move so quickly, especially in the office.

With a flushed face, Ma Guoying rushed to Wang Taiyi, squatted down, and tried to pull up his pants.

"Madan, we've got a lead on that case of objects being thrown from a high-rise building last time... it's..."

The door opened, and a male police officer pushed it in. He stopped mid-sentence, realizing what he saw: the sharp-looking Madman was squatting on the ground, clutching a man's pants. Those who knew, knew.

"Madan, I'm sorry, it was my mistake. I'll report back on the case later. You can continue."

As he spoke, he looked at Old Wang and gave him an admiring look.

Old Wang returned the look with a "basic" glance.

"Wait, Wilson isn't what you think! Listen to me!"

As he spoke, Ma Guoying got up and punched Old Wang in the stomach before chasing after the police officer to explain.

Old Wang calmly put on his pants.

"I'm still embarrassed."

......

Deng Bo and Chuanbao left the police station and got into his luxury car.

"Uncle Deng, are you really going to reconcile with that Prince Dong? Look at your belly, that layer of skin is almost like a skirt. If it were me, I would never let him off the hook."

Uncle Deng glared at him.

"If you can't speak properly, then shut up. What do you mean by 'skirt'?"

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Uncle Deng said:

"Reconciliation? How could there be reconciliation? None of those who humiliated me survived. Reconciliation is only temporary; I'll make my own arrangements afterward!"

"Ok?"

Uncle Deng suddenly realized something was wrong; this wasn't the way home.

"Ah Xiong, where are we going?"

Uncle Deng looked at the driver's seat.

"No, you're not Ah Xiong, who are you?"

The driver was sitting in the plane's seat, and Guo Zhui, in the co-pilot's seat, turned around and pulled out a submachine gun, pointing it at the two people in the back seat.

"Shut up! Our boss asked Uncle Deng to do something for you. Please cooperate, or we'll beat you to death."

I knew it!

Uncle Deng thought to himself, "I knew that crazy guy's quick agreement must be a trap."

......

A dog kennel by the sea.

Uncle Deng and Chuanbao, who were chained together with a wolfhound around their necks, looked at Wang Taiyi in horror.

Wang Taiyi looked at Awu and said:

"So? Have they agreed to act in my movie?"

As he spoke, he kicked Chuanbao, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead.

"Why are you meddling in my business? Do you really have such a strong desire to perform and get a role in my new movie?"

Chuanbao was on the verge of tears. All I did was say a few harsh words to you at the police station. Why did you have to react like this? Isn't it normal for gangsters to make threats? You're crazy. If you want to mess with Uncle Deng, then mess with him. Why did you arrest me?

A-Wu frowned.

"Brother Tai, these two are really stubborn. They're both seasoned veterans, acting like they know we won't kill them. Look, Uncle Deng doesn't seem afraid at all."

Uncle Deng, sitting on the ground, stared at Wang Taiyi without saying a word.

Suddenly, A-Wu thought of something.

"Brother Tai, give me all their paychecks, and I can act too. I can handle any role!"

Wang Taiyi looked at A Wu seriously, but pointed his finger at Uncle Deng.

"He absolutely has to act in it himself!"

"Everyone knows about me and Uncle Deng. If people know I can't handle him, who will support my movie?"

A-Wu glanced at Uncle Deng.

"Some people are truly willing to die rather than submit."

Wang Taiyi looked at A Wu.

"Then we'll see what you're capable of. I'll add more money!"

The words "add more money" were extremely damaging to A-Wu.

"Brother Tai, just watch my methods."

Ah Wu excitedly rubbed his hands together, walked up to Uncle Deng and the other man, looked them over, and then pointed at Chuanbao, who was pretending to be dead.

"this one."

The two henchmen set up the skewer that was pretending to be dead.

Chuanbao, who was pretending to be dead, squinted to see what was going on, only to see Awu swinging a hammer at his head, which scared him so much that he stopped pretending to be dead.

"No! I'll act it out. Boss, I'll act whatever you want me to act, even if it's a pile of shit."

Ah Wu smiled smugly, "One done."

Then he looked at Uncle Deng, who was sitting calmly on the ground.

"It's your turn."

Uncle Deng showed no sign of panic; he even smiled, though an unnatural blush appeared on his face.