Hong Kong film: Rise of Prison Break

This "Mr. Guo" is a behind-the-scenes figure whom he has been trying to win over recently. He is crucial to the next phase of the Lu Group's expansion plan and has immense influence.

"Please have Mr. Guo sit in the small reception room on the second floor and serve him the best tea. I'll be there shortly," Liu Yaozu quickly instructed, his voice regaining its usual gentleness and composure.

When distinguished guests arrive, it is naturally unacceptable to bring weapons.

He instinctively wanted to put the miniature pistol he had just brought back into the safe, but then he thought that things might change at any time with Wendi Qian, so it was better to keep it just in case.

Anyway, the meeting room was on the second floor, and the pistol was hidden in his lower back and concealed by his suit jacket, so no one would notice.

He tidied his appearance one last time in front of the decorative mirror on the wall, making sure that the smile on his face was that of a successful businessman—a confident yet humble, albeit insincere, smile.

Then, he turned and walked toward the study door.

Open the door and walk out.

As he closed the door, he casually pressed the light switch next to the door.

"Smack."

The study was plunged into darkness, with only the faint light from the window outlining the blurry shapes of the furniture.

The door was gently closed, and the sound of footsteps faded away along the thickly carpeted corridor.

The study returned to silence.

About ten seconds later.

The ceiling vent grille near the wall vibrated very slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a dark shadow, thicker than darkness itself and almost non-reflective, like a living liquid, slowly "flowed" out from the edge of the vent and silently "slid" down the smooth wall.

The dark figure landed without making a sound, its form seemingly coalescing slightly.

It "walked" to the mahogany bookshelf and mimicked its previous action—finding the complete works of Shakespeare and "pressing" down on a specific spot on the spine.

"Click".

The bookshelf slid open again, revealing the safe.

A dark shadow "covered" the keypad, as if invisible "fingers" were moving it. Three circles to the left, two circles to the right, one circle to the left... the cabinet door popped open.

The shadowy figure, like ink, quickly "penetrated" into the safe, covering every partition and every corner, including the hidden fingerprint lock compartment.

The whole process was incredibly fast, yet eerily quiet.

A few seconds later.

The shadowy figure, like a videotape playing in reverse, began to "rewind." It exited the safe, and the door closed silently. It "flowed" back to the bookshelf, and the bookshelf slid back into place.

Then, the dark shape "climbed" up the wall back to the ceiling, passed through the vent grille, and disappeared.

It was as if it had never existed.

The elegant little reception room on the second floor was filled with the gentle fragrance of incense.

Liu Yaozu was all smiles as he personally poured tea for a man in his fifties, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, with a calm demeanor, while making polite remarks about market prospects and win-win cooperation.

Sudden--

Liu Yaozu felt a sudden pang of heart palpitation for no apparent reason!

A strange, icy chill suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart, instantly sweeping through his limbs and bones, causing his hand holding the teacup to tremble almost imperceptibly, and a few drops of scalding tea splashed onto the back of his hand.

He was slightly taken aback; this sudden sense of foreboding caught him off guard.

At that moment, he noticed that Mr. Guo, who was sitting opposite him, seemed to frown slightly and glanced at his face meaningfully, as if he had noticed his momentary loss of composure.

Liu Yaozu felt a chill run down his spine and immediately suppressed the strange feeling.

His smile remained unchanged, even becoming more attentive, as if he had only been slightly burned by the hot tea. While wiping his hand with a tissue, he continued the previous conversation: "Mr. Guo, please have some tea. This is top-grade Wuyi rock tea that a friend specially brought back from the mainland. Please try it..."

In the luxurious reception room on the second floor, the air was filled with the aged aroma of top-grade Pu'er tea and a hint of barely perceptible tension.

Guo Zhiqiang, dressed in a well-fitting Zhongshan suit, appeared to be leisurely sipping tea, engaging in perfunctory conversation with Liu Yaozu.

His gleaming Italian handmade leather shoes tapped very lightly and rhythmically against the soft, expensive Persian carpet.

Almost simultaneously, he felt a slight, rhythmic vibration under his feet—the sound of a tiny receiver hidden in his heel transmitting Morse code. The message was brief: "Old Ghost, I've got this sorted out. We can retreat now..."

Guo Zhiqiang remained expressionless. As he put down his teacup, he subtly wiggled his toes inside his shoe, sending a confirmation signal via a miniature transmitter hidden in the top of his sock: "Hmm."

The movement was so subtle that even Liu Yaozu, who was standing right next to him, did not notice it at all.

"Mr. Guo," Liu Yaozu said with sincere worry, appearing as a devoted son and grandson deeply concerned for the family business, "as the saying goes, family scandals should not be aired in public. Alas, my father... made a moment of folly and committed a terrible disaster, almost plunging the Lu Group into utter ruin. As his son-in-law, I feel deeply uneasy and ashamed before all the shareholders!"

He deliberately referred to his "father-in-law" as "my father" to highlight his unity with the Lu family and in an attempt to gain sympathy and trust.

Upon hearing this, Guo Zhiqiang, who was sitting opposite him, paused almost imperceptibly with his hand holding the teacup, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

Who in the industry doesn't know that Liu Yaozu embezzled his father-in-law's property and sent Robinson to prison?

To still be able to shamelessly play the role of a filial son at this moment, his hypocrisy has reached its peak.

"Alright, Mr. Liu," Guo Zhiqiang put down his teacup, waved his hand, and cut to the chase in a calm voice, "I know the whole story. There's no point in dwelling on the past. Let's talk about the present… How much money are you willing to offer?"

His gaze was sharp as an eagle's, fixed on Liu Yaozu as if he were discussing an ordinary business deal.

Liu Yaozu was overjoyed!

He originally thought he would have to use a lot of persuasion and even make more promises of future benefits to persuade this old fox, but he didn't expect the other party to take the initiative to mention selling shares!

He suppressed his barely contained excitement, and the feigned sorrow on his face quickly transformed into the caution and eagerness of a businessman, though his tone inevitably betrayed a hint of urgency.

"Mr. Guo means... he's changed his mind and is willing to sell his shares in Lu's Group?"

He leaned forward slightly, as if afraid of missing a single word.

"I'll sell you Malaysian Ringgit, you old bastard, hurry up!!"

"Your grandson is in my hands. If you dare to play any tricks, I dare to kill you. Think it over!"

Suddenly, Zhang Wenjie's cold, harsh, and impatient rebuke rang out from the tiny bone conduction earphone hidden deep in Guo Zhiqiang's ear canal!

The voice was like a poisoned ice pick, instantly piercing through Guo Zhiqiang's barely maintained composure.

The background noise in the headphones faintly included the suppressed crying of a child and the sobbing of a woman.

In an inconspicuous bread truck a few streets away, Zhang Wenjie stared at the hypocritical conversation between Liu Yaozu and Guo Zhiqiang coming from the listening device, and a nameless anger rose within him.

That old devil Guo Zhiqiang is indeed stalling for time, and he has the idea of ​​changing his mind or waiting for a higher price!

His eyes were icy as he added a final, blatant threat into the microphone.