"Jimmy, Brother Zhuzhu, you're back. How's it going?"

That afternoon.

While Xiwei was downstairs, chatting with the boy guarding the counter, Jimmie and Liu Haizhu returned to the tea restaurant.

Glancing at it and seeing that Liu Haizhu had no intention of speaking, Jimmy Zai just chuckled and said: "It's done, the goods have been delivered to Brother Chang's dock and will be shipped tonight, thanks to Brother Zhuzhu, otherwise,

It’s not that easy.”

After a pause, Jimmy raised his finger and pointed to the second floor.

"Brother Hang, is it convenient now? Do you need me to go talk to him?"

"Now? You'd better wait a little longer. Someone is chatting with Brother Hang up there."

Hearing Xiwei's words, Jimmy looked curious.

"Who is looking for Brother Hang?"

"Those who are loyal and trustworthy, it seems... their surname is Luo?"

Inside the second floor.

Looking at Luo Tianhong, who was sitting across from him with blue hair and a toothpick in his mouth, looking frivolous, Li Wenhang secretly smacked his tongue.

Sure enough, it has the same shape as in "The Handsome Man", but it lacks the eight-sided Han sword and lacks flavor.

Pushing the cluttered thoughts out of his mind, Li Wenhang poured himself a cup of tea and asked curiously: "I remember your Tangkou is in Yau Ma Tei, why do you come to a small place like me when you are so busy with Yau Jian Wang?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Li Longtou. No one in the world knows that Prince Hung Hsing, who carries the flag in Tsim Sha Tsui, will bow his head in front of you. I am a red stick with a high profile, so of course I have to come and check you out."

Luo Tianhong paused and leaned forward slightly.

"Actually, my boss told me privately that with so many prefixes in Hong Kong now, the one he admires the most is Mr. Li's He Ngee Ann. Although it was a small sunset club before, it was brave enough to fight against the three major ones in Hong Kong.

The most important thing is that I can still win the battle. I am very curious as to what secret Mr. Li has to make his business so prosperous."

Li Wenhang would not take Luo Tianhong's superficial compliments lightly.

He held up the tea cup, blew in the hot air, and said with a very calm expression: "It's not as awesome as you said, but the brothers are all united and willing to support me, the big boss. As for the evil fight in Hong Kong, the three characters

Well, it was because of their infighting that I had the chance to eat the soup."

After taking a sip of tea, Li Wenhang put down the cup and asked further.

"Tianhong, you're so busy and you came all the way here just to compliment me, right?"

Luo Tianhong was a martial artist after all, so he was able to tell so many compliments because he had shown off his skills to Li Wenhang before at the Prince's Boxing Gym. Now that he heard Li Wenhang talking so honestly, he stopped being secretive at all.

"I came to see you because my boss wanted to see you. He knows you are reliable, Mr. Li, so he is looking for an opportunity to join forces with you and plant a flag together in Tsim Sha Tsui. As prosperous as Ngee Ann, there should be one in Yau Tsim Mong."

It has a place."

After hearing what Luo Tianhong explained clearly, Li Wenhang shook his head and chuckled.

No wonder Luo Tianhong came to praise him because he wanted to use him as a gun.

Lian Haolong's abacus is very good.

He had just defeated Hong Xing and the prince. If Zhongyixin joined forces with him, raised a banner and fought to Tsim Sha Tsui together, it would not be a response, but it would definitely be able to help Zhongyixin block a lot of resistance...

Not to mention, Hong Hing and Ngee On already have some grudges. Even if the two families divide Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Hing's first target of revenge will definitely still be them and Ngee On.

Let him protect the loyal and trustworthy people from the wind and rain, and carve up Tsim Sha Tsui together?

Li Wenhang has no such interest.

At previous internal regular meetings, Li Wenhang had already thought clearly that what He Ngee'an needs most now is to settle down and digest it. After the business boom period is over, the funds can be collected. By then, Li Wenhang wants to be in the oil industry.

If you put up a flag in Jianwang, why should you share food with others?

He has no interest in being taken advantage of by others who want to take advantage of Zhongyixin.

Thinking of this, Li Wenhang casually rebuffed: "Your boss is indeed discerning if you think highly of me. However, we and Ngee Ann just want to do business honestly and have no interest in fighting to the end."

After a pause, Li Wenhang opened the drawer, took out the tea cake, and placed it in front of Luo Tianhong.

"This is Longjing tea from the Mainland. Please give it to Mr. Lian for me. By the way, tell him that I thank him for his kindness, but He Ngee Ann will not be able to plant flags in the future."

Luo Tianhong did not expect that Li Wenhang would be so decisive when faced with the proposal to join forces.

But he soon came to his senses, picked up the tea cake, stood up and smiled.

"Mr. Li, the world is a whirlpool. If you don't want to fight, you won't fight."

Then, he shook the tea cake in his hand.

"I'd like to thank you in advance for my boss. I believe it won't be long before someone asks Mr. Li to step into the whirlpool of Yau Tsim Wong again. At that time, my boss will treat Li with this piece of tea cake.

Yours, sir."

After finishing speaking, Luo Tianhong stopped staying and turned to leave.

He left, but Li Wenhang's heart was not as peaceful as expected.

After all, Luo Tianhong's last sentence obviously had something to it.

What does it mean if someone invites you to step into Yau Tsim Mong again?

Could it be that besides the loyal and trustworthy people, is there anyone who wants to be the one who takes advantage of me?

Who could this person be?

Hong Wen, Zuo Ge’s boss? Sanlian, run by Blue Whale? Or some other prefix?

The clues were limited, and Li Wenhang couldn't think of an answer, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

Anyway, no matter who they are, if they want to do something, they will leave traces, and if there are traces, they can naturally be found out.

No longer bothered by Luo Tianhong's words, Li Wenhang stood up and went downstairs.

"Xiwei, go prepare the car and come with me to Bolan Street."

"Yes, Brother Hang!"

Forty minutes later.

Xiwei drove Li Wenhang into the familiar Fengyue Street.

Of course, Li Wenhang came here not to find flowers, but to find Zhao Wen.

Ever since Liang Yaokai's sex shops and nightclubs successfully paved the way for sales, Weir Gang has been the biggest source of Li Wenhang's private treasury, and the huge profits naturally made Li Wenhang special to Zhao Wen.

Although the Phase III clinical trials are far from over, the prospects of Yuanhang Medical are self-evident.

Huge profits will naturally attract more covetous people.

In order to stabilize the structure of Yuanhang Medical, Li Wenhang has contacted barrister Luo Ying many times.

On the one hand, it is to ensure that the patent and qualification approval of Yuanhang Medical can be carried out smoothly; on the other hand, it is to ask Luo Ying's lawyers to redesign new contracts for all members of the company.

Competition contracts, confidentiality contracts, and almost all the shackles that can ensure the normal listing of Weirgang, Li Wenhang have all been stuffed into the terms of the contract. This is why Li Wenhang came to Zhao Wen frequently during this period.

Fortunately, although the new contract is more stringent, with Li Wenhang's increasing salary, Yuanhang Medical employees have basically completed the signing of the new contract. Li Wenhang came today just to confirm with Zhao Wen to avoid any problems.

Failure to sign due to negligence.

The car stopped downstairs.

Xiwei accompanied Li Wenhang into the elevator and went upstairs.

But as soon as the two of them entered the room, the nurse at the door stood up and spoke proactively.

"Mr. Li? You are here to see Dr. Zhao, right? She is not here."

"Isn't she here?" Li Wenhang was startled and then asked, "Where has she gone?"

"Well... I'm not sure, but she hasn't come to the clinic for two or three days."

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A fair-weather ghost

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