To this day, Du Weiguo can be considered to have achieved a small amount of success. Given his self-esteem, he naturally does not want to personally do such a shabby job as debt collection.
Downstairs of the Bank of China Building, a total of five large trucks arrived, loaded with nearly two hundred short mules armed with knives and sticks.
These guys with dragons and phoenixes, arrogant teeth and claws, were recruited by Du Weiguo from the three major societies: 14K, Yi Zitou, and Zitou.
These crab soldiers and crab generals are usually responsible for the work of loan sharking and debt collection. They are professional counterparts and are familiar with the job.
The key point is that they came out to collect debts this time, and they raised the banner of evil spirits. They still helped Bank of China collect debts. They were so dignified and proud that their ancestors' graves were smoking.
Therefore, all the dwarf mules are very motivated, their faces are red, and their morale is like a rainbow. The steel pipe of the machete in their hand is violently hitting the guardrail of the truck, making a bang bang sound, and the murderous intent is skyrocketing!
When Zhao Mingwei hurried downstairs and saw the horrific scene in front of him, his legs became weak and he almost sat down on the ground.
But when these guys saw Du Weiguo, someone in the crowd suddenly howled loudly:
"Evil God!"
The dwarf mule who was making a fuss suddenly felt as if his mute acupoint had been tapped. He was completely silent. Not to mention shouting, he even held his breath.
The shadow of the famous tree of man!
After the mafia conference, the Evil God has become so famous in Hong Kong's arena that he has become the object of worship for all dwarf mules and a spiritual totem-like existence.
Seeing the real person, all the dwarf mules were so excited that they couldn't contain their excitement. Their breathing was heavy and their eyes were hot. They stared directly at Du Weiguo, and their eyeballs almost bulged out.
Du Weiguo was already accustomed to big scenes, so he was naturally not intimidated by these looks. He looked calm and exhaled the smoke calmly.
He casually helped Zhao Mingwei, who had weak legs, and cupped his hands towards the short mules. His tone was calm and his voice was clear:
"Dear brothers, I am Wesley, nicknamed Sha Shen, and this is Director Zhao Mingwei of the Bank of China, my friend.
You are following him to collect debts today. Don't be soft on anyone. As long as you don't give money, you can use all your skills to me. Please. "
One stone stirs up a thousand waves!
As soon as Du Weiguo finished speaking, these dumbfounded mules suddenly exploded, talking all over the place.
"Go to the street! If I can help Grandpa Evil God in this life, it will be worth dying!"
"I didn't say anything, Grandpa Evil God. If anyone dares to refuse to pay back the money and give you face, I will cut him into eight pieces!"
"Grandpa Evil God, I want to hang out with you!"
"Is this pretty boy really a devil? He's dressed like a human, fair and clean, and doesn't look like him? It's not like he's 2 meters tall. Oops~"
"Go to the street! You idiot~~"
The stupid bird who dared to say this was immediately attacked by a group of his companions, and he was overwhelmed by countless fists.
Du Weiguo smiled nonchalantly, raised his hand, and pressed it down slightly, and the scene suddenly became quiet.
"Brothers, please leave the matter of debt collection today. My brothers will settle the accounts clearly, and I can't let my brothers work in vain.
50 yuan per person per day, settled on the same day, and treated for injuries. If something happens, the settlement fee is 50,000 yuan, and I will personally avenge you. "
"Ouch~~"
Upon hearing this condition, all the dwarf mules went crazy, their eyes immediately turned red, they howled like ghosts, and were so excited that they wished they could die on the spot!
The salary offered by Du Weiguo is simply extremely good. At present, the overall salary in Hong Kong is not high. The average worker only earns less than 200 yuan a month, and the so-called white-collar workers only earn a few hundred yuan.
These dwarf mules are the lowest class of horse boys. They get richer every three times and become poorer every five times. In a month, they may not be able to make a lot of money.
50 yuan a day is equivalent to a monthly salary of 1,500 yuan, and there is also a settlement allowance of 50,000 yuan, which is simply an unprecedentedly high salary.
Let's put it this way, if offered such a treatment, Du Weiguo could take over all the dwarf mules in Hong Kong Island overnight.
The thin Zhao Mingwei, like a little chicken, was carried away by these high-spirited and squealing dwarf mules.
At this moment, his mind was shut down. After all, he came from the north and knew the details of Du Weiguo better.
He never imagined that the dignified director of the Special Service Department of Sijiu City, the famous Gancheng of the country, the famous King Du Yan, would now become a mafia giant who commands the world.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Du Weiguo lives in a high-rise elevator apartment in Wan Chai. At this moment, he is serving dinner to the pig Nightmare with a dark face.
The Night Dire doesn't seem to be picky about food, and is willing to accept the sweet, bitter, and spicy food, but in fact it also has its own dietary preferences.
Since arriving on Hong Kong Island, Night Dire has feasted on his food and lived happily every day, especially after eating Li Ji's roast suckling pig, which made him completely crazy.
He must eat it every day. As long as he can't eat it, it will bombard Du Weiguo's mind like crazy and act mischievously.
Today's roast pork in the Book of Rites was once again rounded up by Du Weiguo. It was not too much, only 23 in total.
The price is not too expensive either. The exclusive price is HK$150 per piece, totaling HK$3,400, which is a fraction of what others have paid for.
This meal consumed an entire year's income of an ordinary family. It was considered extravagant, but for Du Weiguo, this amount of money was a drop in the bucket.
Even if he does this every day, it only costs about 100,000 Hong Kong dollars a month. According to his current net worth, he can continue to squander it endlessly.
Night Dire, a pig, has developed a bad habit recently. It has actually started spitting out bones. After one meal, the bones alone can fill several buckets. The house is like a slaughterhouse.
Du Weiguo had a lot of bad habits, and he was somewhat of a neat fetishist. He couldn't tolerate it. His house was full of bones, and he could only follow Nightmare and clean them up.
Just after picking up the bones on the ground, Night Dire stared eagerly at the only remaining suckling pig, its tail wagging like a windmill.
Du Weiguo was so angry that he kicked its big ass and cursed angrily:
"Night Dire, you're almost done. How about you just go back to the woods to fend for yourself? What kind of family do you think you have when you have more than 20 pigs in one meal?"
The Night Dire itself had rough skin and thick flesh, and Du Weiguo couldn't use his true strength, so it received a kick without any pain or itching.
He swished closer and rubbed his big head against Du Weiguo's big hand, with a flattering expression on his face.
Just when Du Weiguo was about to curse a few more words, the phone on the table suddenly rang. He raised his sword eyebrows, gave the last suckling pig to Nightmare, and threatened angrily:
"Night Dire, if you dare to vomit everywhere again, I will castrate you."
Night Dire actually has no gender at all. It has dual attributes of plant and animal, and has no sexual characteristics.
The reason why it turned into a male dog was just because it sensed Du Weiguo's physiological characteristics. It's even more majestic to carry a knife, hey!
Du Weiguo picked up the phone and heard the expected voice of Reina. Only a limited number of people knew about his landline.
Apart from Reina, there are only Yidiantian and Uncle Jiu. Reina's tone at the moment is not very good, and the background is very noisy, as if she is on a plane, her voice is muffled:
"Wesley, what are you doing? Why did you invite a group of gangsters to wander around the streets, asking for debts and doing evil things? They caused uproar in the city and even the Hong Kong Governor was alerted~"
Obedient and obedient, Du Weiguo leaned lazily on the sofa, with a meaningful smirk on his lips and a teasing tone:
"What? It's natural to pay back debts. Is this disturbing your heart again, or is it another big shot?"
Reina was silent for a while, and then said in a deep voice:
"Wesley, you also know that the situation in the north is special now, it is a troubled time, and legitimate business collections like this are reasonable and legal.
You can completely follow the normal process and let the authorities intervene, or I can help mediate it. There is no need to make it so ugly. "
Du Weiguo sneered:
"Hey, Reina, why are you going to the grave to burn newspapers? Are you fooling yourself? Do you think Bank of China has gone through the normal process?
It is because of the special situation in the north that all these ghosts and monsters have jumped out. They have no way to ask for help, so they came to my door. "
Reina was silent again. The sound of her teeth could be heard through the phone. It took a while before she spoke again, her voice getting deeper and deeper:
"Wesley, Cheung Kong Industries has a close relationship with the Freemasons. You don't want to bring the war to Hong Kong Island, do you?"
Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo grinned, which was reasonable but unexpected, with a joking tone:
"I'm going to die. It doesn't matter. I can fight anywhere. Reina, help me tell Bourne that if he gets itchy, just come over!"
There was a thorn in Du Weiguo's words, which made Reina angry and her voice was very depressed:
"Wesley, I have told you many times that I am not a lackey of the Freemasons, nor am I your enemy. My position is just that I don't want you to make too many enemies and get yourself burned."
Du Weiguo's eyes were heavy and his tone was faint:
"Reina, I believe you are not a Freemason, but you dare to say that you know nothing about Bank of China being maliciously defaulting on loans?
Do you dare to say that Hong Kong officials did not deliberately shirk their duties here? To put it bluntly, England's position is that of an enemy rather than a friend, and they want to add insult to injury. "
Du Weiguo tore off this layer of window paper right to the point. This is also the case. Ever since England's back was broken by a German mustache in World War II.
He has become a lost dog, showing off his appearance. He has always played the role of a follower of Citigroup, collaborating and colluding with others.
Although Raina has a lot of power, she is just a spy leader and has no power to influence the political trends between countries.
Lei Na was speechless and remained silent for a long time. Du Weiguo did not speak immediately. Instead, he lit a cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke, and spoke in a sonorous tone:
"Reina, you should know my position very well. To put it bluntly, the Bank of China matter is not about money at all, but a test related to the bottom line.
I will never tolerate any malice against the North, especially if it involves dignity. I will do whatever it takes, even if I am shattered to pieces. "
Reina sighed, her voice almost hoarse: "Wesley, what do you want to do?"
Du Weiguo's tone was sharp:
"Reina, Hong Kong Island is your territory after all. If you don't look at the monk or the Buddha, I won't mess around. Let these silly dogs pay back their money and we will be fine.
However, if someone wants to bully others and try to fish in troubled waters, I will never be soft. I want to see how many heads the Freemasons have that I can chop off. "
As evening approached, the sky was filled with morning glow. Hundreds of gangsters, armed with knives and sticks and glowing faces, surrounded Zhao Mingwei and swaggered through the market.
This group of evil-doing and evil-looking guys are like tigers on a quiet street. Wherever they go, people avoid them, shops are closed, and there is a lot of panic.
One of them, a burly man named Fei Shi, was the steward with the prefix He. At this moment, he was holding Zhao Mingwei's neck, yelling and foaming at the mouth.
"Fight! Viagra, do you know? I am a fat lion. I am 30 years old and have been collecting debts for 13 years.
Today is the happiest day of my life, so cool! Did you see the expressions on the faces of those gangsters from Cheung Kong Holdings just now? "
A tall, bearded guy next to him was also very happy and excitedly added:
"That's right, this group of people rush to the streets, usually relying on the foreign devils' power, with their nostrils in the sky, and they don't even look at us.
Today, everyone was so scared that they didn't dare to fart. They spit out their money obediently and worked with the evil god. It was really awesome. "
Fat Lion rolled his beard angrily and said in a disdainful tone:
"Da Mao, I've always disliked you, but it's rare that you said a human word today! Forget it, next time you fall into my hands, I'll let you go."
This Da Mao is the manager of 14K. As the saying goes, colleagues are enemies. He and Fei Shi have often had fights over territory and customers in the past.
Da Zai He Ji, this is not an empty talk. You must know that the headquarters of the Tangkou with the word "He" is a Hong boxing gym.
Ma Chai, who starts with and, is also the best player in Hong Kong Island. This is also recognized. Against Fat Lion, Big Mao will be beaten frequently.
He was somewhat afraid of Fat Lion, but with so many people present, he was embarrassed to show his timidity, and replied with a stiff neck:
"Fat Lion, you are so arrogant. Do you think I am afraid of you? We are all disciples of the Evil God. The Evil God has said that we are not allowed to fight in the street, otherwise, huh!"
Fat Lion has a bad temper and can't be provoked the most. When he heard this, his eyes suddenly narrowed and he pointed at Da Mao. Just as he was about to spit out the fragrance, Zhao Mingwei held down his arm.
Zhao Mingwei's thin cheeks were all red at the moment, his eyes were a little red, and his hair was swaying as he walked, as if he was drunk.
He was high-spirited and changed his previous appearance of being a submissive and weak scholar. He even had a hint of gangsterism.
He really exhaled and raised his eyebrows today. The blockage that had accumulated in his chest was gone, and he was so happy that he wanted to look up to the sky and scream.
He went to three places with these idle mules today, and the first one he went to was Mr. Li's Yangtze River Industries.
The process of collecting the account was surprisingly smooth, with no conflicts at all, and a total of more than 34 million Hong Kong dollars was returned including principal and interest. Zhao Mingwei felt like he was falling into the clouds, it seemed like a dream but not a dream.
Zhao Mingwei was so thin that he used all his strength to hold down his arm, which was as thick as a fat lion's thigh, and shouted loudly:
"Brother Fat Lion, we are all our own people, why are you making a fuss? Brother Big Mao is absolutely right, no matter which prefix you used to mix it up with.
At least today, at this moment, we are all disciples of the evil god, fighting against each other, but it is taboo in the world, especially when you are working for the evil god, and you still dare to do whatever you want, how many brains do you have? "
The fat lion, a big man with an arrogant posture, was actually subdued by the chicken-like Zhao Mingwei with a few words, and he scratched his scalp:
"Hehe, Weiwei, your lesson is right. I don't dare to cause trouble for the evil god. By the way, you and his old man are friends. Will he open an incense hall in Hong Kong Island and plant his flag in the future?"
The fat lion asked the questions that all the short mules present had hidden in their hearts. The heated scene fell silent for an instant, and you could hear a pin drop. In fact, even without today's experience, everyone really wanted to worship under the evil god's disciples.
This is not only a matter of prestige, but also has real benefits. Mad Cow followed the evil spirit and jumped from a lame Ma Zai to the general flour agent of Hong Kong Island, making money and being soft.
Not only him, Mad Cow has dozens of new recruits in Hong Kong, who can also get thousands of dollars every month, making all the short mules jealous.
Zhao Mingwei smiled bitterly and said in a melancholy tone:
"Brothers, do you think that a person like the evil god who descends from the earth will really become friends with me?"
Everyone was stunned. Zhao Mingwei looked into the distance, his tone was cold and his expression was lonely:
"Mr. Wesley is a true god-like figure. He just cares about his love and gives me a little face, a mere mortal like us.
In this life, being able to form such a good relationship with my husband is already a rare blessing. Coveting for anything else is just a luxury. "
At this moment, Du Weiguo, who had already put on the aura of a god, was completely imageless, lying on the sofa in a daze.
His eyes were dull and his mind was wandering. The cigarette in his mouth had accumulated a long length of ash, and he was suddenly unknown.
The conversation with Reina just ended on bad terms, and the unbreakable relationship between them once again had deep cracks due to Freemasonry.
This is also a helpless matter. After all, Reina is the secret service director of MI6 and has a position. Even if she likes Du Weiguo in her heart, she cannot commit treason for him.
The influence of Freemasonry is really terrifying, with its tentacles reaching almost every corner of all walks of life. I didn’t know anything about it before because the level was too low.
When his status rose to a certain level, Du Weiguo was shocked to discover that the Tongji Association was almost everywhere, especially in the business field, like a black curtain that covered the sky and airtight.
"Ling ring ring~"
The phone on the coffee table suddenly rang, interrupting Du Weiguo's thoughts. Thinking it was Reina again, Du Weiguo answered it impatiently, with a cold tone:
"What's the matter?"
On the other end of the phone, Uncle Jiu's calm voice sounded:
"Wesley, it's me, Feng Jiu."
Du Weiguo was a little surprised when he heard Uncle Jiu's voice, but he felt relieved after thinking about it. The last time he messed with Lai Hao, he had indeed told him the phone number.
However, Uncle Jiu has a calm and calm temperament, and he will definitely not come to him rashly if nothing happens. Could it be that he is also lobbying for someone? Du Weiguo asked patiently:
"Uncle Jiu, long time no see, what do you want from me?"
Uncle Jiu did not write any ink and directly stated the purpose:
"Wesley, I recently encountered a very difficult case. Are you free?" (End of Chapter)
