"You want to deal with Mr. Lei?"
Gao Jie's pupils widened, he took a step forward and couldn't help but distance himself from Ding Yao.
He grew up with the support of the Sanlian Gang and was deeply taught by Mr. Lei. When he suddenly heard that Ding Yao wanted to deal with Mr. Lei, he couldn't help being surprised.
Although he has a crush on Ding Yao, he doesn't want to die.
Ding Yao looked at him blankly: "Don't you want to be with me?"
Gao Jie fell into a long silence...
Immediately he nodded: "I think!"
"I want to be with you too!" Ding Yao looked at Gao Jie with sincere eyes: "Lei Gong is already sixty years old! You have already enjoyed what you should enjoy! And you are only in your thirties, and the world belongs to your!"
"He is not qualified to ride on me as an old man. I belong to you too! I used the Bengya horse to lure Mr. Zhuang, and then let Mr. Lei fight with Mr. Zhuang. You are Mr. Lei's top horse. As long as we operate well, In the future, the Sanlian Gang will be yours! Everything is yours!"
Ding Yao finally revealed her true goal...
It turns out that fighting for the Haojiang gambling license is just a cover.
Her real goal is to steal the Triple Gang.
What an ambitious woman!
And this kind of woman always likes to sugarcoat poison!
There was a trace of wavering in Gao Jie's eyes.
"Mr. Lei is kind to me."
"I don't want to touch Mr. Lei."
Ding Yao stepped forward on her high heels, looked at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Well..."
"I just love you deeply..."
"It's all about you."
"The Sanlian Gang belongs to you too!"
"It doesn't matter if you don't want the Sanlian Gang. If you are willing to share me with other men, I will be willing to do so and will always be by your side silently. It's just that I have to continue to be Mrs. Lei and I will never be Mrs. Gao..."
"Ayao!" Gao Jie couldn't help but step forward and softly called the name of the goddess in his dream.
His nails clenched into his flesh.
The inner balance has begun to tilt.
In other words, from the moment he fell in love with Ding Yao, he has become a bad wolf with no ethics.
And this bad wolf refers to him in the club.
In front of Ding Yao?
At best he is a licking dog.
As everyone knows.
Licking a dog will not end well!
Presumably Gao Jie's end will not be too good either.
Because, in the eyes of a femme fatale like Ding Yao, all men are for use, stepping on the corpse of the superior.
No matter it is Lei Gong, Gao Jie, or Bengyaju.
They are all just Ding Yao’s ladder to heaven…
Ding Yao can play different roles in front of them, satisfy their different desires, and then squeeze out all their use value.
From the adopted daughter of a Tokyo ronin, she suddenly became the sister-in-law of the Sanlian Gang, and she also wanted to step aside and become the talker of the Sanlian Gang.
How much effort should be put into this?
How many sheets do you get wet?
Unfortunately, Ding Yao does not have real courage, courage and capital. She could not become the eldest sister who led the gang with strength like Rose. She could only use her body as capital to mediate between men and step on them to get the upper hand.
I don’t know how different the patterns between the two are.
But there is no denying the charm of the femme fatale and the woman with a thousand faces.
Not just the body.
Especially in terms of psychology, every man has a firm grip on her... You know, what men need most is not physical passion, but rare psychological appeal.
Either worshipful, considerate, or perverted.
It’s rare to find a woman who can nail every detail. Every one who appears is a disaster for beauty, a monster of a generation.
Ding Yao is a monster of a generation.
"I just hope my man is good." At this time, Ding Yao lowered her head in shame, with an apology in her tone.
Gao Jie couldn't bear it anymore and said as if he was in a daze: "I will listen to you in everything."
If it weren't for the Sanlian Gang's younger brothers guarding him in the distance, Gao Jie would have hugged Ding Yao into his arms at this moment! Because Ding Yao's tenderness can melt steel, and Ding Yao's apology can arouse the desire for protection!
In order to protect the woman in front of him, Gao Jie is willing to do anything, including killing Lei Gong.
"I love you."
"Ajie."
Ding Yao read softly.
But after she and Gao Jie left the beach, she immediately packed some sexy lingerie, arranged a flight to Taijiang, and prepared to discuss business with Beng Yaju in bed...
It's not that she doesn't like Gao Jie, it's just that she likes too many people. Who is Gao Jie?
However, when Ding Yao was packing her underwear, a handsome boy's face suddenly flashed in her mind...
She conquered Lei Gong, Gao Jie, Beng Yaju...
I have conquered too many men in my life.
There are handsome ones, tall ones, rich ones,
Live well, live long, be successful,
But the only thing I have never conquered is like a certain handsome boy, who is handsome, rich, young, in a high position, and has huge political influence.
Often people have only one advantage.
Having money and a good life are incompatible.
Success and fame are all old men.
Such perfect men are simply rare!
And judging from the way Rose is so determined, the job must be pretty good...
For some women, conquering every man is extremely satisfying! It's like collecting cards!
Liangzizhuang is at least an SSR in a card game!
Ding Yao has collected many different types of men, but has never collected an SSR-level man!
I couldn't help but start to have thoughts about Zhuang Zai in my mind.
Human nature.
Human nature.
Zhuang Zai is so handsome, it is normal for women to have such thoughts.
Don't pay too much attention to it.
night.
Hong Kong Island.
"Hello? Mr. Zhuang."
Mr. He from Macau called.
Zhuang Shikai stood at the counter in the lobby of the mansion, picked up the sermon with his hand and said: "Mr. He, good evening."
Mr. He smoked a cigar, sat on the sofa, and said to the sermon: "I sent someone to call Beng Yaju to the office this afternoon for a chat."
"oh?"
"What do you say about Bengyaju?"
Zhuang Shikai raised his eyebrows and asked.
His tone was playful, and he obviously didn't care about Beng Yaju's attitude, or that no matter what attitude Beng Yaju had, he could deal with it.
"Ah Ju promised to sit down and have a cup of tea with you, but when the time comes, I will be on the sidelines to help the people of Haojiang uphold justice."
"Zhuangsheng, is it okay?" Mr. He said with a smile.
Of course Zhuang Shikai would not veto it, he nodded and said: "No problem, He Sheng."
"That's right, Zhuang Sheng."
"Do you want to arrange a gun room?"
"Putting a few gunmen in will make it easier to talk things over." Mr. He chuckled.
This is how Mr. He handles justice for people in Haojiang...
Both parties must first follow the rules. If they can agree, it's best. If they can't agree, "justice" means strength! What the party with the most strength says is “just”!
As the boss of the Haojiang Gang, Beng Yaju will definitely get acquainted with the Haojiang rich man. It's unclear what the two of them were doing in private, but there was a bit of friendship.
But what’s the use of friendship? The Bengyaju is at best a urinal, used by rich people in emergencies at night. It will definitely become dirty after using it. And the more arrogant and domineering he is, the stinker he is! Yuexun's urinal!
No one from the big boss will take the little bastard seriously! Unless the little brat also becomes the big boss! Of course, Bengyaju is still far from crossing this threshold. Now he's still a pisspot!
If a friend comes to a house and the urinal is dirty, the first thought of the host will naturally be to throw it away.
Mr. He is the master, Mr. Zhuang is the guest, and the urinal is the urinal!
"Hahaha, Zhuang Shikai heard Mr. He's words and laughed loudly: "No need! I'm not used to giving people cold shots! "
"I will personally take people across the sea to see Bengyaju!"
"Remember to inform him to dress up."
"No problem, Mr. Zhuang." Mr. He nodded lightly, picked up a cigar and took a deep breath: "On the matter of gambling, I, 'Ah Shen', will only fully support you!"
Mr. He patted his chest and preached loudly.
"Thank you He Sheng." Zhuang Shikai nodded, put down the phone, and hung up the phone.
"Notify the headquarters! I'm on vacation next weekend! Arrange a boat to take me across the sea!"
"Let Axing take the Flying Tigers to Lisboa for two days! At public expense!"
"Call Rose again and tell her that the time has been arranged. Bring someone over to negotiate..." Zhuang Shikai, wearing a burgundy satin nightgown, walked to the main table of the large sofa in the living room and sat down.
Zhou Huabiao and Cai Yuanqi sat on the left and right.
It turned out that three people were making tea just now.
Sir Zhuang would call the two newest superintendents, Ma Zai, to his home for tea. Apparently he had confided to them that he had some private matters to do.
"No problem, Mr. Zhuang." At this time, Zhou Huabiao handed a cut and roasted cigar to Mr. Zhuang.
"Yes." Mr. Zhuang reached out to take it, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, took a deep breath from the cigar, and exhaled a stream of white mist.
Cai Yuanqi sat next to him, clasped his hands, and said cautiously: "Would it be safer to leave the matter to the brothers who crossed the sea?"
After all, this is Mr. Zhuang’s private matter...
Although the more personal the matter, the more serious it is taken by Cai Yuanqi and others...
But it’s also mostly kept secret.
However, Zhuang Shikai shook his head while holding the cigar Yao and said: "Those brothers retreated and left. Now everyone who remains in the police force has flowers on their shoulders. There is no need to use them anymore."
"Just think about it for the brothers..."
"After all, it's just a small matter. When it's time to use personal soldiers, it's just a good time to test whether Ah Xing and the others can use it smoothly."
Cai Yuanqi nodded: "Okay!"
"I see."
"Master Zhuang."
Zhuang Shikai waved his hand and said: "Go home early to be with your wife... It's almost twelve o'clock. What's the point of staying at my house? I'm sleepy."
Cai Yuanqi and Zhou Huabiao looked at each other, stood up with smiles on their faces, straightened their clothes and said, "Then let's take our leave."
"Yes." Zhuang Shikai nodded, and Cai Yuanqi and Zhou Huabiao got up and left, driving home. When Master Zhuang tells them things, they will naturally step up and make proper arrangements.
It's almost midnight.
Mrs. Zhuang in Hong Kong is pregnant and should not be disturbed. Besides, if Mr. Zhuang can't do anything, they still have to do things when they get home...
After the two left, Zhuang Shikai put the cigar in the corner of the ashtray, got up and walked up the stairs of the villa.
night.
Macao.
Inside a tea restaurant.
Bengyaju sucked a cup of frozen lemon tea in front of him and said, "Qi Ma, where did Mr. Zhuang come from?"
"Listen to Mr. He!"
"Ha! Is he very cool?"
The sea breeze was howling outside the tea restaurant, and the night was starry. A dozen men from the Haojiang Gang wearing jackets were guarding the door, shivering with their coats closed, and they were blown away by the sea breeze.
Qi Ma walked to the dining table with a plate of iron pig's trotters, put down the iron plate of pig's trotters and said: "Is it Mr. Zhuang from Hong Kong Island? After the 1980s, he was the most popular among the Chinese in Hong Kong, Island and Taiwan! You can Don’t mess with him!”
