Bengyaju took out his chopsticks, tapped them flat on the table, picked up the pig's trotters and said, "There's nothing I can do, I'm already in trouble!"
Qi Ma's eyes tightened, she wiped her hands with a rag and said, "Then run away quickly! I'll help you arrange a boat!"
Bengyaju clapped his chopsticks, held the pig's trotters in his hand and said, "Why should I run! No one in the whole Haojiang is more arrogant!"
"Mr. He wants to give me three points of thin noodles...Mr. Zhuang came to me to talk about something..."
"I'm afraid of him!"
Qi Ma looked up and down at Bengyaju, put down the rag in her hand and said, "Is it because of the card gambling?"
"I know gambling is very important to you. You want to clear your name through gambling and let the brothers from the Haojiang Gang live a good life..."
"But if you have money to make, you also have to spend your life."
Qi Ma obviously knows something about the Haojiang Gang...
We also know the reason why Bengyaju refuses to let go...
Bengyaju wants to break through the gate of hell! Open a grand avenue for brothers! Also create a way for yourself to get on the stage!
After all, it’s okay to make money as a chamber pot.
It’s just that no one wants to be a chamber pot for the rest of their lives.
Do you think Bengyaju is crazy?
Bengyaju just wanted to risk his life for a better future.
Moreover, he has always risked his life to fight for his future. The adventurous gene has been engraved in his bones. He has no idea whether to advance or retreat unless he fights for his life or death.
Because those with low status have no right to choose.
If he takes a step back, he loses everything. Being humble forces them to move forward step by step.
Just like every reckless hero!
Young Master Zhuang!
Bengyaju gnawed on the pig's trotters without answering. Qi's mother put her hands on the table and looked at his dark and dry skin, which was the look of the fishing village boy who had been exposed to the sea wind and the scorching sun all year round. She said: "I understand what you are thinking, but you are Are you cooperating with Ding Yao from the Sanlian Gang?"
“Women know women better.”
"That bitch surnamed Ding is so vicious. She specializes in using you as a gunman. If Mr. He hadn't called you, you probably wouldn't have known that the boss behind the Vietnamese gang is Mr. Zhuang, right?"
"You know?" Beng Yaju raised his head and rolled his eyes.
Qi Ma smiled: "I don't know either."
"It's only been a few years since I debuted."
"The big bosses are too far away from us."
"That's it!" Bengyaju closed his eyes and continued to eat the pig's trotters.
"But Ding Yao must know!"
Qi Ma said firmly: "Think about it carefully..."
Bengyaju stopped, put down his trotters and said, "I understand."
"That bitch is just a bit naughty. I'm just playing for fun. She doesn't take her seriously. Don't worry, Qi Ma."
"This time I will pour tea with Mr. Zhuang and admit my mistake."
In fact, Bengyaju was also a smart man and could not simply be fooled by the beauty of a bitch.
After all, the gambling industry in Macau is developed, and the accompanying porn industry is also developed.
A large group of prostitutes and escorts from various Europe, America, Tokyo and Seoul.
More beautiful dealers!
How can Bengyaju not be able to play with a woman?
A true bond between the two.
After all, it is still profit.
There are too many resources that need to be channeled to bid for a gambling license. Even if you get the gambling license, it will cost a huge amount of money to build a casino.
The prerequisite for making big profits in the gambling industry is huge investment.
Even if you know you will make a profit without losing money.
You also have to have money to build the casino first.
Beng Yaju and the Haojiang Gang are at best local snakes. They can do something in the process of bidding for gambling cards, but investing in building a casino? There really isn’t that much money!
Ding Yao's Sanlian Gang is very wealthy and promised that the Haojiang Gang would get 50% of the profits from future casinos as long as they help the Sanlian Gang fight off the Vietnamese gang without any investment.
You said such a big peach is placed in front of you.
Can you hold back a monkey?
What's more, Bengyaju can still prostitute a slut for nothing, so risking his life is reasonable.
Once you fight it, you will turn over!
"Alas." Qi Ma sighed in her heart, knowing that Bengyaju was driven by profit, so there was no way he could run away and give up.
Besides, Beng Yaju himself is a fierce man who dares to fight and fight hard, and he relies on his hard work to get ahead.
This is his soul!
Qima could only say: "I wish you good luck."
"I hope we can reach an agreement with Mr. Zhuang."
"hey-hey."
"It's a small thing..."
"I'm not fucking anyone!"
"If Mr. Zhuang can get a piece of my pie, what should I do with Mr. Zhuang right now..."
Bengyaju took a big mouthful of pig's trotter rice and preached.
Now he has chewed the pig's trotters clean off the sizzling pig's trotter rice.
Grill the bibimbap drizzled with sauce.
Delicious!
But when Bengyaju spoke in a joking tone, there was still a trace of worry hidden deep in his eyes.
Anyone who has been around in Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan knows the importance of the word "big boss"!
It can crush a fierce man to death!
"Zhizhi."
Bengyaju finished his meal in big gulps, clapped his hands, picked up the frozen lemon tea and drank it in a few sips.
"Qi Ma."
"Get me a bomb vest!"
Qi Ma picked up the iron plate and sighed helplessly: "Okay."
"Go to the warehouse and get it later."
Then Qi Ma took the dining room, opened the curtain, and walked into the kitchen.
A large group of children rushed to Qi Ma in the kitchen: "Qi Ma! Qi Ma! We also want to eat pig's trotter rice!"
Qi's mother touched a child's head and said, "No matter how much I bully 'Taonian', I won't be able to eat the pork bone rice!"
I saw a tall and thin child named Jin Taonian, with a purple face and a bandage on the tip of his nose. He clenched his fists with a strong expression. He had obviously been bullied a lot.
Beng Yaju took out a stack of US dollars outside, pressed it down with chopsticks, placed it on the dining table, wiped his palms and stood up to leave...
…
Sunday.
Macau Pier.
A cruise ship led a dozen speedboats to ride the wind and waves, facing the sea breeze, and arrived at the port.
The first cruise ship travels relatively slowly. It is a standard five-story luxury cruise ship, a tool for the rich to go out for fun.
On the remaining dozen speedboats stood dozens of majestic and muscular Flying Tigers.
I saw the Flying Tigers members all wearing black suits, black sunglasses, and headphones in their ears. They had strong muscles and stood motionless on the bed.
No matter how the speedboat jumps on the waves! They all held on to the boat pole tightly and stared at the surroundings intently!
Hong Kong Island Flying Tigers has two brigades!
Sir Zhuang immediately transferred out Zhou Xingxing's entire team! A total of thirty people! All of them are Hong Kong Chinese, and all of them are loyal to Mr. Zhuang. After receiving the order, the entire team will take a vacation immediately!
Accompany Mr. Zhuang across the sea!
As for Hong Kong Island, there is another Flying Tigers team stationed there! Enough to deal with any emergencies, no need to worry at all! What's more, Macau is so close to Hong Kong Island. If anything happens, He Sheng will arrange for a few helicopters to land on Hong Kong Island immediately. It's not far away from the post at all.
This flying tiger brigade is the people who accompany Mr. Zhuang across the sea for "two days of fun". They carry no weapons. They leave Hong Kong Island and leave the country, leaving only the identity of ordinary people. No matter what you do, as long as you don't get caught on the spot and get evidence, it doesn't matter!
And even if evidence is caught, the evidence can be destroyed. They even want to ask who in Macau dares to catch them!
"Hulala..."
At this time, the fleet dragged the waves, slowed down, and docked at the dock.
More than a dozen speedboats slowed down one after another.
Around the cruise ships began to dock.
A stretched Rolls-Royce was parked on the stone road of the pier, leaving a long queue of dozens of Mercedes-Benz cars. One after another, they lined up a few waves away, occupying most of the driveway of the pier. The scene was grand and terrifying.
This motorcade drove out of the Macau Terminal and drove along the road to the hotel. There was no need to say much at all. From top to bottom, from black to white, everyone in Macau will know that a "big shot" has arrived in Macau.
"Mr. Zhuang" came to Macau for business!
Rose and Mr. He, one wearing a red dress and jewelry, the other wearing a formal suit and red bow tie, each led a group of Vietnamese gangsters and Lisboa gangsters to stand in front of the elongated Ross door. Waiting quietly for Sir Zhuang to come ashore.
"Mr. He."
"Morning!"
"Honey."
"haven't seen you for a long time."
Five minutes after the cruise ship arrived at the port, Zhuang Shikai, wearing a white suit, confidently stepped out of the cabin door on the first floor and raised his hand to greet the two people in front of him.
"Long time no see." Rose took two steps forward without hesitation, reached out to hold Zhuang Sir's arm, gently touched her red lips on Zhuang Sir's cheek, and then walked forward with Zhuang Sir to show intimacy and highlight her status.
Mr. He stood there, stretched out his hand and said, "Good morning, Mr. Zhuang."
"Pah!" Sir Zhuang put his hand on Mr. He's palm, squeezed it enthusiastically and said, "I'm tired this time."
"Mr. Zhuang, you're welcome! Hong Kong and Macao are of the same family, and the Chinese in both places are of the same mother. We should help each other!" Mr. He smiled and spoke very beautifully. Then he took half a step forward and said softly to Zhuang Shikai: "I have informed Beng Ya It’s too late.”
"Let's go to Lisboa and have a cup of tea first. Aju will be there in half an hour."
Of course, Mr. He will not arrange for Beng Yaju to arrive first, lest Beng Yaju make a swaggering gesture and make Sir Zhuang unhappy... No matter what, he will arrange for Beng Yaju to enter the venue behind him, otherwise Master Zhuang's style will be low. He acts stupidly.
"Yes." Zhuang Shikai nodded with satisfaction and said, "Then let's get in the car and chat in Lisboa."
"Okay, okay, let's talk in Lisboa." Mr. He stepped aside and agreed hastily, raising his hand to ask Mr. Zhuang to get in the car first.
A Lisboa helper stood guard by the car and opened the door for Mr. Zhuang. Zhuang Shikai then boarded the car with roses, and Mr. He slowly got on the car.
The extra length of the Rolls-Royce's in-car reception room allows three people to sit in the car and have a chat without losing space for three people, which is very suitable for the scene at hand.
Zhuang Shikai was used to this kind of treatment. He drank tea and chatted when he should, so he didn't think it was anything.
These are the basics of big bosses.
After the three big guys got in the car, the Lisboa gang and the Vietnamese gang opened the doors and got into the car...
The Flying Tigers received the instructions and all got into the cars prepared by the Vietnamese gang.
And when Zhou Xingxing and his men got into the car separately, the leader of the Vietnamese gang in the co-pilot threw a backpack directly into Zhou Xingxing's hand.
"Crack!" The black back was heavy, and Zhou Xingxing could tell what was inside by touching it with his hand...
An M16A1 American automatic rifle, an M1911 semi-automatic pistol, two sets of rifle magazines, two sets of pistol magazines, a bulletproof vest, and a tactical dagger.
"We're going to cause trouble..." Zhou Xingxing touched his backpack with a rippling smile on his lips.
At the same time, every Flying Tiger member received the same black backpack in every car of the Vietnam Gang.
