"Hey, don't worry about me, I'm just here to listen." Zhuang Shikai chuckled lightly, with a leisurely expression and "passing by" written on his face.
"I just came to see my brother."
Just to cover his brother!
Zhuang Shikai put his hand into the inner pocket of his suit, and Chen Yaowen quickly took out a pack of Fujian cigarettes, handed it to Master Zhuang and said, "Master Zhuang, you smoke."
Mr. Zhuang took out a cigar from his arms, held it in his mouth, raised his hand and said, "No, I only smoke cigars, not smoking."
"Smoking makes me cough."
He lowered his head, and Huo Qingsong quickly took out a lighter, "ding", opened the lid, and brought it to Mr. Zhuang.
"Thank you." Zhuang Shikai waved his hand to Huo Qingsong, and Huo Qingsong stepped aside. He exhaled the white mist, held the cigar and waved away the smoke with his hand, with a happy face, and said softly: "You continue. Let’s talk!”
Chen Yaowen sat on the chair, sweating profusely and trembling.
"No need to talk, no need to talk."
"Since Inspector Chen is your brother, we must give him enough face... From now on, the red oil business will definitely belong to Mr. Huo..."
Chen Yaowen raised his head and looked at Huo Qingsong, and the word "street boy" in his mouth had become "Mr. Huo".
Haha, he was so quick to give in.
Huo Qingsong's identity changed very quickly...
Huo Qingsong sneered from the side and Chen Xijiu curled his lips.
They looked at Chen Yaowen like a dead man.
At this time, more than a dozen gunmen in suits were guarding the door, blocking the shop and driving away the onlookers.
A team of uniformed police officers are rushing to the scene.
Zhuang Shikai looked at Chen Yaowen with a smile and said, "Brother Yaowen, that's not what you said just now, right?"
"Anyway, if you want me to talk to you, then I'll come and talk to you in person."
"We have to talk..."
"Huh!" Mr. Zhuang narrowed his eyes and sprayed a mouthful of white mist into Chen Yaowen's face.
Chen Yaowen hesitated for a moment, then knelt on the ground with a bang, lowered his head and said to Master Zhuang, "I'm sorry, Master Zhuang! I never dare to do it again! Give me a chance!"
He didn't care at all about the dozens of horsemen around him who were looking at him. He threw away his chair and knelt down. If he could get a chance to survive, it would be a chance.
Zhuang Shikai had a look of interest on his face, crossed his legs, lightly lit his cigar twice, lit the ashes of the cigar on the ground and said, "We'll talk about other things after we finish."
"Yes, Mr. Zhuang." Chen Yaowen responded with sweat profusely.
Zhuang Shikai smoked a cigar and said: "You dare to blow up Huo Qingsong's oil truck! Then you will give all the Fuqing Gang's oil trucks to Huo Qingsong!"
"Besides, your Fuqing Gang..."
Zhuang Shikai thought for a moment and said, "Don't do any business on Hong Kong Island either."
"Help Huo Qing let go of the car!"
After Huo Qingsong obtained the special license for red oil smuggling, the hundreds of brothers under his command were definitely not enough.
Not to mention there are not enough drivers to guard warehouses, protect oil trucks, and just drive.
It would be much better to merge the "Fuqing Gang" into Huo Qingsong's hands.
Zhuang Shikai personally came to "talk" with Chen Yaowen not just to slap him in the face? But he wanted to integrate the "red oil market" in a peaceful way.
After all, commercial market integration is often accompanied by conflict and competition? All kinds of bloody conflicts will occur in an entire partial market.
Can it be harmonious? In one sentence, a partial market can be integrated...
Zhuangye's prestige is no longer a superficial show of prestige, but a deep-seated control of the market.
Chen Yaowen is a relatively arrogant character in the red oil market...
The other two families have agreed? He is the only one who has not agreed.
To avoid large-scale violence on the streets.
Only then will Mr. Zhuang come and talk to him personally.
Of course, the premise is that Mr. Zhuang is free? Otherwise, sending a group of police officers will kill Chen Yaowen.
There is still a difference between killing Chen Yaowen and integrating the Fuqing Gang... There is also a difference between Mr. Zhuang personally coming forward and going out under the banner of Mr. Zhuang.
After all, the intimidation power of appearing in person is always the first, and there will always be something wrong if someone spreads the word.
Otherwise, Chen Yaowen would not dare to provoke Chen Xijiu. While it is easy to send police officers to kill Chen Yaowen, it is not easy to integrate the Fuqing gang.
What did Zhuang Shikai mean by "helping Huo Qingsong drive"? It was definitely not just driving. He meant to let the Fuqing Gang listen to Huo Qingsong's instructions and merge into Huo Qingsong's power.
This is an insult to the banner of the "Fuqing Gang", but with people under the roof, the Fuqing Gang in Hong Kong has no right to refuse.
If you refuse, you will die! One death leads to another death!
Chen Yaowen knew that he had provoked the big boss, so he nodded quickly and said: "No problem? No problem."
At least you can make some money by working for others, and Huo Qingsong is not strong? It is impossible to divide the Fuqing Gang, so Fuqing can still maintain its independent existence.
Huo Qingsong has become their boss... to put it bluntly? Zhuang Shikai is their boss.
And Zhuang Shikai just wanted Huo Qingsong to make money and transport oil, and he didn't want Huo Qingsong to take advantage of the "red oil market" to rapidly develop himself and become a new "four major families"? That's why he divided the people into two? Let the Huo family do it "Director"? Let Fuqing Gang be a "wage earner".
In this way, Huo Qingsong will not be able to develop his own business as a wage earner, and the wage earners will be alienated from his boss.
How Sir Zhuang wants to dismantle the "red oil market" is always a matter of one sentence.
"Yes." Zhuang Shi was very satisfied with Chen Yaowen's attitude. He nodded, suddenly looked at an empty bowl on the table and said, "You must speak responsibly."
"You will be slapped for talking nonsense."
Chen Yaowen quickly slapped himself: "Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Zhuang is right."
Zhuang Shikai continued: "You can't waste food, right?"
Chen Yaowen's expression was stunned.
The nectar from the poplar branches in his bowl had already been eaten, and there was only one spoon left in the empty bowl. Where did the waste come from?
Chen Xijiu chuckled and said, "Didn't you see that spoon? Master Zhuang asked you to eat everything in the bowl!!!"
Chen Yaowen swallowed, stood up, looked at the spoon and said, "Master Zhuang is right! You must not waste food!"
"Bang!" He picked up the porcelain spoon in the bowl, smashed it directly on the table, then pressed the spoon hard on the table, crushed it into dregs, and finally crushed the whole spoon.
"Wow." He swept the spoon crumbs into the glass bowl, raised his head and took a sip from the glass bowl, swallowed the spoon directly into his mouth, and chewed it.
He then moved his Adam's apple and swallowed the dregs into his throat. Veins popped up on his forehead and cold sweat broke out in waves.
Zhuang Shikai just stared at him silently, without saying a word, let alone hitting anyone.
Mr. Zhuang watched quietly as Chen Yaowen swallowed every scrap into his throat. Only when he stopped chewing in his mouth did he stand up and say, "Remember! Don't talk nonsense in the future!"
"Xijiu."
"leave!"
Zhuang Shikai glanced at Chen Xijiu.
Chen Xijiu immediately stood up and left with Mr. Zhuang.
Zhuang Shikai and Chen Xijiu were seen getting into the Mercedes-Benz sedan, slamming the door shut, while Huo Qingsong bowed and went out to take another car.
Chen Yaowen covered his throat with his hands and fell to the ground, his face livid.
Chen Jiaju cast a sarcastic look at him.
At this time, two uniformed police officers who had received the notification walked into the room. Both uniformed police officers were wearing uniforms and holding walkie-talkies with serious expressions: "What's going on at the scene???"
an older uniformed sergeant asked.
Another young newcomer stood nearby.
Chen Jiaju was about to get into the driver's seat when he suddenly saw a "guy" arriving. He immediately smiled, took out his ID, opened it and showed it: "The Regional Criminal Department is taking care of something..."
The uniformed sergeant saw the rank of Chief Inspector and the number of "Criminal Headquarters" on the document. His expression became serious, he immediately stood at attention, saluted, and shouted: "Hello, sir!"
"Hello, sir!" the young police officer also added.
Chen Jiaju nodded, put away his ID and said, "Thank you for your hard work. If it's okay, I'll leave first."
Chen Jiaju is anxious to fix the car for the boss.
The uniformed sergeant looked around and found that there were no men and horses. Although the formations were well organized, no lives were lost, so it was not a big deal.
He immediately said: "It's okay, it's okay, sir, please help yourself."
"Oh...that's good!"
But the young police officer picked up the record book without saying a word, walked up to a group of Fuqing Gang boys, held a signature pen, and asked with a serious expression: "Do you want to call the police?"
"No, no, no." Fuqing shook his head repeatedly.
The young police officer walked up to Chen Yaowen again and asked, "Have you been personally injured? Do you want to call the police?"
Chen Yaowen held his throat and shook his head quickly.
The young police officer nodded and said, "No problem."
He turned back to Chen Jiaju.
Chen Jiaju looked at him strangely.
This process is full of "provocation".
The uniformed police sergeant grabbed the young police officer with an annoyed look on his face and apologized quickly: "Sir Chen, I'm sorry, I'm a newcomer and I don't understand the rules."
The young police officer was an average-looking man with fair skin and a bookish air between his brows. At first glance, he looked like a young man who had just graduated from the police academy because of a poor family background.
Chen Jiaju glanced at him, snorted coldly, opened the door and got into the driver's seat, slowly started the car and prepared to reverse away.
At this time, the rear window slowly lowered... A handsome, majestic face appeared in the window: "What do you call him?"
"Sir Zhuang...Zhuang!!!" The uniformed sergeant was startled and quickly stood at attention and saluted.
The young police officer was also stunned, raised his hand and saluted: "Wei Jinghao!"
Zhuang Shikai frowned: "I know your brother!"
The young police officer's heart tightened and he said with excitement: "Sir Zhuang! My brother graduated with the Silver Flute Award three years ago! He is loyal and loves Hong Kong! He is definitely not that kind of person!"
Zhuang Shikai withdrew his gaze calmly and slowly raised the car window again.
"Boom!" Chen Jiaju reversed and swerved, quickly merged the car into the main road, and followed the traffic flow, not listening to the young police officer's explanation.
"Sir!!!" Wei Jinghao screamed and wanted to rush out to chase the car, trying to seize a rare opportunity to explain the character of "brother" Wei Jingda to the top brass of the police force.
But the uniformed police sergeant next to him grabbed him: "Stop chasing him! What is your rank? Are you qualified to talk to Sir Zhuang? Let Mr. Zhuang do the work?"
"Patrol well and do your duty!" The uniformed sergeant slapped the record book into his hand: "Otherwise you wouldn't even be a uniformed policeman!"
