Become a legend in Hong Kong

After finishing the transcript, Liao Wenjie went to Madam Wang's office to say hello and then left the police station.

He didn't ask Qimeng how she was doing. Considering her identity as a killer, there was a high probability that she wouldn't be able to get out once she went in. Even if she has the right to remain silent, the dozen or so members of the association will not keep their mouths shut. One by one, they will all have to go to jail.

"It's a pity. They look so similar. If they weren't killers, with my method of picking up girls..."

Liao Wenjie shook his head. He was not from the same place, so he thought in vain. He took out his mobile phone and called Cheng Wenjing.

During the recent period, he rarely showed up in the assistant's office, especially when Judy Tang was present. He almost did not talk or make eye contact with Cheng Wenjing.

His acting skills are impeccable and he is confident that he can tell lies with his eyes open. Cheng Wenjing is not good at it. His expression and behavior cannot be concealed. He is full of the sour smell of love, and Judy Tang will see the flaws.

Judy Tang treated him well, and it was okay to add some love secretly behind his back, but speaking in person would damage the friendship between brothers.

Although he also had good intentions, Cheng Wenjing's strategy was not selfish at all. It was purely to save Wang Wanwan's life, which was equivalent to indirectly saving Tang Judy, preventing her from being trapped by love for the rest of her life and eventually letting herself go and becoming a bad person.

But how should I say this?

Sister Judy, I am neither a brother nor a human being. I had no choice but to cuckold you for your sake.

The truth was too false, and Judy Tang believed that there was a ghost.

…

The next day, Liao Wenjie still didn't go to the company. He practiced red rope flipping at home in the morning, went to a driving school in the afternoon, and had no date for the first time in the evening.

He gave himself a holiday, practiced the Taoist technique of [Spring Breeze Transforms into Rain] at home, and practiced the skills of drawing talismans.

Summarizing the benefits of Glow Building, amulets and house-holding talismans will be very popular. Practice more to increase the success rate of talismans, and avoid focusing the workload on Zhong Fabai.

If most of the company's income comes from Zhong Fabai, and he can only get one-tenth of the income, if things continue like this, he will definitely have ideas in his mind, and it is not impossible to start a new business.

That's not how business works. In a three-person partnership, Liao Wenjie owns the most equity. He must ensure that he is the most irreplaceable, so that he can establish prestige and convince everyone.

The people here don't include Leon, who is crazy and doesn't care about anything. He just needs to be happy.

The original plan was to have a holiday tonight and draw characters to cultivate sentiment, until Liao Wenjie received a call from Meng Luo.

"Ajie, your friend is booking a room at the bar and wants to meet you."

"No way. My friends are either crazy, cheating, or cheating and poor. None of them are rich. Are you sure the person who booked the venue is my friend?"

"I don't know what to say...there's a woman among them, she looks like me...it's like looking at each other in the mirror, damn it."

"I understand, let's get over it."

After hanging up the phone, Liao Wenjie meditated cross-legged for five minutes, hung the cross on a red string around his neck, and took a taxi to the bar.

…

A stretched luxury car parked in front of the bar, and two bodyguards in black stood by the door, one on the left and one on the right.

Liao Wenjie pushed the door open and walked in. He was faced with a gambling table and the leader of the suit. Ahem, a very well-dressed man was sitting at the table. He was over fifty years old.

The gambling king of Hong Kong Island - Hong Guang.

Hong Guang was dressed in a black suit, and his hair and tie were meticulously styled.

With a speaker hanging around his neck and a pair of crutches leaning against his chair, he is physically disabled but strong in spirit. He is a man with a story.

Behind Hong Guang, there was a man and a woman standing. The woman was Qimeng, who had a relationship with Liao Wenjie and was just fished out this morning.

As for the men, there is Liao Wenjie, who is 30% handsome and his name is Billy. He does not wrestle, can fight and kill, and his boxing, kicking and marksmanship are top-notch. He is Hong Guang's confidant.

"Ajie, why are you here?"

Mengluo stepped forward, glanced at Qimeng, and whispered: "Did you see it? He is exactly the same as me. Why haven't I heard you say before that you have such a friend?"

It was so similar that when she saw Qimeng for the first time, she couldn't help but think about it. Her mother gave birth to twins, and one of them was secretly taken away.

Or maybe his father appears to be a good gentleman who loves his wife, but in fact he has a family outside and gave birth to a sister for her.

"She is not a friend. She is most likely to come to seek revenge. I personally sent her to the police station yesterday."

Why do I not believe it so much?

A string of question marks floated across Meng Luo's forehead. Liao Wenjie did not chase the beautiful woman, but sent her to the police station. Has the pervert changed her gender, or has the sun risen in the west?

But then she thought about it, the first time she met Liao Wenjie, she was also taken into the police station. It might be a tactic used to intimidate girls.

She couldn't stand the fright, and no one was there that night.

"What's going on in the bar? We haven't seen each other for just one day, and there's such a big table. Are you going to open a chess and card room instead?"

"No, your friend moved in."

That means the person who comes is not evil!

Liao Wenjie nodded and asked Meng Luo to step aside. He sat on the other side of the gambling table and said straight to the point: "This old gentleman, don't know what to call me?"

"Mr. Liao, do you really not know me?"

Hong Guang held the speaker and placed it against his throat. Because he was using a prop to produce his voice, the sound was hoarse and distorted.

"Are you famous?"

"Fame does come with some respect. I am Hong Guang, the gambling king of Hong Kong. To show my respect to my friends on the road, please call me Mr. Hong."

"It turns out to be Mr. Hong. This is the first time I heard about him. I have admired him for a long time."

Liao Wenjie nodded and introduced himself: "I, Liao Wenjie, all the brothers on the street call me Brother Jie after I slapped them in the face."

"I hope you won't be surprised if you come here uninvited today!"

Hong Guang was good at cultivating qi. Even when being bullied, he didn't change his expression. He smiled lightly and said, "Qimeng is working under me. She is young and doesn't understand the rules. She offended Mr. Liao. I made a special trip to bring her here today to apologize."

"If you apologize, you will be forgiven. This Miss Qi is full of evil spirits. She must have had many lives on her hands. It must have cost a lot for Mr. Hong to fish her out safe and sound."

Liao Wenjie rolled his eyes at Qimeng: "Looking at it this way, I should be the one to apologize for costing you money."

"Mr. Liao, I can sit where I am today because I am the best and no one is better than me. It is precisely because I am valuable that I can do things that ordinary people cannot do. You are a smart person. , there is no need to hold on to this all the time.”

"Sorry, I didn't understand. Can you say it again?"

"..."

Hong Guang's face showed some displeasure. A smart person would stop talking and pretend not to understand even though he understands. It would be boring.

After a long silence, Liao Wenjie ordered three glasses of juice, one for himself and two for Hong Guang and Qimeng.

Billy: "..."

"Mr. Liao, please don't tell secrets. You and the 'God of Gamblers' Gao Jin are good friends. I am honored to represent Hong Kong Island in the World Gambling King Competition this time..."

"Wait a minute!"

Liao Wenjie raised his hand to stop, and said with a strange look on his face: "There is a misunderstanding here. Gao Jin and I met by chance, and we are not even close to each other. How can we be friends."

"But as far as I know, when Gao Jin left Hong Kong Island, he didn't see anyone. He only visited you once. Aren't you friends, are you enemies?"

Hong Guang's face was solemn. It was precisely because he was unsure about the relationship between Gao Jin and Liao Wenjie that he came to the door specially.

Last night, when he received the news of Qimeng's arrest, he thought it was a joke at first. After checking, he found that the joke was not funny at all. He went around the circle and the legal team came to get Qimeng out of the police station.

His friends at the police station told him that he could be released, but if he dared to retaliate, he would be responsible for the consequences.

After inquiry and investigation, Hong Guang quickly confirmed Liao Wenjie's identity, and at the same time, he also had some murmurs in his heart.

Gao Jin's strong victory over Chen Jincheng made his fame and reputation even higher, and the attention was naturally higher than usual.

When I met Liao Wenjie, although I traveled in a low-key manner, I knew everything that I should know, and what I shouldn't know also turned into rumors and gossip because of the gossip.

According to gossip, the two have a close personal relationship and are good friends who talk about everything.

At this time, when the World Gambling King Competition was held, Liao Wenjie suddenly sent Qimeng to the police station, saying that it was just an accident...

No matter what others think, Hong Guang, as the person involved, must think more about it.

"Well, Gao Jin did meet me once before he left Hong Kong, but it was a business matter and had nothing to do with personal friendship."

Liao Wenjie explained and couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Hong, as far as you know, is this known only to you, or is it known to many people?"

"A lot of people know it."

"Tch, that's really troublesome. I'm a serious businessman and I don't want to be associated with gamblers."

Liao Wenjie pouted. The God of Gamblers is famous, but he is also a complete trap. To be precise, all gamblers with some reputation are a trap.

Just like the Hong Guang in front of him, the gambling king of Hong Kong sounded very majestic, but Hong Guang himself said that he was able to achieve his current position because he was more valuable than other gamblers on Hong Kong Island.

In other words, once he loses value, Hong Kong Island's gambling king will have to replace him.

Gao Jin hid in Las Vegas and devoted himself to charity before he dared to announce his resignation. It can be seen that this group of people can't help themselves, and they are really just superficial.

"..."

After hearing what Liao Wenjie said, Hong Guang became even more uncertain.

Smart people are good at everything, but one thing is bad: thinking too much can lead to suspicion.

The more Liao Wenjie emphasized that he had a normal relationship with Gao Jin, the more Hong Guang felt that there was a problem here, and the problem was directed at him.

With his mind restless, he cut through the mess with a quick knife: "Mr. Liao, I wonder what Gao Jin said to you before he left Hong Kong?"

"Some business matters, and his determination to quit gambling and become a philanthropist in the future."

"Hehehe..."

Hong Guang shook his head and smiled: "That's enough gossip. If you can be friends with Gao Jin, you must be a rising star in gambling. According to the rules, let's learn from each other before we talk. Is that okay?"

"Sorry, I only play cards with my friends."

Liao Wenjie refused directly: "I just said that I don't like gamblers. If Gao Jin wants to ask me to play mahjong, he has to wait until he completely withdraws from the world. If I agree to you, wouldn't he lose face?"

"..."

Hong Guang was silent when he heard this, his face not very pretty.

Billy took two steps forward. As a loyal younger brother, he knew it was time to take action to solve the boss's problems.

"Mr. Liao, I'm offended."

"My friend, how do you say this?"

"I want you to bet with Mr. Hong..."

In the middle of speaking, Billy's body froze in place. He lowered his head in shock, looked at his unable to move feet, and hurriedly raised his hand to reach for the pistol on his chest.

A step too late, his upper body also lost control and was frozen in place like a log.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, too many evil spirits have been killed, and evil spirits are haunting them. There is no way to save them." Liao Wenjie sighed and shook his head.

While he was speaking, Billy slowly turned around, struggled to find the pistol with his arm, turned the muzzle of the gun little by little, and pointed it towards Hong Guang.

"Billy, you're crazy!"

Qimeng raised her eyebrows, supported the gambling table with one hand, jumped up, and kicked Billy over with his gun drawn.

The next second, when she landed, she stood still with her hands and feet stiff, and like Billy, slowly reached for the pistol at her waist.

"Master Hong, something is clinging to me..."

"Yes, it's a ghost."

Liao Wenjie nodded affirmatively: "There is a god in your head, even if you do too many bad things."