Hong Kong Comprehensive World Champion

Chapter 570

"Hey, don't worry about me, I'm just here to listen." Zhuang Shikai chuckled lightly, with a relaxed expression and "passing by" written on his face.

"I just came to see my brother."

Just to cover my brother!

Zhuang Shikai reached 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."

Master Zhuang took out a cigar from his pocket, put it in his mouth, raised his hand and said, "No, I only smoke cigars, not cigarettes."

"Smoking makes me cough."

He lowered his head, Huo Qingsong quickly took out a lighter, "Ding", opened the lid, and brought it to Master Zhuang.

"Thank you." Zhuang Shikai waved his hand at Huo Qingsong. Huo Qingsong retreated to the side, and he breathed out white mist, holding a cigar and waving the smoke with his hands. Let's chat!"

Chen Yaowen sat on the chair, sweating profusely and trembling.

"Don't talk, don't talk."

"Since Detective Chen is your brother, we must give Detective Chen enough face... From now on, the red oil business will definitely belong to Mr. Huo..."

Chen Yaowen raised his head to look at Huo Qingsong, and the words "Pujie boy" in his mouth had become "Mr. Huo".

Hehe, his attitude of admitting cowardice is really quick.

Huo Qingsong's identity changed very quickly...

Huo Qingsong sneered, and Chen Xijiu pouted.

They looked at Chen Yaowen as if they were looking at a dead man.

At this time, more than a dozen gunmen in suits stood guard at the door, blocking the shop and driving away the onlookers.

A team of uniformed police is on the scene.

Zhuang Shikai looked at Chen Yaowen with a smile and said, "Brother Yaowen, you didn't seem to say that just now, did you?"

"In short, if you want me to talk to you, then I will come and talk to you in person."

"Always talk..."

"Huh!" Master Zhuang narrowed his eyes and sprayed a mouthful of white mist on Chen Yaowen's face.

Chen Yaowen hesitated for a moment, knelt down on the ground, bowed his head and said to Master Zhuang: "I'm sorry, Master Zhuang! I don't dare anymore! Give me a chance!"

He didn't care about the dozens of ponies around him watching, he just threw off his chair and knelt down, looking for a chance of survival.

Zhuang Shikai showed interest on his face, raised his legs, lightly tapped his cigar twice, put the ashes of the cigar on the ground, and said, "We'll talk about other things after we finish talking."

"Yes, Lord Zhuang." Chen Yaowen replied sweating profusely.

Zhuang Shikai smoked a cigar and said: "You dare to blow up Huo Qingsong's oil truck! Then you have to give all of the Fuqing Gang's oil truck to Huo Qingsong!"

"Also, your Fuqing gang..."

Zhuang Shikai thought for a moment and said, "Don't do business on Hong Kong Island either."

"Help Huo Qingsong drive!"

After Huo Qingsong won the franchise license for red oil smuggling, a hundred or so brothers under him must not be enough.

Not to mention guarding the warehouse, protecting the oil truck, and the driver alone is not enough.

In this way, it will be much better to merge the "Fuqing Gang" into Huo Qingsong's subordinates.

Zhuang Shikai came to "talk" with Chen Yaowen in person, not to slap his face, but to integrate the "red oil market" in a peaceful way.

After all, commercial market integration is often accompanied by conflicts and competitions, and all kinds of bloody conflicts will occur in the entire partial market.

Being able to give peace and harmony, one sentence can integrate a partial market...

Lord Zhuang's prestige is no longer a superficial show of prestige, but a deep-level control over the market.

Chen Yaowen is a relatively arrogant character in the red oil market...

The other two have already agreed, and he is the only one who has not agreed.

In order to avoid large-scale violence on the streets.

Master Zhuang will come to talk to him in person.

Of course, the premise is that Master Zhuang is free, otherwise sending a group of police officers can kill Chen Yaowen.

But there is still a gap between killing Chen Yaowen and integrating the Fuqing gang... There is also a gap between Master Zhuang personally coming forward and going out under the banner of Master Zhuang.

After all, the deterrent effect of appearing in person is always the first, and people will always miss something if they spread the word.

Otherwise, Chen Yaowen would not dare to provoke Chen Xijiu. It is easy to send police officers to kill Chen Yaowen, but it is not easy to integrate the Fuqing Gang.

What Zhuang Shikai meant by "helping Huo Qingsong" to drive must not be just driving, but to let Fuqing help to follow Huo Qingsong's instructions and merge into Huo Qingsong's forces.

This is an insult to the banner of the "Fuqing Gang", but the Fuqing Gang on Hong Kong Island has no right to refuse under the eaves.

If you refuse, you will die! One dies and one dies!

Chen Yaowen knew that he had provoked the boss, so he nodded quickly and said, "No problem, no problem."

At least he can earn some money by working for others, and Huo Qingsong's strength is not strong, it is impossible to divide the Fuqing gang, so Fuqing can still maintain an independent existence.

Huo Qingsong is their boss...to put it bluntly, Zhuang Shikai is their boss.

And Zhuang Shikai only wanted Huo Qingsong to make money to transport oil, and he didn't want Huo Qingsong to follow the trend of the "red oil market" to develop himself rapidly and become the new "Four Great Families". The "director" asked Fuqing to help him become a "wage earner".

In this way, Huo Qingsong can't develop the wage earners by himself, and the wage earners are also at odds with the boss.

How Sir Zhuang wants to dismantle the "red oil market" is always a matter of one sentence.

"En." Zhuang Shi was very satisfied with Chen Yaowen's attitude, nodded, and suddenly looked at an empty bowl on the table and said, "You have to be responsible for what you say."

"You should slap your mouth if you talk nonsense."

Chen Yaowen hurriedly slapped himself: "Yes, yes, yes, Master Zhuang is right."

Zhuang Shikai continued: "You can't waste food, right?"

Chen Yaowen was taken aback.

The poplar nectar in his bowl has already been eaten, and there is only one spoon left in the empty bowl. Where is the waste?

Chen Xijiu chuckled beside him and said, "Didn't you see that spoon! Lord Zhuang told you to eat everything in the bowl!!!"

Chen Yaowen swallowed, stood up, looked at the spoon and said, "Master Zhuang is right! Food must not be wasted!"

"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 one by one, and finally crushed the whole spoon.

"Huh la la." He swept the crumbs of the spoon into the glass bowl, raised his head from the glass bowl, swallowed the spoon directly into his mouth, and chewed.

He continued to agitate his Adam's apple, swallowing the dregs into his throat, the veins on his forehead popped out, and cold sweat broke out intermittently.

Zhuang Shikai just stared at him silently, without saying a word, let alone hitting anyone.

Master Zhuang just watched Chen Yaowen swallow every residue down his throat until he stopped chewing, then he stood up and said, "Remember! Don't talk nonsense in the future!"

"Small Nine."

"leave!"

Zhuang Shikai glanced at Chen Xijiu.

Chen Xijiu immediately got up and left with Master Zhuang.

I saw Zhuang Shikai and Chen Xijiu getting into the Mercedes limousine, shutting the door with a slam, while Huo Qingsong bowed and went out to take another car.

Chen Yaowen covered his throat with his hands, and fell to the ground with his face livid.

Chen Jiaju cast a sarcastic look at him.

At this time, two uniformed policemen who received the notification entered the room. Both uniformed policemen were wearing uniforms, holding intercoms, and their expressions were serious: "What's going on at the scene???"

asked an older police sergeant in uniform.

Another young rookie stood by.

Just as Chen Jiaju was about to get into the driver's seat, he suddenly saw a "man" on the scene. He immediately smiled, took out his ID card, opened it, and said, "The Criminal Division of the Headquarters is dealing with something..."

The sergeant in military uniform saw the rank of Chief Inspector and the serial number of the "Criminal Headquarters" on the document, and his expression was serious. He immediately stood at attention and saluted, and shouted: "Hello, sir!"

"Hello, sir!" The young police officer also added.

Chen Jiaju nodded, put away his documents and said, "Thanks for your hard work, I'll be leaving first."

Chen Jiaju was in a hurry to tie a car for the boss.

The sergeant in uniform looked around and found that there were no people and horses. Although the formation was very neat, no one was killed, so it was not a big deal.

He immediately said: "It's okay, it's okay, sir, please go easy."

"Oh... that's good!"

But the young police officer picked up the notebook without saying a word, walked up to a group of Fuqing Gang boys, held a pen, and asked seriously, "Do you want to call the police?"

"No, no." Fuqing shook his head again and again.

The young policeman walked up to Chen Yaowen again and asked, "Have you been physically injured? Do you want to call the police?"

Chen Yaowen clutched his throat and shook his head quickly.

The young policeman nodded and said, "No problem."

He turned back to Chen Jiaju.

Chen Jiaju looked at him strangely.

This process is full of "provocation".

The sergeant in uniform grabbed the young police officer with annoyed expression on his face, and quickly apologized: "Chen sir, I'm sorry, I'm a newcomer and don't understand the rules."

The young police officer is plain-looking, fair-skinned, with a bookish look on his brows. At first glance, he looks like a young man who has just graduated from a wrong family and was admitted to the police academy.

Chen Jiaju glanced at him, snorted coldly, opened the door and sat in the driver's seat, started the car slowly and prepared to back up and leave.

At this time, the rear window was slowly lowered... A handsome, majestic face appeared in the window: "What's your name?"

"Zhuang... Sir Zhuang!!!" The police chief in uniform was startled, and quickly stood at attention and saluted.

The young police officer was equally dazed, and raised his hand in salute: "Wei Jinghao!"

Zhuang Shikai frowned: "I know your brother!"

The young police officer's heartstrings tightened, and he said excitedly: "Mr. 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 flicked the car in reverse, quickly merged the car into the main road, and followed the traffic flow, not listening to the young police officer's explanation at all.

"Sir!!!" Wei Jinghao screamed, wanting to rush out to chase the car, trying to seize a rare opportunity to explain the character of "brother" Wei Jingda to the senior police force.

The police sergeant in uniform beside him grabbed him: "Stop chasing! What level are you? Are you qualified to speak to Sir Zhuang? Let Master Zhuang do things?"

"Patrol well and do your part!" The police chief in uniform patted the record book on his hand: "Otherwise you won't even be a police officer in uniform!"