Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings

"Crunch!"

The red Ferrari stopped in front of the red beard.

Master Simon, the eldest son of "Bicheng Pharmaceutical Industry", opened the car door, got out of the car and walked towards the red beard, clapping his hands and saying, "Good work, buddy! I saw it, yes! It's a wonderful fire, and the burning is also wonderful! Guess what That's right, those poor guys are going to turn into suckling pigs! Hahaha!"

Master Simon was very concerned about the fire, and he danced excitedly when he saw the fire from afar.

Seeing that the fire was getting bigger and bigger, he knew that there was no way to save him, so he just admired the fire for a while, and then drove over to see the red beard.

"As long as you are satisfied, Master Simon!" The red beard bit his cigar with a rebellious expression on his face.

"Satisfied! I am very satisfied! Come!" Master Simon snapped his fingers.

Immediately, someone stepped forward and handed the remaining balance to the red beard.

"Take it, buddy! This is what you deserve!" Simon pointed to the money, "It's a total of twenty thousand pounds, plus what I gave you before, a total of thirty thousand, right?"

"Yes, Master Simon!" The red beard asked to collect the money, and stretched out his hand: "I hope we can have a happy cooperation next time!"

"Of course!" Simon smiled, turned around to leave, and suddenly turned around and said, "But I have a question I want to ask you—"

Put up your fingers: "You really don't know whose company is being burned?"

"I know, Master Simon!" The red beard said arrogantly, "A Chinese guy named Du Yongxiao, isn't he?"

"Du Yongxiao, a Chinese guy?" Young Master Simon was stunned for a moment, "You are right! He is indeed a very useless Chinese guy, a lowly Chinese dog! Apart from that, you don't know anything?"

"Is there anything else I need to know, Master Simon?"

"Oh no, no, you don't need to know anything! Yes, that's it!" Master Simon snapped his fingers, walked over, jumped into the Ferrari, "Drive!"

boom!

Ferrari gallops away.

The wild wolf, who hadn't spoken much, stepped forward, shaved his chin with a dogleg knife, and said to the red beard, "Boss, I always feel that something is wrong..."

The red beard said disdainfully: "What's wrong? We just burned a Chinaman company, can he still bite me?"

"Yeah, how dare a despicable Chinese dog bite people?"

"Hahaha!"

For the speeding gang, immigrant Chinese in London are the best bullies.

The Chinese nation is gentle in nature and submissive. When they immigrated to the UK, they were even more discriminated against. However, they did not resist or complain, but just endured silently. Worse than pigs and dogs?

"Go! Let's go to the city!"

"Go into the city and go whoring those Chinese girls for nothing!"

"Hahaha! Although they are stupid, they are very obedient!"

The red beard led the team, rode on the motorcycle, and roared away.

...

"These are treasures collected by the munitions team! Did you see that one is a bazooka from World War II, and that box is a real German grenade!"

Du Yongxiao enthusiastically introduced to Ye Hetang and others.

The dozen or so bigwigs in Chinatown thought that Du Yongxiao was going to treat them to hot pot, but they didn't expect to come here to sell arms.

Ye Hetang had a bitter face: "No, Director Ye, these grenades are older than my dead old man, do they work?"

"Yeah, although we really want to buy arms, we need to be able to use them--besides, now that grenades are updated and popular, who still uses grenades?" said another boss.

Du Yongxiao smiled: "If you want to know whether it works or not, it's simple! You stand in a row, and I'll let someone throw one to try!"

"No no no! I believe it! We all believe it!"

"Since I believe it, do you want to buy it?"

"Buy! Of course I want to buy it!" Ye Hetang said, "One of us will order that...one box."

"Only one box?" Du Yongxiao's face sank, "I treat you as brothers, what do you regard me for?"

"Two boxes!"

"Three boxes!"

"How about four boxes?"

Du Yongxiao still had a straight face.

Ye Hetang's heart was hardened, and he slapped: "Ten boxes, each of us will order ten boxes! Is it okay?"

Du Yongxiao smiled, and slapped Ye Hetang on the shoulder: "I knew Lao Ye was loyal! Ten boxes, right? I promise you!"

Ye Hetang couldn't laugh or cry, making them seem to be begging to buy these rubbish.

"By the way, there are still a batch of Soviet-style rifles over there! Let's go and have a look!" Du Yongxiao led everyone forward, and then added: "They are all antiques!"

The big guys staggered and almost fell down. What they are most afraid of hearing now is antiques.

"Everyone, don't react so strongly!" Du Yongxiao comforted, "Think about it, anyway, you didn't buy these things for war, as long as you can scare people with them, don't ask too much!"

"No, Director Du!" Ye Hetang hurriedly stepped forward, "We got real money anyway, you cheated us like this, oh no, take care of us, can your conscience pass?"

Du Yongxiao stopped, and spoke righteously: "I am now the supervisor of the munitions team, and my responsibility is to mop up the munitions. How could I know how to break the law and sell the munitions to you?"

"Ah, so you are?"

"I'm also thinking about you. I will clean up all the ammunition in England in the future! As for you antiques, I will never sweep them away!" Du Yongxiao promised, patting his chest.

Ye Hetang and the others looked at each other.

What's the meaning?

Doesn't it mean that their scrap copper and rotten iron will be the only arms in the future?

"Director Du, what you said...is it true?"

"What do you think? Could it be the first day you knew me?" Du Yongxiao had a rebellious expression on his face.

Ye Hetang and the others looked at each other, and suddenly became happy: "Director Du, we believe you! What kind of antique rifle is this, give me three hundred!"

"I want five hundred!"

"I'm eight hundred!"

"Don't fight, don't rob, everyone has a share! Now, pay first!" Du Yongxiao greeted everyone, "Musk, record it, everyone can't buy too much! Remember, we are selling antiques, not arms !"

"Understood, boss!" Musk and others cast their eyes on Du Yongxiao in admiration.

The one sentence of selling antiques wiped out the crime of buying and selling arms!

Just as Du Yongxiao was showing the Chinatown bigwigs a tour of the arsenal, the third brother Shalu Khan rushed in, "Boss! It's not good, the pharmaceutical company is on fire..."

Hearing this, Du Yongxiao turned around abruptly, and asked in a hurried tone: "Are there any casualties?!"

Shah Ruhan said: "There were no casualties, but several staff members were burned to varying degrees in order to save the research materials! Paul has sent the injured to the hospital."

"It's good that people are fine!" Du Yongxiao heaved a sigh of relief. In fact, he was more concerned about the research materials, and he was even more relieved when he heard the materials were rescued.

"Know who did it?!"

"Yinglun, Speeding Party!"