Chapter 148 Xiongba (crossed out) Brother Rong, he is a real man
Shanyuan Villa.
This villa is controlled by Minister Hou, Zhou Chaoxian's backer. The villa has opened a foundation to help the world, and the president is Minister Hou's wife.
The foundation regularly collects donations from people like Zhou Chaoxian and Lei Gong under the guise of charity sales of casket towers. In order to curry favor with Minister Shanghou, these people buy millions of casket towers every time they come.
Master Song is Minister Hou’s spokesperson at Shangyuan Villa.
The car slowly drove into the villa, and Zheng Jirong saw Master Song waiting for them in the hall.
Contrary to what he had expected before arriving, this Master Song wore glasses, a suit and leather shoes, and did not look like a magician at all.
After seeing Zheng Jirong and the others, Master Song smiled and stretched out his hand, "Ms. Ding hasn't been to the villa for a long time. Are you here to claim the spiritual bone tower on behalf of Mr. Lei?"
Ding Yao lowered her head silently after hearing the words, then raised her head and said with tears in her eyes: "Master Song is unaware that Mr. Lei died in an accident on Hong Kong Island. Because the incident was too sudden, the news has not yet spread."
"Is this happening?" Master Song said in surprise: "Oh, Mr. Lei has been doing good deeds throughout his life, but he didn't expect that such an accident would happen."
Seeing the sad look on Master Song's face, Zheng Jirong secretly thought that this old guy Lei Gong must have spent a lot of money in this villa. He suddenly lost a rich man and couldn't blame him for being so sad.
After the two exchanged greetings, Ding Yao wiped her tears and reached out to introduce Master Song: "Master Song, this is Mr. Zheng who came from Hong Kong Island. He is very interested in the Jishi Foundation, so he specially asked me to bring him. He came to meet you, Master Song."
"Oh?" Master Song then noticed Zheng Jirong next to Ding Yao. He stretched out his hand and said, "Mr. Zheng is also interested in charity?"
Zheng Jirong held his hand tightly and smiled: "I have always done charity wherever I do business. I heard from Ms. Ding Yao that the Jishi Foundation of Shanyuan Villa is a well-known charity organization. Of course I will do it this time." Come and see it.”
After hearing Zheng Jirong's words, Master Song remained silent and glanced at Ding Yao calmly. Seeing her nodding slightly, he immediately smiled and said, "I didn't expect that not long after the foundation was founded, there would already be a foundation in Hong Kong." A lot of guests came to visit, which shows that we are very successful."
Under his guidance, the group walked into the interior of the villa.
The entire villa is located on the lush mountainside, with beautiful scenery and pleasant climate. There is a magnificent temple at the end of the villa. The temple is filled with incense, making it even more sacred and solemn.
Master Song pointed to the shelves with small jars next to the Bodhisattva statue and said to Zheng Jirong: "These are the spiritual bone towers. They were all consecrated by me personally. The operation of our foundation relies on the support of some caring people. In addition to donations, other funds come from the charity sale of the ossuary tower."
Zheng Jirong nodded with understanding after hearing this, and after scanning around the shelves full of shelves, he deliberately sighed: "It's a worthwhile trip to see the Spirit Bone Tower. If it's convenient, I'd like to buy a few for offerings." In the temple.”
"The price of our charity sale is NT$300,000 each. Of course, we will invest the money into the foundation to do some charity. Is Mr. Zheng interested?"
"Since it's a charity, of course I'm interested."
After saying that, Zheng Jirong took out his checkbook, signed a number and handed it to him, "Since it's for charity, I'll simply buy a few more, and the purchased ossuary towers can be kept at Shanyuan Villa. I think the beautiful scenery here makes it the most suitable place.”
Master Song glanced at the numbers on it, with a satisfied smile on his face, "Don't worry, Mr. Zheng, there is absolutely no problem in supporting the spirit bone tower here."
After giving the money, Zheng Jirong stopped beating around the bush and went straight to the point: "I heard that Master Song has a close personal relationship with Minister Hou. I wonder if you can introduce him to me?"
After hearing this, Master Song laughed and said: "It turns out that Mr. Zheng is here for this matter, but Minister Hou has many things to do every day, so it is not easy to see him."
Zheng Jirong nodded when he heard this. He took out his checkbook and signed a larger number than before, and handed it to Master Song.
"Since I bought the casket tower, I will also donate a sum of money to the foundation. I hope the money will allow the foundation to operate better."
After seeing the number above, Master Song was about to take it with a smile, but found that the fingers on the opposite side were pressed tightly on the check. Seeing this, he clasped his hands together and said, "Mr. Zheng is so supportive of our foundation. I miss Minister Hou." I won’t refuse to see you.”
After finishing speaking, the man in front of him raised his hand, and Master Song was secretly happy after getting the check.
As the spokesman for the minister-in-waiting at the villa, his main task was not only to help him receive some people who turned in donations, but also to continuously expand the funds of the foundation. This time, he had an extra large sum of money and he could explain it to the higher ups.
After a while, Zheng Jirong left here with Minister Hou's address. The originally solemn temple and beautiful mountain villa now seemed to him to be filthier than the most despicable chicken pen in Hong Kong Island.
In the car, Zheng Jirong called Jimmy and told him the address. He would definitely not meet Minister Hou, so just let Jimmy talk. After millions of Hong Kong dollars were spent, there had to be some splashing.
Ding Yao looked at the silent Zheng Jirong, took his arm and raised her head and asked, "Are you reluctant to part with the money?"
Zheng Jirong shook his head and said nothing. The company's investment in Bay Island in the next few years will not be less than 100 million Hong Kong dollars. Spending an extra few million for such a large project is nothing, but this feeling makes him unhappy. Usually Others always gave him money, and this time it was finally his turn to give money to others.
However, he felt a little better when he thought about the fate of the minister-in-waiting, including Master Song. He had to let the people on the island keep an eye on them. Then he would have to spit out twice as much money as they had swallowed from him.
Seeing that he didn't reply, Ding Yao said to herself: "This Zhou Dynasty has great power in Tainan. The Songlin Gang is not much smaller than our Sanlian Gang. You must be careful when you see him tomorrow."
Zheng Jirong shook his head and smiled: "What should you be careful about? He is the one you should be afraid of, not me."
After speaking, he leaned on the car cushion, closed his eyes and said, "Light a cigar for me."
Hearing this, Ding Yao took out a cigar from the storage box in the back seat and put it in her mouth. After taking two puffs, she lit it and handed it to Zheng Jirong's mouth.
Exhaling a puff of smoke happily, Zheng Jirong closed his eyes and asked, "What are you going to do with Hong Xing? You messed up Jiang Tiansheng as soon as he concluded a business deal with Lei Gong, and Hong Xing was also framed by you as the person who killed Lei Gong. Murderer, the feud between you Sanlian Gang and Hong Xing cannot be resolved this time."
Ding Yao covered her mouth and smiled: "In the past two days, many people in the gang have advocated sending gunmen to Hongxing to kill Jiang Tiansheng. There are even gunmen who are already on Hong Kong Island at this time. It depends on Jiang Tiansheng's luck. If he dies Hongxing will definitely be scattered, isn’t this just what you want?”
Zheng Jirong remained silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Even if Jiang Tiansheng dies, Hong Xing will not be finished. His brother Jiang Tianyang is a talent. If Jiang Tiansheng dies, he will definitely return to Hong Kong to lead Hong Xing. Although Hong Xing is not as good as before, , but after all, Tuen Mun is all in one place, and there are thousands of subordinates on hand, so it is still of some value."
"Jiang Tianyang? According to your opinion, Jiang Tiansheng can't die?" Ding Yao asked tentatively.
"Now that the gunmen have been sent out, what else can we say? It depends on whether he is lucky enough."
In today's Hong Kong society, his reputation as the leader of Guanxi is too great. This has both advantages and disadvantages for him. The advantage is that when those short mules join the society, their first choice is him as the leader of Guanxi. , which caused his manpower to skyrocket.
Fortunately, the logistics company and the property management company have been hiring recently, and they have been able to place them. If it were any other club, they probably wouldn't be able to support so many underlings.
Moreover, the business of the merchants in his territory is getting better and better. Everyone on the road knows that Yau Tsim Mong is the territory of his town in Guangxi, so few people make trouble here. There are fewer short mules making trouble, so they come here to go shopping. Naturally, there will be more people, and the pockets of merchants will also be enriched. In a period of time, it will be time to increase property fees as appropriate.
But on the contrary, because he is so powerful now, many people from the police are watching him. Although he has never been taken for questioning by the police once, like Ayi Tiedan and others, He would go to the police station once in every three days, under the pretense of assisting in investigations.
If the police find out about Jiang Tiansheng's fandom, their focus will no longer be on Zheng Jirong. A few tons of goods every month will definitely attract the attention of the entire Hong Kong police.
Outside a villa, the car stopped slowly. Zheng Jirong glanced out the window and frowned: "Didn't I ask you to take me to the hotel? What are you doing here?"
Ding Yao leaned on his shoulder and smiled: "A hotel is not as good as home. The last time we met, I was down there. This time I want to be up there."
Glancing at the hairy girl, Zheng Jirong was about to refuse when he suddenly saw a familiar figure hiding secretly outside the villa.
He raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "It seems that you are really charming. Your little lover came to see you specially. You should entertain him well, and I won't accompany you."
After speaking, Zheng Jirong opened the door and got out of the car. Seeing this, Ding Yao quickly held his arm and followed him out. After seeing Ding Yao holding Zheng Jirong's arm, Pheasant who was hiding aside could not suppress the anger in his heart. He rushed out from under a tree.
However, he was stopped by the bodyguard before he took a few steps.
Pheasant looked at Ding Yao with red eyes and said hoarsely: "I didn't kill Thunder Lord, why did you frame me?"
After Ding Yao saw the pheasant, she hugged Zheng Jirong's arm tightly and chuckled: "I didn't expect you to escape from Hong Kong Island."
"Answer me!" Pheasant stared at Ding Yao with splitting eyes, "Why are you framing me?!"
"I do not understand what you are saying."
"Ha", after hearing her words, Pheasant laughed angrily and said, "It turns out they were all lies. What you said before about loving me was also a lie!"
"Of course it's fake, how could I fall in love with you."
Ding Yao shook her head in a funny way, then she laid her head in Zheng Jirong's arms and said foolishly: "Only Brother Rong is worthy of my love. He is a real man."