Chapter 163 Who do you think I am from Guanxi? ! (Two chapters in one)
Opening the heavy curtain, the smell of smoke, alcohol and noise came oncoming.
Compared with the outside of the cabin, the inside of the fishing boat is unique. There are three tables placed in the small cabin, where Pai Gow, Stud and Blackjack are played respectively.
Every gambling table was crowded with people. Many people were waving the bills in their hands with excited expressions, but more of them were looking at the gaming table with regret on their faces.
Behind the innermost gambling table, Ajie pushed a wheelchair towards Zheng Jirong. Sitting in the wheelchair was a man of about sixty years old. This man gave him the feeling that he was the first person in prison. The smile on Uncle Lu's face that he met for the first time could not hide the loneliness in his eyes.
"Brother Rong, this is my master, Boss Fan."
"It turns out to be Uncle Fan." Zheng Jirong smiled and stretched out his hand and said, "Ajie told me many of Uncle Fan's heroic deeds in front of me. It's true that being famous is not as good as meeting him."
Boss Fan waved his hand, shook his head with a smile and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zheng. I am just a cripple now. I should be more famous than I am in person, hahaha."
Zheng Jirong smiled and said nothing after hearing this. He glanced at Ajie behind Mr. Fan. After seeing him nodding slightly, he then asked: "I don't know if there is any quiet place. I want to do a business with you, Uncle Fan." Let’s talk.”
Boss Fan lowered his head and thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay, you come with me."
On the deck at the stern of the ship, Zheng Jirong looked at the calm sea with some speechlessness. He originally thought there would be a reception room or something.
At the side of the boat, Boss Fan pointed to the chair next to him and smiled helplessly: "Mr. Zheng, please sit down. The place is relatively simple, so please don't be offended."
Zheng Jirong waved his hands familiarly and said: "Where did Uncle Fan's words go? Ajie and I are brothers, and you are Ajie's master, that is my elder. Why are you so polite to me?"
He did not sit on the chair, but crossed the chair and sat directly on the edge of the boat next to Boss Fan. Seeing him being so casual and informal, Boss Fan was surprised and secretly admired him.
"Actually, Mr. Zheng, I have heard of your name in Macau."
"Oh?" Zheng Jirong said with a smile on his lips: "I guess it's not a good name, right?"
Boss Fan shook his head and said, "You guessed it wrong. The fact that you captured the serial killer [Rainy Night Butcher] alive in Hong Kong Island and rescued dozens of hostages at the Cointreau Hotel is almost unknown to everyone in Australia."
"Has all the news from Hong Kong Island reached Australia Island?" Zheng Jirong asked doubtfully.
"Hahaha, after all, Australia Island is a small place. There is only one TV station, and this TV station broadcasts almost all news from Hong Kong Island. Therefore, we here know all the major events happening on Hong Kong Island."
After finishing speaking, Boss Fan said with emotion: "Mr. Zheng is a man of many good deeds. Many people here even think that you are a civilian vigilante on Hong Kong Island. They all hope that the rich people in Macao Island can have a society like you." Responsibility.”
"Vigilantes?"
Zheng Jirong was really surprised at this moment. He didn't expect that the people who knew him best were the people of Ao Island.
I didn’t say anything, I’ll bring the property management company over later to benefit the citizens here!
It's just that the title of this civilian vigilante is a bit unpleasant. Wouldn't it be better to call him [Dark Knight]?
During the day, he is a playboy, a billionaire, and the darling of Hong Kong's upper class; while at night, he is a Hong Kong vigilante who walks in the shadows, the "Dark Knight" who makes all criminals fearful!
"Mr. Zheng, Mr. Zheng?"
Hearing Boss Fan's voice, Zheng Jirong came back to his senses. He raised the corners of his mouth and pretended to be humble: "Actually, I just did some trivial things. It's a bit embarrassing to be recognized by so many citizens."
"Forehead"
Boss Fan looked at Zheng Jirong's mouth that was even more difficult to suppress than AK, and chuckled: "Mr. Zheng, don't be humble. You can achieve such a big career at a young age. In my opinion, all young people in Hong Kong and Macao should It’s only right to follow your example.”
"Hey, Uncle Fan is too flattering."
Zheng Jirong glanced at the old man in the wheelchair. He felt very relieved and secretly sighed that the skills of these old Jianghu people in flattering were really unfathomable. They really should let Tiedan and the others come over and learn from this old guy.
After the two complimented each other, Zheng Jirong lit a cigarette and spoke first: "I think Ajie has already told Uncle Fan about my purpose of coming. I wonder what Uncle Fan wants?"
Boss Fan did not hesitate too much. He stared at Zheng Jirong intently and said, "As long as Mr. Zheng agrees to my request, my life will belong to Mr. Zheng from now on."
Zheng Jirong nodded and did not answer him. Instead, he pointed to a gambling boat in the distance and said, "I heard Ajie say that the gambling boat once belonged to you, Uncle Fan?"
Boss Fan raised his eyes, staring at the gambling boat with eyes full of hatred. He said hatefully: "Everyone in the world says that I, Boss Fan, have the fastest eyes in the world. No trick can escape my eyes." , but I didn’t expect that this was the only time in my life that I made a mistake. Not only was he defrauded of all his property, Ajie was also imprisoned, and he even became disabled!”
"If I guess correctly, you should be talking about your eldest disciple Zhan Yongfei?"
"That's right, it's him! As long as Mr. Zheng promises to avenge our master and apprentice, I will agree to any of your conditions!"
After hearing Boss Fan's promise, Zheng Jirong nodded secretly in his heart. It was just as he expected. These masters and disciples almost all had an irresolvable hatred for Zhan Yongfei, especially Boss Fan. Not only had his life savings been lost to his most He was deceived by someone he trusted and left in a wheelchair for so many years as a cripple. If this old guy told him that he had given up, Zheng Jirong would definitely turn around and leave without even trying to persuade him.
If this kind of deep hatred can be let go, then there is no point in recruiting such heartless people.
Zheng Jirong nodded and said calmly: "I agree to your request. I will give his head to you in three days at the latest."
"ah?"
Mr. Fan asked confusedly: "What do you mean by Mr. Zheng?"
"What do you mean?" Zheng Jirong frowned and said, "Don't you want revenge?"
He then suddenly realized: "Of course, if Uncle Fan wants to kill him personally, that's fine. I'll send someone to break his hands and feet and put them in front of you so you can do it yourself."
Zheng Jirong couldn't help but look at Boss Fan a few times. The old guy was quite cruel, but that was fine. When the time came, he would let each of his masters and disciples go up and give Zhan Yongfei a knife, and he would send someone to record it secretly.
After all, this old man has no children, unlike Ajie who has a close relative's daughter.
If such a person has no clues, who would dare to trust you? !
"Forehead"
After hearing Zheng Jirong's cruel remarks, Mr. Fan pondered for a long time, and then said with an ugly face: "Mr. Zheng, you misunderstood. In fact, the revenge I talked about was that I wanted to gamble with that Zhan Yongfei again. I want to openly and honestly lose my money at the gambling table." To win back the things!”
"That's it?"
Zheng Jirong said in surprise: "What if you win him back and then let him go?"
Before he could speak, Zheng Jirong stood up and leaned over and said to him: "This disciple of yours is not a religious man. As far as I know, he never thought of letting you go the night you broke your leg."
After hearing this, Boss Fan was silent for a long time and said, "I will trouble you, Mr. Zheng, then."
"Hahaha", Zheng Jirong patted him on the shoulder and laughed loudly: "I love helping others solve their problems. Don't worry, Uncle Fan. When the time comes, I will definitely let you, master and apprentice, personally kill your enemies!"
After the two reached an agreement, Boss Fan called out Ajie and others. In addition to the hook-nosed Wings whom he had seen before, there was also a man and a woman. The middle-aged man was a subordinate named Aji who had been following Boss Fan for many years. , he looks quite burly in stature, with a sinewy face, and looks very similar to Hong Xing’s Brother Ji.
As for the woman, she was Yi Yi's girlfriend, Meidian. She had a pretty appearance and dull eyebrows. Looking at Yi Yi and Meidian, Zheng Jirong suddenly thought of Hua Di and Jojo, whom he met in Causeway Bay. A few months had passed, and that boy I haven't looked for myself either. Isn't it already cold?
on deck.
Zheng Jirong also explained his thoughts to these people. In short, it is not difficult to avenge you, but we have to wait until you officially join my gambling ship. After the [Asia Star] has been officially operated for a period of time and the business has stabilized, we will You can start helping them prepare for revenge.
Boss Fan has been waiting hopelessly in a wheelchair for so many years, but he can still afford to wait for a few months.
As for Yi Yi and Mei Ding, they have already returned to the cabin to pack their luggage excitedly. After hanging out on a small fishing boat for so long, one can imagine how excited they are to be able to show off their skills on a gambling boat.
Seeing the long-lost smiles on the faces of his master and junior brother, Ajie expressed his sincere gratitude to Zheng Jirong: "Thank you, Brother Rong. Without your words, we really don't know what we would do."
Zheng Jirong smiled and patted Ajie on the back, "Don't say such things, I'm still waiting for your master and apprentice to be my steward on the ship. Uncle Fan has decades of experience in managing gambling ships. I think with you here, I can sit back and relax.”
"Don't worry, Brother Rong. Speaking of which, I got to know a Qianju master named Ah King during my time in the bitter kiln. This guy is a good character. He will be released from prison in a while. I will try my best to bring him back when the time comes. Pull him into our gambling boat."
"King"
Hong Kong Island, inside a luxury apartment in Mong Kok.
Zheng Jirong, who had just finished breakfast, was doing morning exercises with Liang Wanting in front of the sofa. Wanting bent over and grabbed the armrests of the sofa with both hands, biting her lip from time to time and looking back at Zheng Jirong behind her.
"Brother Rongrong, you've been getting busier and busier lately."
"Yes, I need to make more money to support you."
"You used to come to see me every week, but now you only come once every half month."
"I'm here now, aren't I?"
"Coming. I'm coming."
While the two were exercising, the cell phone left on the sofa suddenly rang.
Hey, why do I get calls at this kind of time lately?
He answered the phone impatiently and said, "What's the matter?"
"Mr. Zheng, I am the thirteenth sister, please save us!"
Zheng Jirong pulled up Liang Wanting's hair from behind and asked on the phone: "Have you been caught by Jiang Tiansheng?"
"No, it's these two bastards, A Fei A Ji! We can't stand them for another day!"
In a newly developed residential building in Mong Kok.
After secretly talking to Zheng Jirong on the phone, Thirteenth Sister, Arun, and Dao Scarqi were cooking in the kitchen. Ever since Zhen Guanxi sent a message asking them to stay with A Fei and the others, Thirteenth Sister and others had not spent a day together. Good times.
Afei, Aji and the others relied on someone to support them, and the Thirteenth Sister happened to want to control Guanxi. During these days, these two people were bossing them around. The three female giants of Bolan Street have now become The nanny and servant of these two people.
Dao Scarqi asked while cutting radishes on the chopping board:
"Do you think that town in Guanxi has forgotten all of us? Otherwise, why would they not come to see us even after returning to Hong Kong for a few days?"
"Damn it, Qiqi, did you just find out now?"
Thirteenth sister was sitting on a stool peeling garlic and said: "I turned on the loudspeaker when I called him just now. It's not like you didn't hear it. This guy went back to Hong Kong to spend time with women. How could he care about it?" us?"
"No way, Thirteenth Sister, I think his voice on the phone is quite normal, but he seems to be breathing a little loudly."
Arun was speaking. She was rinsing the chicken she had just bought by the sink. After rinsing away the blood, she teased Thirteenth Sister: "I think you have a dirty mind. I think Mr. Zheng is not a bad person." .”
"Damn it, Arun, are you making a mistake?" Thirteenth sister said angrily, "Besides the heavy breathing, didn't you hear anything?"
"How could Arun hear that?" Dao Scarqi said with a wicked smile, "She has never been hit before."
She said, squeezing Arun with her shoulder, and jokingly said: "Arun, do you want to be hit by Zhen Guanxi a few times? I think he has a strong body. I don't think it will work a few times. I will hit you anyway." It only takes a few hundred strokes."
"Ouch, I disgust you to death."
Looking at Arun and Dao Scarqi who were fighting in the kitchen, the worry in Thirteenth Sister's eyes faded a lot. Although they not only had no fixed place to live now, but also had to face Jiang Tiansheng's pursuit, but Her good sisters are not worried, so what does she have to worry about? If Zhen Guanxi refuses to accept them, the worst they can do is escape to Shenzhen!
At this time, the kitchen door was pushed open, and A Fei, wearing a suit like the Fire Cloud Evil God, came in with his ears out and shouted: "Okay, I asked you to cook, but you dare to be lazy!"
"Hey, don't talk nonsense. We've already washed the dishes and everything."
"How dare you say that! After a few hours, I washed a few radishes and peeled a few cloves of garlic. If you don't finish the meal in an hour, you will not be allowed to eat as a punishment!"
Snapped!
After Afei finished speaking, he closed the door.
"Asshole!! I can't bear it!!!"
Thirteenth sister picked up the kitchen knife on the chopping board, turned around and rushed out to give Ah Fei a hard blow!
"Calm down, Thirteenth Sister!"
"Don't be impulsive. If you kill A Fei, we'll all be doomed!"
Arun and Dao Scarqi quickly stepped forward to stop him.
"Don't stop me! I have to chop them up today! A few days ago, they were talking about a big sister. Now they not only ask me to cook for them! They also ask us to wash clothes, mop the floor, and clean the toilet! There is no bed heater. !I will chop them to death!"
"They both deserve a beating, but it's better to be here than to be scared outside."
"Arun is right, and I think Afei and Aji are pretty good people. They are just being unforgiving with their words."
"Depend on!"
Thirteenth sister shook off Arun and Dao Scarqi who were holding her arms tightly, and said to them angrily: "Are you mistaken? He treats us as servants. I used to be Hong Xing's supporter after all." Handle, how can you bear this kind of grievance?"
Arun sighed and said, "As Qiqi said just now, it is better to suffer a little injustice here than to lose your life outside."
"Hey, I don't care about you."
Thirteenth sister waved her hand dejectedly and was about to put the kitchen knife back when suddenly there was another knock on the kitchen door.
Boom, boom, boom!
"Stop knocking! A hungry ghost is reincarnated!"
Boom, boom, boom!
Seeing that the people outside were still knocking on the door, Thirteenth Sister threw the kitchen knife at the door angrily.
At this time, the kitchen door just opened from the outside
Under the horrified gazes of the women, Zheng Jirong calmly grasped the kitchen knife flying towards him, glanced at the women inside, and said calmly: "You want to kill me?"
"Mr. Zhen Zheng?"
When Thirteenth Sister and others saw Zheng Jirong, they laughed in a panic and said, "Why didn't Mr. Zheng come without notifying you?"
Putting the kitchen knife back on the chopping board, Zheng Jirong asked doubtfully: "Why should I notify you when I come to Afei Aji's house? You are just boarding here. Do you think you are the master?"
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Seeing the speechless expressions of the women, Zheng Jirong glanced at the ingredients in the kitchen and said, "Prepare the dishes and cook more rice. I want to eat here at noon."
"Oh, okay, Mr. Zheng, don't worry, we will make sure the food is ready. Arun is the best at making chicken."
"." Zheng Jirong looked at Arun, who kept smiling and said nothing, and asked, "Are you good at making chickens?"
"Yes," Arun nodded and said, "I've been making it since I was a child. Whether it's Wenchang chicken, white chicken, smoked chicken, saliva chicken, or salt-baked chicken, I can make it. Mr. Zheng, what flavor do you like?"
"Whatever, just do what you do best."
After saying that, he raised his hand and looked at his watch, "If you can't finish it in half an hour, you will be deprived of food!"
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After Zheng Jirong left the kitchen, Thirteenth Sister complained to Arun and the others: "This town in Guanxi is more ruthless than Ah Fei and the others. It's so wrong!"
"Okay, if you have time, hurry up and cook. Qiqi, you wash the rice, and I'll boil the kettle and scald the chicken skin."
"good."
Seeing that the two people were busy working without any resentment, Thirteenth Sister sighed and helplessly peeled the garlic on the ground again.
In the living room next to the door.
Zheng Jirong was lying on the sofa, enjoying the massage service from A Fei and A Ji.
The two of them held Zheng Jirong's legs, one on the left and the other on the right, and while squeezing them, they asked: "Brother Rong, how long will these women stay in our house? You came today to take them away, right?"
"Why, aren't you happy living with a beautiful woman?"
After hearing this, Aji said with disgust: "Brother Rong, you don't even know if you haven't lived with them. Among these three people, Sister Arun is the only one who looks like a woman. Sister Qi and Sister Thirteen are more masculine than the other. What are they doing?" What doesn’t work is that there will be nothing left after eating.”
A Feiye on the opposite side echoed: "Yes, Brother Rong, and it's very inconvenient for us two grown men to live with them."
After hearing this, Zheng Jirong asked curiously: "What's the inconvenience? The house you two have is the largest in the entire community. It's more than two thousand square feet and has four rooms. Can't the two girls still stay there?"
"The accommodation is affordable, but there is only one bathroom in total. I have to fight with them every morning, but we can't get it every time. As a result, Aji and I started to use the spittoon."
Zheng Jirong shook his head in amusement after hearing this. He raised his head and looked at their house. It was quite clean and not as bad as he thought before coming.
The community where A Fei and A Ji live was newly developed by Zheng Jirong's company in Xihuan some time ago. In order to reward these two guys, Zheng Jirong left the two largest apartments in the community to them, but these two people obviously They each have a house, but they live together. I really want to introduce them to A Yu.
In fact, not only the two of them, but also A Miao, A Yi and others, this community has reserved a house for them.
It's just that A Yi, Zuo Zuo and others made more money every month, so they no longer paid much attention to this kind of commercial housing, so they all bought new houses outside.
As for Amiao, his house is still being renovated, and he plans to use it as a wedding room for his wedding at the end of the year, so he still lives in his ancestral home on Temple Street.
Thinking of this, Zheng Jirong couldn't help but sigh with emotion to the two of them, A Fei and A Ji: "Having a boss like me who arranges a marriage room for my younger brother is really a blessing for you in your previous life!"
Afei and Aji looked at each other in confusion and said, "Brother Rong, Aji and I don't even have girlfriends, how can we get married?"
"I didn't mention you. Ah Miao is getting married at the end of the year. Remember to give him a big red envelope each."
"Huh? That black-faced guy actually has a girlfriend! It's really unreasonable."
"Yes, Aji and I are much more handsome than him when we dress up. Brother Rong, you may not believe it. Many women say that I, Afei, have very affectionate eyes."
"Come on, you kid looks at a piece of shit with affection."
Half an hour later.
At the dinner table, Zheng Jirong tasted the white-cut Wenchang chicken made by Arun. The chicken skin was yellow and crispy, the meat was tender and juicy, and the bones were crispy and delicious. This woman was indeed an expert at cooking chicken.
"Yeah," Zheng Jirong said with appreciation after finishing the meal, "it tastes good."
Arun nodded happily after hearing this. She hesitated for a while and said, "If Mr. Zheng likes to eat, I can make one for you every day."
"Arun."
Thirteenth sister grabbed Arun's thigh under the table with some displeasure. What do you mean by saying that, you treat me like I don't exist?
Zheng Jirong chewed the chicken in his mouth and said nonchalantly: "That's not necessary. My woman cooks so much delicious food."
"Haha." Thirteenth sister smiled stiffly and said, "Mr. Zheng, you misunderstood. Arun only likes women like me."
"Yeah?"
Zheng Jirong glanced at the two of them and chuckled: "You guys are playing quite trendy."
After the Thirteenth Sister paused, she said straight to the point: "Mr. Zheng said before that he would wait until you come back from Bay Island before deciding whether to accept us into the United League. Since Mr. Zheng is here, I want to ask you idea.”
After hearing this, Zheng Jirong put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth. He looked at the three women opposite and said, "Where's the meeting gift? The Twelve Young Masters and Ailian gave up all their territory when they passed by Lian Sheng. You guys don't know how? Do you want to be a white wolf with nothing?"
After listening to Zheng Jirong's words, Thirteenth Sister's face darkened. She hesitated for a while and then slowly said: "I still have one or two million Hong Kong dollars in my bank card. If you want it, I can give it to you."
"Pfft", Zheng Jirong took the cigar lit by A Fei next to him, turned to A Fei and Aji and smiled disdainfully: "Did you see that the money in Hong Xing's bank card is not as much as yours? You two still want to be Boss?"
"I want to. No, no, no, I don't want to."
Seeing Brother Rong's slowly raised fist, the two of them quickly changed their words.
Exhaling a puff of smoke, Zheng Jirong continued to say to several women: "I am not interested in this little money. I advise you to think carefully about what else you can give me besides money."
After hearing this, Thirteenth Sister couldn't help but think of Ailian lying in his arms when they last met, and the voice on the other end of the phone call with him just now. She gritted her teeth and was about to refuse, when the voice sitting next to her Arun suddenly stood up and walked to Zheng Jirong.
For Zhen Guanxi, Arun can't say she has any favorable impressions, but she doesn't have much dislike either. As an address book, she only has the Thirteenth Sister in her heart. Now the safety of the sisters rests on Zheng Jirong. , for Thirteenth Sister and Qiqi, she felt that even if she sacrificed, it was worth it.
Arun knelt down at Zheng Jirong's feet, rubbed his face against Zheng Jirong's thigh like a kitten, and said, "I am the greeting gift."
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"Arun, don't do this!"
Thirteenth sister was about to step forward to stop her woman in grief and anger, but saw Arun pushed away by Zheng Jirong. He dusted his legs and said displeasedly:
"Who do you think I am from Guanxi?!"
In fact, it is very strange that the movies starring Wu Qianlian and Liu Tianwang, a pair of very classic screen stars, all seem to have tragic endings.