Rebirth: Outstanding

Zeng Chunsheng turned on the faucet and waited for the turbid water to flow for a while. After it became clear, he splashed his face with cold water. In the dirty mirror, his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and the heavy bags under his eyes could almost fall off. Maybe it hasn't been taken care of for a long time, and you can no longer see the suave appearance of the rich ship merchants in the past. "

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom! "Outside the door, there was another knock on the door. No

When the driver and bodyguard in the living room got up, Zeng Chunsheng had already walked out of the rudimentary restroom, made a booing gesture to the driver, and then signaled the other person to go over and see clearly before opening the door. manage

Ji is a tall, middle-aged man who is somewhat noncommittal about Zeng Chunsheng’s performance, but still obediently gets up slowly, walks to the door, looks out through a nail hole in the door panel, and turns back to look at it. Own Zeng Chunsheng nodded: "

Mr. Zeng, it is Mr. Hu. "

Zeng Chunsheng heaved a sigh of relief and nodded.

The driver opened the locked door. Outside, a middle-aged man in his forties who was wearing gold glasses and was about forty walked in. He smiled before saying a word, with a gentle smile on his face: "

Boss Zeng..."

However, Zeng Chunsheng was very dissatisfied with the other party and snorted: "It is said that I left Hong Kong yesterday, and I am still trapped here! Do you know how many people Xu Pingsheng sent outside to find me? What are you talking about? Does it count? I'll be perfunctory. I called to Taiwan by myself. I couldn't do such a big thing for them, but in the end I couldn't get any benefits."

Boss Zeng, why is there such a big anger, even if Xu Pingsheng is outside, Yu Shiting turns Hong Kong upside down, it can't help it here, you know, this place is called Diaojingling. "The middle-aged Hu, who is familiar with himself, sat on a squeaky wooden chair and smiled.

Zeng Chunsheng sighed. Of course he knew Xu Pingsheng, and Yu Shiting would not rush to Diaojingling to find him for a while. He also knew what the three words Diaojingling meant, but the environment here...

Thinking about the food he ate, the water he drank, the bed he slept in, the clothes he wore these past few days, Zeng Chunsheng wondered more than once whether his brain was flooded, and he agreed to cooperate with Hu Yu in front of him, as a Shanghai shipping merchant. , Contacted the Taiwan Navy and sank one of Lei Yingdong’s ocean-going cargo ships! "

What about Diaojingling? What about more than 2,000 Whampoa students? Even if they are all Jiang Gong's people, they are all defeated soldiers who have been beaten from China and fled to Hong Kong! "The extremely difficult environment made Zeng Chunsheng lose a good temper with Hu Yu, and his tone was full of vicious anger. Si.

Ji's face suddenly turned dark and gloomy, and the blue veins on his forehead even jumped up with those four characters following Zeng Chunsheng’s defeat, but Hu Yu seemed to have only a smiling face, still smiling at Zeng Chunsheng. Let the other party complain.

"Boss Zeng, the environment is a bit more difficult. It's not that I can't afford to help you open a room in a luxury hotel. Even if I open a luxury hotel, it is full of women. Do you dare to go to bed now? Letters from my wife and Ling Gongzi.” Hu Yu seemed to have just thought of something, and took a letter from his pocket and pushed it onto the table. Once

Chun Sheng walked over quickly, picked up the envelope and pulled it open, absorbing the power of family affection from the thin piece of paper inside. In addition to a piece of letter paper, there was also a photo. Yes

The photo of my wife and son standing in front of the mansion in Taipei’s new home with the servant. The handwriting is also the handwriting of my wife.

"When can I go to Taiwan?" Zeng Chunsheng grabbed the letter paper and looked at Hu Yu: "Hong Kong is a place like Hong Kong, I don't want to stay for a moment."

Didn’t Boss Zeng vowed to be the leader of Shanghai shipping merchants and swallow the local shipping business? Why is there no fighting spirit now? "Hu Yu took out a box of Japanese Heping cigarettes from his arms and handed one to Zeng Chunsheng.

Zeng Chunsheng grinds his teeth: "I'm afraid I will stay and won't survive Xu Pingsheng and Yu Shiting's fight. Under this circumstance, I don't know what kind of virtue they beat, but I'm afraid I will die before the fight begins."

Hu Yu nodded in understanding: "Understand, understand, Boss Zeng can help to get started, Hu Mou is already grateful, and the following things are indeed not very easy to force Mr. Zeng, rest assured, let Mr. Zeng and his wife and wife make peace tonight. When the son is reunited, Hu will never break his promise when he agreed to the conditions."

Hu Yu's attitude was too gentle, so that Zeng Chunsheng could vent his grievances with confidence. He walked a few steps in the room: "You don't know how to do business! The situation of fighting and fighting will not happen immediately. There will be two sides in the mall. It’s the last step. As long as there is a chance, everyone is thinking about making money with peace. You big soldiers don’t understand how to fight even battles. How can you understand..."

"Boom, boom, boom..." There was a sound of footsteps outside, the sound of leather shoes nailed with iron palms stepping on the wooden board, step by step, from far to near, and finally stopped at the door. "

who? "Zeng Chunsheng stopped immediately and looked over nervously."

Don't be nervous, Mr. Zeng. "The door was pushed open from the outside. A young man under 30 years old, wearing a black tunic suit and a woolen windbreaker outside, and his shiny leather shoes spotlessly clean, walked in from the outside: "It's just Zeng. What the husband said just now made me disagree, so I couldn't help but walked in recklessly. "year

Qingren stood up in the room and pushed a pair of vinyl glasses on his gentle face with his fingers: "My dear Tan Jingwei, Hong Men Hong Fashan succeeds as the owner of the mountain."

Chun Sheng was shocked and looked at Hu Yu. Hu Yu was still smiling. He stood up and introduced the young man who claimed to be Tan Jingwei: "This is Mr. Tan from Hongmen Hongmen in Hong Kong...""

Isn't the owner of the number gang Ge Zhaohuang? "Zeng Chunsheng thought about it before extracting a person's name from his mind.

Although he doesn't often deal with gangs, he still knows a little bit about the forces in Hong Kong. After all, the number gang is also an outsider, and they are the same as the Shanghainese in some respects.

Tan Jingwei stroked the non-existent dust on the cuffs, his tone was flat: "The Lord Ge Lao just opened the altar today and passed the position of the mountain lord to me. Speaking of which, Jingwei is just a scholar who can win Geshan. The main concern is really ashamed, ashamed."

"You are a number helper, what are you doing here?" Zeng Chunsheng asked a little bit bluntly. He didn't look pleasing to this young man with a gentle appearance and gentle attitude. Tan

Jingwei said: "Since Mr. Zeng doesn’t want to entangle this matter anymore, he can only take over Hong Kong and Shanghai’s two major ship gangs. I came here today to send Boss Zeng on the road and reunite with his family earlier. Mr. Zeng left." Tan

Jingwei said the word Fourth Brother, and there was a copper-sized scar on a face outside the door. A middle-aged man in a Chinese mountain suit walked in. Before Zeng Chunsheng recovered, a metal wire was already tied to Zeng Chunsheng's neck.

Tan Jingwei lit his cigarette and watched Zeng Chunsheng quietly. After the person he called the fourth brother put away the wire and Zeng Chunsheng's body softened to the floor, Tan Jingwei said: "

Mr. Hu, after sending the body of Mr. Zeng to the downtown area, you can leave. You are no longer needed here. Let everyone see the fate of Mr. Zeng. Let everyone think about it. It was the Hong Kong people who killed Zeng. The boss, or the Shanghainese kill themselves, wanting to blame the Hongkongers? Or is it that people with ulterior motives are ready to make a profit? "