Rebirth: Outstanding

Under the night, the street lights on Pedder Street were lit up, and a five-story clock tower with a height of more than 20 meters stood at the end of the street. There were many shops on both sides of the street. The most conspicuous was the Central Hotel on the left of Pedder Street.

In front of the revolving glass door of the restaurant, guests are constantly coming in and out. Two doormen are standing on the left and right. There are a few Belarusians in security uniforms carrying rubber batons around patrolling the streets. Occasionally, there are occasional carts walking along the street. The boat in the lane, seeing these fierce-looking white Russians, couldn't help speeding up and leaving the hotel in a hurry.

At this time, in the dining hall on the first floor of the hotel, a table in the corner was filled with magnificent food like a hill. Some drinks and snacks could not fit. The waiter simply left the dining cart by the table, attracting other guests around.

Tan Jingwei, who was sitting at the dining table slowly cutting a piece of foie gras, was content, and turned a blind eye to the weird gazes of the surrounding guests, but the two clerical staff who sat at the same table with him looked a little embarrassed and deliberately made a look of looking around. It seems to be telling other people around that it's not that they want to order so many things to eat, but that there are still friends who haven't arrived.

Tan Jingwei chewed the foie gras and slowly swallowed the food, his face showing enjoyment.

A civilian subordinate just rightly said: "Mr. Tan, Mr. Sheng has not returned yet, I am worried..."

Tan Jingwei waved his hand, and the subordinate immediately stopped. Tan Jingwei leaned back slightly, closed his eyes and tasted the taste between his lips and teeth, and then nodded gently: "Be on the point! It is indeed better than the coolie rice on the street, no wonder it sells it like this. expensive."

The two clerical subordinates didn't know what to do with each other, so they had to make a smile and nodded in agreement.

"I know you are worried about Brother Si, but don't worry, he will be fine." Tan Jingwei wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, raised his hand and glanced at the gold watch on his wrist: "It's only half an hour before eight o'clock, the hero. It will appear at a critical moment!"

The clerical subordinate who spoke first was anxious: "But Mr. Tan, I heard that the Diaojingling gang are like bandits. If they accidentally hurt Mr. Sheng, it would be hard to explain when they go back!"

Tan Jingwei picked up the wine glass, drank a glass of red wine, rinsed his mouth, and spit it into the trash can under his feet, attracting a round of disgust from the guests around him. Several British ladies even moved away from the chair and sat a little away from him. s position.

"No, both of you and I and Brother Sheng are both officials from Taiwan. Any one of them is a diplomatic conflict. The British will definitely check it out, let alone the Diaojingling gang. People, even the rich guys in Hong Kong wouldn't be so stupid." Tan Jingwei gave his subordinates a relieved look and said confidently.

In fact, from a legal point of view, these two sentences by Tan Jingwei are indeed no problem. After all, if a Taiwanese official is involved in Hong Kong, a land under the jurisdiction of the British, the Taiwanese have the right to order the British of the Hong Kong authorities to help track down the murderer.

However, although Tan Jingwei said lightly, it seems that he has been covered with an undefeated golden body in Hong Kong, but the actual situation is quite different, because Taiwan does not have the qualifications to challenge the British Hong Kong government at all, let alone order it. Even if they request the other party, the British Hong Kong government can completely ignore it, just as Yu Shiting said before that he would sink him into the sea. Even if Yu Shiting does that, Taiwan can only say a few requests without pain. With the help of the British Hong Kong government in the investigation, the actual probability that Shiting will be brought to justice is almost zero.

Not to mention that Yu Shiting does not have to leave evidence by himself. Even if the evidence is conclusive, the British Hong Kong government will not offend a Chinese God of Wealth who pays more than one million taxes every year for an unrelated Taiwanese official. Maybe he will help. He disposed of the evidence.

Tan Jingwei knew these things well, and he said these words to deceive two inexperienced writers and writers. Now it seems that the effect is not bad, and the two of them really believed it, and even their backs were quite straight. point.

Tan Jingwei smiled and said again: "So don't be nervous, we have Taiwan behind us, you two don't have to think about anything, do things well, help me deal with the British and Americans, and I will help you when I return to Taiwan to ask for credit."

The two civilians stood up excitedly and took their glasses: "Thank you, Mr. Tan."

Tan Jingwei laughed, pressing his hand and motioning for the two to sit down.

At the same time, outside the revolving glass door of the hotel, Sheng Zhaozhong brought Di Zhen and his party to the door of the hotel. The doorman in charge of valet parking saw that Di Zhen and others were not well-dressed, frowned in embarrassment and was about to go up. Before blocking, Sheng Zhaozhong didn't even look at them, took out two hundred Hong Kong dollars out of his wallet, and threw them on the ground. The doorman suddenly smiled. With the help of the doorman bending over to pick up the money, Sheng Zhaozhong had already entered the restaurant with someone.

In the dining room, Tan Jingwei saw stepping in at a glance. He was looking around the first floor lobby in Sheng Zhao, beckoning him with a bright smile: "Fourth brother, here!"

Sheng Zhaozhong paused, and then led Di Zhen and others to the dining table where Tan Jingwei was sitting.

It was obviously the first time for Di Zhen and his party to come to a place like the Central Hotel. Even though this group of people did not frown on the battlefield, it was the first time they stepped into the upper-class social circle, and their faces looked somewhat restrained. Especially when the Chinese and British guests in suits and shoes around him looked up and down, even Di Zhen seemed a little cautious.

"Brother Zhen, I feel that these ghosts are watching us secretly." One of Di Zhen's brothers looked around and whispered to Di Zhen.

Di Zhen's heart was somewhat deflated. He lived in his thirties, and he had been to the most upscale place in Peking. He had entered and exited with Han Chongshan in a Western restaurant, but he was obviously different from the Central Hotel in front of him. And Yu, not to mention that there are still a group of British ghosts sitting in the hall, all dressed in glamorous clothes, and their eyes are full of jokes.

But at this time, in front of the brothers, Di Zhen had to show his face before, so he had to calm himself down and coughed softly, "What is so great about Guilao? Back then, I saw him a lot when I was playing in Peking with Shan Ge. . Be natural, don’t look around and lose the face of the Chinese."

When everyone came to Tan Jingwei, Sheng Zhaozhong arbitrarily pulled a high chair and sat beside Tan Jingwei. On the other hand, Di Zhen and the others were standing at the table, seeming a little at a loss.

Sheng Zhaozhong's task was to bring these people down from Diaojingling. Now that the task was completed, he didn't even want to talk to Di Zhen and the others. As soon as he sat down, he poured himself a glass of red wine and tasted it slowly.

Tan Jingwei saw Di Zhen and the others bewildered with a chuckle, and turned his face to the side: "Four brother, don't hold the wine glass as soon as you come over. Tell me what are these people called?"

Sheng Zhaozhong put down his wine glass and was about to speak, Di Zhen rushed to introduce himself in front of him.

"Hello, Mr. Tan, my name is Di Zhen. Those who stand behind me are good brothers who were born and died with me." Di Zhen pointed to the brothers behind him. Several remnants of the Kuomintang who came down from Hanging Ling straightened their backs. Make an unsmiling soldier look.

Di Zhen took the initiative to speak, Sheng Zhaozhong was also happy, and he handed Tan Jingwei a teasing look, and continued to hold up the wine glass.

"Brother Zhen, right? Hello, hello!" Sheng Zhaozhong doesn't care about these people, because his task is to bring the other person to him, but Tan Jingwei can't do the same as him. After all, Tan Jingwei has to rely on these people. People disturb the muddy waters of Hong Kong.

Tan Jingwei took the initiative to stretch out his hand, and Di Zhen, who was a little guilty in his heart, saw it, like a drowning man suddenly grabbed a straw, and unconsciously lowered his posture, bowed slightly and shook hands with Tan Jingwei. There is no half of the jealousy on the hanging neck ridge.

"Hello, Mr. Tan, Mr. Shan has told us about the matter. You are not to blame for this incident. It was our brother who was blind that gave Gui Xiuwen a **** to take advantage of it." Di Zhen took the initiative to speak, and looked like two people on Diaojingling: "I am the deputy commander of the battalion next to Brother Shan back then, and the gang behind them are all good brothers who were born and died with Brother Shan. Mr. Tan called us over this time. , Just speak up if you have any orders."

Sheng Zhaozhong lowered his head and cut the steak on the plate. After hearing these words, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, but his eyes were full of helplessness.

When the hero is trapped in Shau Kei Wan, when can he get to Central?

Di Zhen and these people are now in Central, but their arrogance and integrity at Diaojingling in Shau Kei Wan have been smoothed by the extravagant scenes they have never seen before. They were there before seeing Tan Jingwei. Already lost most of the time.

However, Sheng Zhaozhong did not despise Di Zhen because of this. If he put himself in place, perhaps he would also like Di Zhen now. In order to hang the brothers’ families and their future, he had to face the dignitaries in their hearts and could take them to Taiwan. Tan Jingwei, who lived in peace, bowed his knees.

Not being broken for five buckets of rice only exists in history. What's more, this group of soldiers who value their love and righteousness, even if they don't do it for themselves, they have to be considered for the widows of their brothers.

Tan Jingwei seemed to perceive what Shengzhao Center was thinking, and when he glanced at him, both of them saw the bitterness in each other's eyes.

In fact, whether it is Han Chongshan before, or Di Zhen in front of them, they are all respect from the heart. In contrast, like the 14K Ge Zhaohuang, relying on sneaky and slick ways of being in the world, To be in the position of major general of the Kuomintang is more disdain for Tan Jingwei and Sheng Zhaozhong.

From the moment Di Zhen and these people went to Hanging Ningling, they had been regarded as abandoned sons. After the so-called incident, taking them and their families to Taiwan is just a blank check that is difficult to cash.

Taiwan is now rotten to its roots. Even if they two graduated from Whampoa majors, even if they have no blood, they will not have the slightest effect on the overall situation.

"Brother Zhen, don't worry, what the fourth brother said is what I said. As long as this matter is over, I will definitely give you an explanation. The party state will not forget all the heroes." Tan Jingwei raised his head and waited for Di Zhen. The person smiled brightly: "Everyone has worked hard along the way. Let's sit down and eat something together. I'll let someone arrange a place for you later."

Seeing the table full of delicacies and delicacies in front of him, the brothers behind Di Zhen couldn't help swallowing their saliva, and their eyes showed salivation.

Di Zhen's gaze was also attracted by the food on the table. Looking back at the brothers, everyone seemed to be seen through their hearts, showing a sense of slander.

"Thank you Mr. Tan." Di shook his saliva and reached out to grab a roast goose on the table. When everyone behind him saw him doing it, they couldn't bear it. They grabbed the food on the table and began to gobble up.

Outside the restaurant, the night is getting darker.