Chapter 390

Yan xiongli was in the box of Meiyin guild hall, turning the gold ring on his finger and looking expressionless at a pair of Western nude female oil paintings hanging in the box, but his mind was thinking about what song TIANYAO gave him.

Lin Xiaokang is now frozen in the freezer and treated as an unnamed corpse. If he were an ordinary poor man, he would have been casually thrown to the rural Yizhuang or buried in the wasteland. It was originally arranged that Lao Fu's brother "accidentally" recognized Lin Xiaokang, and then went to the Lin family to investigate. Shun then asked brother Rong Shuige to identify the murderer, which can only be delayed temporarily, Yan Xiong patted Yin Guotao on the chest and promised to find out the identity of the dead as soon as possible. Finally, he held off temporarily.

Finally, he took the body to the hospital freezer in Mongkok. He arranged his confidants to stare. Before he could catch his breath, Huang Liu came to the door again and asked him to find a way to conflict with he Anle and burn the fire to the United soda factory.

The United soda factory is the business of the Lin family. Yan Xiong naturally knows that not only he knows it, but also other people in the Jianghu know it. No prefix is willing to throw away safe tea and rice and run to make friends with he Anle and the Lin family. Especially when Yan Xiong can't promise enough benefits, even Fu Yixing's Jinya Lei refused.

If it weren't for Huang Liu's hurry, I'd find someone to do it myself if you didn't do it. Yan Xiong wouldn't move to see he Qunying's lame mind.

After all, Fu Yixing is not close to the prefix he, and even some businesses are rivals. Chen Tai under lame Cong and song TIANYAO's distant cousin stand opposite their own group at Saigon wharf. However, in a hurry, Yan Xiong only thinks of lame Cong, because he thinks that if lame Cong is not moved, other Jianghu people will not have the opportunity

Lame Cong was able to take a group of brothers to Myanmar when he was in a desperate situation. He risked his life to negotiate and buy opium from the gun of the Kuomintang's defeated soldiers. He started a small word alone and gradually developed and grew. His courage, ambition and vision are one of the best in the Jianghu.

When he was thinking about how to talk about it with lame Cong, the door of the box had been pushed open from the outside.

"Yan sir, in such a good mood, come to my venue to support?" lame Cong walked in with a smile on his face with a walking stick, followed by the frightening Chen Tai behind him.

Yan Xiong glanced at Chen Tai. Chen Tai nodded faintly to Yan Xiong: "brother Xiong, haven't seen you for a long time."

Since the night of Saigon wharf, Yan Xiong and Chen Tai have not had much contact. Chen Tai's business in Mongkok is to let the following people do some errands. He will not sit down with Yan Xiong to share wine and chat from time to time as before. That night, Chen Tai chose to stand on the side of his prefix son-in-law Lu Le instead of his Yan Xiong's side.

Yan Xiong smiled slightly at Chen Tai, then smiled, came forward, held limp Cong's shoulder, hugged each other, walked towards the table, and said affectionately:

"Brother Cong, Qunying has developed well recently."

"Thanks to Yan Sir's care, my friends in the Jianghu took care of me, a lame man. So last month, Yan Sie opened an opium shop and three small gambling stalls in your Mongkok territory." lame Cong was hugged by Yan Xiong and sat down at the table and said, "Artest, you still took care of Qunying last time when you said something wrong and did something wrong. I'm very grateful."

Although lame Cong said it lightly and said that Chen Tai said the wrong words and did the wrong things, both of them knew that this matter was not as simple as Chen Tai said the wrong words and did the wrong things.

"Ron Artest behaves in Mongkok. Of course, I like Ron Artest. The more people, the better. I don't know how easy it will be for us. Yan Xiong looks at Chen Tai, but says to lame Cong," there's something I want to ask brother Cong for help. "

"Yan Sir needs my help, of course I am duty bound." lame Cong said with a smile without hesitation.

Seeing Yan Xiong still staring at Chen Tai, lame Cong waved his hand: "Artest, go to entertain some officers brought by Yan Sir outside."

"I see, boss." Chen Tai turned and left the box.

Yan Xiong moved his eyes to lame Cong's calm smiling face: "he Anle, the ghost guy of the police force is very dissatisfied with he Anle recently. He Anle opium shop opened recklessly and got photos taken by foreign reporters and published in the newspaper, so I want to find a reason. I take some credit and flatter the ghost guy."

"Yan sir, have you found the wrong person for this kind of thing? Qunying and Anle are fighting at the same door with the prefix of he, and are laughed at by outsiders. Besides, Yan sir, you are Lao Fu's red stick, and you don't need Qunying's help for this kind of thing." when lame Cong heard Yan Xiong finish, the smile lines on his face didn't move, and he still said to Yan Xiong with the appearance of making money with peace.

Yan Xiong was silent for a moment, stretched out his left hand, opened his fingers and motioned in front of lame Cong: "as long as you are willing, I will give this number."

"Although I'm lame and have a hard life, it's only 50000 yuan..." lame Cong's smile became more and more brilliant, and even took some disdain.

"It's 500000." Yan Xiong interrupted lame Cong: "Li Jusheng will hang up. An inspector will fill his position. My boss is going to lift me to the inspector's position, fix he Anle and flatter the ghost guy. The inspector's position should be secure."

Lame Cong took a breath of air conditioning!

Take out 500000 bonus and touch he Anle, not to mention he Qunying, a small word that is barely middle-class now. Even fuyixing, Wuyi youth club, East Guangdong Gang, Hesheng and those big gangs will definitely be excited. It doesn't need so much money to buy a detective's position. Is the flattering price of cha Laoxiong too high?

Lame Cong paused his walking stick: "Yan sir, 500000, don't say my Qunying. Even those big words are scrambled for someone to do it. How can you think of cheap lame me?"

"Because I have to pay the bill afterwards." Yan Xiong said frankly to lame Cong, "among the Jianghu people in Hong Kong, I think of you first if you have the courage to bet on my shop."

Lame Cong rubbed the head of the smooth ball shaped staff with his hand, and put away the smile on his face: "You look up to me too much. Yan sir, the broken gods in hequnying temple are too small to charge you. Hequnying dare not charge you even more. In case you don't admit it afterwards, shall I go to the dispatch hall to collect the money? Today, your consumption with several officers is counted on me. Don't talk about these irregular words."

With that, he got up and prepared to greet the waiter of the guild hall and arrange a banquet. The woman came in to accompany Yan Xiong, and he wanted to leave.

Yan Xiong sat in his position and bit his lips. His face flashed fiercely: "brother Cong, the price..."

"Hey ~" lame Cong turned to interrupt Yan Xiong's words: "he Anle, now Lord ting and more than a dozen hall leaders have gone abroad for vacation. Even if he and Qunying can take the opportunity to make trouble at this time, it's against the rules. When they come back, they'll call other and prefix societies and drive me away."

Yan Xiong tapped the table gently with his fingers: "there are two sides to things. If you go back to Hong Kong with those big guys of Anle, you will naturally have bad luck with Qunying, but have you thought about it? If they can't come back? If you lose the bet, you blame your bad luck. If you win the bet, you will develop. The most important thing is, do you want to bet."

Lame Cong turned his walking stick around flexibly and sat back in front of Yan Xiong: "in fact, I can study it. I have a safer idea."