Chai Jin was on the phone unintentionally, hung up the phone and jumped out of the bus.

Liu Qingwen ran over as soon as he saw Chai Jin: "Brother Jin, what's going on? Let's go find Brother Zhang. The little boy is bullying me!"

Fang Yi also looked a little anxious and a little guilty.

It turns out that the biggest reason why Chai Jin came back in such a hurry was that the wave of people who were chasing Fang Yi in Zhonghai some time ago appeared again.

I have to say, these people still have some real abilities.

Chai Jin didn't say anything, and walked towards the office building holding the mobile phone in his hand.

As soon as I came up, I saw that the door of the office had been splashed with red paint, and there were big words on the wall saying "pay debts and repay debts", which looked very eye-catching and scary.

The glass door was smashed, and the office inside was also smashed to pieces.

Fortunately, the two of us went out to do something during the day, otherwise something would have happened to both of us.

Chai Jin walked around coldly, watching bit by bit.

After a long time, I walked to the window, lit a cigarette, looked out the window at the harbor city opposite, took a puff of my cigarette and went out.

He said with extreme indifference: "Tell me about this person. Since he wants to be our first stepping stone in Shenzhen City, then we will just follow his wishes and step directly into the mud."

Fang Yi whispered behind him the identity of Boss Mo.

He is not from Shenzhen, nor is he of my Chinese descent.

A native of Hong Kong, her parents are from South Vietnam.

His father is not a good person. In his early years, he was a smuggler who roamed the sea, specializing in the smuggling business.

Later, a large force was gathered and landed in the port city.

However, things didn't go so well in the port city. His boss was killed by the regiment when he landed ashore.

So he wandered into the Shenzhen market. In the 1980s, domestic materials were in short supply and the country was still in an uncertain transition period between the planned economy and the market economy.

This person then made a fortune through smuggling and smuggling.

Later, after being dealt with by Shenzhen City several times, he knew that this meal would not last long.

In the late 1980s, the stock market started to become popular, so I started to engage in the stock market, and that's how I met Fang Yi.

It's just that a dog can't change his habit of eating shit. He is still playing in the stock market using the old rules of the world, and everyone keeps away from him.

After hearing this, Chai Jin looked back at Fang Yi: "How do you know such a life-threatening person?"

Fang Yi smiled bitterly: "It was really embarrassing to play stocks at that time. We all took personal money. Who knew I was being stabbed?"

"Brother Jin, I can only rely on you."

Chai Jin pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray: "He is a charlatan, but I am more charlatan than him."

"Call him, arrange a dinner party, and gather all your creditors together to solve them at once."

“Solve it as soon as possible and work with peace of mind.”

Fang Yi nodded.

Then Chai Jin led the two of them out of the office.

More than an hour later, they stood on Xiasha's side of Futian District.

It still looks like a rural area, but in a few years there will be a large number of farmers' houses here.

The scattered peasant families here can become rich with a net worth of hundreds of millions without having to put in any work.

Chai Jin had no intention of paying attention to these.

Entered the teahouse next to an archway here.

It was very inconspicuous, but as soon as they entered, they were stared at.

There was a yellow hair blocking their way: "Who are you looking for?"

Chai Jin smiled: "Please inform Mr. Zhang that the person introduced by Zhang Zhonghai is here to visit. My name is Chai Jin."

Huang Mao looked him up and down for a while, frowning: "Wait."

As he spoke, Huang Mao walked to the side and opened a curtain, and the sound of playing mahjong came from inside.

There was also a particularly rough voice scolding: "I'm going to punch your lungs out. If you are asked to fire off the cannon, just do it!"

"What kind of nine barrels did you shoot? I'll throw it away. I'm so angry."

"You've grown so big that you can't even play mahjong at Zhonghai?"

Another voice snarled: "Master Long, isn't this in Guangzhou..."

"I'm insulting your mother, and you still talk back. Believe it or not, I made you swallow these nine tubes."

"No, Mr. Long, I didn't mean to do it."

…

After Huang Mao walked into the room, there was a quick silence inside.

He said loudly in a rough voice: "I'm going to knock my lungs out of you. Can't you just let him in? He will be my official of the United Nations, and he will make a briefing when we meet him."

"Yes, Mr. Long."

Soon Huang Mao came out.

He tilted his head towards Chai Jin and said, "You can go in, the two of them will stay outside."

"This is the rule."

Chai Jin nodded to the two of them and smiled: "Thank you, brother."

Although Huang Mao seemed difficult to deal with, he was more sincere and said, "Be careful when speaking in front of Mr. Long. The little old man has a rather irritable temper."

Chai Jin smiled and nodded: "Thank you, brother. I'll treat you to tea later."

"No, go on your own. You two can sit wherever you like."

After Huang Mao finished speaking, he returned to the door, put one foot on the table, and took a fruit knife from the side to trim his nails.

Liu Qingwen and Fang Yi also found a place to sit down.

Chai Jin walked in.

When he walked into the mahjong room where he was playing mahjong, he saw three middle-aged men with bruises and swollen faces playing cards with sad faces.

There were four or five people standing upside down against the wall.

Sitting next to him was an old man who looked very rude.

He has thick eyebrows and beard, and looks to be in his sixties. He is also wearing a Tang suit. There is a mobile phone next to him with a long antenna.

His temperament is very similar to Mr. Zhang from Three Kingdoms.

Snap!

Yijiutong slapped it on the table, grabbed the mobile phone, stuck the antenna into his nostril and took it out.

He raised his calm eyelids and looked at Chai Jin: "My brother called me, your name is Chai Jin, right."

Just as Chai Jin was about to speak, a middle-aged man next to him shivered with an 80,000 yuan and carefully placed it on the table.

The old man was angry, and he pinched the elder brother and struck him on the head.

"I'll give you 80,000 yuan! You're a hen, I'll punch you in the lungs, I can't beat you to death!"

The man quickly stood up and knelt on the ground with a bang: "Master Zhang, how about I just give you the money? I really don't know how to play Zhonghai Mahjong."

"I'll knock your lungs out, stand on your side!"

On the contrary, the middle-aged man was relieved and ran to the edge with joy. He put his hands on the ground, swung his legs against the wall, and stood on his head very quickly.

Obviously this isn't the first day I've done this.

Mr. Long looked up at Chai Jin again: "Want to play mahjong in Zhonghai?"

Chai Jin smiled and nodded: "When I was in Zhonghai, I often played with Mr. Zhang and the others, and I knew how to play a little."

"Okay, three are short of one, come to the table and play with me for a while." Mr. Long was very forceful.

Chai Jin nodded and got on the table.

After sitting down, I looked at the people here with bruises and swollen faces.

I asked casually: "What are they?"

While playing mahjong, Mr. Long said: "Those who owe me money, I will give them a thumbs up. How can you young people do this?"

"You must have integrity as a person."
Chapter completed!