Take advantage of the night.

Under cover of the sound of trucks.

Dozens of members of the Flying Tigers quietly gathered around...

Villa halfway up the mountain.

From eating, drinking, having fun, to experiencing foreign countries, Chen Weidong has it all at his fingertips.

Talk freely.

The rich experience opened Zhang Ziqiang's horizons and made him regret that it was too late to meet him.

Zhang Ziqiang was very envious and secretly surprised that these rich people really knew a lot.

In comparison, I feel like a country bumpkin nouveau riche. It seems that I will have to learn more in the future.

The two of them went around in a circle and couldn't help but talk about money.

Zhang Ziqiang's hands were itchy and he couldn't help but excitedly invited: "Brother Chen, after this matter is over, are you interested in going to Macau with me to play some games?"

"Gambling for money? I'm not interested. It's too slow to make money."

Chen Weidong peeled a banana, took a bite, shook his head and said.

In his opinion, the games on the gambling table are nothing compared to the battles in the financial market.

Whether it is the psychological tension and excitement or the return on money, they are far inferior.

What's more, in this golden age, there are countless profitable industries that can make money faster than gambling.

As long as you choose the right industry, getting rich quickly is not a problem.

Why bother being a fat sheep at the card table?

In history, after Zhang Ziqiang successfully obtained one billion, Lin Jiacheng once persuaded him to do some serious business.

However, Zhang Ziqiang did not take it seriously, even disdainfully, and instead took the money and went to Macau.

Naturally, the result was a total loss.

Not only that, but he also offended a certain big shot in Xiangjiang at that time, laying hidden dangers for subsequent arrests.

When Zhang Ziqiang saw Chen Weidong's appearance, he obviously had a better way to make a fortune. He suddenly felt itchy and wanted to ask what happened, but he heard a few electronic sounds suddenly coming...

Didi...

Didi didi....

As the sound continued, Zhang Ziqiang's expression changed slightly, and he just stared at Chen Weidong quietly.

The atmosphere in the living room also became more solid.

Chen Weidong touched his pocket, took out an old-fashioned mobile phone, smiled awkwardly at Zhang Ziqiang, and said:

"Brother Qiang, I'm sorry, it's my third uncle who called."

After saying it, he didn’t shy away from it either.

Pull out the antenna directly and turn on the hands-free.

Uncle San's voice immediately came from the phone.

"Hey, Ah Wei, have you borrowed the money?"

"Not yet, but I think it will be soon. What about you?"

"Haha, I've already borrowed it, everything goes well."

"Okay, I'll come over later."

...

After hanging up the phone, Chen Weidong breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Uncle San has succeeded.

Zhou Xingcheng is a well-known sharpshooter in the province, Hong Kong and Macao. With him leading the team, it is not easy to deal with a few petty thieves.

I only chose him considering the success rate.

Success depends on people, and planning depends on heaven.

If all this fails, Chen Weidong will have no choice but to admit defeat.

Think of this.

Chen Weidong did not write any ink, swept away his previous cynicism, stood up and said loudly:

"Brother Qiang, my third uncle has borrowed the money, and I'm ready to leave."

"Ah? So fast?"

Zhang Ziqiang felt a little regretful that he had finally met someone with whom he had similar odors and wanted to continue chatting, but he didn't expect the other person to say he was leaving so soon.

"Well, yes, good luck to you too."

Chen Weidong smiled.

The purpose of this trip has been achieved, so there is no need for him to stay here any longer.

After saying a few polite words, he left the villa without any hesitation.

This crisp and neat look made Zhang Ziqiang hesitate to speak.

In the end, he was not forced to keep him.

In the living room.

Several night lights emitted a dim fluorescent glow.

Zhang Ziqiang was lying on the sofa, thinking about it, and he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't place it for a while.

Thinking of Chen Weidong's hurried appearance before leaving, a bad premonition suddenly emerged in his heart.

He stood up suddenly, stood in the living room and shouted:

"anyone there?"

"Butler? Is Mr. Lin here?"

...

The entire villa was eerily quiet, with no one responding, and only the dim lights telling the depth of the night.

Zhang Ziqiang's expression changed drastically, and he hurried upstairs and searched all the rooms, only to find that they were all empty.

He hurriedly took out his mobile phone and dialed a number...

"Sorry, the number you dialed cannot be connected at the moment, please call again later..."

A moment.

Zhang Ziqiang was so frightened that cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Without any time to think about it, he quickly rushed out of the door.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Before Zhang Ziqiang could run far away, two sniper bullets were fired at his feet.

Stop hastily.

More than a dozen bright lights swept over him instantly, illuminating the area he was in like daylight.

"Put your hands up right now, or you'll be shot!"

"Don't act rashly!"

...

Dozens of police cars, hundreds of police officers, including reporters and paparazzi from all over Hong Kong, all came after receiving the news.

It's shocking news, who doesn't want to get some attention? Or, show your face?

From now on, when you go out and brag with others, it will be a kind of capital.

Zhang Ziqiang hurriedly looked around and found that he was surrounded by water. He cursed angrily:

"Damn, these rich people are really insidious, they don't have any integrity in their mouths, they are all tricks..."

Seeing that there was no possibility of escape, Zhang Ziqiang had no choice but to raise his hands...

You mean detonating a bomb?

Haha, you can only blow yourself up.

...

Two o'clock in the morning.

Lin Jiacheng finally led the convoy back to the villa halfway up the mountain.
To be continued...