Han Yao didn't hesitate at all and told the cause of La Ji's death.

After listening to Han Yao's words, Su Wenluo had a headache.

This matter is really difficult to handle.

If one is not good, it will be a fight between the two societies.

Moreover, even if you choose to plant the flag in Tsim Sha Tsui, the one who will be cheaper will still be the idiot who brags about it.

Su Wenluo didn't want to do such a thankless thing.

But the hot chicken's wife and the children were making trouble again, which gave him even more headaches.

After all, a woman just lost her eldest brother, and now a man has died.

"Ajin, ask Uncle Tai to call Jiang Tiansheng in Hongxing and ask if the two societies are going to open a film. If they really want to fight, then everyone will stop doing business!"

"Ma De, this street bastard will not live in peace even if he dies. He embezzled more than one million yuan. How dare he!"

Su Wenluo pressed the cigar in his hand into the ashtray.

"Huang Mao, I will reorganize your game room tomorrow. Mullet will send a truckload of new machines to your place. Throw away the old ones if you need to, and resell them if you can!"

"The mahjong parlors on Kuaifu Street have also been renovated and turned into game arcades. Huang Mao will be left to you to take care of them!"

The people under him, namely Huang Mao, run the game arcade, so he naturally has to take care of the batch of goods he has drawn.

"There are more than 900 machines in this batch, all of which are new machines embargoed by Neon. I spent more than 5 million, and the society will take 40% of the money I make in the future. Do you have any questions?"

What Su Wenluo is thinking about now is to use other things to bring the spicy chicken matter to a close.

After that, I have to take time to meet Jiang Tiansheng.

After all, I just want to do business with peace of mind.

"Amao, go and help collect this debt!"

Su Wenluo threw a file bag to Guili Mao.

This is an account I drew in a lottery. Originally, this account belonged to HSBC, but I spent one million points to extract it from the system.

"This account is a formal account. According to the old rules, you take a 20% commission!"

"Okay, boss!"

Guili Mao opened the file bag and saw at first glance that it was the accounts of a machinery company, with a debt of more than 10 million yuan.

According to the rules, he can take back more than fifteen million.

This is an income of three million.

Sure enough, if you follow the God of Wealth, your luck will be better.

Su Wenluo found trouble for his subordinates one after another.

In this way, the hot chicken thing can be put aside.

"Boss, the hot chick's wife is in your office!"

After the meeting, Han Yao came to Su Wenluo's side.

"Hundan, she still dares to come!"

Su Wenluo is very popular now.

"Brother Luo, the hot chicken died. He died so miserably. How should we live without us orphans and widows!"

After seeing Su Wenluo walk in, A-Zhen held her two-month-old child in her arms and cried loudly.

"Azhen, that's enough. Do you still want me to tell you how the hot chicken died?"

"If you say something nice, you will be beaten to death by the prince!"

"It's terrible to say that he didn't learn his lesson when he stole the society's money from the street. He didn't learn the lesson from Ai Obo's robbery. He's crazy..."

Su Wenluo looked at Azhen, who was holding the child and crying, and his original anger also dissipated.

Although the hot chick deserves to die, her wife and children are innocent.

"Brother Luo, the bad guy deserves to die, but the debt will be wiped out after death. The prince shouldn't come to my house and throw paint on me!"

Azhen said and looked up at Su Wenluo with a helpless expression.

what happened?

Su Wenluo was confused, no one seemed to tell him about this matter.

"Forget it, Azhen, the club will discuss the money with Hong Xing, you go back first!"

Su Wenluo waved his hand and opened the window of the room.

Nowadays, Azhen is still breastfeeding, looking at the child sleeping peacefully and the smell of milk in the room.

Su Wenluo could guess that since he was away just now, A-Zhen should be feeding the child here.

"Brother Luo, now that the hot chick is dead, my eldest brother is also dead, and I don't have a job yet. Are we going to let our orphans and widowed mothers starve to death on the streets?"

Azhen saw that Laji’s debt was settled, so the next step was to seek her own share.

"What do you want?"

Su Wenluo frowned, this woman is too greedy.

What I don’t want is much, 500,000 Hong Kong paper, and a shop that will allow me to raise my children!

Azhen put forward the request she had thought of.

"Five hundred thousand, what are you thinking about?"

"Do you know how much the community settlement fee is now?"

"I tell you, it's fifty thousand!"

"For those who work with me, I will give you more, which is about 100,000!"

"Now you want five hundred thousand, why did the wind blow away my money?"

"Crazy thread..."

After Su Wenluo finished speaking, he ignored her and lit a cigar.

"Brother Luo, you have sacrificed your life and blood for the association these years, but now you are not willing to give 500,000?"

"The 300,000 yuan must be given to a shop!"

Azhen started to bargain.

"At most one hundred thousand, not even a cent more!"

Su Wenluo said, took out one hundred thousand from the drawer and threw it on the table.

Looking at the HK$100,000 paper on the table, Azhen began to hesitate.

"No? If you don't, I'll save a fortune!"

Su Wenluo said, picked up the money and wanted to throw it back into the desk drawer.

"Yes! I want it!"

Azhen jumped forward, trying to grab the 100,000 Hong Kong paper on the table.

However, the next second, a hand held her down.

"You know, some money is not so easy to get!"

Su Wenluo turned around and locked the door of the room.

.....

Two hours later, Su Wenluo tidied his clothes and walked out of the inner room.

"Azhen, the name of the Twelve Golden Hairpins on Bolan Street is indeed well-deserved. Here is 300,000 yuan, and there is also the key to a sneaker shop. You will know about it later!"

Azhen listened to the child's cries after waking up from hunger, but now she had no choice.

"Brother Luo, I know what to do!"

Azhen rested for a while, and after regaining some strength, she took the three cans of milk powder that Su Wenluo had placed on the table and left the room.

It's just that this way of walking...

Su Wenluo didn't speak, when a call came into his office.

"Uncle!"

"okay, I get it."

"Don't worry, uncle, I will definitely be there."

Su Wenluo hung up the phone and rubbed his head.

Damn it, it’s all because of the spicy chicken’s attack on the street.

Otherwise there wouldn't be so many things.

Su Wenluo returned to the room, took a good bath, and then left.

8pm, Peninsula Hotel, Tsim Sha Tsui.

Su Wenluo came here today just for negotiation.

After all, the arena is not about fighting and killing, it is more about human relations and the exchange of interests.

"Ayao, you go back first."

Su Wenluo took Gao Jin out of the car.

Han Yao looked outside through the car window.

At this time, it was not far from the Peninsula Hotel, and several cars were parked there.

He is familiar with these cars.
Chapter completed!