"Second brother, I don't want to study anymore after finishing Form 5." Zhu Wanfang got out of the quilt, leaned into Li Er's arms, and whispered.
Li Er frowned and looked at Zhu Wanfang: "Why?"
Zhu Wanfang's eyes evaded: "There's no reason, I just don't want to study. I think those seniors want to go out and do things after studying. I can do things now too."
"How can it be the same?" Li Er said with a smile. Although he didn't pay attention to his studies and didn't go to college for several years, this process of experience was very precious.
"Is it because of money issues?" Li Er asked.
According to Li Er's understanding, the registration fee for college in Hong Kong is a huge expense, and Li Shan spent a lot of money on Li Yi. Zhu Wanfang is a daughter, and her parents are really unlikely to be willing to continue spending money to support her in college.
Zhu Wanfang shook her head: "No!"
Li Er rubbed Zhu Wanfang's hair: "Don't worry about the registration fee, my second brother has it!"
"Second brother, I don't want your money." Zhu Wanfang said softly.
"Huh——?" Li Er glared at Zhu Wanfang.
Zhu Wanfang quickly lowered her head, not daring to say a word.
"Second brother, I saw that there was a recruitment notice for finance in the tea restaurant, and the salary for a finance person was two thousand yuan." After a long time, Zhu Wanfang said hesitantly: "I often see Brother Shan's accounting.
It's very simple. I can do it myself, so I don't need to spend so much money on hiring someone."
"Uh——!" Li Er looked at the shy Zhu Wanfang in a funny way: "Just for the monthly salary of two thousand yuan, you don't want to study?"
Zhu Wanfang glanced at Li Er carefully: "I asked the seniors who went to college and found that their salary after graduation was only more than 1,000 yuan when they worked in the company."
Li Er nodded. Apart from being more relaxed and decent working in the company, the salary is not necessarily high.
"Your mother told you about not going to school and working!" Li Er suddenly thought that Zhu Wanfang was not a girl who loved money very much.
Zhu Wanfang nodded sheepishly.
Zhu Wanfang’s mother knew that Zhu Wanfang had a good relationship with Li Shiya and Li Er. As long as Zhu Wanfang asked to apply for the finance job, she would most likely be accepted. The job was close to home and easy, and it also included three meals a day. It was better than those white-collar office workers.
Even stronger.
Li Er kissed Zhu Wanfang's forehead angrily.
"Don't worry about money. Study hard. When you finish studying, my second brother won't be able to arrange a good job for you. I trust my second brother."
"Of course I believe second brother!" Zhu Wanfang said quickly.
She said it was true that she paid attention to the financial affairs of the tea restaurant. The little girl was thinking that her brothers would have to settle the accounts. Li Er had a share in the tea restaurant, but Li Er never asked about the accounts of the tea restaurant. She had the responsibility to help him.
Brother Shan is staring at the counting book, at least he can't let Brother Shan blatantly make false accounts.
Therefore, Zhu Wanfang knew the monthly turnover of Li Ji Tea Restaurant. She secretly estimated that by the time she graduates from college, her second brother will really be a millionaire.
"Second brother, you're hard again." Zhu Wanfang felt something pressing against her calf and said with a blush.
Li Er smiled awkwardly.
"Second brother, do you want more?" Zhu Wanfang looked at Li Er intently.
"Press--!"
Zhu Wanfang got into the quilt again.
"Suck--!" Li Er sighed deeply, feeling so happy that his scalp went numb.
On the other side, Zhou Xingxing was lying on the wall of a villa building. This guy also sighed. He was bitten by mosquitoes and was miserable. Zhou Xingxing had been following George all the way since school. He was caught in Wang Xiaogui's cliché.
, and learned that George had a dirty history of stealing. It was said that George had once stolen the principal's valuable pen, and was very courageous. Zhou Xingxing felt that George and Johnny were very suspicious.
Zhou Xingxing raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was almost twelve o'clock. Why didn't this Yan family shovel go to bed? Zhou Xingxing couldn't help it, so he climbed over the wall and entered George's house.
The first floor of the villa is the living room and dining room, as well as a utility room. Zhou Xingxing feels that if George really stole the police gun, it is unlikely that it would be placed in the living room and utility room on the first floor. It would most likely be hidden there.
In George's room.
Zhou Xingxing tiptoed toward the second floor. He had just entered the corridor on the second floor when he heard a faint snapping sound mixed with a woman's moans.
This seemed to be the room of Chen George's parents. Zhou Xingxing walked over on tiptoes and put his ear against the door. It was so damn unlucky that two orioles were singing about the green willows, but I was still eating myself.
Zhou Xingxing looked towards George's room with an unlucky look on his face. He had already locked the location of George's room outside the villa. The light in George's room was still on because Zhou Xingxing saw the light at the crack of the door.
Zhou Xingxing took out a mask from his pocket and put it on. He gently turned the door lock of George's room. George, the little bastard, didn't lock the door. Zhou Xingxing pushed open a crack in the door. George was sitting with his back to Zhou Xingxing.
Playing games on the chair, Zhou Xingxing was so angry that his teeth itched because this little bastard caused himself to be bitten by mosquitoes all over his body.
Zhou Xingxing raised a hand knife and flashed into the room. This guy was certainly not a guy who played his cards according to routines. When Chen George was having fun, his vision suddenly went dark and he fainted. Zhou Xingxing immediately started to rummage through the boxes and cabinets to search.
Huang Bingyao’s missing gun.
After a period of exertion, Zhou Xingxing was panting from exhaustion. Huang Bingyao's missing gun had fallen into Lai Dafei's hands. Of course, Zhou Xingxing could not find it in George's room.
However, Zhou Xingxing was not without gains. George had a habit of keeping accounts. George recorded the amount of protection money he collected from his students in a book. Almost all students in Edinburgh came from wealthy families. Zhou Xingxing did some rough calculations.
, these amounts add up to 40,000 to 50,000 yuan, which is definitely enough to open a criminal file.
At the back of the book were some debts, and Zhou Xingxing saw one of them, 'On June 6, Brother Da Fei owed a pistol, and the cost was one thousand yuan.'
Zhou Xingxing's eyes widened. June 6th was the day after Huang Bingyao lost his gun. The dates matched. This gun was almost exactly Huang Bingyao's.
Zhou Xingxing put his account book into his pocket and began to retreat.
At the same time, Lai Dafei was meeting with Zhang Zihao.
"Boss, let me introduce to you, this is Zhang Zihao, Brother Hao, and this is Jixiong, Brother Xiong!" Lai Dafei's subordinate Changmao introduced with a smile: "Two big guys, this is mine.
Boss, Brother Da Fei."
"Hello! I've been seeing you for a long time!" Lai Dafei stretched out his hand and said with a smile. He had no choice but to sell his goods to cash in. These days, whoever has the money is the boss.
"Hello, Brother Da Fei! I heard from Ji Xiong that you have some hard goods?" Zhang Zihao asked Lai Da Fei to sit down in a very graceful manner.
Lai Dafei smiled, waved his hand cheerfully and said, "Yes, as long as the money is in place, I have plenty of goods."
Zhang Zihao was even more cheerful: "Very good, as long as the goods are good enough and I have plenty of money, have you brought a copy?"
Lai Dafei snapped his fingers.
Changmao opened the badminton bag he was carrying, took out a dark AK47 from the bag, and then took out a box of bullets and put them on the table.
Zhang Zihao picked up the gun body of the AK47 and rubbed it, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became wider and wider.
"How much does one cost?" Zhang Zihao asked straight to the point.
Lai Dafei held out five fingers: "Fifty thousand, for every bullet you buy, I will give you a box of bullets for free."
"Hey, do you think we don't know the goods? The international market price of AK is 30,000." Ji Xiong immediately retorted.
Lai Dafei waved his hand and explained: "This is Hong Kong Island. Of course we can't follow the prices in the Middle East. How much risk do I have to take to bring the goods in? If you don't believe me, go to the black market and ask. Other people's quotes are in the five-digit range."
Between 50,000 and 60,000, if I don’t trade with you without a guarantor, I do it for Brother Hao’s sake.”
Lai Dafei is in urgent need of money now, and he flatters him very hard.
Zhang Zihao angrily took out one hundred thousand yuan and threw it on the table.
"You can buy this one for 50,000 yuan, and use the remaining 50,000 yuan as a deposit. How many goods do you have in total?"
"Fifty!" Lai Dafei raised his hand excitedly and said.
Zhang Zihao finally changed his expression and turned to look at Ji Xiong.
'There are so many guns?'
Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station.
Zhou Xingxing walked into the police station management with an air of dignity early in the morning, his head raised at a 45-degree angle.
