Brother Chen was murmuring in his heart, but he would not continue to dwell on this issue stupidly:
"For now, it's good that the three Yue Nanzi brothers are settled. One good thing after another."
There was a pause.
He added something meaningful: "Then again, let's talk about it. Brother Kun's products are indeed well-deserved, and the purity is really high."
"hehe."
How could Ji Bu not understand what he meant? He nodded: "Then wait until you have digested this batch of goods. Let us know when you need the goods."
"Boss Ji, have fun."
Brother Chen immediately responded with a smile. The goal had been achieved. The two briefly chatted for a few words and then hung up the phone.
"Fly."
Ji Bu hung up the phone and looked up outside the room: "Aji."
"Boss."
Wu Ying and Ah Ji were smoking at the door. After hearing Ji Bu's words, the two dropped their cigarette butts and came in immediately: "Boss, did you call us?"
Aji remained silent for ten thousand years, looking at Ji Bu without saying anything.
"It's work."
Ji Bu nodded and glanced at Wu Ying and Aji: "The three Yue Nan brothers have gone to the streets, and there will be no more Yue Nan gang in the future."
"Their territory cannot be taken care of by Four Eyes alone. You should take some people to occupy the place first."
Once Yue Nanzai dies, their territory will naturally become vacant, so it's better to devour them as soon as possible.
"OK."
Wuying immediately nodded in response: "I was just telling Aji that we have all been idle for a long time and haven't done anything. We have enough time."
"Go ahead."
Ji Bu waved his hand and sent the two of them away.
at the moment.
Yue Nanzai has been eliminated and Brother Shan is dead, so Lin Kun is the only one left with his main mission.
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At the same time.
Henglian Financial Group.
Tan Cheng drove out of the basement and happened to see Mark Li, who was limping back from outside, walking towards the underground garage.
He immediately signaled the driver to stop, rolled down the window and looked out: "Hey, isn't this Brother Ma?"
"Become the boss."
Mark Li glanced at Tan Cheng, then lowered his head slightly: "Hello, Boss Cheng."
After Yue Nan's affairs were settled, Mark Li flew back and unexpectedly met Tan Cheng who was about to go out.
"Well, the attitude is good."
Tan Cheng glanced sideways at Mark Li, curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Where have you been these past few days? He disappeared without saying a word."
"Sorry to be the boss."
Mark Li gritted his teeth and said in a calm tone: "I went out for a walk these days to do something, and I'm back."
"You said you are running around with a limp every day. Why are you running around? A lame person must have the consciousness of a lame person, do you understand?"
Tan Cheng snorted coldly and scolded unceremoniously: "I fucking thought your other leg was crippled by someone else."
"There has been no news for so many days. Even if it is a dog, it knows to say hello to its owner before disappearing."
"..."
Mark Li took a deep breath, licked his lips and said nothing.
"Okay, let's get down."
Tan Cheng waved his hand impatiently: "Damn it, if it weren't for Brother Hao's sake that I would take you in, you are a cripple, otherwise I would have told you to get out of here."
"drive."
He rolled up the window and motioned to the driver to drive.
Mark Li gritted his teeth, looked at the car leaving with an expressionless expression, and walked into the warehouse in the underground garage without saying a word.
According to his agreement with Ji Bu, Ji Bu would help him deal with Tan Cheng after dealing with Yue Nanzai. The reason why he came back was to wait for the old accounts and the new accounts to be settled together.
This way.
Tan Cheng took a car to the Junli Hotel, took the elevator to the suite upstairs, sat on the sofa and waited for a while.
It didn't take long.
There was a rhythmic knocking on the door of the suite.
After hearing the knock on the door, the fierce Dasha subconsciously looked at Tan Cheng, looked at him, walked to the door and put his palm on the door handle:
"Who?"
"A visitor from northern Myanmar."
outside the door.
A strong voice sounded.
Dasha then pressed the door handle, first looked at the middle-aged man standing at the door, and half-opened the door to let them in.
He looked outside again, and then closed the door after confirming that it was safe.
Tan Cheng's horseman looked at the group of five people who walked in, and looked at them in a fan-shaped manner, taking precautions.
There were six people in the group, and the one walking at the front was the long-haired Eight-faced Buddha. His whole body was very relaxed.
Beside him is Mianna, who is of mixed race and has a delicate face.
Behind them.
The four bodyguards who followed him were dressed in black suits and looked very imposing.
"No rudeness."
Tan Cheng glanced at the Eight-faced Buddha who was walking at the front, scolded his subordinate Ma Zai softly, stood up from his seat, and greeted him with a smile:
"I've heard of the fame of the Eight-faced Buddha a long time ago, but I didn't expect to see him in person today. It's really extraordinary."
"Ha ha."
The Eight-faced Buddha raised his head and laughed, seemingly in a good mood: "Brother Cheng is also as I expected."
"Hahaha"
Tan Cheng also laughed, stretched out his hand to signal the Eight-faced Buddha to sit down, and his eyes fell on Mian Na beside him, and his eyes stayed for a second:
"Who is this?"
"Mina."
The Eight-faced Buddha sat on the sofa and opened his arms. Minna sat down next to him and leaned on his arm obediently: "My daughter."
"Haha, not bad, not bad."
Tan Cheng nodded, took out his cigar, and exchanged simple greetings with the Eight-faced Buddha.
"Become the boss."
The Eight-faced Buddha picked up the cigar cutter, inserted the cigar and pressed it down hard. The sharp blade cut the cigar neatly:
"I heard that you are in the flour business now. How is the market going?"
"It's not easy to do."
Tan Cheng shook his head, spread his hands and said: "The supply of goods is now in short supply and the price has been rising. I have no choice but to buy at a high price and sell at a high price."
"It's okay to buy expensive and sell expensive. It's a good way."
The Eight-faced Buddha raised his eyebrows and glanced at Tan Cheng, then took out a lighter and lit the cigar: "Plus, your counterfeit money business is booming, it's really great."
"The counterfeit money business is okay."
Tan Cheng's words revealed a strong sense of confidence, without any humility at all, and were extremely tough:
"It is definitely in a monopoly position in Southeast Asia."
Indeed, Tan Cheng is qualified to speak like this.
At present, the U.S. dollars they produce have the taste of original U.S. dollars. They are very popular in the counterfeit banknote market, with few competitors and a very stable customer base.
"But."
Tan Cheng spread his hands and said: "Who in this world would be dissatisfied with having too much money? Do you think this is the truth? If you don't make money even though you have money, then it's not crazy."
"Hahaha"
The Eight-faced Buddha laughed when he heard this and nodded in agreement.
"No, I tried it on the road a while ago. Selling flour is the way to make money quickly, and it is a long-term business."
Tan Cheng seemed to have discovered a new business opportunity, and he talked eloquently: "As long as I get involved, I can extract money from these street people until they die, and eat them for the rest of their lives, until they die."
There was a strong look of greed in his eyes: "This business is just like us making counterfeit money. It's just printing money, and it's printing in a steady stream."
"Ha ha."
The Eight-faced Buddha nodded with a smile: "It seems that Boss Cheng has already understood it deeply."
"That's natural."
Tan Cheng leaned forward and went directly to the topic: "If I didn't have any ideas, I wouldn't come to meet you today."
Not long ago.
The Eight-faced Buddha contacted Tan Cheng and discussed this issue with him.
Tan Cheng had been in the flour business recently, and it was expensive to buy and sell. After learning about the information about the Eight-faced Buddha, he naturally became interested in in-depth exchanges.
Furthermore.
This is not the first time they have cooperated. They had bought a batch of counterfeit banknotes in Henglian earlier, but the eldest brother at that time was Song Zihao.
then.
The two parties agreed to meet.
"Okay, let's talk."
The Eight-faced Buddha glanced at Tan Cheng, took a puff of his cigar and said, "Boss Cheng, I lack a market on Hong Kong Island, and you lack a supply of goods. If we can cooperate, we can happily make money."
He first laid the groundwork briefly, and then stated his request: "I won't talk to you in roundabout ways, let's be straightforward."
"I am responsible for providing you with stable supply. I will not enter the Hong Kong Island market to grab territory. The price will be calculated as 10% lower than the normal market price."
Tan Cheng smoked a cigarette and listened to the Eight-faced Buddha's words. He nodded and continued to listen.
"However, Lin Kun is already doing it in the Hong Kong Island market. We are all enemies in the same industry. In addition, Lin Kun and I have a little conflict."
The Eight-faced Buddha paused for a moment, put his elbows on the table and looked at Tan Cheng: "I hope you can help me solve this trouble Lin Kun."
Lin Kun is different from the Eight-faced Buddha. There are very obvious essential differences between the two.
Eight-faced Buddha needs to occupy the supply market on Hong Kong Island, but Lin Kun is different. Lin Kun has always liked to do it himself, rule his own territory, and supply goods incidentally.
His business in Kaohsiung City is the best example. Ah Jian is now in charge of that area.
"Lin Kun?"
Tan Cheng recalled it in his mind, and he seemed to have some impression that the goods he bought and sold at high prices seemed to come from Lin Kun's next family:
"Lin Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui? Ocean Accounting Company?!"
"That's him."
After the Eight-faced Buddha mentioned Lin Kun, his expression became obviously colder: "It would be best if Boss Cheng knew about him, what do you think?"
"Haha, I must be fine."
Tan Cheng smiled and nodded, playing with the lighter in his hand: "But, we have still discussed the price. Isn't the price a bit high?"
He raised his eyebrows and looked at the Eight-faced Buddha: "According to my own understanding, the reason why you came to Hong Kong Island this time is probably not just to discuss business with me."
"In other words, your coming here to discuss business with me this time is just a matter of chance. Your real purpose is Lin Kun."
"Lin Kun killed your son Miancha at the Tsim Sha Tsui pier. You came here for revenge. Your main force is in northern Myanmar and you have no one."
"Discussing business with me is only secondary. You want me to be your gunman and help you deal with Lin Kun's trouble, right?"
"hehe."
The Eight-faced Buddha was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then did not deny it: "It seems that Boss Cheng is quite well informed."
"That's right."
Tan Cheng looked at the Eight-faced Buddha with a smile: "You and Lin Kun are mortal enemies, but I, Tan Cheng, are different. I have the right to choose. I can choose to cooperate with you or Lin Kun."
"In that case, why should I, Tan Cheng, be used as a gun for you to fight against Lin Kun?!"
He leaned forward and looked directly at the Eight-faced Buddha: "In other words, I can press your Eight-faced Buddha here now."
"You said, if I take your Eight-faced Buddha to discuss business matters with Lin Kun, will you become my stepping stone, and the situation between Lin Kun and I will open up? Isn't this the truth?
?!"
As soon as Tan Cheng's words came out.
immediately.
The four boys who were originally standing scattered behind the Eight-faced Buddha immediately touched the waist.
same.
Dasha and the rest of the gang also reached out and touched his waist.
The two groups were instantly at war with each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.