Wuying stretched out his hand and directly opened Tony's hand on his shoulder, but his tone of voice was obviously weaker.
"snort."
Tony snorted coldly and looked up and down at Wu Fei: "Don't think that by following Ji Bu, you will become more powerful because you have a few more scenes in your hands."
"It's such a big place, and it's just you two losers. If you can't take care of it carefully, it will embarrass Ji Bu. Then it will be a big shame."
He turned to look at the gambling stall owner beside him: "Boss, I advise you to leave a receipt for every transaction in the future when you hand over the numbers."
"If any bad guy gets caught in the middle, no one will be able to tell."
"Hahaha"
After Tony finished speaking, he threw his head back and laughed and went out.
"I'll attack your mother."
Wuying had a gloomy face, looked at Tony's leaving figure, gritted his teeth and said no more.
"Brother Wuye."
The gambling stall boss glanced at Wu Fei, smiled and took out the banknotes he had prepared earlier and handed them to him:
"This is the number given to me this month, please click it."
"Um."
Wu Fei started counting points with a deadpan expression.
"This is for you."
The gambling stall owner once again took out a piece of profit and handed it to Wu Fei: "We will have a happy cooperation from now on."
"rest assured."
Wuying felt the thickness of the red chips, waved his hand and said: "As long as I, Wuying, am here, your gambling position will ensure that nothing will happen to you."
Finished.
He collected the money and prepared to leave.
"Eh."
But the gambling stall owner stopped him from behind: "Wait a minute, Brother Wuying."
"What?"
"This is the receipt. Please sign and fingerprint it."
The gambling stall owner wrote the details of the payment on the receipt, tore it off and handed it to Wuying. He handed it in front of Wuying and brought a red ink pad box over.
"Hello."
Wuying's face dropped, he looked at the paper, pen and ink pad in front of him, and said in a very unhappy tone: "What are you doing? Are you looking down on me, Wuying?"
As soon as Tony left, the gambling stall boss actually did as he said. Isn't this a naked humiliation of himself?
"No."
The gambling stall owner's expression remained unchanged, and he said with a smile: "Isn't this the first time we have cooperated? It's just a matter of process."
"Give me some face and don't make it difficult for me."
"you!"
Wuying's face was livid, he gritted his teeth and endured it, signed his name and fingerprints, threw the receipt to the boss, and left with a cold face.
"Eh"
The gambling stall owner put away the receipt and looked at Wu Fei who had gone out: "Okay, I have some to play with."
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Three days later.
Accounting company conference room.
Duan Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui opened the door and walked in. His white-gray hair was very conspicuous.
His eyes met Ji Bu's, then he walked to the front and glanced at Hua Tsai and Tony sitting below:
"It's like this. You should all know about the big bosses in those casinos sandwiched between our commercial streets, right?"
"I talked to them many times when Liangkun was here, but the conversation never came to an end."
"Now, Brother Kun has spoken. This big boss must be taken down. Abu, can you arrange the people in your hands?"
Da Lao Ji's casino is right in the middle of their territory. Let's not talk about the profits in the middle. This geographical location alone must be fought over.
"Um."
Ji Bu thought briefly, looked at Tony, and ordered:
"Tony, you have the most people, Hua Tsai doesn't have anyone, and there are a lot of things going on lately. It's up to you to handle the boss's affairs."
"No no no!"
Tony immediately stood up from his seat with a smile on his face: "Boss, I can't do this."
He shook his head repeatedly and repeated: "It can't be done, it can't be done."
"Can't figure it out?"
Ji Bu narrowed his eyes and looked at Tony with a bit of coldness in his eyes.
"When Liangkun was in charge of the company in the past, he couldn't handle the boss's affairs."
Tony asked rationally: "Boss, if you ask me to go now, I will definitely not be able to handle it. Is it possible that my ability is still better than Brother Kun?"
Speaking of which.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he sneered: "Besides, Hua Zai has no one in his hands, and I don't have anyone in my hands now either."
"You gave half of my space to Hua Zai. Without my space and the people under my control, I will naturally be disbanded."
"So, I can't handle the matter of Big Brother Ji. If you think whoever can handle it, just let him go."
Finished.
Tony spread his hands, showing a regretful expression, and sat directly on the seat with his legs crossed, looking carefree.
His attitude is very obvious:
You have withdrawn the situation from my hands, and now you want me to escape. This is impossible.
"hehe."
Duan Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui glanced at Tony, then at Ji Bu, the corner of his mouth was slightly raised, but he said nothing.
Of course he knew what was going on, but it had nothing to do with him.
"Abu."
Duan Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui shook off his bangs that had fallen off his forehead: "Brother Kun said, I'll give you a week."
"In one week, he will see that this area is all Brother Kun's banner and nothing else."
"Um."
Ji Bu nodded.
"That's okay."
Duan Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui waved his hand and said, "The words have been brought to you, so I'll leave first."
As he left, the office fell into a brief silence.
"Tony!"
Andy stood up, looked at Tony eagerly, and asked, "If you don't do this, who will?"
"When you get money every month, you are in front of me, but now you have to run away again when you need to do something?"
"Haha, I didn't run away."
Tony glanced sideways at Hua Zai, turned sideways and shook his legs: "There is no one under my hand now."
He then lowered his tone and said: "You're fine now. There are so many places under your control. Hurry up and organize them. Get more handsome guys to pull up the team."
"You have just divided the scene. The time has come to show your ability. This matter must be done by you."
His eyes fell on Ji Bu: "Boss, do you think what I said makes sense?!"
Ji Bu sat expressionlessly on his seat, smoking a cigarette and making no statement.
"Of course."
Tony licked his dry lips and looked at Ji Bu with squinted eyes: "It's okay if you want me to contribute to this matter. The boss will approve some funds for me."
"Maybe for the sake of the money, I can still go out and do something with the pretty guy in my hand."
"hehe."
Ji Bu flicked the cigarette held between his fingers: "Funding? How much do you want?"
"No more, no less."
Tony held out a finger: "One hundred thousand mosquitoes is enough."
"Ah, I understand."
Ji Bu stood up from his seat with the same expression as before, took off his coat, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and walked towards Tony:
"Brother Tony, what you're saying is that without money, even if I'm the talker, I can't command you, right?"
"I wouldn't dare."
Tony shook his head with disdain: "You are the boss, of course you have the final say."
He looked at Ji Bu walking towards him and kept saying:
"But there's no other way. You need money to do anything. Without money, I can't command the handsome guys under me. Don't you think so?"
"I'll attack your mother!"
Ji Bu suddenly picked up the ashtray on the table, grabbed Tony's hair with his left hand and pushed his head down on the table.
"Bang!"
The hard ashtray hit Tony's head, and blood immediately splattered out.
Blood beads splashed on Ji Bu's white shirt, just like wintersweet blooming in the cold winter.
"banknote?"
“You can’t call a handsome guy if you don’t have money?!”
Ji Buleng stared at Tony and waved the ashtray in his hand expressionlessly.
“Bang bang bang”
The dull sound was accompanied by blood splattering on the ground, and the entire office fell silent for an instant.
Hua Zai looked at Ji Bu waving the ashtray, his eyelids twitching following his movements.
It took a while.
Ji Bu stopped, threw the blood-stained ashtray aside, and took out a tissue to wipe the blood on his hands: