Song Zihao turned around and looked at Song Zijie who was not far away. His whole body was filled with mixed feelings. He pulled off the tawny wool hat on his head and looked at him.
"Ah"
He only felt a dryness in his throat, and the words he opened his mouth were stuck and did not come out.
All the time.
Song Zijie treated his brother, who was engaged in the counterfeit banknote business, as an enemy. Especially because he had caused his father's death due to his own fault, Song Zijie hated himself even more.
He has never seen himself in prison for so long.
He will never call himself brother again.
"elder brother!"
Song Zijie shouted again, opened his hands and rushed towards Song Zihao, hugging him:
"Why, you don't recognize me anymore?!"
"Ajiezai."
Song Zihao had mixed feelings for a moment. He hugged Song Zijie tightly, patted his back with his palms, and let go of him to look up and down:
"You have grown up and matured now."
He looked at Song Zijie quite sadly: "What? Why did you come here?!"
"I'll take you out."
Song Zijie winked at Song Zihao, then lowered his voice and said, "Just listen for a while."
"Ahem!"
Inspector Wu Yusen coughed lightly and cleared his throat to signal Song Zijie to pay attention to the situation.
He raised his legs and stepped forward, stretched out his hand to pull the hem of his suit, and then pushed up the large black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.
In order to maintain his style, he seemed a little busy with many movements at the moment. He cleared his throat again and started to speak:
"Song Zihao, our police have received the clues you provided. After careful consideration by the superiors, we have decided to approve your application."
"ah?"
Song Zihao looked confused. If Song Zijie hadn't told him in advance, Song Zihao would have subconsciously asked:
What are you talking about? What did I apply for? When did I give you clues?!
I haven't been a boss for a long time.
As Inspector Wu finished speaking, the assistant standing next to him took out a document and began to read:
Song Zihao.
soon.
Finish reading the contents of the document.
The assistant handed over the documents to the prison guard, who took Song Zihao down. Song Zijie quickly motioned to his subordinates to send over the custom-made suit he had brought.
Twenty minutes later.
The gate of Daliao Prison.
Song Zihao came out of prison and stood at the gate of the prison, feeling like he couldn't react.
He raised his foot and stepped hard on the ground. Feeling the solid feeling from the sole of his foot, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.
"Um"
The air outside the prison is better than inside the prison, and the air is filled with the breath of freedom.
"call"
Song Zihao hurriedly took two more puffs, looking a little greedy, pointing out that now he just woke up from a dream, and he really came out.
Although it's only temporary.
Suddenly.
His eyes froze and fell on the car parked directly in front of him on the roadside.
Precisely.
A middle-aged man standing next to the car.
Mark Li, wearing a windbreaker, stood beside the car with a cigarette in his mouth and looked at Song Zihao directly in front of him with a smile.
"this"
Song Zihao subconsciously looked at Song Zijie beside him: "Why is Xiao Ma here?"
According to his common sense, his brother's character would definitely not stand with Mark Lee, but Mark Lee was also waiting outside, so it was obvious that they came here together.
He didn't have time to think too much and strode forward.
Mark Li stood there with a cigarette in his mouth, looking at Song Zihao who was walking quickly with a smile.
Song Zihao walked up to Mark Li, reached out and grabbed his arm, and grabbed it hard:
"pony!"
"Brother Hao!"
Mark Li held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at Song Zihao with a smile: "Long time no see, you are still as handsome as before."
"Brat!"
Song Zihao laughed and cursed, raised his hand and hammered him on the chest: "You are still the same as before."
"Hahaha"
The two looked at each other and laughed tacitly.
"OK OK."
Mark Li stopped thinking, turned sideways and gave up half of his body, and motioned to Ji Bu who was standing next to him:
"Brother Hao, let me introduce you to him. This is the person I mentioned in my letter to you before. Abu, you also know him."
"Abu."
Song Zihao's eyes fell on Ji Bu's stretched out hand, and he extended his hand enthusiastically: "Thank you for helping us so much."
Of course he remembered Ji Bu.
then.
The first business deal with the northern Burmese people that I took with Mark Li was completed with the help of Ji Bu.
If it weren't for Ji Bu, the two of them wouldn't have gotten off to a good start and would have been forced to drink urine in the nightclub. They wouldn't have to hang out on the street anymore.
"You're welcome."
Ji Bu nodded slightly and motioned for everyone to get in the car: "Let's go and find a place to eat for Brother Hao to catch up and wash away the dust. Let's talk slowly. It's unlucky to be at the gate of the prison."
"Walk."
Several people got on the car one after another, and the two cars drove out one after the other.
Not long after they left.
In the grass on the side of the road, a man in gray clothes emerged from it. Looking at the taillights of the car disappearing at the end of the road, he took out his mobile phone and called:
"Brother Jian, they came to Daliao Prison today and took someone out. It seems to be Song Zihao, the counterfeit banknote dealer reported in the newspaper before."
"okay, I get it."
Liu Jian responded lightly, then hung up the phone, and then pressed the button again to dial:
"Ali, it's me, Liu Jian."
"oh."
Ali responded calmly: "What's wrong?!"
"fine."
Liu Jian's tone was relaxed and he said unhurriedly: "I'm calling you. I just want to inform you that Ji Bu went to Daliao Prison to pick up Song Zihao today."
"cut"
Ali curled his lips disdainfully and said disapprovingly: "Song Zihao? Who is it? Who is Song Zihao? What if Ji Bu takes him out as a helper?"
"What age is it now? People like Song Zihao have long been eliminated by society. He became a big boss many years ago."
What Ali said is true.
A mere Song Zihao really didn't pose a threat to him, and they were already a thing of the past.
"I forgot to tell you that there were people from the Hong Kong Island Police present too. They all came together."
He thought briefly and made his own guess and judgment: "Song Zihao, who is still serving his sentence, suddenly appeared, and the Hong Kong Island police were also present, so I suspect that it was the Hong Kong Island police who came forward to cooperate with the Wanwan police. .”
"What?!"
Ali's brows suddenly knitted together after hearing this, and his tone sank: "The Hong Kong Island Police and the Wanwan Police are cooperating together for a joint operation?!"
"In my opinion, Ji Bu has changed his strategy."
Liu Jian chuckled and continued to talk about his thoughts: "Not only did he want me to help him set up a game to get rid of you, but for the sake of safety, he also mobilized the police to participate."
"So, I'm calling to remind you that the sooner you make a decision, the better. The police are involved and the situation is very unfavorable to you."
"Without me, Liu Jian, to help you next, let alone dealing with Ji Bu, your shipment will definitely be unsafe. Whether you, Ali, can leave Wanwan completely and safely is even more unknown."
His tone was playful, with a hint of sneer: "I don't know if what I said is alarmist?!"
"..."
Ali fell silent after hearing this, and it took him a while to make a decisive decision: "Okay, then we will cooperate as you said before."
"I will arrange for the team of chefs to fly here today. Once you receive them, make sure there is no problem and start taking action."
"My batch of goods is expected to arrive here in two days. You go and talk to Ji Bu, but I have to arrange for my people to be with you throughout the process."
"It's a small thing."
Liu Jian nodded with satisfaction and laughed: "Look, it's not much better if we have been like this for a long time. We can also save some phone bills. Mobile phones are so expensive and it's hard to make money."
Finished.
He immediately cut off the phone. After hanging up, he kept pointing his fingers and made another call.
Not long after.
The call is connected.
"Hey, Inspector Zhang, it's me, Liu Jian."
Liu Jian lit a cigarette, took a sip and said, "It's okay, I just have something I want to ask you about."
"Have the police recently conducted a joint operation with the Hong Kong Island police? I heard about it. What happened?!"
"You are quite well-informed."
Inspector Zhang's voice rang on the phone, and he laughed: "Yes, this is indeed the case."
"The Hong Kong Island police took Song Zihao out of Daliao Prison and said they were planning to carry out an operation in Wanwan."
"oh?"
Liu Jian squinted his eyes: "Be specific?!"
"Nothing specific."
Inspector Zhang waved his hand and continued: "This is an operation led by the Hong Kong Island Police. Inspector Wu is only responsible for sending Song Zihao to them. Our police are not involved in the operation. It is all done by the Hong Kong Island Police."
"A total of four people from the Hong Kong Island police came. The one who took the lead was Song Zihao's younger brother Song Zijie. I guessed that Song Zijie must have gotten in touch with something and asked the senior management to come forward to talk to the Wanwan police to do something that would benefit Song Zihao.
Gilding reduced his sentence."
"Thirty thousand, touch."
As Inspector Zhang said, he remembered the sound of mahjong being played: "Don't worry, we have nothing to do. If there is any action, I will definitely inform you."
"Okay, okay."
When Liu Jian heard this, he basically understood it, and basically understood it in his heart, so he stopped talking nonsense:
"Then I won't bother you playing mahjong."
"By the way, are Inspector Zhang free tonight? Are you at home? If you are at home, I will have someone come visit you. I have recently made some "local specialties" and I will send you some to try."
"OK."
Inspector Zhang agreed wholeheartedly: "Let's ask the female assistant from last time to come over. I think she is quite good. I like it."
"no problem."
Liu Jian agreed tacitly and then hung up the phone.
"call"
Liu Jian put down the phone and let out a breath, leaned lazily on the sofa, raised his feet and clamped his legs on the coffee table, his eyes flickering.
It will take a long time.
"hehe."
He chuckled and murmured to himself: "Ji Bu is really good at calculating." Then he picked up the phone and dialed the number Ji Bu gave him last time.
"Abu, it's me, Liu Jian."
Liu Jian crossed his legs and swayed leisurely: "Where is it? I've almost finished talking with Ali, let's talk?!"
"Okay."
Ji Bu nodded in response: "That's right. Let's have a drink together in the evening and introduce you to me personally."
"good."
Liu Jian nodded in response: "Just right, then go to my place, it's safe and reliable."
That's it for both parties.
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At night.
In a nightclub on Liu Jian's property.
Ji Bu and others were led by the staff to sit down in the large private room that had been prepared early.
"Brother Jian will come later."
Ma Zai motioned to the waiter to bring in drinks and fruit plates: "Do you need me to find some girls to drink with you?"
"No."
Ji Bu waved his hand and sent Ma Zai away, picked up the foreign wine and poured it on: "Come, let's help Brother Hao wash away the dust."
Everyone raised their glasses and drank together.
This was not the first time that Ji Bu and Song Zihao met. Soon they were drinking together and chatting happily.
Song Zijie, on the other hand, twitched his chin and watched Song Zihao talking about his past experiences with Mark Li, listening with great interest.
Half an hour later.
Liu Jian opened the door and came in with a few horse boys.
"You guys go out."
He waved his hand and motioned to the rest of the people in the private room to wait out, leaving only a few of his core members to accompany him.
Among these people, there were two people from Ali who were unfamiliar faces, so they were not worried about being recognized by Ji Bu and the others.
There are quite a lot of people in the private room.
On Ji Bu's side, there are two brothers, Song Zijie and Song Zihao, plus Mark Li, Wu Ying, Aji, and Luo Tianhong.
There were six people on Liu Jian's side, including himself.
There were many people on both sides, and they sat down in a row in the large private room, each drinking foreign wine.
"Abu."
Liu Jian picked up the glass that Ma Zai had poured, walked through the crowd to Ji Bu and the others, and leaned down:
"Why didn't you introduce the person who introduced you? There are a few more faces this time than last time."
His eyes fell on Song Zihao: "Hey, isn't this Brother Hao? Logically speaking, you should still be in Daliao Prison now."
"hehe."
Ji Bu raised his eyebrows, glanced at Liu Jian, and said with a smile: "Not bad, Brother Hao. It seems that you are quite famous in Wanwan. After being here for so long, Brother Jian still remembers you."
"That's not true."
Liu Jian smiled and shook his head, picked up the cup and took a sip: "Who didn't know that Brother Hao was in the counterfeit banknote business back then? In Wanwan, anyone who was on the street knew that to buy counterfeit banknotes, go to Brother Hao. "
"What? Ask Brother Hao to help you?!"
"hold head high."
Ji Bu nodded, unable to comment: "What? Brother Jian thinks Brother Hao is dying? He thinks he is too old to carry a gun?!"
"Hahaha of course not."
Liu Jian laughed loudly and stepped in through the gap next to Ji Bu: "Your lineup is very strong. I know for sure that we will definitely win Ali this time."
"Let's get down to business."
He didn't waste any time and went straight to the point: "In two days, Ali's batch of goods will arrive in Wanwan. This is a good time for us to take action."