As a few people left, the originally noisy scene gradually returned to calm, and the nightclub returned to normal.
Similar to causing trouble in a nightclub, it is not too common and no one pays much attention to it.
"Clean this place up."
Ji Bu waved his hand and gave instructions to the person in charge of the nightclub. The person in charge nodded quickly and arranged for someone to deal with it.
"Thank you, Boss Ji."
Song Zihao pulled Mark Li to his feet and thanked him sincerely: "If it hadn't been for your help just now, we would have been on the street."
Mark Li's face didn't look very good. It seemed like it was the first time he had experienced this kind of thing. His mentality had not yet calmed down, and he looked like he was still frightened.
"no need to thank me."
Ji Bu raised his eyes and nodded lightly: "I protect this place, so naturally I can't watch them causing trouble here."
"Thanks."
Song Zihao thanked him again, and then took Mark Li to leave.
"Wait a moment."
But Ji Bu called out to the two people who were about to leave, turned around and walked towards the private room inside: "I have something to talk to you about."
Song Zihao couldn't help but stop, looked at Ji Bu who was already walking towards the private room, reached out and patted Mark Li on the shoulder to tell him not to be nervous, and followed him in.
"sit."
Ji Bu sat relaxed on the sofa, leaning against the back of the sofa and smoking a cigarette.
"Boss Ji."
After Song Zihao came in, he sat down opposite Ji Bu: "I don't know what Boss Ji wants to talk to me about."
"Where are these people coming from tonight?"
Ji Bu did not argue with Song Zihao, but went straight to the point:
"According to my guess, did they come from northern Myanmar? Why are you and them together?!"
As early as half an hour ago.
Ji Bu was drinking with his group of pretty boys inside, and when he came out to use the restroom, he passed by this booth.
"Forehead"
Song Zihao was a little confused by Ji Bu's series of questions. After a short pause, he pretended to smile casually:
"It's nothing. I just have a normal relationship with them. We know each other, we've met them, but we're not very familiar with them. I met them here tonight and sat down."
"It's just that Xiao Ma is ignorant and said the wrong thing, which offended the supervisor, so there was a stalemate. It's that simple."
"Did you offend them by saying the wrong thing?"
Ji Bu took a deep breath from the cigarette and blew out a long thin line of smoke: "Why did you offend them?"
"Um"
Song Zihao didn't expect Ji Bu to ask further questions, so he couldn't help but ponder again.
"No need to think about how to answer me."
Ji Bu, who had been leaning on the sofa, suddenly sat upright, leaned forward, and stared at Song Zihao with burning eyes:
"you"
After listening to Ji Bu's words, Song Zihao couldn't help but hesitate again.
Although he tried his best to hide his surprise, the change in his eyes could not escape Ji Bu's eyes.
"Song Zihao, Mark Lee."
Ji Bu didn't give Song Zihao any time to hesitate, and added again: "You two are in the counterfeit banknote business, right?!"
"Whoa!"
When Song Zihao heard this, his whole expression changed.
Counterfeit money business.
These words coming from an outsider's mouth are simply taboo for Song Zihao.
Subconsciously, he wanted to reach out for the dagger in his pocket and prepare to attack Ji Bu.
But Ji Bu's reaction was faster than him.
He took the first step and held down Song Zihao's arm, then his right elbow caught his neck and pinned him down on the sofa.
"Song Zihao, I'm not interested in what you do, and it has nothing to do with me."
Ji Bu looked down at him condescendingly and said coldly: "You just need to tell me truthfully what exactly you did at night? Where did this group of people come from!"
"I need you to tell me the truth."
"Otherwise, why do you think I would help you tonight for no reason?!"
Speaking of which.
Neither of them continued to speak. They looked at each other for several seconds, and then Ji Bu let go of him.
"Boss Ji."
Song Zihao looked at him warily: "Where did you come from?"
"I hang out with Brother Kun."
Ji Bu stretched out his hand to straighten the folds at the hem of his shirt: "We are in the accounting business, not in the same business as you, so don't worry."
"Yep."
"I don't know why they came to Hong Kong Island. I just know that they are going to stay here for a few days."
"I'm not on the same side as them. They only came to me because they deposited a sum of US dollars with us before, and we just handed the money over to them today."
"That's all the information I can provide."
Song Zihao's words are very level.
so.
"truth?"
Ji Bu was sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigarette, keeping his eyes on Song Zihao.
"Boss Ji helped me today."
"good."
When Ji Bu heard this, he said no more and waved his fingers: "You can go."
"Thank you, Boss Ji."
Song Zihao said something polite, then stood up and left. When he was at the door, he added:
"Boss Ji helped me today, and I, Song Zihao, have remembered it."
Then he opened the door and left.
In the private room.
Ji Bu sat on his seat, smoking a cigarette silently, sorting out the information he had in his mind:
"After this group landed, they came to see Song Zihao. Song Zihao is in the counterfeit banknote business. If they met Song Zihao, they must have bought counterfeit banknotes from Song Zihao."
"Two days ago, Lin Kun told me that there will be customers coming over in the next few days. He is a business competitor and they are here to explore the bottom."
It can't be such a coincidence."
"hiss"
Ji Bu couldn't help but take a breath when he thought of this: "They came to meet Lin Kun and then bought counterfeit money. What do they want to do?!"
He squinted his eyes and murmured, "That's interesting."
Before leaving.
Ji Bu called the person in charge of the nightclub to the side alone and explained a few words. After hearing this, the person in charge was stunned for a moment, and then nodded.