Duan Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui gritted his teeth and lowered his head, not looking at Lin Kun.
"Crack!"
Lin Kun raised his hand and slapped him down again: "I have done so many years, but I have never been so humiliated!"
"Counterfeit banknotes! If you tell me about this, your colleagues will laugh out loud! I, Lin Kun, will be totally embarrassed by you!"
With two consecutive slaps, Duan Kun's distinctive white hair was completely messy.
"..."
Duan Kun sniffed and didn't dare to answer.
"call"
Lin Kun took a deep breath, stepped in front of Liangkun, frowned together, and looked down at Liangkun who was sitting:
"Have the Mencha been found?"
"without"
Liangkun stood up leaning on the table, not daring to look at Lin Kun.
"snort."
Lin Kun snorted coldly and asked again: "What are you doing when you are working?!"
"I"
Liangkun glanced at Baguan who was hiding in the corner and shivering. Lin Kun had already talked to him alone and did not dare to hide it:
"I am bringing down fire"
"Crack!"
Lin Kun raised his foot and kicked Jingkun to the ground. Jingkun flew backwards, knocking over the stool behind him.
"Stand at attention for me!"
Lin Kun scolded sternly: "I tell you, if you make a mistake when you go out, you have to admit it, and if you are beaten, you have to stand upright."
"How the hell did I teach you, huh?!"
"Yes, boss!"
Liangkun took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and climbed up from the ground, straightened his back and stood in front of Lin Kun again.
"Counterfeit money!"
Lin Kun grabbed the U.S. dollars on the table and patted Liang Kun hard on the face: "How did you promise me when you were fighting for a job with Abu?"
"Is this what you are capable of, Liangkun? You took hundreds of kilograms of my goods in exchange for a pile of waste paper, right?!"
"Do you have the ability to grab a living?!"
"I'm sorry."
Liangkun squeezed out a few words in a hoarse voice.
"waste!"
Lin Kun threw the counterfeit money at Liang Kun's face. The counterfeit money slapped on his face and fell to the ground.
Everyone looked at Lin Kun who was furious and remained silent and did not dare to speak.
"Brother Kun."
Brother Shan was sitting aside. Seeing that Lin Kun was done venting, he opened his mouth and said, "There's no use blaming them now."
"The top priority is to figure out how to deal with this matter."
"How to deal with it?!"
Lin Kun gritted his teeth with a livid face: "Miancha and the others came for this batch of goods from the very beginning. They took the goods and ran away long ago."
Brother Shan didn't say anything after hearing this.
"The Yan family shovel."
Lin Kun murmured to himself and turned back to his seat: "Eight-faced Buddha, eight-faced Buddha, how dare you set my way."
He raised his head and looked at Brother Shan: "Call Abu."
"Um."
Brother Shan got up, went to the phone and started making calls. Finally, the call came to Daxiong Accounting Company:
"Abu, what are you doing?"
"Brother Shan."
Ji Bu spoke in a relaxed tone and greeted Brother Shan with a smile: "I was dealing with something. Last night, someone rushed out to seek revenge on me, and I held him down."
"Um."
Brother Shan responded.
"Yes."
Ji Bu put his legs up on the office, lit a cigarette leisurely, and continued:
"I'm telling you, this guy should have some background. He seems to be from northern Myanmar. He carries a few horse boys with him. I'm sure he can exchange for some money."
"Something went wrong with last night's transaction."
Brother Shan didn't want to hear about Ji Bu: "Brother Kun asked you to come to the company now. Wait a minute."
Only then did he catch what Ji Bu had just said, and his tone became a little more urgent: "What did you say? People from northern Myanmar? Last night?!"
"What?"
Ji Bu noticed Brother Shan's urgent tone and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "What happened to the transaction last night? What happened!"
"no."
Brother Shan ignored Ji Bu and continued to ask, "What do people from northern Myanmar look like?"
"It doesn't look like anything."
Ji Bu thought for a moment and described Miancha: "A man with a beard and several horsemen."
"Beard!"
Brother Shan narrowed his eyes and said in a shocked tone: "Bring the people here, bring them here right now!"
After hanging up the phone.
Without him having to say anything, everyone heard what he just said.
It can't be such a coincidence, right?
····
Twenty minutes later.
Ji Bu pushed open the door of the conference room and walked in. Wu Ying and Hua Zai followed behind, holding Miancha in one hand on the left and the other on the right.
After Mian Cha came in and saw the people sitting there, his expression suddenly changed.
"Miancha!"
After Liangkun saw Miancha, he lost his voice. He jumped up from his seat and said in a sharp tone: "Xianjia shovel, damn, you are really a loser when I hold you in my mouth!"
"Grass!"
Mian Cha even called out bad luck: "Ji Bu, what the hell are you doing with Lin Kun?!"
"Holy shit!"
Ji Bu had a panoramic view of everyone's expressions, with a horrified expression on his face, and said in disbelief:
"No way? What a coincidence, this Poujie is the person who traded with you last night?!"
For a while.
Everyone looked at each other.
"Abu."
Lin Kun glanced at Mian Cha and looked up at Ji Bu: "What the hell is going on here."
"That's right."
Ji Bu simply organized his words: "It happened a few days ago. I met this by chance in a nightclub..."
He looked back at Mencha: "Your name is Mencha, right?"
He continued: "This guy jumped on the street and caused trouble in the nightclub. I forced him to drink urine in the nightclub."
"Last night, the person in charge of the nightclub who went to the street and threatened him brought him over to settle the score with me, but Wu Fei and the others solved the problem."
In a few concise and concise sentences, the process of the matter was described again.
Finished.
Ji Bu raised his foot and kicked Miancha to the ground: "You are so fucking capable, how dare you hack our business?!"
"Grass!"
Miancha fell to the ground and struggled for a few times. Just as he was about to get up, Ji Bu stepped on the ground again, making him unable to move.
"Jibu!"
His face turned red and he stared at Ji Bu: "I'm sorry if I meet you, you'd better get rid of me now."
"Once I go back, the old and new accounts will be settled together, and you will be the first to be killed!"
"Grass!"
Ji Bu was irritated by his words. He reached out and grabbed the fruit knife on the table, held down Mencha's palm and stabbed it directly.
The fruit knife pierced Miancha's palm, and the screams echoed in the conference room.
"Ah ha ha ha."
Mencha cried and laughed, and shouted hysterically: "I am the son of the Eight-faced Buddha, if you are brave enough, kill me!"
"If you can't get rid of me, I will take back today's debt and the debt for drinking urine in the nightclub! I said so!"
"Grass!"
Ji Bu sat on Miancha's body, glanced at Lin Kun who was silent from the corner of his eye, and stabbed Miancha's neck directly with the sharp fruit knife in his hand.
