Minna returned home with the batch of goods. After a bumpy week, her whole complexion was a little sluggish.
"dad."
When Mian Na saw the Eight-faced Buddha, she immediately threw herself into the arms of the Eight-faced Buddha, gave her a big hug, and pointed to Ma Zai behind:
"I have brought the goods back. Where is my brother? Where is he?"
She had a batch of goods in her hand, so naturally she was not as fast as Miancha who could fly directly. She didn't know what happened to Miancha.
"Your brother has other tasks to do."
The Eight-faced Buddha smiled and touched Minna's head: "You don't have to worry about him. You have worked hard along the way. Go and rest first."
"I've already contacted the doctor. Let's go have the surgery the day after tomorrow."
"good."
The two had a brief exchange and sent Minna away. The Eight-faced Buddha reached out to open the canvas bag in front of him and checked the flour inside.
It took a while.
He commented: "Lin Kun's things still have some value." Then he waved his hand: "Take the things off."
Just then.
The phone nearby rang again.
"Um?"
The Eight-faced Buddha glanced at this rarely used phone, raised his hand and picked it up: "It's me."
"Eight-faced Buddha?"
On the other end of the phone, a man's suppressed voice sounded: "There is something I want to talk to you about. I wonder if you are interested?"
"Talk to me?"
The Eight-faced Buddha was stunned at first: "Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am."
The man did not answer the Eight-faced Buddha's question: "The important thing is that I can get the Myanmar Cha back to northern Myanmar without any effort."
"The most important thing is that I can also ask Lin Kun to talk to you again about raw materials and the market in Hong Kong Island. I think you must be very interested."
"Haha. It's interesting. Tell me about it."
The Eight-faced Buddha opened his stool and sat down, raised his eyebrows and looked into the distance, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "It seems that Lin Kun's house is a little uneasy."
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Early in the morning.
Jibu got up, had breakfast with A'e, and then drove out. However, he did not go directly to Yuanyang, but took a detour.
In a public phone booth on the roadside.
Ji Bu got in with a cigarette in his mouth, put in coins, dialed the number and waited. He took out a lighter to light the cigarette and the call was connected.
"Miao Sir."
After correcting the code, Ji Bu went straight to the topic: "Do you still remember the Eight-faced Buddha in northern Myanmar that I told you last time?"
"Eight-faced Buddha?"
Miao Zhihua heard the sound of closing the door, followed by the sound of a lighter lighting a cigarette: "Remember, a big drug lord in northern Myanmar said last time that his son Mian Cha came to do business with Lin Kun."
"right."
"The transaction is completed, has your kid infiltrated the inside?"
"No."
Ji Bu briefly introduced the situation with a smile: "Mian Cha wanted to take advantage of others, but we held him back. Now he is in our hands."
"And, after this transaction, Lin Kun has begun to divide internally."
He told Lin Kun's current internal situation: "Also, I estimate that the Eight-faced Buddha may come to Hong Kong Island."
"Are you sure?"
"Not sure, guess."
"Let's discuss the uncertain things later. The top priority is to keep an eye on Lin Kun."
Miao Zhihua was not interested in the Eight-faced Buddha. He was only obsessed with Lin Kun's flour gang. He was more concerned about whether Ji Bu had completely gained Lin Kun's trust.
But he came back to his senses: "No, why are you so interested in the Eight-faced Buddha in northern Myanmar? I didn't say I wanted to capture the Eight-faced Buddha."
"Isn't this incidental?"
Seeing that Miao Zhihua was not interested, Ji Bu stopped mentioning it and naturally skipped the topic: "I have another thing to do now. Lin Kun gave me the three streets below Liangkun, but the person in charge of these three streets seems a little bit
It’s unethical.”
"It's been several days and no one has taken the initiative to report to me. They don't realize it at all. I don't like their awareness and I'm very unhappy."
Miao Zhihua asked: "So?"
"so?"
Ji Bu took a puff of cigarette, puffed out a puff of smoke and said, "I'm going to ask Sir Miao for help."
"Find a day to arrange some people to do a big sweep. Help me clean these streets and greet them well."
There are quite a few nightclubs in these streets, but I'm still afraid of police raiding them.
"Go to the street."
Miao Zhihua scolded angrily: "I just said, why are you so active in bringing up the Eight-faced Buddha to me? It turns out you have ulterior motives."
He groaned: "A big sweep is not something that a small police chief like me can arrange. You are making things too difficult for me."
"joke."
Ji Bu glanced at the people on the street around him and continued to talk to Miao Zhihua: "Who doesn't know that Sir Miao, you are very important in the police station? I thought of you immediately about this matter."
"Eh"
Miao Zhihua sighed: "I rushed to the street and was tricked by your kid. I'll help you with the work."
"Thank you Sir."
Ji Bu bared his teeth and smiled. After finishing the matter, he said, "By the way, buy me a toy. The budget is five hundred yuan."
"Toys? Why buy toys?"
"To your daughter, isn't it her birthday soon? This is my birthday gift to her."
Ji Bu said casually, but did not forget to remind you: "I owe you the five hundred. Let me talk first. It is only the budget of five hundred. I will not accept the expense of exceeding the budget."
Miao Zhihua is divorced, but has a daughter with his ex-wife, who is six years old this year. This is what Ji Bu saw when he checked his brother Ali's detailed information in Stanley Prison.
"Push to the street!"
Miao Zhihua laughed loudly when he heard this and was in a good mood: "Then remember, you owe me five hundred mosquitoes. Remember to pay me back."
"I owe you first."
The two briefly exchanged a few words, and Miao Zhihua told Ji Bu to pay attention to his safety before hanging up the phone.
"Birthday? My daughter's birthday?"
He held the phone receiver and patted it back, muttering quietly to himself: "I don't even remember when this kid Abu remembered it."
After Ji Bu finished making the call, he got out of the phone booth, looked around, then got into the car parked on the roadside, stepped on the accelerator and headed towards the company.
In the blink of an eye.
Three days later.
188 Nathan Road.
Ocean Finance.
office.
Lin Kun's core team of several people gathered together.
"Haha, that's interesting."
Lin Kun stretched out and sat on the sofa, leaning against the sofa with a relaxed posture, sinking into the soft sofa, and kneading his eyebrows:
"Myanchadu has been kept at my place for a week, and the Eight-faced Buddha has not moved at all."
"He is treating my place as a welfare home, and is he going to foster Miancha here for free for a long time?"
"Let me see."
Duan Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui pondered for a moment: "How about we stop contacting the Eight-faced Buddha and beat him up?"
"Need not."
Lin Kun waved his hand and rejected Duan Kun's proposal: "I guess the Eight-faced Buddha is deliberately trying to seduce me."
"Ignore him for now. General Chachai's raw materials will be harvested soon. If the Eight-faced Buddha disrupts the transportation then, it will be a problem for me."
"Beautiful Kun."
He raised his head and looked at Liangkun, who was standing in the corner with the gauze on his head not yet removed: "How are you feeling after your injury?"
"good."
Liangkun smiled "haha" and looked at Ji Bu who was standing next to him: "I have to thank Boss Ji for being gentle that day, otherwise he wouldn't have recovered so quickly."