"Eh, don't worry about me, I just came to listen." Zhuang Shikai chuckled lightly, with a leisurely expression and "passing by" written on his face.

"I just came to see my brother."

Just to cover his brother!

Zhuang Shikai put his hand into the inner pocket of his suit, Chen Yaowen quickly took out a pack of Fujian cigarettes, and handed it to the Zhuang Ye, "Master Zhuang, you smoke."

Master Zhuang drew a cigar from his arms, held it in his mouth, raised his hand and said, "No, I only smoke cigars, not smoke."

"I cough when I smoke."

He lowered his head, Huo Qingsong quickly took out a lighter, "ding", opened the lid, and sent it to the grandpa.

"Thank you." Zhuang Shikai waved his hand to Huo Qingsong, and Huo Qingsong retreated to the side. He spit out white mist, pinched the cigar and waved away the smoke with his hands. Chat!"

Chen Yaowen sat in a chair, sweating profusely and trembling.

"No need to talk, no need to talk."

"Since Inspector Chen is your brother, we must give Inspector Chen enough face...The red oil business will definitely belong to Mr. Huo in the future..."

Chen Yaowen raised his head and looked at Huo Qingsong. The "Push Street Boy" in his mouth had become "Mr. Huo".

Hehe, his attitude of admitting counseling is really quick.

Huo Qingsong's status changed very quickly...

Huo Qingsong sneered aside, and Chen Xijiu curled his lips.

They look at Chen Yaowen like a dead person.

At this time, a dozen gunmen in suits guarded the door, blocked the shop, and drove the onlookers away.

A group of uniformed police is rushing to the scene.

Zhuang Shikai smiled and looked at Chen Yaowen and said, "Brother Yaowen, didn't you seem to say that just now?"

"Anyway, if you want me to talk to you, then I will come over and talk to you in person."

"Always talk..."

"Huh!" Master Zhuang narrowed his eyes and sprayed a mouthful of white mist on Chen Yaowen's face.

Chen Yaowen hesitated for a moment, puffed, knelt on the ground, bowed his head and said to Lord Zhuang: "I'm sorry Lord Zhuang! I won't dare anymore! Give me a chance!"

He didn't care about the dozens of horses around him watching, he threw off his chair and knelt down.

With a look of interest on Zhuang Shikai's face, he raised his legs, tapped the cigar twice, and lit the cigar ashes on the ground and said, "After the talk, we will talk about other things."

"Yes, Lord Zhuang." Chen Yaowen responded profusely.

Zhuang Shikai smoked a cigar and said, "You dare to blow up Huo Qingsong's petrol truck! Then you have to give all the Fuqing petrol trucks to Huo Qingsong!"

"In addition, you Fuqing Gang..."

Zhuang Shikai pondered for a moment and said, "Don't do business on Hong Kong Island."

"Help Huo Qingsong drive!"

After Huo Qingsong obtained the franchise license for red oil smuggling, his hundreds of brothers were definitely not enough.

Not to mention the fact that it is not enough to guard the warehouse, the oil protection vehicle, and the drivers who drive the car.

It would be much better to incorporate the "Fuqing Gang" into Huo Qingsong's hands.

Zhuang Shikai came to "talk" with Chen Yaowen in person, not specifically to slap her face, but to integrate the "red oil market" in a peaceful way.

After all, commercial market integration is often accompanied by conflicting competition, and all kinds of **** conflicts will occur in the entire partial market.

Can give peace and harmony, and integrate a side market in one sentence...

The prestige of Zhuangye is no longer a superficial imposing prestige, but a deep control of the market.

Chen Yaowen is a more arrogant role in the marked oil market...

The other two have already agreed, but he alone did not agree.

In order to avoid large-scale violent incidents on the streets.

Lord Zhuang will come to talk to him in person.

Of course, the premise is also that Mr. Zhuang is free, otherwise Chen Yaowen can be killed by sending a group of police officers.

And there is still a gap between killing Chen Yaowen and integrating the Fuqing Gang... There is also a gap between Zhuang Ye and going out under the banner of Zhuang Ye.

After all, the deterrence of appearing in person is always the first? There is always something close to letting people pass on.

Otherwise, Chen Yaowen did not dare to provoke Chen Xijiu. It is easy to send police officers to kill Chen Yaowen, but it is not easy to integrate the Fuqing Gang.

Zhuang Shikai's "help Huo Qingsong" meant to drive, certainly not just driving? It was to let Fuqing help to listen to Huo Qingsong's instructions and merge with Huo Qingsong's forces.

This is an insult to the "Fuqing Gang" banner? But people are under the eaves, and the Fuqing Gang on Hong Kong Island has no right to refuse.

Refusal is death! One death, one more death!

Chen Yaowen knew that he had already gotten into a big boss? Nodded quickly and said, "No problem, no problem."

At least you can earn some money by working for someone? And Huo Qingsong's strength is not strong? It is impossible to divide the Fuqing Gang? So Fuqing can maintain an independent existence.

Huo Qingsong is like becoming their boss... to put it straight? Zhuang Shikai is their boss.

However, Zhuang Shikai only wants Huo Qingsong to make money to transport oil, and he does not want Huo Qingsong to follow the "red oil market" to develop himself quickly and become the new "four big families". That's why he divides the people into two? "Director", let Fuqing help as "wage earners".

In this way, Huo Qingsong would not be able to develop wage earners on his own, and wage earners would look close to the boss.

How Sir Zhuang wants to dismantle the "red oil market" is always a matter of one sentence.

"Yeah." Zhuang Shi was very satisfied with Chen Yaowen's attitude, nodded, and suddenly looked at an empty bowl on the table and preached: "You are responsible for speaking."

"Speaking nonsense is a matter of palm."

Chen Yaowen hurriedly slapped himself in the face: "Yes, yes, yes, Lord Zhuang is right."

Zhuang Shikai continued: "Eating can't be wasted, right?"

Chen Yaowen's expression was taken aback.

The Yangzhi nectar in his bowl has long been eaten, and there is only one spoon left in the empty bowl. Where is the waste?

Chen Xijiu chuckled beside him, "Did you not see that spoon? The Chuangye asked you to clean up the bowl!!"

Chen Yaowen swallowed, stood up, looked at the spoon and preached: "Master Zhuang is right! Eating must not be wasted!"

"Hey!" He took the porcelain spoon in the bowl and smashed it directly on the table top, then pressed the spoon on the table hard, smashing it into dregs, and finally crushed the whole spoon.

"Wow." He swept the **** of the spoon into the glass bowl, took a mouthful of the glass bowl, swallowed the spoon directly into his mouth, and chewed.

He then stirred his Adam's apple and swallowed the dregs into his throat, bruising his forehead, and cold sweat came down in bursts.

Zhuang Shikai just stared at him silently, without saying a word, let alone hitting others.

Master Zhuang quietly watched Chen Yaowen swallow every residue into his throat, until he stopped chewing in his mouth, he stood up and said, "Remember! You can't talk nonsense from now on!"

"Fine nine."

"leave!"

Zhuang Shikai glanced at Chen Xijiu.

Chen Xijiu immediately got up and left with Lord Zhuang.

I saw Zhuang Shikai and Chen Xijiu sitting in the Pingzhi car and slammed the door shut, while Huo Qingsong bent down and bowed and went out to take another car.

Chen Yaowen covered his throat with both hands, and fell to the ground, his face pale.

Chen Jiaju turned sarcastically at him.

At this time, two uniformed policemen who had been notified walked into the room. Both uniformed policemen were wearing uniforms and holding intercoms with serious expressions: "What's going on at the scene??"

Asked an older military police chief.

Another young newcomer stood by.

Chen Jiaju was about to get into the driver's seat when he suddenly saw a "buddy" on the scene, smiled immediately, took out his ID, opened it, and said: "The Criminal Department of the Central Region will deal with something..."

The uniformed sergeant looked at the police rank of the chief inspector and the number of the "Criminal Headquarters" on the testimonial, and his expression was horrified. He immediately stood up and saluted, and shouted: "Hello, sir!"

"Hello sir!" The young police officer also added.

Chen Jiaju nodded and said, putting away his credentials and said: "It's hard work, I'll go now if it's okay."

Chen Jiaju was anxious to tie a car to the boss.

The uniformed sergeant looked around and found that there were no horses and horses, although they were all in line, but no lives had been caused, which was not a big deal.

He immediately said: "It's okay, it's okay, sir, please do it yourself."

"Oh... that's good!"

The young police officer picked up the record book without saying a word, walked to a group of Fuqing gang boys, holding a signature pen, and asked with a serious expression, "Do you want to call the police?"

"Don't don't." Fuqing helped the little brother shook his head again and again.

The young police officer walked up to Chen Yaowen and asked, "Have you been injured? Do you want to call the police?"

Chen Yaowen clutched his throat and shook his head quickly. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

The young police officer nodded and said, "No problem."

He turned back to Chen Jiaju.

Chen Jiaju looked at him strangely.

This process is full of "provocative" flavor.

The uniformed sergeant grabbed the young police officer with an annoyed face, and quickly apologized: "Sir Chen, I'm sorry, the newcomer is here and doesn't understand the rules."

The young police officer looks fair, fair-skinned, and a bookish anger was revealed between his eyebrows. At first glance, he was admitted to the police academy with a mistake in his family background, and was a young man who had just graduated.

Chen Jiaju glanced at him, snorted coldly, opened the door to sit in the driver's seat, and slowly started the car to go back and leave.

At this time, the rear window was slowly lowered... a handsome, majestic face appeared in the window: "What do you call it?"

"Zhuang...Zhuang sir!!" The uniformed police chief was taken aback, and quickly stood at attention and saluted.

The young police officer was also stunned and raised his hand to salute: "Wei Jinghao!"

Zhuang Shikai frowned: "I know your brother!"

The young police officer's heartstrings tightened, and his expression excitedly preached: "Chief Zhuang! My brother graduated with the Silver Flute Award three years ago! Loyal and love Hong Kong! He is definitely not that kind of person!"

Zhuang Shikai withdrew his gaze calmly, and slowly raised the window again.

"Boom!" Chen Jiaju reversed and flicked, and quickly merged the car into the main road and followed the traffic flow, not listening to the young police officer's explanation.

"Sir!!" Wei Jinghao screamed, trying to rush out to chase the car, trying to seize a rare opportunity to explain the character of "brother" Wei Jingda to the police officers.

The military police chief beside him grabbed him: "Don't chase! What level are you? Are you qualified to talk to Sir Zhuang? Let Mr. Zhuang do things?"

"Patrol well and do your duty!" The uniformed sergeant snapped the record book into his hand: "Otherwise you won't even have to do the uniformed policeman!"