Rebirth Hong Kong as a hero

Chapter 76

"Sorry!"

Tsim Sha Tsui Duan Kun gritted his teeth, lowered his head and did not look at Lin Kun.

"Snapped!"

Lin Kun raised his hand and slapped it down again: "I have been doing this for so many years, and I have never been humiliated like this before!"

"Counterfeit banknotes! Telling this matter will make my colleagues laugh out loud! I, Lin Kun, have lost all my fucking face!"

After two consecutive slaps, Duan Kun's distinctive white hairstyle was completely messed up.

"..."

Duan Kun sniffed and didn't dare to answer.

"call"

Lin Kun took a deep breath, stepped in front of Liang Kun, frowned, and looked down at the sitting Liang Kun:
"Have the Micha people found it?"

"No"

Liang Kun pressed the table and stood up, not daring to look at Lin Kun.

"Humph."

Lin Kun snorted coldly, and asked again: "What are you doing when you're working?!"

"I"

Liang Kun glanced at Bakuan who was hiding in the corner trembling. Lin Kun had already talked to him alone, and he didn't dare to hide it:

"I'm dropping fire"

"Snapped!"

Lin Kun kicked Liang Kun to the ground, and Liang Kun flew upside down, knocking down the stool behind him.

"Stand at attention for me!"

Lin Kun sternly reprimanded: "I tell you, you have to admit your mistakes when you come out, and you have to stand at attention when you are beaten."

"How the hell did I teach you, huh?!"

"Yes, boss!"

Liang Kun took a heavy breath, gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, standing straight in front of Lin Kun again.

"Counterfeit money!"

Lin Kun grabbed the US dollars on the table and patted Liang Kun's face vigorously: "When you were robbing Abu for a job, how did you promise me?"

"This is your Liangkun's ability? Take my hundreds of kilograms of goods and exchange them for a pile of waste paper, isn't it?!"

"Qiuhuo, do you have the ability?!"

"Excuse me."

Liang Kun squeezed out a few words in a hoarse voice.

"waste!"

Lin Kun threw the counterfeit banknote on Liang Kun's face with a flick of his hand, and the counterfeit banknote slapped his face and fell to the ground profusely.

Everyone looked at the furious Lin Kun, and they were as silent as cicadas, not daring to speak.

"Brother Kun."

Sitting aside, Brother Shan saw that Lin Kun was almost venting, so he opened his mouth and interjected: "It's useless to blame them now."

"The most urgent thing is to think about 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 here for Lao Tzu's goods from the beginning, and they ran away long after they got the goods."

Brother Shan didn't say another word when he heard the words.

"Hem home shovel."

Lin Kun muttered to himself, and turned back to his seat: "Eight-faced Buddha, eight-faced Buddha, how dare you show my way."

He looked up at Brother Shan: "Call me Abu."

"Ah."

Brother Shan got up, came to the phone and started making calls, and finally the call reached Daxiong Accounting Company:

"Abu, what are you doing?"

"Brother Shan."

Ji Bu's tone was relaxed, and he greeted Brother Shan with a smile: "I'm dealing with something. Last night, someone rushed to the street to seek revenge from me, and I held him down."

"Ah."

Brother Shan responded.

"Yes."

Ji Bu put his legs on the office, lighted a cigarette leisurely, and continued to say:

"Let me tell you, this kid should have some background. He seems to be from the north of Myanmar. He brings a few horses with him. I'm sure he can exchange for a sum of money."

"The transaction last night went wrong."

Brother Shan was not in the mood to listen to Ji Bu's affairs: "Brother Kun told you to come to the company now. Wait a minute."

Only then did he catch what Ji Bu said just now, and his tone was a little anxious: "What did you say? The people from northern Myanmar? Last night?!"

"what?"

Sensing Brother Shan's hasty tone, Ji Bu raised his mouth slightly: "What happened to the transaction last night? What's going on!"

"No."

Brother Shan ignored Ji Bu, and continued to ask: "People from northern Myanmar, what does this person look like?"

"It doesn't look like anything."

Ji Bu thought about it for a while, and then described Miencha: "A man with a beard and a few horses."

"Whiskers!"

Brother Shan narrowed his eyes, and his tone was startled: "Bring people over here, right now, immediately, bring them over to me!"

After hanging up.

Needless to say, everyone heard his conversation just now.

Wouldn't it be so coincidental?

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Two 10 minutes later.

Ji Bu pushed open the door of the conference room and walked in. Wu Fei and Hua Zai followed behind, holding Mian Cha on the left and right.

After Miancha came in, when he saw the people sitting there, his expression suddenly changed.

"Micha!"

After Liang Kun saw Miencha, she lost her voice, jumped up from her seat, and said in a sharp tone, "I'm going to fuck you, you're the one who hit the streets!"

"Grass!"

Mian Cha was even more unlucky: "Ji Bu, are you fucking with Lin Kun?!"

"I rely on!"

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 Pujie is the one who traded with you last night?!"

a time.

Everyone looked at each other.

"Abu."

Lin Kun glanced at Miancha, then looked up at Ji Bu: "What's going on here?"

"Is such that."

Ji Bu organized his words simply: "It happened a few days ago, I met this by chance in a nightclub, what is it called..."

He looked back at Miencha: "Your name is Miencha, right?"

He went on to say: "This Pujie caused trouble in the nightclub, and I forced him to drink urine in the nightclub."

"Last night, the person in charge of the nightclub who threatened the street brought him over to settle accounts with me, and Wufly and the others solved it."

A few concise sentences re-described the process of the matter.

Done.

Ji Bu raised his foot and kicked Miencha to the ground: "You are so fucking capable, you dare to blackmail our business?!"

"Grass!"

Mian Cha fell to the ground and struggled a few times, but when he was about to get up, Ji Bu stepped on the ground and couldn't move.

"Jibu!"

His face turned red, and he fixed his eyes on Ji Bu: "I'll be sorry if I meet you, you'd better kill me right now."

"Once I go back, the old and new accounts will be settled together, and you will be the first one to get rid of it!"

"Grass!"

Enraged by his words, Ji Bu reached out and grabbed the fruit knife on the table to hold Miencha's palm and stab it directly.

The fruit knife pierced Miencha's palm, and the screams resounded in the conference room.

"a ha ha ha."

Miencha cried and laughed, and roared hysterically: "I am the son of the Eight-faced Buddha, if you are brave enough, kill me!"

"I can't get rid of me. Today's account, the account of drinking urine in the nightclub, I will take it back together! I said it!"

"Grass!"

Sitting on Miencha's body, Ji Bu glanced at Lin Kun who was silent from the corner of his eye, and stabbed Miencha's neck with a sharp fruit knife in his hand.

(End of this chapter)