Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 812 Death of Chen Qingsong

The sun is wearing red clothes, and the rays of rays are falling from the west, coating the huge umbrella cover of the old banyan tree on the roof with a layer of gold.

The surroundings are very lively, with tourists in clusters.

The daily ticket revenue from this attraction alone is enough to cover the water and electricity expenses of the entire Huaqiang Swire Building.

"Don't look, only fools would set up an ambush here. That girl's threat is very good. If something happens to you, I won't be able to run away." Chen Qingsong took out a pack of Marlboros, skillfully popped one out and lit it.

"Can you stop trying to create a sense of presence for yourself?" Li Jiankun said with a sideways glance, "I'm appreciating my business. You set up an ambush for me, haven't you woke up yet? I deliberately cooperated with you in the situation on the last passenger ship. A performance?”

The Marlboro cigarette that Chen Qingsong took to his mouth turned into a 7 shape. "Li Jiankun, don't be too arrogant!"

"It depends on the person," Li Jiankun blew a puff of cigar smoke on his face, "I am definitely more arrogant than you when it comes to you."

"You fucking..."

"If you dare to be disrespectful to my mother again, I will not only beat you to pieces, but I will also throw you back to the police station after beating you. Do you believe it?"

Li'er seemed to be like this, so Li Jiankun sprayed him with another puff of white mist: "Then why are you so nervous?"

"Our company has regulations." The aunt's voice floated in the wind.

"That won't work." The aunt swished away.

Chen Qingsong turned his head when he heard the sound: "?"

Not long after, Chen Qingsong managed to get the aunt to come up to her again. This guy came to the door specially, obviously something was wrong, Li Jiankun was not impatient.

The most lively place is under the big canopy of the banyan tree, where there is a large and cleverly designed flower bed. Many people are sitting by the flower bed, looking for good angles to take photos, chatting together, and even having picnics. People, isn't it time for afternoon tea?

When the aunt brought the money, Chen Qingsong tore him to pieces. The aunt looked at him in surprise and said, "Littering will result in a fine of five mosquitoes."

Chen Qingsong glared at her fiercely, took out a handful of bills from his trouser pocket, took out a thousand-yuan bill and slapped it over. The aunt saw that he really had no change, so she accepted it and said, "Wait a minute, I'll find the change."

"Don't accept the punishment?" Auntie said with her hands on her hips, "The rules are clearly written on the sign, so we have the right to ask you to go down."

Li Jiankun glanced at him with an expression that said, "What are you thinking about?"

His arrogance in ripping off money attracted the attention of many tourists. Li Jiankun didn't bother to pay attention to what he was saying with his aunt, and just walked around on his own, admiring the scenery of the banyan garden.

Frankly speaking, Li Jiankun didn't think about how to use those documents, and it seemed that they were really not enough to cause Chen Qingsong big trouble. Of course, he didn't know much about the involvement between Chen Qingsong and the bank in Nanyang. Maybe these documents could reveal something big...

"No need to look for it!"

"Return those documents to me, and we will be on the same page from now on."

Li Jiankun looked at the aunt's back and smiled knowingly, she must be promoted.

"You exposed my short selling order and ransacked my home. What else do you want? You can't threaten me with those documents. It has nothing to do with Hong Kong City. Even if they are handed over to Nanyang, I am in Hong Kong City. They still can’t do anything to me.”

Chen Qingsong: "??"

"I stepped on the horse and said there was no need to look for it!"

"Littering cigarette butts will result in a fine of five mosquitoes." At this time, an aunt with a red armband rushed over.

He saw someone peeling fruit with a knife, but the peels were packed in bags. He was much more qualified than Chen Qingsong.

Chen Qingsong threw the deformed cigarette on the ground and crushed it hard with the toe of his shiny leather shoe, as if it was Li Jiankun.

This is the information he wants to confirm from Chen Qingsong.

"Do you really want to fight with me?" Chen Qingsong asked angrily.

"Afraid of you?" Li Jiankun asked.

"Okay Li Jiankun, I admit that I underestimated you before, but if you think you can kill me, it's a bit fanciful." Chen Qingsong straightened his chest.

"Is it difficult to get you?" Li Jiankun said lightly, "It just depends on my mood."

"Yes, you can send people from Kowloon Walled City to kill me. The problem is that you will be in big trouble after that!"

"Oh?" Li Jiankun cast an interested look at him.

"Do you know my true identity?" Chen Qingsong asked arrogantly.

"A white glove?"

"Tch, that's bullshit." Chen Qingsong wanted to spit on the ground, but then thought of Aunt Red Armband. He was afraid that she would cause trouble again, so he had to give up. "Some people say that I am the golden finger that turns stone into gold."

The name of that movie is really not random... Li Jiankun thought to himself. After he said oh, he curled his lips and said, "The problem is, I haven't seen how much money you make."

"You... I once created a Jianing Empire with a wealth of 20 billion, do you know that?" Chen Qingsong yelled.

This voice is indeed not small. The once famous name "Jianing" is naturally familiar to the residents of Hong Kong City. Many people nearby turned around and pointed at Chen Qingsong and whispered.

There were many people with strange expressions on their faces, who deliberately came closer and pricked up their ears.

"Don't use the word 'creation'. You don't deserve it. You are lying." Li Jiankun said in a contemptuous tone. "Okay, even if this is the case, Jianing has gone bankrupt, you are being targeted by the police, the Independent Commission Against Corruption, and Interpol, and your stock market maker has also left you. What use do you have?"

In the past, the Jianing case was known as one of the top ten strange cases in Hong Kong.

Even if he instigates some changes in this life, it is still unclear how things will develop in the future.

Anyone who knows a little bit about Jianing Group and Chen Qingsong probably doesn’t want to find out the reason—Chen Qingsong’s background.

Li Jiankun also wanted to know.

Seeing that Chen Qingsong seemed to be willing to tell the truth, he continued to speak.

"Use? Oh no, no, this word is completely wrong, at least for now." Chen Qingsong raised the corners of his mouth and smiled wildly, "I don't need to be useful at all."

He looked at Li Jiankun and said sarcastically: "As smart as you are, you are actually no different from those drunkards. Do you think I am still the same Chen Qingsong as before, relying on my ability to make money to let certain forces protect me?
"Haha, big mistake!"

This made Li Jiankun slightly mocked, because he did think so a few days ago. I believe that until now, people who know Chen Qingsong still think this way: Regardless of whether he has white gloves or golden fingers, doesn't it mean that he only obtains the other party's protection by grabbing wealth for a larger force and exchanging benefits?
"You have leverage on them." Li Jiankun said.

"A handle?" Chen Qingsong said sarcastically, "So, you are also a loser. Do I need a handle?"

Li Jiankun: "!!!"

This time, he was really shocked.

No handle?

The handle he suspected didn't exist at all?

So here’s the question: If it wasn’t for others to gain wealth and there was no way around it, why did the forces behind Chen Qingsong still protect him?

Are those people his biological fathers?

"Want to know why?"

Chen Qingsong stared at him and said with a teasing smile: "Why don't you beg me? Hong Kong City is my blessed place. Since I came here, I have never lost to anyone. The bankruptcy of Jianing was an inevitable trend and unavoidable. You are so far, The first person who made me lose money. As long as you ask me, I will tell you the answer that many people dream of."

"Why don't you kneel down and kowtow, see if I like it."

Li Jiankun glanced at him and said: "You came here today, didn't you just want to tell me how awesome you are, so that I can be afraid of you, so that I won't make you rush to the street in anger?"

The smile on Chen Qingsong's face froze. After a while, he cursed and said, "Damn, it's not unfair to lose to you once."

Li Jiankun dug his ears with his little finger, and from the corner of his eye, he noticed many eyes staring at them nearby.

Needless to say, Chen Qingsong is really arrogant, and he doesn't seem to mind his secrets being leaked out at all.

"Jianing went bankrupt, and everyone knew that I lost 20 billion..."

"Excuse me, it's the port city that lost 20 billion, and the investors who lost 20 billion. It has nothing to do with you. You must have a lot in your pocket." Li Jiankun said.

"Is it important?!"

Chen Qingsong was very dissatisfied with this correction. He stared at Li Jiankun and said slowly: "This is obvious. Jianing has hundreds of companies in more than ten countries around the world.

“Most of these companies are copying Jianing’s model, or copying the model I created!

"Do you know how much money those international wealthy businessmen and large consortiums lost in total after Jianing went bankrupt, standing outside the sight of the port city?
“Let me tell you, 20 billion Hong Kong dollars is not even a fraction.

"Hahahaha, do you understand now?"

Chen Qingsong laughed wildly, looked up at the sky, and almost burst into tears.

Li Jiankun slowly opened his eyes: "You are not protected just because you steal wealth for others, you are the biggest sleazeball in the world!"

"Lao Lai?" The smile on Chen Qingsong's face continued, "I don't like this word." He paused and continued laughing: "So, who can do anything to me?"

"Who threatens my life?

"As long as I keep making money, my life is not controlled by the King of Hell. Of course, no one can stop me from continuing to make money. I am quite good at this."

Chen Qingsong was smiling all over his face, and Li Jiankun's astonished expression made him very happy.

"Kill me? Li Jiankun, are you going to fill that huge hole?
"To be honest, sometimes I really want to die. It's all over. How about you help me? Come on!"

Seeing that Li Jiankun still hadn't come to his senses and was motionless, Chen Qingsong sneered:

"You piece of trash.

"Now if I lend you some courage, can you kill me to death?!"

Frankly speaking, after learning about such a situation, Li Jiankun no longer had any murderous intention in his heart. Wouldn't killing him be equivalent to liberating him?

"Hahahaha..." Chen Qingsong opened his arms and spun around in circles, holding his head high, bathing in the rays of the setting sun, like a god.

He felt invincible.

Li Jiankun suddenly remembered something. He remembered that in his previous life, there was a guy in their county whose investment failed and owed the bank 300 million. The bank was afraid that he would not be able to think about it, so he had to go to work with gifts during the holidays...

He is the ancestor of the bank.

Chen Qingsong is the ancestor of these people.

"Ah——" A scream suddenly came from my ears.

It was Chen Qingsong’s voice.

Li Jiankun quickly turned his head and looked, startled, and took a few steps back unconsciously.

"So you are the boss behind Jianing, you bastard, I will kill you!"

puff!puff!
A small fruit knife, with a red knife going in and a white knife coming out, stabbed Chen Qingsong crazily.

The man holding the knife was an uncle with half-white beard and hair. The eyes are blood red.

"My son bought Jianing's stocks, lost all his money, and jumped off a building. Why are you, a bastard, still living so well, talking so loudly here?"

puff!puff!
"No one dares to mess with you? I'll do it!"

puff!puff!
There were screams of terror on the rooftop, and the crowd around them dispersed. Chen Qingsong grabbed the uncle's shoulders tightly, his eyes widening.

puff!puff!
Li Jiankun raised his hand, looked at the uncle's lips and tried to persuade him, but it was probably of no use. He saw Chen Qingsong's intestines flowing out...

"I'm not afraid to tell you that I have terminal cancer and am alone. Are you better or am I?!" The uncle went crazy.

Chen Qingsong gurgled and wanted to say something, but it was all covered in blood. He grabbed the uncle's body and slowly fell to the ground. When his head tilted, he saw Li Jiankun:

"Cuckoo~"

(End of this chapter)