money player

Chapter 195

Seeing the mahjong hall's fortunes rising day by day, Su Lizhen was so jealous that she even blamed her husband for not wanting shares in the first place.

Suddenly, when it was time for her to draw the cards, the card players saw that she was stunned and didn't move, so they all urged her.

"Mrs. Xian, it's your turn to play cards. Is it because Xian Sheng is not here that you can't sleep well at night?" Mrs. Jiang teased.

Mrs. Deng was not forgiving, "Of course, Xian Sheng is not here, and Mrs. Xian can't do gymnastics at night. Mrs. Jiang, look at Mrs. Xian's face. She has gotten a lot worse these days."

The two sang together, but Su Lizhen remained unmoved. She grabbed a card and played it out when she saw that it was a useless familiar sign, "You two are laughing at me as hard as you can, laugh now, and wait until some of you cry. "

Mrs. Deng chuckled and said, "I know you are holding back the big deal. We can talk about it later if you can reconcile."

Suddenly, she saw another card player, Mrs. Zhang, playing three cakes, and she quickly shouted: "Mrs. Zhang, be careful, don't hit him randomly."

Mrs. Zhang Zhang, her husband's surname is Zhang, runs trade between Hong Kong and Nanyang. She is often away from Hong Kong. She stays alone in the empty house for a long time. She is unbearably lonely, so she starts to hook up with her best friend. Her last lover's last name was Zhang, who was an actor. Now she is hooking up with this one. Her best friend's surname was Zhang, the well-known tailor Zhang Huohai. She got into a fight with someone named Zhang, and that's how she got the name Mrs. Zhang.

"Mrs. Deng, don't worry, Mrs. Xian won't eat this." Mrs. Zhang Zhang said nonchalantly: "Why don't you go to the department store later?"

Mrs. Jiang grabbed a card, rubbed it with her fingers and played it out, "I won't go. I just went there yesterday and there was nothing new."

"I won't go either, because I have no money." Su Lizhen said.

Mrs. Deng shouted: "You don't have any money. In the last few games, you have been winning alone. My wallet is about to be emptied by you. I don't have money, so I won't go to the department store. I'll push the car to the duck later." The street is sold, and the price of oil has gone up, so I really can’t afford to pay more.”

"Mrs. Deng, don't make jokes. Who doesn't know that Mr. Deng's business is getting bigger and bigger."

"No matter how big it is, it's not as big as Xian Sheng. If you're lucky, the shirts will sell so well. Who wouldn't be jealous."

Su Lizhen smiled brightly and said, "Don't just watch the thieves eat meat and not see the thieves being beaten. My husband works hard. He gets up early every day and works hard at night. Now he is working hard on a sailing boat. Every penny he earns is hard-earned money."

"Hey, Xian Sheng's absence is a sour smell. Mrs. Xian, when Xian Sheng comes back, help me make an appointment. I want to do gymnastics with him." Mrs. Deng said playfully.

"Okay, I'll help Mrs. Deng press her legs when the time comes."

"Hahaha."

The four card players laughed one after another. After having fun for a while, the game returned to normal, and they were winning or losing while talking and laughing.

It was approaching 4:30, and the sixteen rounds of mahjong were over. There were no activities scheduled later, and there were no plans to do another sixteen rounds in the evening. The four card players went their separate ways. Su Lizhen did not leave. She was invited to the office by Zhen Yuquan.

The two first handled the delivery of a tenement building on Lung To Street, one of the 13th streets in To Kwa Wan. Then Zhen Yuquan brought up a topic, "Mrs. Xian, have you ever heard of the name Prince Hui?"

Su Lizhen put a piece of land and house transfer letter into her bag, carefully closed the bag, made sure it was correct, then raised her head and replied, "Is it the rich guy who bought half of the Prince's Road that was rumored outside?"

"That's him. I asked the brothers to inquire outside. Prince Hui is the eldest young master from Shandong. He has lived in a deep house since he was a child and has not seen much of the world. There are rumors outside that when he fled to Hong Kong with his wife, children and children, he brought seven or eight children with him. Chest of gold.”

"Prince Hui likes gambling?"

Su Lizhen and Xian Yaowen have been together for a long time and have learned to grasp the focus.

"It's a big bet. You can win or lose thousands in a game."

Su Lizhen became interested when she heard this, "Prince Hui really bought half of Prince Edward Road?"

Zhen Yuquan denied: "Not that many, five or six buildings."

"Five or six houses are quite a lot. The houses in Kowloon City are valuable. Guolong, don't ask too harshly when the time comes. Leave some profit to me."

Su Lizhen is not an idiot. Since she has taken up the job of repossession, she naturally knows the property prices in various parts of Hong Kong. Kowloon City is now a famous city and consumer place in Kowloon, and the property prices in Prince Edward Road are at the forefront in Kowloon.

"Mrs. Xian, how dare I ask you to pay a high price? I'll be satisfied with just a little profit."

Zhen Yuquan smiled flatteringly. In front of Su Lizhen, he didn't dare to show off his skills. He was grateful to Xian Yaowen. If it hadn't been for Xian Yaowen's support, how could he have gone from having few big bucks in his pocket to spending ten thousand or twenty thousand without difficulty in a short period of time.

HSBC, Office of the Chairman.

Arthur Morse and Michelle were having a conversation involving Xian Yaowen.

"Michelle, do you see anything missing from our list?"

"Mr. Morse wants to say that there is a shortage of people from the Ningbo Gang?"

"Yes, I met Zhu Baosan and Yu Qiaqing during my tenure in Shanghai, and I heard the story of Ye Chengzhong. I left too fast and didn't have time to meet Wang Kuancheng, An Zijie, Dong Haoyun, a group of rising stars from Shaocun, ah, and Bao Zhaolong , I met this little guy in Hankou, and later he went to Shanghai to open a bank account, and he had a dispute with HSBC. Is he in Hong Kong now?"

Michelle spread her hands and said, "Mr. Morse, Bao Zhaolong is only three years younger than you."

"Three years younger is also a little guy. He has three sons, all of whom have working experience in banks. Are any of them worthy of attention?"

Michelle flipped through the folder in hand, looked at it for a while, and said: "None of the three people performed outstandingly after arriving in Hong Kong. Relatively speaking, Bao Yugang performed the best, and several bankers from Shanghai My old colleagues opened a trading company together and used their old connections in Shanghai to sell local products from mainland China.”

Arthur Morse lit his pipe and took two puffs, "Keep paying attention to see if he will perform well in the future."

"OK." Michelle closed the folder, "Mr. Morse, you didn't come to me today to talk about the Ningbo Gang. Can we get down to business now?"

Arthur Morse chuckled, "Michelle, you are such a smart girl. Xian Yaowen was originally just a subject to be investigated, but you helped him get to where he is now. It was too fast, and other shareholders would have opinions. There’s no thought of slowing down, and at the pace we’re going, if something goes wrong, you take all the responsibility.”

Michelle said coquettishly: "Uncle Arthur, I believe in my own vision. I will definitely know the outcome before the shareholders' meeting at the end of the year."

"Well, I'll try to help you as much as I can."

Arthur Morse watched Michelle grow up and regarded him as his own granddaughter. He knew that Michelle wanted to do something to prove that she was worth more than just a marriage tool. Under the premise that it was not excessive, he was happy to provide it. Help, if he hadn't turned a blind eye to the loan from Friendship Cinema, it would never have been so easy to pass.

Michelle stood up and walked around the executive desk, hugging Arthur Morse, "Uncle Arthur, thank you."

……

Jane opened her eyes and saw Xian Yaowen leaning on the bedside reading a newspaper. She turned around and lay on top of him, smacking his cheek several times.

"Good morning."

"Good morning." Xian Yaowen wiped the drool from his face, "Woke up so early and want to meet your morning boy?" "Jacob, I made an appointment with him for a morning run." Jane got out of bed and took the She picked up the luggage bag she brought from home yesterday, took out her sportswear and running shoes and shook them at Xian Yaowen, "Look, I'm ready."

"Wow, running shoes, aren't they too formal for a running enthusiast?"

Jane put down the things in her hands, climbed back on Xian Yaowen's body, chirped twice and said, "Didn't I tell you that I was an athlete in middle school?"

"No, I always thought you were a horse, just like Ai Ling. You ran so happily last night."

"Adam, this joke is not funny at all." Jane sat up and looked down at Xian Yaowen, "Do you want to go with me?"

"are you kidding me?"

"No, there are many people." Jane patted Xian Yaowen's butt and said, "Get up."

The meeting place was in Central Park, not far from the hotel. The two of them made a fuss in the bathroom, put on sportswear and walked quickly there.

Central Park is a paradise for runners. As long as time and distance permit, many runners in New York will choose to run here. When Xian and Yaowen arrived, many people were already running on the driveway around the park.

Xian Yaowen met Jacob and what Jane said were "a lot of people" - Runners, a club of running enthusiasts with more than 20 people who run together in Central Park every day.

The name is simple and direct, with no creativity at all. However, when Jane introduced Jacob, he felt a little new. Jacob's full name is Jacob Rogozinski, and the first reaction is that he is a Russian. The name, actually, is not, Jacob the Skir is a Polish guy.

Well, there’s no problem at all. Ski is basically a part of the Polish aristocratic surname, just like Tchaikovsky, which means “the nobility of the place with Tchaikov”. The Russian Ski either has Polish aristocratic ancestry or ancestors. Follow Dong Shi's example and add a bit of skittishness to yourself to show off.

What a coincidence, I met a Polish policeman a few days ago, and today I met a Polish runner, no, I should say a financial practitioner. He could smell the smell of Wall Street from Jacob, it was very strong.

"Adam, are you coming with us?" Jacob invited after the introduction.

"No, I can't stand your pace. You run first, and I'll follow behind."

The clothing, warm-up postures and leg shapes of the Runners members all tell that Xian Yaowen is not just a running enthusiast, but can probably be classified as a semi-professional. Although he exercises every day, he does not take the initiative to run. Abused.

"OK, see you later."

Jacob said hello, and the troops ran out. Jane ran a few steps, not forgetting to turn her head and give Xian Yaowen a smile.

Xian Yaowen couldn't laugh. Fortunately, he didn't try too hard. He ran like a crotch, with a long stride, at least 1 meters per step. He landed lightly. When his feet were raised, his heels faintly kicked his buttocks. His pace was so fast that he blinked. In a short time, the group of people disappeared.

This type of running requires high ankle and leg strength. If an enthusiast dares to run like this, his legs will be broken within a few days. He can run a stride length of 2 meters and a high step. frequency, but combining the two is impossible.

"Dry."

With a groan, he obediently stepped forward and danced to the side, his idle eyes critically observing the female runners passing by him.

When it comes to women's legs, in addition to the innate foundation, it is best to practice yoga, swimming and running the day after tomorrow. Each of them must be of low intensity and the intensity cannot be too high. If the intensity is high, some parts will be somewhat deformed. Just like semi-professional and professional dancers, you can tell the clues by looking at the shape of their feet. The more beautiful the feet, the lower the level.

After looking at it for a while, he didn't find another pair of long legs that could match Jane's. After all, Jane could run around and her legs were perfect.

After looking at his legs for a while, he calculated how long he could stay in the United States. Besides work, he also wanted to meet a girl who was good at swimming and Black Pearl. Needless to say, the former had a good figure, and the latter, not to mention, Black Pearl's skin was the smoothest and most delicate among all races, and it felt good to the touch. He wanted to savor it.

It's just that black people are easy to find. It's not that easy to find black pearls. I don't know if I can encounter them. Maybe on the way back to Hong Kong from Ghana, I will take a detour to Ethiopia, which is rich in black pearls.

After thinking about it for a moment, he quickly threw this idea out of his mind. It was not the time for him to enjoy it at this stage. Since his career was the most important thing, he could only take advantage of the opportunity to enjoy it.

After warming up, he ran at the pace that suited him best in the direction where Jane disappeared.

During breakfast with about twenty people, Jacob extended an invitation to have a drink together in the evening, which he readily agreed to.

After breakfast, Jane got into Jacob's car, and he returned to the hotel alone. On the way, he met a man who parked the car on the side of the road for no apparent reason, then took out a mobile phone from the car and stood there and said After saying "Hello", we had a long phone call.

Mobile phones are really wonderful things, but they are too big now and not very practical. With the communication technology knowledge he has, it is impossible to talk about promoting the development of mobile communications. Maybe investing more money in the field of communications would be a good idea. idea.

After watching the excitement for a while, he returned to the hotel to wash up, and then went to the flower club to start a busy but not heavy day's work.

One o'clock.

Ngau Tau Kok, Kwun Tong, is a wooden house area that began to appear after the end of World War II.

People who fled to Hong Kong during the Anti-Japanese War lived here, as well as people who came to Hong Kong earlier to seek life and did not escape the embarrassment of life. The people Qi Longdao was looking for lived here.

Liu Li, one of the identified arson suspects, Qi Longdao followed him for several hours, but never heard him talking to anyone else about arson, nor did he see this person contacting his suspected arson accomplices. He lost patience. , prepare to confirm in a more direct way.

Looking around in the alley in the wooden house area, he saw no one around except for the sound of dogs barking and snoring. He put his ear to the wooden wall of Liu Li's house and listened for a while, and then put it to the wooden door to listen.

After a while, he made sure that everyone in the house was asleep, then stretched out his hand to test the stress point on the upper right side of the wooden door except the door axis.

He is familiar with the wooden house area and knows how to latch the door. Simple wooden doors generally have no latch and are only tied with ropes or used to hold the wooden door against the wooden door. It is not difficult to break open, but the key is to be silent.

After testing the edge of "博", he continued to test the middle horizontal line of "彐". Soon, his testing was over, and he only found that there were two wooden sticks on the leftmost side and one in the middle of the middle horizontal line.

He took out his hood and put it on, then took out butter from his bag, smeared a little on the door sill, and gently shook the wooden door to fully spread the butter on the round head of the door shaft. Then he lifted the wooden door and shook it gently left and right. , the wooden stick loosened under the force and slid sideways little by little.

After a while, there was a click, a wooden stick fell to the ground, and then another, and the wooden door lost its restraint.

He pressed the door hinge back to the door sill, moved his right hand to his waist, opened the safety sleeve in one go, squatted down slightly, held the gun in a Weaver-style shooting posture, and pushed the wooden door lightly with his wrist. When the wooden door opened a hole, he tiptoed behind He took three or four steps back, got out of the wooden door, and looked inside the house. After his eyes adapted to the light in the house and he confirmed that it was safe within his sight range, he slowly stepped forward and entered the house.

As soon as the person entered the house, the muzzle of the gun moved quickly. The person followed the muzzle and turned, aiming at several visual blind spots. Not finding anything wrong, he tiptoed towards a wooden bed made of broken boards and bricks.

Suddenly, a charming sound sounded, and a big hand swam up and down.

Qi Longdao said something bad in his heart and quickly rushed to the bedside. He covered Liu Li's mouth with his left hand and put the muzzle of the gun to his temple. "Shhhhh, don't scream. I'll shoot as soon as you call me. Nod if you understand." ."

Looking at the muzzle of the gun and a face with no visible mouth or nose, Liu Li was extremely panicked and at a loss what to do, he could only nod as he was told.

Seeing this, Qi Longdao took back his left hand and pointed at Liu Li's wife sleeping beside him.

(End of this chapter)