1990Rage Flag Soldier

Chapter 109 Lack of virtue or not!

Early the next morning.

Zhang Ziwen got up, washed up, changed clothes and prepared to go out.

But as soon as he put on his shoes, he saw Li Junsheng waiting in the corridor and said, "Good morning, boss."

"Get up so early?"

Zhang Ziwen looked surprised: "I didn't get everything done last night."

As the director of the company, Li Junsheng is not responsible for driving for him. There must be something wrong here in the morning.

"No."

Li Junsheng shook his head: "It's done, but there is a little problem."

"Tell me."

Zhang Ziwen walked out of the room.

Li Junsheng said: "Old A has already taken people to Chungking Mansion."

Zhang Ziwen raised his eyebrows, and after asking about the cause and effect, he couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Damn, I asked him to invite people to tea, I didn't ask him to kidnap someone!"

"This saves trouble. It skips all the negotiation steps for me."

Li Junsheng smiled bitterly and said, "You can't blame Old A. I planned the invitation plan, but Wang Yu's reaction was a little more intense than expected, so I had to change it temporarily."

"Deduct money!"

Zhang Ziwen sat in the BMW with a smile, opened the door and said, "Go directly to Chungking Mansion."

"it is good."

"boss."

Li Junsheng sat in the driver's seat and drove.

Chungking Tower.

Area B.

Zhang Ziwen, wearing a suit and accompanied by his subordinates, walked through the shops on the first floor, which were mixed with dragons and snakes. There were many Indians and Southeast Asians coming and going, and a few gangsters were hiding in the corner. When they saw him coming, they took the initiative to sell.

"Top quality, boss."

"Want to try some?"

Since his outfit has been changed to handmade customization, and his watch is a Rolex, he is full of style and can easily attract the attention of the crowd.

But Li Junsheng only needed to quietly lift the corner of his clothes to reveal the gun at his waist, and the mosquitoes, rats, and ants would automatically get out of the way.

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"Dong dong dong."

Li Junsheng raised his arm and slammed the door hard.

This is actually a code for contact information. Whenever someone pretends to be polite and knocks on the door, the secret will be revealed immediately.

Zhang Ziwen raised his head and glanced at the corner of the corridor, where the monitor was pointed at him.

"boss."

Zhao Jianjun opened the iron door and said with a smile on his face: "Have you had breakfast?"

"Remember to delete the video."

Zhang Ziwen walked into the room without forgetting to point at the surveillance camera.

"Do not worry."

Zhao Jianjun replied.

Zhang Ziwen came to the room, found a sofa and sat down, crossed his legs and looked at the chair opposite.

There is a middle-aged man tied up on the chair. His facial features alone are quite masculine. As the first-generation martial arts superstar, Wang Yu has good looks.

There are also five horse boys in the room with tattoos all over their bodies, one of them has a dragon-tiger tattoo.

The horse boys were all hung in the room, with their feet dangling in the air, their wrists tied, and a small stool next to their feet.

Give them a breather every once in a while.

Looking at their honest and weak looks, you can tell that they suffered a lot last night.

"Let Director Wang loosen the rope. He can't even open his mouth. How can he chat with me?"

Zhang Ziwen waved his hand and said.

A staff member stepped forward and untied the rope from Wang Yu's mouth.

Wang Yu's mouth was tied with a rope for the whole night. Not only could he not close his mouth, he could not make any sound. It was extremely painful. But it can be seen that Zhao Jianjun was quite polite since he had never been lynched.

"You, you." Wang Yu moved his mouth, but his muscles were a bit stiff and he couldn't speak smoothly.

Zhang Ziwen took the cigarette from his subordinate, lowered his head and let Zhao Jianjun light it.

Li Junsheng touched Zhao Jianjun's shoulder: "The boss said he will deduct your salary."

"Buckle it."

"What's that salary enough for? Five hundred thousand to deal with two losers. Brothers, I have never seen such easy money." Zhao Jianjun said with a smile. When people are rich, they can talk loudly.

Zhang Ziwen puffed out smoke and interrupted Wang Yu: "Director Wang, my name is Zhang Ziwen, the boss of Riot Games, and I do some cleaning work."

"I'm very happy doing this job, but while I'm working, someone throws garbage at my employer's house."

Wang Yu could taste it in just a few words and stared at him with straight eyes.

"Director Wang."

"Teach me what to do."

Zhang Ziwen spread his hands and leaned against the sofa, looking convinced.

Wang Yu said: "Sweep the garbage well if others are doing it. Cleaners should not imitate others and act recklessly. If you don't accept movies from Dalue Company, believe it or not, their movies will never be shown in Taiwanese theaters."

"You need money to make a movie."

Zhang Ziwen said softly: "If you give money, people will be willing to take pictures. If you don't even give money, no one will be happy to cooperate with you."

"In this way, there are two choices. The first is to sign the contract honestly according to the market price. If the artist does not want to, he cannot force it. The second is to stop making movies and return to Taiwan to retire."

Wang Yu widened his eyes: "This is a drama that Yabazi wants to make. Godfather of the Sanlian Gang, can you afford to offend me!"

"Zhang Sheng, I haven't been to Hong Kong Island for a few years. I don't know when Hong Kong Island became your number one figure. But there are hundreds of thousands of brothers in the Sanlian Gang around the world. You can't suppress them with just a few guns."

"Let me go and forget what happened today."

Zhang Ziwen frowned: "You didn't understand, or did I not understand?"

"Is the godfather of the Sanlian Gang still the leader of the Sanlian Gang? Hundreds of thousands of brothers have nothing to do with me, and they have nothing to do with others. I'm waiting for him on Hong Kong Island. You give him a call."

At the boss's signal, Zhao Jianjun immediately took the phone and walked to Wang Yu.

"Fight!"

Zhang Ziwen shouted.

Wang Yu moved his mouth but did not dare to give out his number. Zhao Jianjun slapped him in the face, pinched his neck with his fingers, held up his big brother and threatened: "My boss asked you to call."

Wang Yu had to make this call.

Because, since he took out Ya BaZi's name, considering that Ya BaZi might still have some influence in the gang, he had to have a chat with Ya BaZi to see if he wanted to clear the level.

Wang Yu was almost strangled to death, and he quickly struggled and nodded in agreement.

After giving out a series of numbers, I actually got through.

"Hey?"

A Taiwanese accent sounded from the opposite side. Without waiting for anyone to say hello, he greeted directly with a dry and hoarse voice: "Fuck your mother, tell me if you have anything to do!"

"I'm going to attack your mother, I'm Zhang Ziwen, are you Chen Qili?" Zhang Ziwen simply returned the greeting politely.

Chen Qili's voice paused, as if she was wondering who Zhang Ziwen was, or was surprised by the other party's arrogance. After a long while, she asked: "I am from your cousin, what can I do?"

"I work as a cleaner on Hong Kong Island."

Zhang Ziwen said sharply: "Is there someone under your command called Wang Yu?"

"He was looking for a young lady on my property without giving me money. Now I have arrested him. He said that you are his eldest brother and I want to move you out to threaten me."

"How are you going to handle this matter?"

Chen Qili's head almost didn't turn around, she didn't believe it and said: "Crazy, how come Wang Yu is short of money? Give him the phone."

Zhang Ziwen leaned the microphone towards Wang Yu.

Wang Yu immediately shouted: "Hey, he is Zhang Ziwen from Riot Games!"

"puff!"

Zhao Jianjun punched him in the stomach.

Ah!
Chen Qili listened to the screams and heard a new name: "Fist Company?"

Zhang Ziwen took back the call and said: "Stars make money just like young ladies. One is a performer and the other is a prostitute. He hires someone to make a movie without giving him any money. He even sends people bullets and hangs grenades. Isn't this the same as looking for a young lady to give him a whip without giving him any money? , it’s just as immoral as taking someone else’s video!”

(End of this chapter)