Hong Kong General: I am the leader of Hongxing, I just want to make money

Chapter 12 Don’t call me anymore. I’m afraid Afan will misunderstand me.

Today is the seventh day after Wu Ge's death. The sky is so gloomy that it seems to drip water. The depressing atmosphere is like a heavy dark cloud covering the entire neighborhood. Sha Qiang, wearing a black mourning dress, walked heavily to Wu Ge's home to attend the funeral. Every step seems to carry a thousand pounds of weight, and his mood is complicated and heavy.

Walking into the house, Wu Ge's home was filled with a heartbreaking atmosphere of sadness. The white wreaths were stacked up in layers all over the house, leaving almost no space for them to rest. The air was filled with the strong smell of incense, and the lingering smoke made people feel even more depressed, as if they were suffocating.

Wu Ge's wife Ai Ling had a pretty face, but her lively eyes were now filled with tears, like two dusty pearls, flashing with endless sorrow. Although her tears kept falling, she was still very charming and pitiful. Her fair skin looked even more delicate against the black mourning clothes, as if it would break if touched lightly.

When Sha Qiang looked at Ailing, different thoughts suddenly arose in his mind.

"Sister-in-law, don't be too sad. I will take care of you in the future." Sha Qiang said hypocritically. His voice was deliberately soft, but there was a hint of greed and desire in his eyes. He was thinking: "Such a beautiful woman, now she has no one to rely on, I can take advantage of it."

He pretended to comfort Ailing, saying some empty words, but his eyes wandered around Ailing from time to time, revealing his evil intentions.

After comforting Ai Ling for a few words, Sha Qiang walked out of the room. At this moment, he had the fantasy of getting Ai Ling in his heart, but also felt that his idea was a little immoral.

Walking to the side of the road, Sha Qiang picked up a newspaper, which said that Qin Fan had earned more than 20 million yuan with only 10 yuan. Sha Qiang was so shocked that his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it. His mouth opened wide for a long time.

"How is this possible? What kind of shit luck did Qin Fan have!" Sha Qiang shouted angrily, his voice became sharp and piercing because of jealousy. He was full of jealousy, holding the newspaper tightly with both hands, his knuckles turned white because of the force, and he almost crushed it. He felt extremely unbalanced: "Why is he so lucky! I work so hard here, but I can't get any benefits, but he made a fortune easily. This world is too unfair!"

Sha Qiang stood on the side of the road, gasping for breath, his face flushed red with anger and jealousy, the rage in his heart burning fiercely and unable to be calmed down.

……

In Qiankun Film Company, Liangkun was sitting leisurely on a messy sofa, with a cigar in his mouth and smoke curling around. His thin face was looming in the smoke, making him look even more gloomy.

He casually picked up the newspaper on the table and took a look at it.

He jumped up from the sofa in shock, unable to believe his eyes, and exclaimed: "Qin Fan's luck is too good to be true!" His voice was full of surprise, as if he had been struck by thunder.

Just then, Sha Qiang walked in with his head down.

When Liang Kun saw him, he thought of his consecutive failures in completing tasks and started scolding him.

"You useless thing, you only bring shame to me!" Liang Kun's eyes were wide open, and the veins on his forehead were bulging like angry earthworms. He was full of anger: "This silly Qiang is useless. He can't do anything, but he can only cause trouble!"

Sha Qiang lowered his head and said timidly: "Brother Kun, I..." His voice was trembling, full of fear and helplessness, like a frightened little sheep. He felt very wronged: "I don't want this to happen, I have tried my best."

As he was cursing, the new leader of Causeway Bay, Chen Yao, walked in dressed in a suit and tie.

"Brother Kun, this time it's all thanks to you for your recommendation." Chen Yao's face was filled with a flattering smile. He was carrying a heavy box in his hands, with gratitude flashing in his eyes.

Liang Kun's expression changed instantly, and he warmly greeted Chen Yao: "Hey, Brother Yao, we are brothers, don't be so polite." His face was full of smiles, which was completely different from his attitude towards Sha Qiang just now, as if he had become a different person. He was very happy in his heart: "This time I can make a lot of money."

At this time, Liang Kun's phone rang. Liang Kun answered it, chatted for a few words, hung up, and said to Chen Yao with a smile: "Brother Yao, are you interested in finding a legitimate job?"

Chen Yao became interested as soon as he heard it: "What's the matter?" His eyes lit up instantly, full of curiosity and anticipation.

Liang Kun said: "The sneakers and advanced technology are Afan's. Nike wants to spend five million dollars to buy Afan's technology, but Afan refused to sell it." There was a hint of envy and jealousy in his tone.

Chen Yao was shocked and said, "I don't have much money, Afan, you might not like it." He showed a trace of hesitation and worry on his face. Liang Kun said, "If you don't like it, you won't let me tell you, so how about it? Do you want to invest?" His eyes were full of temptation and expectation.

Chen Yao swallowed and nodded.

Seeing this, Sha Qiang felt even more disappointed and left silently.

When he got outside, Sha Qiang took out his mobile phone and called Qin Fan. After the call was connected, he took a deep breath and said, "Brother Fan, I want to talk to you."

……

In Tsim Sha Tsui, Curry and Chili have just cracked a major arms case, and the police station is filled with the joy of victory.

The two stood in the office, accepting praise from their boss, Superintendent Wong Bing-yao.

Huang Bingyao patted them on the shoulders and said, "Well done, boys!" His face was filled with satisfaction and pride, and his eyes were full of admiration for them.

Curry was very happy: "I have accomplished a great job this time." A bright smile broke out on his face and his heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

La Jiao was also very happy: "I finally got the recognition of my boss." His eyes were shining with excitement, as if he saw a bright future for himself.

At this time, the news that Qin Fan made more than 20 million with only 10 yuan was reported on TV, and the two of them immediately became jealous.

Curry frowned and said, "How come this kid is so lucky!" His voice was full of jealousy, and his good mood disappeared in an instant.

Chili echoed, "That's right, it's not fair!" His face was also full of dissatisfaction.

Huang Bingyao smiled and said, "There are many people in the police force who don't like Qin Fan and have already started investigating him. He will be finished sooner or later."

Curry and Chili smiled when they heard this.

After get off work, Curry changed into a casual shirt and happily called Luo Zuer.

"Joey, let's go to the movies together tonight." There was a hint of flattery and anticipation in his voice, and his heartbeat quickened involuntarily.

It turned out that during the filming of the Tsim Sha Tsui Police album, Curry took the initiative to pursue Joey Lo.

Luo Zuer said coldly: "Curry, don't call me anymore. I'm afraid Afan will misunderstand." There was no hesitation or mercy in her voice.

After hearing this, Curry almost exploded and was filled with jealousy towards Qin Fan.

At this time, dull collision sounds and suppressed groans were heard from the phone.

Suddenly, the call was disconnected and turned into a busy tone.

"Qin Fan!" His face turned gloomy in an instant, and his teeth chattered.

(End of this chapter)