Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 211 107: Divide the money on the spot

Back then, the situation of the Gaoliang River God of Chess was not just good, but very good. It was a journey from one victory to another, and he took five of the Eighteen States of Yanyun.

But before the Battle of Gaoliang River, the reward that should have been given out was delayed by the God of Cars, and he even seemed to be refusing to pay.

The imperial guards of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms specialized in dealing with the disobedient leaders, especially the Xi people who stood in front of them. The Jurchens were even more lazy and just gave up, which led to the famous historical scene of the God of Cars getting shot in the butt and the donkey cart drifting.

It is better to pay military salaries and rewards sooner rather than later. Chi Mengli does not want to end up being shot eight times and buried in the mud of Nanshuiwei.

The gunshots continued, and the excitement continued.

Ying Weikun was pulling two suitcases and walking through the woods with difficulty. It was difficult to walk in this bush forest normally, let alone pulling two heavy suitcases.

"Brother Kun! Here."

On the big rock right in front of him, Manli Niu and Jimi were standing on it, waving at him.

Seeing that it was one of his own, Ying Weikun's heart skipped a beat and he cursed, "What the hell! He didn't choose the old road, but chose a small road. This made people focus on him! Flop!"

He cursed in his heart, but his face was still full of smiles. He shouted to Ji Mi and the others, "Boss, it's so heavy! If you hadn't come, I would have had a hard time!"

Ji Mi, who was standing on the stone, smiled but said nothing. He was pulling two boxes of banknotes, which of course felt heavy. And his henchman not only felt heavy in his hands, but also felt his feet were crooked and his heart was wild!

See through it but don’t say it out loud, just continue to be friends.

He reached into his jacket pocket, holding a Black Star pistol with the safety off, ready to draw and shoot at any time.

You should not have the intention to harm others, but you should also be on guard against others. You should be on guard when it is necessary. After all, when a gangster sees real money, his eyes will turn red and he will not recognize his relatives.

Manli Niu, who didn't understand the situation, still smiled and said to Ying Weikun: "Brother Kun, Grandpa just said that we should share the flowers. Brother Kun, you have made a great contribution this time, so you will definitely be included!"

"Oh my god! A big demolition man like Eight-Faced Buddha can't even get a box of golden bulls! You're such a weakling! Let me help you!" After saying that, Manli Niu stretched out his hand, wanting to help Ying Weikun share the weight.

Seeing Manli Niu's outstretched hand, Ying Weikun felt very embarrassed. He really didn't want to hand over the large suitcase in his hand. Although a lot of money was given away, there must be at least more than 10 million in the two suitcases.

But Brother Jimi was standing behind him with his hands in his pockets. Even a fool could tell that he must be holding a short dog in his hand. If he dared to refuse, he would definitely take action.

When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. He could only face the situation and reluctantly hand over one of the suitcases. When he saw Manli Niu carrying the suitcase up the mountain, Ying Weikun's heart was bleeding.

Ji Mi did not move. He jumped down from the rock only after seeing Ying Weikun walking up the mountain resigned to his fate. A Kun was smart and cunning, so he would definitely be tempted by money. However, anyone would have second thoughts when faced with 15 million in cash. This was human nature and not an exaggeration.

As long as he didn't really take the wrong path, he could be forgiven for using guns and cannons after seeing his sworn brother.

But he did not completely let his guard down. He always walked at the back because he was afraid that Ying Weikun and Manliu would turn against him.

The three of them went up the mountain two in front and one behind and came in front of Chi Mengli.

"Ah Kun, you did a good job. You didn't embarrass your boss. You've been sweating a lot. Come over and have a soda. You and Ah Niu have worked really hard this time." "Ah Dong, open all the boxes and count them."

After hearing Brother Sheng's instructions, Bo Xidong walked up to Ying Weikun and Manliu, took the two large suitcases, and pulled them aside to count them.

When Ying Weikun saw the money that should have belonged to him, he said goodbye to himself completely. He felt like his internal organs were burning and his heart was bleeding, but he still had to put on a forced smile. He took the soda bottle handed over by Chi Mengli and said, "Thank you, Grandpa. It's not hard. This is what I should do."

"Oh right! Grandpa, this is the contract. I was afraid of getting in trouble if the police found it, so I brought all of it back."

He quickly reached into the backpack he was carrying, took out the blood-stained contract, and handed it to Chi Mengli.

The blood-stained contract was indeed a hidden danger. Chi Mengli nodded and took the contract paper. He knew in his heart that Ying Weikun in front of him was not a brawny thug, but a sharp-minded guy.

He took out a Dupont lighter, lit the contract paper in his hand, threw it on the ground, watched the contract papers burn into a big fireball, and then the burnt ashes drifted away with the wind.

"Brother Sheng, I have made it clear."

After fifteen minutes, Bo Xidong finally counted the money in the two suitcases. He pounded his aching waist and said, "The total is 12.24 million."

It was Chi Mengli's order to divide the money among Do and Tony. He nodded and said, "This time, A-Kun is the most meritorious. Give A-Kun three million."

Even though Bo Xidong had objections in his heart to Chi Mengli's order, he carried it out unconditionally. He swiftly counted out three million and placed them on the grass beside him.

"Brother Xizi, you have a sharp eye. Go find some woven bags and divide the loot!"

Chi Mengli turned around and told Xizai who was standing behind him to take out the woven bag he had bought at the convenience store. Then he smiled and said to Ying Weikun, "Ah Kun, you have a bag, so don't just stand there and take your share."

"By the way, after you get this money, you can't stay in Hong Kong. Today's plane is too big, the police will slowly track it down within two to three years."

"Australia, Canada, and the United States are all good places. With three million in cash, you'll be rich no matter where you go. But don't sell your apartment in Hong Kong. It will definitely increase in value in the future."

Leave Hong Kong!

Ying Weikun thought about it, looked at the three million bills on the ground, and without any hesitation, he nodded in agreement and started to put the bills in.

"Ah Niu has been tired for several days. Although he didn't perform a solo show, he has worked hard even if he has no credit. I will give Ah Niu one million to take a break. Soho Bar, I'll leave it to you from now on."

Seeing that Ying Weikun was willing to leave Hong Kong, Chi Mengli's original idea of ​​wiping out the roots disappeared. Then he looked at Manli Niu and asked Bocaidong to give one million to Manli Niu.

Hearing that he had suddenly become a millionaire, Manli Niu quickly stood up and said excitedly: "Thank you, Grandpa! Thank you, Grandpa!"

"I will definitely behave well and help you, Grandpa, to keep the place."

(End of this chapter)