Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 642
"Uncle Feng! Hahaha!"

Far away, Wang Chen raised his hand high, shouted exaggeratedly, walked forward with a laugh, grabbed Feng Jingyao's hand, and shook it twice vigorously.

As he opened and closed his mouth, a smell of betel nut and smoke mixed together and sprayed on Feng Jingyao's face.

Feng Jingyao held his breath imperceptibly, and Feng Jingyao couldn't help complaining in his heart.

If he gave birth to such a son, he might die prematurely from anger.

Wang Chen was followed by more than a dozen men in uniform black suits with an expressionless face and axes pinned to their waists.

Under the reflection of the light, the blade of the ax shone brightly with silver light, obviously it had been sharpened and sharpened.

"Come on! Greet Uncle Feng!"

Wang Chen turned around to greet him.

"Hello Uncle Feng!"

More than ten subordinates respectfully bowed to Feng Jingyao.

"Too polite."

Feng Jingyao raised his hand to signal them to get up, and asked Wang Chen with a smile, "Ah Chen, do you bring so many brothers with you?"

"No way!"

Wang Chen sat down on the sofa opposite Feng Jingyao, put his feet up on the coffee table, and said with a smile: "I'm not like you, Uncle Feng. I have more friends than enemies. When you go out, of course you have to be careful." La! I'm not as good at fighting as my father."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and the subordinate beside him put a cigarette between his fingers and lit it with a lighter.

Taking a puff of the cigarette, he slowly exhaled the smoke. Wang Chen lay in the smoke and asked lazily, "Uncle Feng, I haven't seen you for a long time. You suddenly asked me out. Did you need me?"

"Haha! Young people really talk fast."

Feng Jingyao smiled and said: "Yes, I have indeed encountered a difficult matter recently, I am afraid that nephew, you will help me."

"Isn't it? Uncle Feng? You have such a wide network in Shanghai, and you still need my help?"

Wang Chen casually raised his finger to the waiter passing by not far away, and his subordinates immediately stepped forward to stop the waiter.

"This is the drink ordered by the guest at table seven."

The waiter whispered something.

"You won't go get another bottle! You're stupid! Take it to brother Chen's account! Bring two more clean cups! Hurry up! Otherwise, you'll be sent to the river to feed the fish!"

The subordinate said viciously, and snatched the foreign wine from the waiter's tray.

The waiter ran away in fear, and his men brought the foreign wine to Wang Chen.

Taking the bottle, Wang Chen asked with a smile, "By the way, is Cheng Cheng still studying in Beiping? It seems like I haven't seen her for a few years."

Is this changing the subject?

Feng Jingyao frowned slightly, but still said: "She just came back last month, because she made some mistakes, I locked her up at home."

"So let's just say! It's better for girls not to go to school. In today's school, foreigners are taught messy things all day long, and they don't teach any rules at all. Those college students come out to make trouble all day long. If you want me to say, they are not disciplined. "

The waiter took the wine glass, and Wang Chen grabbed the wine bottle, poured wine into the glass, and asked casually, "By the way, Cheng Cheng should get married too, right? Has he agreed?"

The smile on Feng Jingyao's face faded a bit, he shook his head and said, "No, now we advocate free love, let her go!"

"You still have to listen to your parents' orders!"

Wang Chen put a glass of wine in front of Feng Jingyao, picked up his own glass, took a big sip, and asked with a smile, "Why don't you betroth her to me, Uncle Feng, I'm not much older than Cheng Cheng."

Feng Jingyao's smile disappeared, and he understood that Wang Chen was deliberately changing the subject.

He had made it clear that he came to him for help, but this guy still talked about him, obviously hanging on to him.

With a lot of vigilance in his heart, Feng Jingyao secretly reminded himself that this kid seems to be generous, but in fact he may not be as simple as he appears on the surface.

"I have no objection!"

Smiling again, Feng Jingyao looked at him: "You are all young people! Of course you need to get in touch with each other more. If Cheng Cheng likes you, you can also try to fall in love!"

"Then I need Uncle Feng to make more arrangements!" Wang Chen replied with a half-smile, holding his wine glass and looking at him as if nothing had happened.

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Feng Jingyao nodded in agreement, and then spoke again: "Achen, I'm here this time, and I really need your help with something."

"what's up?"

Wang Chen glanced at him with a half-smile, and asked casually, "Is it because of the Fist of Fury?"

Feng Jingyao was taken aback for a moment, a trace of displeasure flashed across his face.

It turns out that you kid already knew it, so you still talked so much nonsense with me!
At the same time, Feng Jingyao became more vigilant.

This happened last night, less than a day later.

And even if there was news that there was a conflict between someone from Jingwumen last night, how did this kid confirm that it was him?
Seeing the half-smile look on Wang Chen's face, Feng Jingyao immediately reacted.

This kid is cheating him!
Although he realized it, Feng Jingyao was stunned for a moment, tantamount to admitting Wang Chen's problem.

The smile on Wang Chen's face became stronger, and he took a sip of wine proudly.

Feng Jingyao secretly sighed in his heart, it really is unbelievable to gossip!

He hadn't seen this kid for a few years since Old Wang passed away.

He also heard all the information about this kid from other people's mouths.

In those rumors, Wang Chen was said to be worthless, no different from a prodigal son.

Influenced by these rumors, Feng Jingyao also had a not-so-good psychological image of Wang Chen.

This kind of psychological image caused him to have a contempt for Wang Chen when he met him.

This directly caused him to fall into a disadvantage in the negotiation, and was brought into his own rhythm by Wang Chen.

"The people of Fist of Fury are not easy to deal with!"

Wang Chen took a puff of cigarette, exhaled the smoke, blocked his eyes, and said with a smile: "I heard that Uncle Feng's men went in this time, fifty or sixty?"

Feng Jingyao's complexion was even uglier, this was his scar.

Nodding his head, he said, "So, I came here this time to borrow troops from you."

Wang Chen was not surprised at all, spread his hands and said: "It's easy to borrow soldiers, but my brothers are all flesh and blood, there are old and young, and if something goes wrong, it's not good for me to be the eldest brother." Tell your family!"

"Make a price!"

Feng Jingyao didn't bother to play tricks on him anymore.

Wang Chen thought for a while and asked, "How many people does Uncle Feng plan to borrow?"

Feng Jingyao stretched out a finger: "One hundred good players who can fight!"

Wang Chen pondered for a moment, and then stretched out a finger: "One price, 100 million oceans."

Feng Jingyao got up abruptly, sullenly shouted: "Why don't you go grab it?"

"Don't be angry, Uncle Feng!"

Wang Chen raised his hand and pressed down with a smile: "It doesn't sound good to grab too much? Isn't this talking about business?"

"Is this called business?"

Feng Jingyao frowned and put his hands behind his back: "A human life is 1 yuan, so expensive, why are you messing with it? How about selling yourself and counting the money?"

The smile on Wang Chen's face disappeared, and he leaned on the back of the chair, and said casually: "The brothers of our Ax Gang, life is worth this price. If Uncle Feng thinks it's expensive, then please hire someone else!"

Feng Jingyao's complexion was cloudy and uncertain, and the alpaca was galloping in his heart.

He really wanted to walk away, but reason held his feet.

After wandering around for so long, how could he not be clear about the reason why there are few people who give charcoal in the snow and many people who fall into trouble?

If too many people knew about his current predicament, perhaps even his company's business would be affected.

Sitting back on the sofa again, Feng Jingyao said with a dark face, "I don't have that much cash in hand."

Wang Chen laughed, put the cigarette butt out in the ashtray, leaned forward, stared at Feng Jingyao and said, "If you don't have any money, you can use your shares in Jianzhong Company to pay for it!"

(End of this chapter)