This is Michael Corleone's private number, and only a handful of people possess it; each one is a guest of honor in the Corleone family.

beep.

The call was answered quickly.

“Ni, I’ve been waiting for your call for so long, and you finally called.”

How are you finding life on Hong Kong Island?

A slightly hoarse male voice came from the loudspeaker.

Just by looking at his voice, one can imagine that the person on the other end of the phone must be a mature and steady man.

"Everything is fine, except that the neighbors around here are not very polite."

Ni Yongyao smiled.

The two were close friends despite their age difference. Michael Corleone did not act arrogantly because of his status, but spoke to Ni Yongyao as if they were peers.

After exchanging pleasantries, Michael Corleone said, "I bet you're in trouble, otherwise, given your personality, you wouldn't have called me."

"There is indeed a problem. I need a batch of weapons and equipment. Do you have any channels for that?"

Ni Yongyao said directly.

"Weapons and equipment? Pistols? Or submachine guns?"

"Michael Corleone asked."

The Corleone family, once a dominant force in New York, has now transformed itself and gone straight to the corporate world.

But it still maintains its due military strength.

Michael Corleone assumed that Ni Yongyao needed light weapons and planned to ship a batch directly from the family warehouse to Ni Yongyao.

"No, what I need is a complete squad-level firepower, along with supporting vehicles and communication equipment."

Ni Yongyao said calmly.

These words left Michael Corleone speechless for a full half minute.

“Ni, are you planning to attack the Governor’s Mansion? Only professional arms dealers can meet your needs.”

Michael Corleone said.

"That's why I'm calling you."

Ni Yongyao said.

Ni Yongyao believed that with Michael Corleone's connections, he could easily get in touch with professional arms dealers.

"Okay, I'll help you take care of this."

Michael Corleone pondered for a moment and then said.

"I owe you a favor."

Ni Yongyao said.

“Ni, we’re friends. You helped me so much back then, and now I’m just helping you out with a little trouble. It’s not about favors.”

Michael Corleone said with a hint of displeasure.

"Thank you very much."

Ni Yongyao didn't say anything more.

The call ended immediately.

five minutes later.

"Drip drip!"

Ni Yongyao's mobile phone rang; the caller ID showed an unfamiliar foreign number.

"I am Ni Yongyao, who is this?"

Ni Yongyao answered the phone and asked.

“Mr. Ni, my name is Yuri (from the movie Lord of War). Lord Corleone just contacted me and said you need a batch of weapons?”

A middle-aged man's voice sounded.

"That's right, you can provide squad-level firepower and equipment?"

When Ni Yongyao heard the unfamiliar name You Rui, he couldn't immediately recall who it was, nor did he pay it any mind.

"Of course, I'm a professional."

I can get you everything you need, but shipping it to Hong Kong Island is very risky and will be more expensive.

Yuri said.

Price is not an issue.

Furthermore, this is only the first batch; if this transaction goes smoothly, there will be a second and third batch.

Ni Yongyao said.

Upon hearing that it was a big deal, Yu Rui immediately became interested and hurriedly said, "It's not convenient to talk on the phone. I'll take a plane to Hong Kong Island right away to meet with Mr. Ni in person."

"Okay, I'll send someone to pick you up from the airport."

After Ni Yongyao finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Yu Rui's enthusiasm was something Ni Yongyao hadn't expected.

However, since the person was introduced by Michael Corleone, he must be reliable.

The issue of arms was temporarily put on hold. Ni Yongyao tossed the mobile phone to Kuriyama Chiaki and then walked towards Kunji Food Stall.

Around 10 p.m. is a good time for a late-night snack.

Kun Kee Food Stall.

"Mr. Ni, what would you like to eat?"

The food stall owner saw Ni Yongyao coming over and immediately ran over to ask him what was going on.

"Old rules."

Ni Yongyao found a seat and sat down.

Soon, several dishes were served.

"Mr. Ni, please take your time eating."

The boss said.

Ni Yongyao nodded and was about to pick up his chopsticks.

Just then, a woman came to the food stall, stared intently at the food in front of Ni Yongyao, and swallowed hard.

Then he looked at the food stall owner and asked in a low voice, "Boss, can I...buy a bowl of noodles on credit? I'm penniless right now, but I'll definitely pay you back when I earn some money."

"Young lady, did you smuggle yourself in from the mainland?"

Ni Yongyao suddenly spoke up.

"what?"

The woman was startled and stammered, "I...I don't know what you're talking about."

Ni Yongyao smiled and didn't press the matter further. Instead, he called out to the shop owner, "Give her a bowl of noodles."

"Okay, Mr. Ni."

The boss immediately got to work.

Seeing this, the woman gave up her idea of ​​running away and carefully found a place to sit down.

"What's your name?" Ni Yongyao asked.

“Hong Kong, Hong Kong student (from the movie “Righteousness Over the Sky”).

The woman replied timidly.

Upon hearing the name, Ni Yongyao was certain he hadn't mistaken the person.

The woman before me is indeed a goddess to two generations.

Hong Kong student is very young, looks to be under twenty, has braided hair, wears a floral shirt, and is quite different from the trendy women of Hong Kong Island.

Although her clothes were unfashionable, her face was extremely pretty, and her long legs were especially alluring.

What brings you to Hong Kong Island?

Ni Yongyao asked.

"I'm looking for my aunt."

The Hong Kong student replied obediently.

“You are an undocumented resident in Hong Kong. If you encounter the police, they will definitely deport you back to the mainland.”

"Ah? What should we do?"

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