I'm a manager at Heliansheng, I only look for legitimate businesses

"Huh? Do you have a way?" Zhang Wen became interested.

"I don't have it, but my boss has it. What do you think? Do you want to try it?" Xi Mijun asked.

"Why not? The boats are empty anyway. Are there so many? It won't be easy to fill them up." Zhang Wen expressed his doubt.

"Don't worry. We'll stop for a week and guarantee that we'll be fully loaded when we come back. After that we'll have to find a place to store it in Hong Kong. Do you have one in Tsuen Wan?" Xi Mijun asked.

"Yes, have you forgotten that I have a logistics park?" Zhang Wen said confidently.

"OK, I'll arrange it, fifty-fifty?"

"Sure, I also have sales channels, as long as you have the goods." Zhang Wen thought of the huge domestic market.

"Well, as long as we bring it back, we won't have trouble selling it."

Chapter 88: Attacked

Tsim Sha Tsui is brightly lit at night, and all kinds of neon signs are particularly dazzling.

I strolled down the street with my thin Wan Chai, whose teeth had almost recovered, looking at the bustling entertainment venues with people coming and going.

Zhang Wen said, "Wan Chai, now it depends on whether you can hold on. Don't let me down."

"Don't worry, boss. I will protect it for you even if it costs my life." Looking at everything in front of him, which was about to be under his management, Xi Wanzai was shaking with excitement. It was totally worth it to get hit these times.

"Land is more important than life. If you don't have enough manpower, go find Ayi. He can lend you soldiers first." Zhang Wen said with a smile.

"Well, we are indeed short of manpower. I will look for Brother Yi." Xi Wanzai replied.

"Do a good job!" Zhang Wen patted his shoulder.

"Squeak~~~" Suddenly, a van rushed over from the road and stopped right in front of them. The door of the van opened, and a man wearing a hood rushed towards them.

"Boss, be careful!" Chonglou behind him rushed over.

"Da da da da~~~~"

Chonglou leaped forward and knocked Zhang Wen to the ground, then rolled over, perfectly avoiding the bullet.

"Fuck your mother~~~" Xi Wanzai picked up a trash can on the street and threw it towards the gunman.

"Da da da da~~~"

"Papa papa ~~~"

The opponent was holding an Uzi submachine gun. Although it had a fast rate of fire and strong firepower, the recoil was too great and difficult to control.

Zhang Wen had already been protected and hid in a dark alley on the street. Then the Wenji security guard behind him took out his pistol and fired back, making the nails of the van rattle.

Seeing that there was no hope, the gunman immediately got into the car and ran away.

"Okay, get up and check the situation to see if anyone is injured." Zhang Wen, who had been protected by Chonglou behind him, was in a sorry state. When he saw the gunman running away, he immediately called out.

"Someone come, protect the boss!" When Chonglou stood up, he did not forget to call people over.

After a while, the police patrolling the street arrived. After checking Wen Ji Security's gun license, he didn't say anything else.

The gunman's frantic actions only caused a few people to have some skin scratched while they were dodging, and a passerby sprained his foot due to fright, but there were no other casualties, and most of the bullets hit the ground and walls on the street.

I can only say that I am a novice.

"Mr. Zhang, we meet again〃〃." As the person involved, Mr. Zhang was left at the scene for questioning. After a while, his old acquaintance Sir Zeng arrived.

"There's nothing I can do. I just bought a property here." Zhang Wen replied helplessly.

"You have a lot of enemies recently, so you even have to use your submachine gun." Sir Zeng looked at the bullet handed over by the evidence, then looked at the interrogation record and was shocked.

"Who knows? Maybe I recognized the wrong person." Zhang Wen shrugged.

"Okay, you can go now. If you have any news, notify the police. Don't do anything on your own. You can also apply for police protection as long as you pay." said Sir Zeng.

"Give money? Go ask how much I have donated to your various police stations. There must be 50 assault vehicles alone," Zhang Wen said angrily.

"Ahem~~Sorry, I don't know." Zeng Sir was embarrassed.

"Hmph!" Zhang Wen took his men away.

Zhang Wen praised Wan Chai for his heroic performance just now.

But he also criticized him, saying that if the gunman had reacted faster, there would be a lot of dead bodies in Wan Chai now.

"Awu, help me check if Zhu Rouhong has sent anyone to kill me?" After getting in the car, Zhang Wen called Jia Qianwu.

"Ah? Is he that fierce? Let me ask for you."

Jia Qianwu has recovered from his treatment a long time ago, and the counterfeit money factory has been closed. Now he is just waiting for Zhang Wen's private car to arrive so that he can start his private car business. The scrap car factory under his control is not just for show.

He is proficient in repair and modification.

"Abao, has anyone sold Uzi submachine guns recently? Please help me find out who sold it and to whom." Then, Zhang Wen called Daquanbao again.

"What? Were you beaten?" asked the big leopard in surprise.

"Well, just now, two magazines were fired." Zhang Wen said directly without hiding anything.

"Understood. Wait for my news." The big leopard replied, suppressing his anger.

Zhang Wen is very important now. He has created 2 million foreign exchange reserves for the country.

How much is the country's total foreign exchange reserves now? It's only more than 20 billion US dollars. Zhang Wen alone has managed to handle one-tenth of it, and the key is that there is still money to be made.

It also controls the third largest society in Hong Kong, which is extremely important for the subsequent overall acceptance.

How could this not make him angry?

"Uncle Deng, I was shot in Tsim Sha Tsui just now. Can the society help me find out who shot me?" Another call was made.

"Bang~, you're not hurt, are you?" The sound of something falling to the ground came from the phone.

"No, I'm a newbie, and I'm using Uzi." Zhang Wen was very touched.

"I know. Fail. I'll take care of it." Uncle Deng breathed a sigh of relief, cursed and hung up the phone.

It is rare to hear Uncle Deng scolding people, which shows that he really cares about Zhang Wen.

That night, undercurrents surged in the Hong Kong underworld.

All the major social groups that got the news were trying to figure out who was so bold as to touch Prince He Liansheng and even use a gun. This was a huge expose.

The next morning, in addition to the community, the police also began to search.

Because the Shenzhen Stock Exchange sent a harshly worded inquiry letter, a major taxpayer in Shenzhen was actually shot on the streets of Hong Kong. This is a very serious public security issue.

The police were slapped in the face. The West Kowloon and Tsuen Wan police stations were in a state of panic. The well-known gossipers and informants on the streets were in trouble. They were dragged into dark alleys for questioning at least several times and inevitably beaten up.

Both the black and white forces worked hard for a whole day but failed to find any clues.

Zhu Rouhong, who had been questioned by Feng Ye all night by the number gang, cried out for injustice and said he wanted revenge.

Those were just threats. Deep down, he really had no intention of offending this rich and powerful Xiao Zi Wen.

This was puzzling, and Zhang Wen was speechless. He even suspected that some little bastard wanted to kill him to get to the top, and it was random. He just happened to have this idea after seeing him last night. This was too difficult to investigate.

After waiting for any news at Wen Ji Restaurant all night, Zhang Wen had no choice but to return to Brothers Building.

There were two women upstairs waiting for him to comfort them.

Downstairs in the building, you can see Wen Ji security personnel everywhere. (Good thing) this was arranged by Da Boyi.

Who knows if this killer will target people around him? He held the two women down on the tenth floor and wouldn't let them leave.

"...husband is young!"

As soon as he entered the house, the two girls rushed into his arms.

"It's okay, it's okay." Zhang Wen quickly comforted.

"What's going on? You don't let us go out, and there are so many guards downstairs." Azhi asked.

"It's okay. I don't know which guy was so bored that he made some noise. I was just worried that you would be unsafe. It's okay now." Zhang Wen said with a smile.

"If it's not safe, don't do it. Isn't it better to just do business?" Azhi said.

"I just do business, I don't do anything else. I don't know who did it. Maybe my brain is not smooth. I still don't know who did it." Zhang Wen looked innocent.

"Then you just stay at home and don't go out." Azhi said anxiously.

"Don't worry, there's no one in this world who can kill me. Let me show you something." Zhang Wen said and walked towards the kitchen. The two girls followed him in confusion.

Chapter 89 I Hate Those Who Lose Their Fans the Most

Zhang Wen picked up a sharp cooking knife and held it in his hand.

"Shit~~"

"Ah~~"

When the sharp knife was pulled out, the sound of the blade rubbing against the skin could be heard. As a result, amid the screams of the two women, Zhang Wen spread out his palm, and there was only a white mark on the palm of his hand.

Then, he used the blade to cut the back of his hand back and forth a few times, but still did not break the skin. The two women were stunned.

"Honey, are you an alien?" Azhi used his imagination.

“Puff~~~” Zhang Wen sprayed.

"I have mastered the Boy's Kung Fu. I am invulnerable to swords and spears and have infinite strength." Zhang Wen said angrily.

"Ah? Will it be bad if you stay with us?" Ah Zhi has read a lot of martial arts novels, so he understands this.

"I'm not afraid of the great success realm, and the more the better, hehe." Zhang Wen said with a sly smile.

"Really? That's great. What do you think of Amei?" Azhi asked quickly.

"No, Amei is too young. Azhen is okay. Although she is small, she is very open-minded." Azhi expressed his objection.

"You guys take your time to discuss it, I'm going to take a shower~~~" Zhang Wen left decisively.

Zhang Wen stayed at home comfortably until 310: pm, when he was called to the execution hall.

When he arrived, two men were lying on the ground in the dog park, beaten beyond recognition.

"Who is it?" Zhang Wen asked the two of them.

"Chuanbao's men, Yutoubiao and his little brother Feiji." Dabaoyi, who arrived earlier, replied.

"Why? Serial bombing is a family rule that is enforced. What does it have to do with me?" Zhang Wen asked in confusion.

"They are not seeking revenge for the bombing. You are blocking their path to wealth." Deng Bo walked out and said.

"Pink?" Zhang Wen asked tentatively.

Deng Bo nodded and said, "If you don't distribute the powder, you will also lead the entire society to not distribute the powder, and you will not allow others to distribute the powder in your territory. This will anger the generals behind them. Promise them that if they kill you, they will give them the supply."

"Haha, you're really crazy about money." Zhang Wen laughed angrily.

"I just warned the general that if he continues to mess with you, I will cut off his hand in Hong Kong, and he has agreed." Deng Bo continued.

"Thank you." Zhang Wen thanked.

"I'll leave these two people to you. I've been busy all night for your matter, and my body can't take it anymore." Uncle Deng moved his fat body away.

"Boss? What do we do?" Daboyi asked.

"Chen Hai, I hate losing fans the most." Zhang Wen said angrily.

"Understood! You go back and I will arrange it." Daboyi started to have people mix cement.

On the way back, Zhang Wen was staring at the scenery outside the window in a daze.

"Boss, my senior brother's kung fu is really amazing, do you want to sign him to make a movie?" Chonglou saw that the atmosphere in the car was a bit depressing, so he found a topic to ask.

"Oh? What's your senior brother's name?" Zhang Wen asked casually.

"Jet Li, the one who played the role in Shaolin Temple." Chonglou introduced solemnly.

"Haha, okay, as long as you can bring him into the company, I will give you two streets to manage." Zhang Wenxi said.

"That's great. I'll contact him right away." Chonglou was overjoyed. Two streets away, with a minimum income of hundreds of thousands a month. His life would definitely be a breeze.

On Saturday, Zhang Wen went to ATV to experience the sound effects of the studio. It was really enjoyable.

The recording of The Voice of China also had a very good atmosphere and rhythm under the interjection of the gold medal host Huang Zhan. Although Rong Shao is a junior, he has the obvious superstar temperament and is the most popular star mentor among the audience.

"Boss, this show is a success!" Huang Xizhao said excitedly.

"Well, register all kinds of copyrights. I guess TV stations from other countries or regions will come to negotiate." Zhang Wen said.

(bbff) "We are already working on it. TVB is the one with the biggest headache right now. The launch of so many of our programmes has overwhelmed them. After investigation, we found that ATV's market share is overtaking ours." Huang Xizhao said with a smile.