Hong Kong variety show: This gangster is so wicked he's practically wicked.

Chapter 79 You think you can order me around with a million dollars?

Sister Hong looked up and followed the sound to Xiao Fu.

Xiao Fu's upright and handsome face, paired with a black jacket, made him look exceptionally dignified.

"Can you really help me?" Sister Hong asked anxiously.

Xiao Fu countered, "Have you paid the property management fees?"

Sister Hong nodded, "I paid it on the day your martial arts school opened."

Xiao Fu nodded and called Yi Zai, who was on duty at the martial arts gym.

A short while later.

When Yi called back, Xiao Fu repeated, "Brother Qiang said you should send someone to the martial arts school to find him."

Sister Hong nodded and did as she was told; she couldn't let go of any hope, no matter how small.

Qiangsheng Martial Arts School.

Inside Gao Qiang's office.

With tears in her eyes, Sister Hong poured out her heart to Gao Qiang: "Yesterday, Jialing promised me that she would come back to celebrate my birthday after work."

"She called me when she got off work."

"Who knew that an hour later, he still hadn't returned, and he wasn't answering his phone either."

"I contacted her colleagues at Dream Paris, and they all said they saw her get into a red taxi."

Sister Hong wiped her eyes and said her deduction: "Brother Qiang, I suspect that Jialing was kidnapped by the Rain Night Butcher."

Gao Qiang narrowed his eyes slightly and tapped his fingers on the table.

Could it be such a coincidence?

I just drew the information about the Rain Night Butcher, and someone got kidnapped.

Ironically, the person who was kidnapped was Jialing, a former colleague of mine who had a grudge against me.

Things started to get interesting.

"Have you asked Ah Le? The owner of Dream Paris?" Gao Qiang asked.

Sister Hong shook her head. "I don't know who the owner of Dream Paris is."

Jialing never mentioned anything about work to him.

After all, neither of them was doing any respectable work.

Gao Qiang hummed in agreement and then called Ah Le: "Godfather."

Gao Qiang's use of the term "godfather" was tinged with sarcasm.

"Ah Qiang, I didn't expect you would still call me godfather." Ah Le said in surprise on the other end of the phone.

I'll keep calling you godfather so you can relax and I can kill you later.

Gao Qiang didn't reply, but said calmly, "I want to ask about Jia Ling; she's missing."

"Jialing's mother is my homeowner, and she came to me for help."

Ah Le was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, then slowly asked, "Didn't you and Jia Ling have a falling out? Why are you helping her?"

Gao Qiang explained, "I'm not helping her, I'm helping her elderly mother. She paid the property management fees, so I have to do my part."

A cold laugh came from the other end of the phone: "Qiang, you've come all the way here to put on an act?"

"But I admire you, I've always admired you."

"I think you and I are very similar. We both use our brains, are good at hiding our true intentions, and will stop at nothing to achieve our goals."

"We don't need to make things so tense. Wouldn't it be better to make money together?"

Ah Le still has expectations for Gao Qiang.

After leaving, Gao Qiang did not completely turn against him in public, saving him face.

Gao Qiang frowned slightly and asked directly, "Do you know Jia Ling's whereabouts?"

Ah Le coldly replied, "I don't know, it's not important."

Gao Qiang hung up the phone after getting the answer.

"Brother Qiang, is there any news?" Sister Hong leaned forward, her face full of concern.

Gao Qiang shook his head. "Ah Le doesn't know either."

Sister Hong sighed deeply and slumped back in her seat.

What am I thinking?

Even the police can't solve this problem, yet I still pin my hopes on gangsters.

At this point, we have no choice but to try anything, at least we can still make an effort here.

What if Gao Qiang is just waiting for me to ask for money?

Sister Hong straightened her back, swallowed, and looked at Gao Qiang, who was flipping through the phone book, and said, "Brother Qiang, as long as you help me find Jia Ling's whereabouts, I'll give you all my money."

Gao Qiang glanced at her briefly before continuing to search for Long Gen's phone number.

Seeing that he wasn't interested, Sister Hong gritted her teeth and held up ten fingers: "I have a million, I can give it all to you."

She only had three or four hundred thousand yuan, but for her daughter, she had no choice but to go all out.

Gao Qiang sneered, "One million, that's quite a lot."

Hongjie thought there was hope, and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.

But Gao Qiang abruptly changed the subject, his gaze sharpening as he stared at Sister Hong: "Jialing didn't tell you that I had a falling out with him when we worked together at Dream Paris, did she?"

"Ah Le was wondering why I was helping Jia Ling."

"You think you can order me around with a million dollars?"

"I'm willing to take you in and call Ah Le only because you paid your property management fees."

"I've already been very accommodating to you, but you don't seem to respect me much."

Sister Hong's face fell, turning as black as the bottom of a pot, and her tightly clenched hands were slightly sweaty.

Her subconscious told her to run away, but her legs were already weak and wouldn't obey her commands.

"Brother Qiang, that's not what I meant."

Gao Qiang silently gazed at her: "You're very lucky. Qiangsheng Property just opened and they're having a big promotional event."

"I will not refuse any reasonable and legal request from homeowners."

After saying that, Gao Qiang called Cao Dahua: "Dahua, issue a bounty in the name of Qiangsheng Property, offering a reward of 100,000 yuan for information on Jialing's whereabouts."

"Jialing?"

There was a moment's hesitation on the other end of the phone before the voice slowly said, "Brother Qiang, I remember she made things difficult for you in Dream Paris. Are you really going to help her?"

Cao Dahua focused on the key points.

Gao Qiang explained, "I'm not helping her, but the homeowners who have already paid their fees. It just so happens that her elderly mother is one of our clients."

"The last time Jialing's colleague saw her was around 4 a.m. today, at the entrance of Dream Paris, when she got into a red taxi."

Cao Dahua replied, "Received, Brother Qiang, do it now."

Gao Qiang hung up the phone, put it down, and looked at Sister Hong with a smile: "Leave your phone number and go back to wait for news."

After he finished speaking, he handed the phone book to Sister Hong.

As she wrote, Sister Hong lowered her head and said, "I'll bring you the money later."

Gao Qiang said coldly, "You're bringing up money again? I'm helping you out of a sense of responsibility and friendship."

"I don't know what I did to make you think I'm so worthless, such a money-grubbing person."

"Brother Qiang, that's not what I meant."

Sister Hong didn't dare to look Gao Qiang in the eye, and handed the phone book back to her as she spoke.

"Go back and wait for news."

Gao Qiang gave her another order to leave, and Sister Hong left shakily.

After Sister Hong left, Gao Qiang closed the office door.

He called Jiaqian Ge again: "Awu, I'll give you an address. Go check it out for me and see if there's a woman being held captive."

"Just look? If there's something there, should we rescue it?" A-Wu asked.

Ask more questions to uncover customer needs and increase the chances of getting more money.

Gao Qiang said, "No need. If there's no danger to their lives, let's leave it at that for now. Just make sure it's not discovered and keep it a secret."

"Three thousand," A-Wu quoted.

Gao Qiang agreed: "Okay, the address is—"

After making the arrangements, he took a van straight to Mong Kok, where Lei Meizhen was going to treat him to soft-boiled abalone for lunch.

Things need to be done, and meals need to be eaten.

I've been busy for a month or two, and I can't even enjoy myself?

Mong Kok.

Fidelity Building.

This is a single-building residential villa.

Compared to the public housing where Gao Qiang lived and the tenement building rented by the martial arts school, being able to live in a Western-style house was already a sign of being middle class.

Inside a two-bedroom suite.

"Meizhen, did you not wash this abalone?"

Gao Qiang spat out the half-eaten abalone from his mouth and looked at the other half he was holding with his chopsticks with a puzzled expression.

He leaned closer and smelled it again: "Why is it so salty? And it has a strange smell too."