Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 466 478 [Who is arrogant compared to whom]

Chinatown, Zhonghua Building ---
In the room where Song Zhichao stayed, he looked at Jin Jiu with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Niu Xiong had already prepared the Dieda wine, and was wiping the bruises on Jin Jiu's face and body.

"This guy's shots are pretty heavy, Brother Jiu, you've met a master." Niu Xiong said, pouring a handful of Dieda wine with one hand, and rubbing Jin Jiu's face vigorously. .

"Fuck, take it easy!" No matter how man Jin Jiu was, he couldn't stand Niu Xiong's tossing like this.

Niu Xiong just chuckled, "It's easy to rub the medicinal wine into it, and the bruises are easy to dispel——you just have to be patient."

So Jin Jiu bared his teeth.

Song Zhichao inquired about what had happened in detail, and finally patted his shoulder, saying to Jin Jiu, "Thanks for your hard work!"

Jin Jiu looked ashamed and said, "I'm sorry, brother Chao, I've embarrassed you."

Song Zhichao smiled and said nothing.

Immediately, Song Zhichao walked to the hanger, picked up his suit jacket from the hanger, and said to Niu Xiong: "Just give him a wipe, let's go over there!"

Seeing that Song Zhichao was going to take Niu Xiong to see Lord Hong, Jin Jiu hurriedly got up and said, "I'll go too," regardless of the pain in his body.

Song Zhichao glanced at him and nodded, "Okay, let's go together!"

……

Los Angeles Chinatown, General Chinese Chamber of Commerce——
At the door, Song Zhichao asked Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong to wait outside, and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door of the chamber of commerce opened, and a person came out to look at Song Zhichao, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Are you the boss Song that the bald man said?"

Song Zhichao narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "You are?"

The man smiled defiantly, and without looking at Song Zhichao, he stared at the bruised and swollen Jin, pointed at his own nose, and said arrogantly, "Remember my name, my name is Hong Ying!"

……

Inside the chamber of commerce——
Hun Sen was sitting in his study, drinking tea, oh no, drinking wine.

Unlike many old people who like to drink tea, Hun Sen has never liked to drink tea. He only likes to drink alcohol, and only that kind of liquor, Moutai, Jiannanchun, Erguotou, foreign whiskey, vodka, brandy, no matter what kind of wine , as long as it can make him slightly drunk, it is good wine.

At this moment, what Hun Sen is drinking is Moutai.

Others drink tea, he drinks wine.

And he still uses the kind of tea cups to hold the wine, so if people who don't know his background, seeing his appearance, they must think that he is a tea lover.

"Master Hong, the one surnamed Song is here." As his right-hand man and adopted son, Hong Ying came in to report.

Hun Sen nodded, put down the wine glass, flicked the white porcelain bottle of Moutai with his fingers and said, "This wine is good, get me a few more bottles to hide!"

Hong Ying laughed and said, "Yes!"

In order to get this treasured Moutai, Hong Ying even sent someone to the mainland. Now that he is appreciated by the old man, he is happier than anyone else.

"Okay, let them come in, I want to see who that boss Song is, how would he know..."

Hong Ying pricked up his ears, but Master Hong hesitated to speak, raised his eyebrows and said: "Go, let them in."

Hong Ying was curious, but he didn't dare to ask if Master Hong didn't say anything. He really didn't know what kind of plane that Song had built so that Master Hong valued it so much.

After a while, footsteps sounded.

This time, Hun Sen did not meet Song Zhichao and the others in the living room, but asked Hong Ying to lead them directly to his study.

The huge study room is filled with all kinds of books—I don’t know if Hun Sen has read them, but they are all neatly arranged, which looks very cultural.

If it weren't for the bookshelves, in addition to books, there are so many Chinese and foreign liquors and foreign wines in various formats, which greatly reduces the cultural atmosphere of the bookshelves, and the atmosphere of the whole study room will be more plentiful.

Hun Sen was wearing a Tang suit, sitting on an octagonal chair, one foot was wearing a high-soled cloth shoe, the other was bare, and one hand was still clasping the ankle, holding a wine glass and tsk-tsk sounded, seeing Song Zhichao and the others coming Then he put down his wine glass, squinted at Song Zhichao and said, "Are you the one who wrote to me?"

According to the rules of the world, Song Zhichao clasped his fists and said, "I'm right here."

"Hahaha, good good good good good good good good!" Hun Sen said three good times, then put down his glass with a snap, and said, "You will write to me, and you are from Hong Kong. Needless to say, you must ask me for something—but I'm curious, why should I help you?"

Song Zhichao clasped his fists again neither humble nor overbearing: "We are all sons and daughters of the Chinese nation, connected by blood, and it is not impossible to help each other outside --- besides, Master Hong, you are well-known and like to help others with righteousness. Of course you will not give up on small things like me. It doesn't matter, does it?"

"Hahaha, young man, don't put a high hat on me. I don't like your grandpa!" Hun Sen laughed loudly, put his foot into the cloth shoe that he had taken off, and put his finger under his nose to smell it. , then walked over, with hands behind his back, looked up and down around Song Zhichao, turned around, and suddenly said, "Do you know me?"

Song Zhichao smiled slightly, "How could it be, this is the first time you and I have met Master Hong."

"That's it, you and I met for the first time, but how do you know the secret of our Hong family?" Master Hong suddenly stared at Song Zhichao with lightning-like eyes.

With Master Hong's instruction, there was only a creak, and the door was closed.

The whole study room turned into a cage.

Hong Ying stood proudly at the door, not paying attention to Niu Xiong and Jin Jiu at all.

Looking at Lord Hong again, his eyes were burning, the meaning was obvious, as long as Song Zhichao didn't answer well, it might be difficult to walk out of this door smoothly today.

Song Zhichao smiled, walked over to the place where Lord Hong was drinking just now, picked up the bottle of Moutai, and poured himself a glass of wine.

Under the watchful eyes of Master Hong and others, he picked up the wine glass, drank it down in one gulp, and praised: "Good wine!"

Master Hong said coldly, "You've drunk the wine too, so you can talk now—how did you know our Hong family's secret sign language?"

It turned out that in the last part of the letter Song Zhichao wrote to Hun Sen, he drew a very strange sign language with a brush, similar to the tantric seal.This sign language is a secret that only the head of the Hong family has known for a hundred years.Through this sign language, as long as your surname is Hong, you can contact other branches of the Hong family and get endless help. In a word, the Hong family in the world is one family, but here, the Hong family in the world are relatives.

Because of this, Hun Sen was surprised, knowing that Song Zhichao's surname was Song and not Hong, how could he know this secret?
Facing Hun Sen's questioning, Song Zhichao remained calm. He smiled and said, "I can answer this question for you, but before I answer your question, I have something to do first!"

Before Master Hong could agree or disagree, the arrogant Hong Ying pointed at Song Zhichao and said, "What are you? How dare you bargain with Master Hong?"

Before Hong Ying could finish speaking, Song Zhichao suddenly picked up the Moutai bottle and threw it at Hong Ying's head.

Boom boom boom!
Hong Ying was caught off guard, even though he was a master among the masters, he never expected that Song Zhichao, who appeared to be gentle and gentle, would make a sudden attack in front of Master Hong.

The head was hit by a wine bottle.

One, two, three!
Finally unable to bear it, Hong Ying became dizzy for a while, her legs went limp, and she was knocked unconscious on the ground.

People around: "..."

Master Hong even said: "..." He opened his mouth wide and stared at his old eyes—at such an advanced age, Song Zhichao was the first person he saw who dared to commit murder in front of him.

Look at Song Zhichao again, after knocking Hong Ying unconscious with a wine bottle, he threw away the wine bottle, took out a handkerchief in his arms, wiped his hands, then threw the handkerchief on Hong Ying's blood-stained face, and said to the half-dead Hong Ying He said: "Remember my name, my name is Song Zhichao!"

(End of this chapter)