Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Chapter 761 The Birth of the Artifact
This unlucky guy was so frightened to death that his feces and urine were everywhere, and the chamber instantly became stinky.

Du Weiguo frowned in disgust, his eyes were as cold as knives, and he scraped across the front of the knives one by one, with a harsh tone:

"The old coffin inside has been torn apart. Now, is there anyone in your Kowloon Walled City who can speak?"

On the periphery of the meeting hall, near the gate, the swordsmen who were out of Du Weiguo's sight had already been heartbroken and scattered like birds and beasts.

And these unlucky people who were blocked in the outer hall, riding a tiger, unable to get off, in a dilemma, were all silent, they didn't even dare to take a breath, how could they dare to say a word?

Du Weiguo's patience was exhausted, his sword eyebrows raised, like a sword unsheathed, piercing the sky, he shook the Jiuyou lock in his hand lightly, and growled in a low voice:

"What? Is no one coming out to speak? Then don't blame me for being cruel, and kill them all."

Hearing this, everyone turned pale with fright, their thighs trembled, and their crotch tightened. Huo Wei couldn't bear it, and just when he wanted to dissuade him, a hoarse and trembling voice rang out before him:

"Sha, Lord Sha, what orders do you have?"

Following the voice, an unattractive, short and half-grown old man slowly came out from the crowd.

His steps were barely steady, but his face was pale, and his hands under his sleeves were trembling slightly, obviously stiffening.

Du Weiguo glanced at him coldly, and asked in a deep voice: "What's your name, can you speak on behalf of the city? Can you be the master?"

Facing Du Weiguo's fierce eyes, the little old man subconsciously trembled, sweated profusely, secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his voice fluttered, and said bravely:

"Sha~God Sha, I, my name is Wang Dong, I am the vice president of the Walled City Neighborhood Welfare Association, and I dare not call the shots.

But little old man, I was born here and grew up here, and I am quite familiar with people, and I can speak a few words, I wonder if you have any suggestions? "

The little old man was chattering, Du Weiguo felt tired, frowned, and said in a rough voice:

"Let's stop talking nonsense. I'll give you fifteen minutes to send all of Wu Shihao's men out of the city. It doesn't matter whether they live or die. If there is one less, don't blame me for being ruthless."

After finishing speaking, Du Weiguo rolled the Jiuyou lock in his hand forcefully, and walked towards the door in a fast pace. The crowd clattered instantly, and an extremely spacious passage flashed out like splitting waves.

It wasn't until Du Weiguo's back completely disappeared into the rainy night that Wang Dong suddenly slumped on the ground, sweating through his heavy clothes, as if he had been fished out of the water.

These swordsmen who had already been terrified for a long time were just about to rush away when a middle-aged strong man with a beard came out and shouted:
"Putting the street, stop for me, don't move!"

Immediately, the bearded man stepped forward quickly, stretched out his hand to help Wang Dong who was on the ground, and asked anxiously:

"Third uncle, what shall we do now?"

With lingering fear in his heart, Wang Dong wiped the sweat from his forehead tremblingly, and then glanced back at the purgatory-like inner hall.

As if his sight was burnt, he quickly withdrew his gaze and said in a trembling voice:

"Push~Pounce on your mother, what else can I do, hurry up and do it! Jialiang, hurry up and lead someone to search out Wu Shihao, that dead horse on the street, and drive them all out of the city. If there is any dissatisfaction, just beheaded to death!"

The big man frowned, his tone faltering:
"Uncle, if we do this, we will break the rules established by the city for a hundred years, and people will inevitably be dissatisfied in the future?"

Wang Dong was so angry that he jumped into a rage, pointed at the inner hall where the blood flowed like a river, and cursed:
"Ms. Ganni! Jialiang, are you blind or deaf? Didn't you see the broken limbs all over the floor, didn't you hear what Shashen said just now?

The rules of bullshit, if you don't get people out, we will all die, the city wall is gone, there is no future, rush to the street, dead fellows don't die poor daoists, hurry up and do it! "

With a cold face, Huo Wei kept silent and sent Du Weiguo out of the city. He looked around at the dark place and frowned:

"Shashen, you still have so many gunmen outside, are you really going to drive out all the people in the city?"

Du Weiguo handed him a cigarette, lit it himself, let out a long breath, shook his head, and replied indifferently:
"No, I keep my word. As long as Wu Shihao's subordinates are executed, I will not move the city again, and others will not dare to move."

Huo Wei said in a low tone, "Thank you~"

Du Weiguo smiled, and put his arms around his shoulders:

"Brother, come with me, the sky is high and the earth is thick, the sea and the sky are vast, there is a lot to do, don't continue to spend time in the tomb of the living dead."

Huo Wei looked back at the chaotic city wall behind him, smoking a cigarette silently, without saying a word for a long time.

A moment later, more than twenty shivering men with ashen faces came out of the city wall, carrying more than a dozen corpses, pushing and shoving each other.

"Bang Bang~"

This group of people had just walked out of the gate of the walled city for more than 20 meters, when there was a sudden burst of gunshots in the darkness.

The firepower was messy, but it was extremely ferocious, blood splashed everywhere in an instant, and these people fell down in the muddy water like weeds.

Immediately, a lot of capable strong men poured out from all directions, most of these guys were so-called red sticks, with a few lives hanging on them, and they knew how to use guns. They were considered the most elite force in the Hong Kong Island community.

"Bang bang bang~"

They rushed to the front quickly, facing each other and fell in a pool of blood. These lame Hao's men, no matter whether they were dead or alive, just fired their guns.

Immediately, countless men rushed out carrying the oil drums, and loaded the corpses in one after another deftly, and cleaned them up in a short while.

It happened to be raining at this time, and when it was washed by the water, even the blood stains disappeared. Except for the strong smell of blood that permeated the air, it seemed that nothing had happened.

On a street corner not far away, Du Weiguo was sitting on the large back seat of a silver Mercedes-Benz Z250SE, slowly exhaling smoke.

Next to Du Weiguo, the 14K leading prince Zhixiong sat. Zhixiong's posture was very low, his eyebrows were pleasing to the eye, and his tone was humble, even flattering:

"Mr. Wesley, look, are you satisfied with this arrangement?"

Du Weiguo did not speak immediately, but took a drag on his cigarette, flicked the ash leisurely, and turned his head to glance at the luxury cars parked behind.

There are no fewer than a dozen BMWs and Mercedes-Benz, all of which are full of cards. In these luxury cars, the leaders of various associations are sitting, as well as the bosses with the initials.

Tonight, before entering the Walled City to go to the meeting alone, Du Weiguo posted the so-called hero post on Hong Kong Island for the first time.

Through Lei Luo's relationship, all the big brothers in Hong Kong Island who have the reputation and can talk have been invited together.

The evil god has an appointment, who dares not to follow, Zhixiong has always spared his life, he and Du Weiguo still have an old feud, he wanted to escape to Tai O overnight, but after much deliberation, he decided to bite the bullet.

After many years of ups and downs in the rivers and lakes, Zhixiong is also considered humane and has a deep understanding of people's hearts. He knows very well that Shashen wants to establish his prestige.

If he doesn't show up today, he will immediately become a bird in the head. Once the evil spirits come, he can't tell when he will have his head taken away in his sleep in a daze.

14k, led by Zhixiong, has a deep relationship with Du Weiguo, and has dealt with Du Weiguo more than once. Since he first visited Hong Kong Island, he has been dirty.

Of course, the result was that 14K was pressed to the ground and rubbed hard. For this reason, Zhixiong had previously made a secret trick on Du Weiguo and issued an order to kill Du Weiguo.

But now, Zhixiong's heart is clear, he has accepted his fate, and he dare not question Du Weiguo's ability at all.

This guy Shashen is capable beyond the heavens, and he is by no means invincible by manpower. In his heart, he doesn't even have the slightest desire to resist.

In fact, Du Weiguo didn't think about it that much at all, and he buried all the grievances between him and 14k before.

But there is one thing, Zhixiong didn't think wrong at all, Du Weiguo wanted to stand up tonight.

For Liwei, you have to be full of acting. Without an audience, you will be lonely. Therefore, Du Weiguo deliberately acted out this big show of massacre on a rainy night for them.

It is estimated that when the real situation of tonight's big show is thoroughly publicized, these gangs on Hong Kong Island should be able to stop for a long time. At least, in a short period of time, no one will dare to touch Du Weiguo's bad luck again.

Du Weiguo flicked the cigarette butt, and said calmly:

"Prince, if Wu Shihao dies, my business is over. If you want to swallow the fat of the Kowloon Walled City, I don't care about it, but you can't use my banner again in the future."

Zhixiong's expression was very embarrassing, and he was a bit embarrassed, but due to Du Weiguo's power, he didn't dare to get angry, so he rubbed his hands together and smiled dryly:

"Of course, of course, Mr. Wesley, it was all a misunderstanding before. I was kept in the dark by the ignorance of my subordinates and their own nonsense."

What he said was obviously nonsense, but Du Weiguo was too lazy to expose it, and curled his lips noncommittally:

"Prince, please, please help me tell the bosses of the community that Mad Cow will be the only flour supplier on Hong Kong Island from now on.

You can all get goods from him, and then sell them on your respective sites, ensuring fair prices and treating them equally. "

Hearing this, Zhixiong's pupils suddenly shrank violently. Du Weiguo's mouth was too big, it was like a snake swallowing an elephant. It was so obvious that he wanted to monopolize the market on Hong Kong Island.

I should have known that in Hong Kong Island before, Lai Hao was not the only one who was tinkering with the flour business. Although he had the lowest cost and the largest stall, he was definitely not exclusive.

Many gangs on Hong Kong Island have their own channels. They get their goods through brokers in Siam, and they can even sell them to other places. For example, 14K basically covers Tai O and a part of Wan Wan.

Now that Du Weiguo wants to monopolize the business of Hong Kong Island, it is equivalent to choking the throats of many people at the same time. Cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents. This is a big taboo in the world.

Du Weiguo glanced at him with great interest, stretched out his hand to hold his shoulder, with a half-smile expression on his face, and a faint tone:

"What? Brother Prince, are there any difficulties?"

He didn't use any force, but just lightly touched his shoulders, Zhixiong's whole body froze immediately, and he shuddered shiveringly, like falling into an ice cave.

Zhixiong's eyes were dizzy, as if he had seen the god of death waving to him, and his voice stammered:

"No, no problem, Mr. Wesley, as you say."

Money, of course, is a good thing, but it also has to be spent on life. Zhixiong immediately wanted to weigh all the joints, and decisively gave in.

When the goal was achieved, Du Weiguo withdrew his hand with a chuckle, and said in a calm tone:
"Heh, Prince, I'm actually very reasonable, 10% of the profit, I only take 3% of it, 2% goes to Lei Luo's disciples and grandchildren, and the remaining 5% belongs to you."

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Zhixiong was stunned. He originally thought that Du Weiguo wanted the lion to open his mouth and swallow the profits of this business, but he didn't expect to leave such a big space.

If the proportion that Du Weiguo said is true, compared with the original, the profit is not only the same, but even more.

It turned out that most of their supplies came from brokers in Siam. After they arrived in Hong Kong, they only left about 7% of the profits, while Lei Luo and Yan Tong took at least 3% of their profits. less than 4%.

Now, if you keep your home in the ground, you don't need to transport goods, and you can get a full 5% of the profit. Isn't this a good thing?
Zhixiong's face was full of disbelief, and he stammered and asked, "Wei, Mr. Wesley, you, are you telling the truth?"

Du Weiguo nodded: "Of course, I always keep my word, but I also have a rule."

His tone suddenly turned cold, Zhixiong subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "What, what rules, tell me."

Du Weiguo raised a finger, his tone was harsh and murderous:
"I put the ugly words up front, no matter the prefix, even a gram is not allowed to flow to the north, otherwise, I will shovel this gang."

It was late at night, and it was raining heavily. On the return journey, Du Weiguo was driven by Mad Bull himself. His tone was extremely respectful, but his face was still swollen, and he hummed:

"Sir, Brother Hao, no, Wu Shihao's family members hiding in Tai O have been disposed of. They are absolutely clean. 2 million Hong Kong dollars have been transferred to your overseas account."

Du Weiguo was somewhat lacking in interest, and tapped the car window lightly with his fingers, with a lazy tone:
"Mad cow, after tonight, no one on Hong Kong Island will dare to embarrass you anymore, but you must keep a low profile in your actions, and don't make trouble and bully others, understand?"

The mad cow nodded desperately:
"Sir, I understand. I will honestly guard your business, just concentrate on doing things, and I will definitely not use your brand to cause trouble, let alone ostentatiously make people jealous."

This guy is really a smart guy, and Du Weiguo smiled with satisfaction:

"That's right, that's what it means. Making a fortune in silence is the kingly way."

Mad Bull glanced at Du Weiguo's face through the rearview mirror and saw that he was smiling all over his face. Then he took courage, hesitated in tone, and asked cautiously:

"Sir, on Hong Kong Island, it used to be more than 3% of the money on the note, but now it has suddenly become 2%. Detective Lei Luo has friendship with you, but Detective Yan Tong~~"

Yan Tong is also an all-powerful Chief Inspector. Hong Kong Island is currently divided into three regions, which are the main island, Kowloon, and the New Territories.

Among them, Lei Luo is the chief inspector of Kowloon and the two districts of the main island, while Yan Tong is the chief inspector of the New Territories. In theory, he is on an equal footing.

Du Weiguo stroked his stubble, raised his brows, thought for a while, and said disapprovingly:
"It's okay, mad cow, you don't have to worry about these things, just do your own job well."

Mad Bull nodded respectfully: "Yes, sir, I understand."

At 4 o'clock in the morning, the rain became more and more heavy, covering the sky and the sun, and an ordinary apartment on Nathan Road was pitch black. This is the safe house where Lena is currently living.

In the quiet bedroom, Lei Na, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, opened her eyes suddenly like a dead body, and at the same time threw off the quilt vigorously, and threw it towards the door.

Her movements were swift, and while throwing off the quilt, she had turned over like a cheetah, and before she knew it, there was an extra pistol in her hand.

But just as she raised her pistol, a big hand grabbed her slender neck from behind, and then another big hand gently rubbed her fiery red hair.

"Tsk, you're quite vigilant, why? Lena, you bitch, do you still want to murder your husband?"

A low and joking voice sounded in Leina's ears, and her body was immediately deflated like noodles, and she fell into Du Weiguo's arms, complaining angrily:

"Wesley, don't you know how to knock on the door? People are scary, you know? It's the middle of the night, what are you doing here?"

Du Weiguo crossed his arms, took Lei Na into his arms, and said nonsense with a playful smile:

"I'm outside, drenched in the cold rain for most of the night, suffering from hunger and cold, I want to seek some comfort from Director Lei Na."

Leina snorted coldly and snorted:

"Cut, you are suffering from hunger and cold, don't make trouble, Lord Shashen, you are so majestic now, you just single-handedly killed and flattened the Kowloon Walled City.

The backfoot was bloodless, unified the rivers and lakes of Hong Kong Island, and established new rules. Hundreds of thousands of short mules bowed their heads and obeyed their ears, and the ground shook with a single order. "

Hong Kong Island is Leina's territory, so she is naturally well-informed. She knows exactly what happened in the Kowloon Walled City a few hours ago.

But Du Weiguo was still amused by her rainbow fart:
"Ha! Ashamed, ashamed, Lena, if you don't tell me, I don't even know I'm so stupid."

Leina curled her lips with a teasing expression, half-truth and half-fake teasing:

"What do you think? Boss, your influence in the underworld on Hong Kong Island is unmatched. Even Lei Luo has to bow down. You are the well-deserved No.1, the uncrowned king."

Du Weiguo smiled and shook his head:

"Ha! What an uncrowned king, that's enough, don't put gold on my face, by the way, what is going on with that New Territories inspector Yan Tong? Can you move?"

Du Weiguo suddenly changed the topic, Leina froze for a moment, immediately frowned, turned around, with a hint of solemnity in her tone:
"Wesley, now that your goal of establishing your prestige has been fully achieved, I still want to persuade you to let lard boy survive. Why are you eyeing Yan Tong again? How did he provoke you?"

There was a trace of tension hidden in her tone, Du Weiguo immediately became interested, raised his eyebrows, lit a cigarette, and sat casually on the bed:

"What's the matter? Lena, seeing you are so fearful, does this Inspector Yan Tong have all-hands and eyes, and his background is unfathomable?"

Lei Na suddenly felt a little cold, so she didn't answer right away. She picked up the quilt on the ground, shook it and put it on her body, and slowly sat beside Du Weiguo, with a sullen tone:
"Yan Tong is the Chief Inspector General of the New Territories, and also an agent of an underground bank on Hong Kong Island. He is the same as the gold fighter in Korea."

"Shh~"

Du Weiguo understood instantly, whistled, and said in a joking tone:

"Good guy, Yan Tong is actually a lackey of the Freemasonry. No wonder he has been able to stand up for so many years. Lena, I found out that you have a deep relationship between MI[-] and the Freemasonry?"

Knowing what he meant, Lei Na sighed faintly, with a complicated expression on her face:

"Wesley, the Freemasons are powerful and wealthy, they are capital monsters, their power is immeasurable, and these old silver coins have always been hidden behind the scenes to turn the clouds and rain.

They specialize in playing with money, firmly controlling the world's financial and stock markets, as well as the usury of underground banks in various countries. They work together, echo each other, and harvest wealth all the time. "

Hearing Lei Na's seemingly sincere words, Du Weiguo's heart sank slowly, and his brows furrowed deeply.

The magic weapon was born, the big stick of capital was indeed terrifying, invincible in the world, and everything would be turned into dust under the wave.

As long as you are still alive, you cannot do without food, clothing, housing, transportation, food, drink, life, old age, sickness, and death, all of which are covered by the big stick of capital.

Anyone who wants to be a car with a mantis' arms will end up in ashes.

(End of this chapter)