Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

In the end, Lei Na gave up. To be honest, Du Weiguo's price was not high, it could be said to be very conscientious.

According to the current speculation, the blood beast can fly, teleport, and change human form. It is very difficult to deal with, so Du Weiguo's price is reasonable.

Besides, this bastard, the blood dog, has committed numerous crimes in Europe before, and has been getting away with it all the time. Although it may not be the same one, as long as this dog can be killed.

Let alone 500 million U.S. dollars, even if it is 1000 million U.S. dollars, I believe that the Vatican Holy See, who is so overjoyed, is willing to pay for it.

Although Du Weiguo's words are not smelly, but his words are not rough. Those old gods in red and purple are really rich, so rich.

As for how to extort money from them, this is Lei Na's job, and Du Weiguo is too lazy to care about it.

Leaving Crystal Garden Building in Kwun Tong, Du Weiguo drove to Victoria Harbor with Nightmare, took the ferry that came, and headed across the sea towards Central.

Du Weiguo didn't go whoring for nothing. Now that he has a lot of money, he naturally wouldn't gossip about it and leave something for others to talk about.

With a big wave of his hand, he gave a full 1 Hong Kong dollars to those two short mules who made a living by ferrying across the sea, and chartered a boat for a month!

Du Weiguo didn't mean to prevaricate Uncle Jiu, he was really going to the Bank of China, he wanted to meet with Zhao Mingwei and ask about the specific progress of the collection.

His prestige on Hong Kong Island is now at the peak of the sky, and he is convincing all over the world. No one should dare to stab him, but he can't be careless in everything.

There is also a very important point, he can't let these lawless short mules run amok under his banner.

In the evening, Wanchai, Queen's Road, near the Bank of China office building, there is a restaurant in Xiangtan with a relatively quiet environment.

"Whoosh~"

An elegantly furnished, antique private room on the second floor is filled with indescribable movements, like a pig eating.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, Zhao Mingwei's eyes fluttered, he didn't know where to look, he was extremely cramped.

Du Weiguo frowned, put down his chopsticks helplessly, and kicked Dire squatting fiercely at his feet.

This pig only made 21 suckling pigs in the afternoon, and they were well fed. How long ago did they go out to eat with Du Weiguo, and they were so hungry again.

Nightmare's current favorite food is roast suckling pig, but it is not picky about food, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, flying in the sky, swimming in the water, no restrictions, and likes everything.

Moreover, the eating appearance of this pig is extremely ugly, just like at present, a good fish head with double peppers makes it seem like it is sucking noodles.

After being kicked, Ye Dire was not angry, and raised his dog's face, showing a humanized embarrassing expression, and even wagged his tail cheaply.

Du Weiguo rolled his eyes at it, and reprimanded angrily: "What are you pretending to be, and make a little noise!"

Night Dire immediately nodded knowingly, and when he lowered his head to eat the fish again, his voice became much quieter, and Zhao Mingwei smoothed things over with a smile:

"Mr. Wesley, your dog is really human, strong and majestic, probably even better than the Xiaotian dog."

He was secretly praising Du Weiguo. If Ye Dire was Roaring Sky Dog, wouldn't his master become Zhenjun Erlang?
Du Weiguo is now immune to this kind of tasteless rainbow fart. He smiled lightly and naturally changed the topic:
"Ha, what is the roaring sky dog? It's just an idiot, Director Zhao, so the effect of collecting the bills in the past two days is not bad?"

When it came to business, Zhao Mingwei's spirit was shocked, his eyes were slightly red, and his face showed gratitude, his tone was sincere and excited:

"Sir, this matter, if I really thank you for your generosity, in just two days, our bank has recovered 4356 million in arrears.

Moreover, there are still a number of debtors who have already contacted our bank and made an appointment for the near future to actively settle the arrears, and the total repayment amount is expected to reach 3 million~~”

This result was both reasonable and unexpected. Du Weiguo had roughly expected it, but he didn't expect it to be so smooth.

But if you think about it carefully, it is reasonable. The total amount owed by the Bank of China is as high as 5 million, of which the majority are retail investors.

People, they all follow the crowd, especially these philistine and slippery businessmen. Everyone defaulted on their debts before, especially these big households stood in front of them.

Today, these vicious young and Dangerous boys are holding up the banner of evil spirits to pursue them with great fanfare. The police on Hong Kong Island pretend to be deaf and dumb, and dare not even fart.

Those big households with backers and backgrounds were cowardly, and obediently paid back the money. All kinds of signs are enough to explain a lot of problems. Naturally, those two-faced and three-faced grasshoppers dare not be smug anymore, and they have taken the initiative to admit that they are cowardly.

Du Weiguo was transparent, and instantly figured out all the joints, and nodded noncommittally:

"Okay, that's good, but Director Zhao, don't be too sloppy, those short mules are not kind people, they still need to be restrained.

Don't let them take advantage of it in the name of recovery and do evil, especially taking the opportunity to harm innocent merchants and cause anger and resentment. "

Zhao Mingwei nodded quickly, like a chicken sucking rice, he felt the same way, his face was full of approval:

"Sir, you really have a clever plan, and you can predict things like a god. I just want to report these things to you today."

"Oh, what's the matter? Someone started to fish in troubled waters so soon, doing something wrong?"

Hearing this, Du Weiguo's complexion immediately sank, his evil spirit rose, but he didn't let it out, and the temperature in the private room dropped sharply, just like winter.

When Du Weiguo was in Sijiu City, he worked in the security department and special service department of the rolling mill. He only saved more than 200 lives in his hands.

After leaving the country, it only took about a week to almost break this amount. Up to now, the number of dead souls handled exceeds a thousand.

The beheading of thousands of people is worthy of the name, and the serious killing is as serious as hemp. Now, Du Weiguo's evil spirit has been completely cultivated.

Zhao Mingwei, a frail scholar, couldn't take it even if he showed a trace, his face was pale, his mouth was dry, and his voice trembled:
"Sir, calm down, calm down, so far, the bad situation you imagined hasn't happened, it's just that there's just a hint of it."

Du Weiguo's face turned pale, but his tone was still a bit cold: "If there are any signs, please talk carefully."

Zhao Mingwei stole a glance at Du Weiguo's face, trembling, and said cautiously:

"Actually, I didn't do anything too outrageous, but when I went to Tenda Company to collect money this morning, a "brother" from the club took advantage of the chaos and touched the front lady's thigh, and~~"

Du Weiguo frowned slightly, and Zhao Mingwei fell silent immediately, holding back the words abruptly.

"What else, go on."

Du Weiguo was expressionless and his voice was cold. Zhao Mingwei shuddered fiercely, bit the bullet, and stammered:

"Yes, yes, and what's more, when passing by stalls and shops, I would always pick up some small and unspoken things.

They are all fruits, cigarettes, chewing gum, etc., which are worthless, sir, don’t worry, I have paid for each of these merchants. "

To be honest, these actions are really not too much. These short mules are just some low-spirited hooligans.

It's just that they are playing their own banner now, if these guys ruin their reputation, the loss outweighs the gain.

Du Weiguo tapped lightly on the table:
"Director Zhao, do you think, according to the current situation, do these guys still need to continue to help pursue it?"

Hearing this question, Zhao Mingwei's eyes suddenly flashed a faint light, he subconsciously licked his lips, and said carefully:

"Sir, I, I also wanted to ask you what you mean. I discussed with the leader and wanted to settle a week's salary for these club brothers according to the rules you set before, and ask them not to come again tomorrow~ ~"

"Oh?"

Du Weiguo was a little surprised, as if he had thought of something, curled his lips, took out the cigarette case, lit one, and looked at him with interest, with a half-smile:

"Director Zhao, tell me more specifically, the leader has spoken, how did you say it specifically?"

When Du Weiguo asked, his tone was quite peaceful, Zhao Mingwei put his heart on hold, and boldly replied:

"Sir, please ask these gang brothers to help you recover. It's smooth when you ask for money, but we are a bank after all.

After all, we will be doing business in the future, and now the situation is complicated, and we can only rely on credit to maintain, so~~”

Du Weiguo understood, what Zhao Mingwei meant was that he was worried that the bank would get too involved with these association members and their reputation would be tarnished.

Of course, perhaps in some people's hearts, it may not be a good thing to feel that they have too close contact with themselves.

Now, since the basic purpose has been achieved, it is reasonable to cut off the relationship quickly, so as to avoid getting burned.

To put it more clearly, some "high-level officials" regard these short mules, and even themselves, as chamber pots.

When you need it in a hurry, it is naturally indispensable, but after you finish urinating and feel comfortable, you will naturally dislike the smell of the chamber pot, and you can't wait to kick it far away.

This show operation has been around for a long time, even in later generations it is not uncommon, um, I can’t say anymore, I understand everything, hey~
This style of behavior reminded Du Weiguo of some encounters in Forty-Nine City, and he couldn't help but feel depressed. He didn't expect that today, he has become famous all over the world, and he would be regarded as a chamber pot by the elders.

Du Weiguo was silent for a while, exhaled smoke slowly, suddenly changed the subject, and asked a somewhat abrupt topic:
"Director Zhao, what's the name of the short mule who touched the girl's thigh at the front desk this morning?"

Zhao Mingwei was stunned, his expression was astonished, he didn't react at all, and replied in a daze:

"Uh, the big brother with the prefix "Yi."

"Huh~"

Du Weiguo sneered, took out the satellite phone from his arms, and quickly dialed a number. After the call was connected, he said in a casual tone:

"Brother Qian, I'm Wesley, um, hello, it's a small matter, the brother you sent to help the Bank of China recover.

There was a man named Da Mao, whose hands and feet were not clean. When he was working this morning, he touched a girl's leg, which broke the rules of the world. "

Du Weiguo paused for a moment, he should be listening to the answer from the other end of the phone, and then he said in a calm tone after a while:

"Okay, it's not a big mistake, just breaking three fingers, small punishments and big punishments are enough, brother-in-law, I'm causing you trouble.

Oh, by the way, please help me tell Brother Guolong and He Zhixiong that starting tomorrow, the brothers will no longer have to come to work.

On the Bank of China side, a week's salary will be settled. Personally, I will pay each brother a month's salary, and Da Mao will pay for a year. "

When Du Weiguo took out the satellite phone, Zhao Mingwei was still jealous, thinking that he was trying to show off, and he was secretly ready to give a compliment.

But when he cleared the contents of the phone, he was immediately covered in white sweat, and when he heard it, his face was ashen.

I am Nima!Da Mao's three fingers were about to be broken just by touching his thigh, and his tone was calm, as if he was ordering to buy some fish eggs.

This is not the most frightening thing. The frightening thing is that after Da Mao's finger was severed, all the clubs must know that he must have sued him.

This kind of backstabbing behavior of calling brothers face to face and stabbing a knife in the back is the most chilling, and it is a taboo in the world.

With Du Weiguo backing him up, no one would touch him, but from now on, it is impossible for all associations on Hong Kong Island to have the slightest connection with the Bank of China.

Du Weiguo's operation is equivalent to completely cutting off all ties with a single knife, and the decisiveness is so decisive that it makes people afraid.

In addition, Du Weiguo also sent a message that made Zhao Mingwei desperate.

He just said on the phone that he personally settles a month's salary for each brother. In the past two days, the total number of dwarf mules who helped the Bank of China recover is about 200.

At that time, Du Weiguo set the standard that the daily salary of each person was 50 Hong Kong dollars per day, which was 1500 yuan a month, so the total was 30 Hong Kong dollars.

You know, Du Weiguo helped the Bank of China to recover, but he didn't get any money, and he worked hard, and now he has to pay 30 yuan.

This shows that Du Weiguo himself has made a very thorough settlement with the Bank of China. The love is over, and the two are separated. From now on, bridges return to bridges, and roads return to roads.

In two days, with only one name, he was able to help the bank recover the 3 million owed, such a person who is like a god descending from the earth.

Now, just because of the short-sightedness of some high-level officials, he was completely offended. Zhao Weiming's mentality exploded, and he regretted beyond measure.

"First, sir, this is~~"

Du Weiguo put away the phone, crushed out the cigarette butts, took out a few hundred Hong Kong dollars from his pocket, and threw them lightly on the table, his face was expressionless, and his voice no longer had even the slightest warmth.

"I've invited you for this meal, Director Zhao, the road ahead is long, goodbye Jianghu, take care!"

"Sir, sir, you misunderstood~"

Zhao Mingwei jumped up, shouted anxiously, his voice became hoarse, but Du Weiguo ignored him, didn't look back, and left resolutely.

When the lights came on, after Du Weiguo left the Xiangtan restaurant, he didn't cross the sea to meet Uncle Jiu immediately. He felt a little stuffy and wanted to take a casual walk to get some air.

Not far from the place to eat, is the famous Lan Kwai Fong in Central, the bar street on Hong Kong Island, the place where the lights are the most lively and luxurious.

With both hands in his pockets and a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Du Weiguo walked around like a car, aimlessly, casually.

Dire is like a black ghost, following Du Weiguo step by step, if there is no light shining on it, there is no way to find it.

When passing by a small bar called An Ye, Du Weiguo's eyes suddenly flickered, he stopped, and looked at a small stall on the side of the road with great interest.

This is a small street gambling stall, playing the traditional trick of the Three Immortals Returning to the Cave. There are already many people around the meeting, and it looks quite lively.

The stall's gambling method is very simple, three balls, two bowls, one ball in one bowl, and two balls in the other bowl.

All gamblers, as long as they can guess the bowl with a ball in it, buy one and lose one, and pay as much as they buy.

The owner of the gambling stall is a little old man, probably in his 50s, with gray hair and beard, old wrinkles all over his face, hunched back, and wearing an old-fashioned gray gown.

At this moment, a fat, potbellied, alcohol-smelling man with the Mediterranean Sea on his head was already on top, his eyes were red, and he threw another 500 yuan in front of the bowl on the left, shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Hey! I remanded this, and rushed to the street. I don't believe it. This time I didn't win!"

There are also a few melon-eating audiences who also bought this bowl. The total amount is nearly 700. The little old man showed a sly look in his eyes. He held down the big white porcelain wrist on the left and said with a smile:

"Okay, bosses, buy and leave, no complaints or regrets."

After waiting for a few seconds, seeing that no one continued to place bets, and the old man no longer stained with ink, he stretched out his hand and opened the bowl. There were two red balls lying quietly in it, and it was double!

Du Weiguo curled his lips in disdain. He clearly saw that the moment he opened the big bowl, the little old man quickly flicked a red ball out from between his fingers.

Three Immortals Returning to the Cave is an old trick that has been around for a long time. It can be regarded as gambling or tricks. The key point is that there are not only three balls, but four or five balls.

It is said that there is a master craftsman with superb craftsmanship who can even hide up to seven balls. He really shook his head when he saw it.

"Hey, it's double opening, thank you bosses, thank you~"

The old man smiled all over his face, arched his hands in all directions, slowly put away the banknotes in front of the bowl, and held the three balls in two large bowls again, spinning them for a while at a leisurely pace.

"Okay, bosses, you can place your bets."

Losing again, the fat man was a little annoyed, and was about to turn his back on him, but there was someone in the crowd who was more excited than him.

He rushed out with a whoosh, smashed 500 yuan directly in front of the big bowl on the left, and roared:
"Push the street! I don't even look at this game. My wife is betting on it, so I just bet on this bowl to open the bill. I don't believe it. I lost 13 games in a row, and this one is still a double!"

The fat man, who was already angry from embarrassment, received great psychological comfort when he heard this fool's words, and a sly smile appeared on the fat man's face.

"Ha, this Street Fighter is even worse than me tonight. He even lost his wife. He is a good guiding light!"

Fat Boy thought of this, and immediately took out the last 200 yuan on his body, bet it in front of another bowl, and joked triumphantly:

"Hey! How did I just find out that you are the guiding light of the god-possessed, ha! This is a sure win for me."

He is a typical gambler mentality, he is good at cooking and loves to play, and he is also superstitious. Obviously, this stupid fat man is tonight's sheep.

The desperate guy seemed to have red eyes, and replied cursingly:
"Hit the street! Fat guy, you are the bright light, old man, don't be inked, turn it on!" (End of this chapter)