1990Rage Flag Soldier

Chapter 77 Don’t be surprised for the rest of your life
"Ah Guo, I will leave the airport business to you in the future." Zhang Ziwen took out his lighter, opened the cover with a clang, lit a fire for Deng Weiguo in front of him, looked at him and said, "Don't let me down."

"Thank you Zhang Sheng."

Deng Weiguo stood in the lounge, still wearing his action uniform. He covered the lighter with his hand in flattery, took a deep breath of smoke and said, "A Guo will always remember Zhang Sheng's appreciation."

"Good job."

Zhang Ziwen closed the lid and put the lighter back into the inner pocket of his suit, his eyes full of trust in Deng Weiguo.

When Deng Weiguo was in charge of the diamond factory business, he made no mistakes. He also successfully took down the thief Ji Zhengxiong, helped the company build a reputation and made millions in money.

Now that there is more important business, it is logical to transfer him to the airport as the boss, and leave the factory to He Xiangdong to manage.

He Xiangdong was promoted to business manager, which is the current fourth level in Riot Games. Below him is the operations captain, responsible for team management, and above him is the deputy director responsible for a large business, as well as two directors and bosses in charge of field service and security.

Although Deng Weiguo has not been upgraded, the number of people under his command has increased, and the department has become more important.

His salary has increased to 10,000 Hong Kong dollars, and he already regards Zhang Ziwen as his benefactor.

If the initial bonus of more than 400,000 Hong Kong dollars was not enough for him to recognize his master, after it led him to make a wave of windfall, he turned from black to white and continued to use it again, and he had a steady stream of high-paying jobs.

Deng Weiguo really felt that his life had been rewritten, his life had not been in vain, and it was worth dying for Zhang Sheng.

Zhang Ziwen has high hopes for Deng Weiguo, hoping that he can win Zhang Ziqiang after Ji Zhengxiong and earn tens of millions for the company!
1991 5 Month 12 Day.

Seven gold shops were robbed on Hip Wo Street in Kwun Tong and Tai Po Road in Sham Shui Po at the same time, and gold worth HK$7.5 million was lost.

There were twelve robbers in total, and the entire operation took less than seven minutes.

"coming!"

Zhang Ziwen was sitting in the office of the Empire Center, looking at the Sing Tao Daily in his hand. Just by looking at the title, he knew that the case was committed by Zhang Ziqiang.

Because among the gangsters in the history of Hong Kong, only Zhang Ziqiang had such a meticulous mind and was able to plan a plan to sweep goods at the same time.

"In the gold robbery case, Ye Jihuan is one of the few people who can compare with Zhang Ziqiang. However, gold robbery is Ye Jihuan's main business, but it is just Zhang Ziqiang's practice work. There is a high level of judgment between the two!"

Fortunately, he didn't come to Wan Chai or Mong Kok to touch Boss Zheng's shop, otherwise he wouldn't know whether to hold back if he bumped into him in advance.

"All plans remain unchanged!"

And Zhang Ziqiang will not change.

Haojiang.

Hotel Lisboa, in a suite on the sixth floor.

Zhang Ziqiang was wearing a white suit, with one hand in his pocket, holding a cigar in his mouth and looking out the window.

A brother pressed against the door and exchanged signals with the people outside. He held a gun and slowly opened the door. After confirming that there was no problem, he led people into the house. He put the gun back on his waist and shouted to the big man who was watching the scenery: " Brother Qiang, Le Sehui is here."

Zhang Ziqiang took off his cigar, let out a long breath, and said without looking back: "Give him the goods."

"Yes!"

The two gangsters opened the closet on the wall and threw out bag after bag of black backpacks. A total of six bags fell on the carpet, making the sound of gold jewelry clashing.

Le Sehui eagerly bent down to open the bag. When he saw many jewelry still hanging on the display box, his eyes showed satisfaction.

"The stuff is good, it's 50% off the market price."

Several gangsters drew their guns without hesitation.

Hu Jishu kicked Le Sehui to the ground, pointed his gun at him and said, "Fuck, we agreed to a 30% discount, but now we're offering a 50% discount. Are you looking for death?"

Le Sehui sat on the ground, holding the carpet with both hands, and said with a straight face: "Boss, gold prices are changing every day. Now the wind is so tight and the police are like mad dogs. It's good to get 50% off." "You guys." To rob seven gold shops at once is not just a dozen or twenty kilograms of goods, but a full two to three hundred kilograms. It is impossible to sell them in a short time, so we can only wait for the news to pass."

"But who knows whether the price of gold will rise or fall tomorrow, not to mention that it has to be put aside for three to five years, so the risk is very high."

"TMD!"

Hu Jishu stepped forward and stepped heavily on Le Sehui's stomach. Le Sehui covered her stomach in pain and curled up into a ball, rolling back and forth.

Zhang Ziqiang turned around, walked step by step to Le Sehui, spread his hands, and said playfully: "You have to take risks to receive the goods, but I will take the brothers to grab the goods without risks? I agreed to 30% off, and now you want it. If you want it, you have to want it even if you don’t want it.”

"Stand up and take the things out of the door. In half an hour, I will receive the payment. If it is less than a penny, the whole family will accompany you to the grave."

"My brothers don't have money to find girls, so I don't mind taking turns with your wife and daughter."

"Hurry up and stand up for me!"

Zhang Ziqiang pointed at the ground and shouted loudly. Le Sehui ignored the pain and hurriedly climbed up holding the table. He called the boy guarding downstairs to come up and pick up the goods, and settled the payment with Zhang Ziqiang in person.

Before leaving, Zhang Ziqiang also threw out a roll of Hong Kong dollars: "Please go see a bruises doctor."

Under Zhang Ziqiang's intimidating gaze, Le Sehui had to bend down to pick up the money. As soon as he closed the hotel room door, he couldn't help but cursed: "Damn it, I have been selling stolen goods in Haojiang for so long, and I have never seen this before. Such an arrogant person!”

inside the room.

Zhang Ziqiang received 30% as previously agreed, which is 1.12 million Hong Kong dollars.

Then he divided the remaining money among his eleven subordinates on a per-person basis, and each received 230,000 yuan.

Most of the gangsters present were from housing estates and had never seen big money in their lives. Some had participated in clubs, but they were 49-year-olds who couldn't get ahead.

Everyone was excited and excited after receiving more than two hundred thousand yuan, as if they had made a fortune.

However, Zhang Ziqiang laughed out loud and said: "It's worthless. It's only over 200,000 yuan. How many days will it take to live in the Lisboa Hotel? If you think 200,000 yuan is enough, then take a boat and go back to the housing estate. If you think it's not enough money, flower."

"Brother Qiang!"

Hu Jishu, the gang's second-in-command, opened his eyes wide: "Is there any work left?"

"Let's go downstairs and play cards."

Zhang Ziqiang smiled and waved. He had not yet thought about his next step, but he had clearly realized that robbing a gold shop was just a small matter. After hard work, he only got one million Hong Kong dollars in a hail of bullets.

Work hard!
You have to sell your life for something more valuable.
In the VIP hall.

Zhang Ziqiang sat on a cushioned armchair, raised the ruler next to the cash, and knocked a stack of Hong Kong dollars into the table with an expressionless expression: "One hundred thousand!"

"Tsk."

"I'm pretending to be your mother, little Yakuza."

A rich young man looked disdainful, put his legs on the gambling table, and asked with a cigar in his mouth: "One million, do you dare to follow me?"

Zhang Ziqiang clenched his fists and stared at him. He wanted to kill the other party, but also hated himself for not living up to expectations. Why would he be surprised if the other party called him a million?

"with!"

"one million!"

Zhang Ziqiang told himself not to shock anyone in his life!
Even if you put a gun to his head!

(End of this chapter)