Prosperity: Conquering Billions of Gambling Kings

Chapter 65 Let Your Master Speak Out

These people can distinguish one or two of the smoke and soil packaged in this way as soon as they pass the tip of their noses.

"All these goods are withheld, and wait for Mr. Tan to dispose of them." Cheng An, Tan Zhao's subordinate, waved his hand, and the entire batch of tea leaves was withheld, and turned to stare at the man who followed rhyming, "So much smoke, handwriting Not small. But this boss looks very familiar."

The man was surrounded by his men at the dock, and his whole body couldn't help shaking.

"Brother Cheng, it looks like he's just a handyman. Hey, who is your master? Let him speak up!"

The man's face was pale, and there was a layer of sweat on his head.

"Mr. Tan is here."

I don't know who yelled, and the crowd gathered in a pile suddenly spread out to both sides.

Tan Zhao walked towards this side with big strides, his sharp steps seemed to be swept by a strong wind.

Beside him, Rong Chen, whose face was like a mirror, followed.

"Mr. Tan, fourth master."

There was a round of greetings in unison.

"Cheng An, what's going on?"

Tan Zhao came over, his sharp eyes swept over a batch of goods that had been seized next to him.

Cheng An didn't say much, and directly opened a box, pushed aside the tea leaves on top, and pulled out the lumpy solid from the bottom.

Handed it to Tan Zhao's hand.

Tan Zhao's face darkened after unpacking the oil-skinned paper.

"how many?"

"Each box weighs about ten kilograms, at least it weighs more than 600 kilograms." Cheng An glanced at the boxes all over the floor, and made a rough estimate.

"How dare you!"

Tan Zhao was furious, his dark eyes stared, bursting with a sharp and sinister light.

"Whose is this??"

Yin Cece's voice seemed to be the wind from hell, blowing through everyone's ears.

"Mr. Tan is asking, why don't you tell me who your master is?"

Cheng An glared at the man standing beside him.

The man bowed, obviously a little scared.

Tan Zhao strode up to the man, squeezed the smoke in his hand, narrowed his cold eyes slightly, "The purity is very fine, who is your boss?"

He has issued repeated orders that no one is allowed to smuggle smoke, soil, weapons and ammunition under his pier, and there are still people who dare to take risks.

"say!"

Seeing the man's silence, the man's hand clasped his waist suddenly, and his tone became a little more serious.

"It's Mr. Kanan Hojo from the Bank of East Asia."

The man lowered his head, carefully staring at Tan Zhao's hand on his waist.

I was afraid that the gun would accidentally land on my head.

"Japanese?" Tan Zhao frowned.

Rong Chen's expression also tightened.

"Cheng An, I have taken all of this batch of goods!" Tan Zhao ordered decisively, "Also, take someone to Bank of East Asia..."

Before he could finish speaking, Rong Chen's big palm suddenly pressed on his shoulder, exerting some strength.

Tan Zhao was stunned for a moment, and put aside what he had just said.

"Pass my order down, no goods from the Bank of East Asia will be allowed to go to the wharf of the Qinggang and Rongjia in the future.",

"Yes." Cheng An lowered his head and answered.

Tan Zhao then turned around and looked at Rong Chen, as if looking for an answer.

Rong Chen just smiled and prepared to leave with his hands behind his back.

When passing the crowd, he suddenly noticed Gu Huaian.

"Come to Rongyuan to have a light meal at night. I haven't seen you for a few days, Xiaobei, and I've been thinking about you." Rong Chen looked at Gu Huaian and opened his mouth lightly.

Gu Huaian nodded and watched them leave.

After getting into the car, Tan Zhao immediately asked, "Why did you stop me just now?"

"What do you think?" Rong Chen smiled slightly.

(End of this chapter)