Rebirth: Outstanding

In St. Mary’s Hospital, Huang Liu was wrapped in gauze and one of his injured legs was hung in the air with a plaster cast.

Song Tianyao was sitting next to him with an apple in his hand. The whole apple was pitted because of poor knife skills.

"Brother Six, after the injury is recovered, do you want to go there?"

Song Tianyao asked without looking up while cutting the apple.

Huang Liu's eyes widened. Although he was tangled up like rice dumplings, his voice was full of anger: "Boss, aren't you?

Of course I am following you! Do you think I am disabled and don't want to continue to raise me? "

Huang Liu spoke and shook the injured right leg vigorously.

Song Tianyao smiled, looked at it, took a peeled apple with almost the core left, threw the fruit knife on the bedside table, and then handed the apple to Huang Liu: "Hey! I am peeling an apple for the first time. , It's cheaper for you."

Huang Liu stared at the apple handed by Song Tianyao with a smile in his eyes. He craned his neck and took a bite of the flesh. He vaguely said, "Pick! Boss, you are really not suitable for using a knife. I have to do it."

Song Tianyao glanced at the apple in his hand, and Huang Liu took a bite. There was not much pulp left, but he swallowed it all together with the pit, chewing it with a good taste.

"Okay! Heal your wounds and go to Malaya with me. I don't have to do it in the future. I will peel apples for me full-time."

Song Tianyao swallowed the remaining apple in his hand. Seeing that there was still sticky juice remaining in his hand, he reached out and rubbed Huang Liu's injured leg.

Huang Liu rolled his eyes, and the next second there was a look of excitement on his face: "Hey! Boss, it's true that the Malay girls have big hips and fats?"

Song Tianyao smiled, and patted Huang Liu's injured leg with his hands a little bit harder: "The beauty you want! This kind of good thing won you?

Of course it was me first! "

In Huang Liu's exaggerated howl, Song Tianyao laughed and got up: "Brother Six, let's go first! I'll visit you in two days!"

Behind him, Huang Liu exclaimed angrily: "Doctor! Girl! There are people on the street! I want to complain, my boss abused the injured worker!"

Song Tianyao walked out of the ward. In the corridor, Gui Zaifang and a few members of the organization who had been assigned to protect Huang Liu's safety looked at him curiously, and took a peek at Huang Liu who was yelling in the ward from time to time.

Downstairs at St. Mary’s Hospital, Lan Gang was leaning against the door of the old Ford 49. A beautiful lady wearing a cheongsam stepped on high heels, twisted her waist and passed in front of him. Lan Gang’s eyes lit up and whistled at the other side. .

Jiaopo turned her head, glanced at Ford 49 who was just leaning on Lan, curled her mouth in disdain, and turned away.

"pick!"

Lan Gang took a fierce look at Jiao Po's twisting butt, and waved his hand: "Dog eyes look down on people!"

"Do you dare to look down on our Inspector Lan?"

Song Tianyao came from behind Lan Gang with a teasing voice.

Lan Gang hurriedly turned his head, Song Tianyao had already arrived in front of him, looking very interested in the concubine who had just left.

"Mr. Song, I beg you, you can change the car quickly, this car is out of fashion!"

Lan Gang patted the roof of Ford's car, and said bitterly.

Song Tianyao opened Lan Gang's hand, as if he was afraid that he would break his car.

"Change it! You give me money?

I don’t even have a hundred Hong Kong dollars on my body now! "

Song Tianyao glared at Lan Gang, opened the car door to sit in, and shouted to Lan Gang who was still in a daze: "Drive, go to Chu's house, first ask my boss Chu Xiaoxin to borrow some pocket money to buy cigarettes."

Lan Gang gave a wry smile, lowered his head and sat short in the driver's seat, and slowly started the car.

Although Song Tianyao has become an abandoned son in the eyes of the British in Hong Kong, for a Chinese policeman like Lan Gang, Song Tianyao's identity has always been high, even if he does not have a copper plate on his body now, Lan Gang, who has been promoted to inspector, is still willing. Drive his car as a driver.

The British have no vision, but Lan just has it.

Now the Mr. Song in front of him is exactly as he said, he no longer has any assets in Hong Kong. Even the basic business such as the wig factory is mortgaged to HSBC, but what does that matter?

After the battle with Tan Jingwei, even if Song Tianyao clinked, as long as others are still standing there, he himself is a huge gold mine.

The brother of Justice of the Peace Chu Xiaoxin, the son-in-law of Macau Wang Hexian and the Hong Kong Ship King, the boyfriend of the Malaysian Chinese emperor Miss Lu Jia, and the ghost girl Angie Peris who took care of Song Tianyao in the UK... Song Tianyao's work in Hong Kong As a result, he has unknowingly accumulated a terrifying network for him, even if it is not possible to connect with real Chinese tycoons such as Chu Yaozong, Lu Wenhui, and Cai Yuanbai for the time being, he is only in his early twenties. Even if he is not so in the future. The future is still smooth.

Lan Gang glanced at the rear-view mirror and glanced at Song Tianyao, who was sitting in the back row with his eyes closed and sleepily, his eyes unconsciously showing admiration.

Because he knows very well that even if he will be in the same position in the police force in the future, at most he will only be in the position where Liu Fu is now.

And now Liu Fu sees Song Tianyao, and he has to respectfully address him, Mr. Song.

Just as the Ford sedan was leaving from the entrance of St. Mary's Hospital, Song Chunzhong, dressed in a bamboo cloth gown and stepping on nab shoes, turned out from the corner with his apprentice Gu Tiancheng.

Gu Tiancheng stared at the departing Ford car and said, "Uncle Zhong, your nephew doesn't seem to be as rich as you said!"

Song Chunzhong gritted his teeth and looked depressed: "How do I know that he is worse off in Hong Kong than I am. I originally wanted to partner with him to set up a game, earn a pound from the ghost, and teach you how to follow the ghost in the future. Dealing with guys, now..." Song Chunzhong shook his head regretfully.

Gu Tiancheng looked at Song Chunzhong's dress: "Then what should I do now?

Why not go back to Macau and continue to play the smoky land king? "

"The Thai guy played so big last time, no one will believe it."

Song Chunzhong waved his hand, suddenly turned his face to ask Gu Tiancheng: "How much money do you have in your hand, give it all to me."

Gu Tiancheng covered his pockets and looked at Song Chunzhong vigilantly: "What do you want to do?

The last time he killed the Thai guy, Zhuang made two million yuan before and after. I only got one hundred thousand yuan. You won't even get rid of my one hundred thousand yuan, right? "

"My money has been donated to an education fund, don't you know it?"

Song Chunzhong glared at Gu Tiancheng: "Get the money out of your hands. After this business is done, I will divide you 20%."

"Then you have to tell me what you are going to do! Uncle Zhong!"

Gu Tiancheng asked.

Song Chunzhong smiled, and took out a leaflet from his pocket. It was printed with an advertisement for a British-owned wig-making factory: "This factory was originally owned by our Song family. Now it is occupied by ghosts. It is reasonable. I have to get it back for Ah Yao!"

"Wow! Pricking British money in Hong Kong?

Uncle Zhong, you can't afford it? "

"I can't?

your mom! I don't want you to follow me?

Back in Indonesia, I dared to run a newspaper without even knowing a word. It’s not good for the offspring to look down on the elderly..." "You have talked about this two hundred times. Would you like to talk about something new? "

"In Malaya, the owner of the rubber field on the street did not provide food to the workers, and I came forward again..." "I've heard of this too! Change it!"

The master and apprentice quarreled, and left side by side, running counter to Song Tianyao.

On the streets of Hong Kong, rickshaws and cars shuttle together, and the crowds in suits and gowns are intertwined with each other, and finally merge into a picture of the times.