radicalducati Chapter 50 Who would turn down money?
Chapter 50 Who would turn down money?
It was a little after 6 p.m.
Lian Haodong and Luo Tianhong then went to the house with money to redeem the person.
It's clear that Lian Haolong is really anxious.
Inside the private room.
Chen Fan smiled and looked at the two people who entered: "Hey, even a small matter like Dong Ge's ransom requires you to personally handle it. Brother Long really values talent; he's a role model for us all."
"Enough with the nonsense." Lian Haodong tossed the money bag onto the table. "We brought the money. Release them!"
"Fly, count them." Chen Fan beckoned.
The fly skillfully opened the bag and counted the sheets one by one.
This action made Lian Haodong's face turn as black as the bottom of a pot.
Damn it, you don't trust them, do you?
Hey!
"Brother Dong, Little Blue Hair, sit down and have a drink first. It's too formal to stand here. We're old friends who became acquainted through a fight."
Lian Haodong gritted his teeth and said, "Hua Daofan, don't go too far."
"What do you mean, Brother Dong? We follow the rules. It's always better to count the money in person when it comes to transactions. Don't worry, Brother Dong, Fly is a professional money-counting expert; he can't count."
"..."
Lian Haodong was convinced.
That's fucking disgusting!
Wo Luen Shing's Deng Fei also failed miserably. How could he accept being blackmailed by Chen Fan back then?
Fly counted the money for half an hour and confirmed that there was no problem with the money at exactly seven o'clock.
When Aheng was pushed away by Luo Tianhong, the murderous intent in his eyes as he looked at Wu Ying intensified. He wished he could skin this despicable bastard alive!
After Lian Haodong and the other two had walked away, Chen Fan took out 100,000 yuan from his money and threw it to Wu Ying.
"Go and let the news spread that Zhongxinyi Lian Haolong spent 9,999,999 to redeem that scoundrel. Tonight, I'll make sure this story is known throughout the martial arts world."
"clear."
The fly knew it was time for it to boast again.
It was previously rumored that Deng Feihua redeemed Diaoyu Le at a high price, and that he was the one who orchestrated it.
"Brother Fan, that fly is laughing so happily, did he find some treasure on the street?"
As soon as the fly left, Cao Dahua pushed open the door and came over.
"Oh, I told him to go and help Zhongxinyi make a name for himself."
"Another order to brag? Brother Fan, when will I ever get a free ride like this?"
Chen Fan raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile, "Uncle Da, aren't you afraid of dying?"
"Afraid of death? What do you mean?"
Cao Dahua was puzzled.
How did chatting with someone get involved with death?
Chen Fan put his arm around Uncle Da's shoulder and whispered, "The ransom for one of the top thugs has already reached nearly ten million. You know how much hatred Fly can attract, and you even saw the dog cages used to hold prisoners."
"hiss!"
Cao Dahua gasped.
Chen Fan asked, "Do you still envy him for being able to chat so much?"
"I'd be envious if you thought you had a long life." Cao Dahua shook his head like a rattle drum. "By the way, Brother Fan, there's news about Sanzi Dafei that you told me about before."
Tell me about it.
"This bastard is related to Xiao Sa from Kowloon City, but Da Fei didn't hang out with Xiao Sa. Instead, he gathered a gang of thugs in Lam Tin, preparing for a big fight."
"Cool? Pinky?"
Chen Fan never expected that this would lead to another piece of news about "Brother Crow".
In "School on Fire," Yuen Kit-ying's character, Chu Wan-fong, is also an excellent "stamp," truly a case of unintentional success.
Da Fei, this street urchin, hasn't settled down around Edinburgh schools yet, so it's probably still a long time before the plot of "Fight Back to School" begins.
But to be fair, these two "Crow Brothers" are truly cousins; they've both followed the same path of shady dealings, both gathering gangs of juvenile delinquents.
He's just as good-for-nothing as Big B.
Cao Dahua asked in surprise, "Brother Fan, do you know Xiao Sa?"
"Damn, Kwun Tong is so close to Kowloon City, how could we not have heard of this 'egg-shaped' restaurant?"
"Yeah, I heard from a friend that this guy has recently gotten in touch with a yakuza group and is planning to buy a batch of goods. Brother Fan, how about we tell the big boss about this?"
After receiving credit for his work, Cao Dahua became bolder.
Chen Fan turned to Cao Dahua and asked, "You need to clarify first whether he knows the big boss of the yakuza group or that mad dog Wang Jiu."
"They are Wang Jiu's men."
"Crazy Dog's men?" Chen Fan breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Tell me about this after you've found out more. By the way, Uncle Da, you should be free tomorrow night, right?"
To be honest, Chen Fan wouldn't dare to challenge the yakuza right now; the boss's skills are only slightly inferior to Dragon City Gang's Tornado.
Wang Jiu, this mad dog, has extremely profound Shaolin martial arts skills. His external kung fu is impervious to blades. Although the film hints that his weakness might be in his eyes, the world is too chaotic. Who knows if his opponent has hidden his true strength and has already trained to the point of internal organ damage?
"I'm free." Cao Dahua asked, puzzled, "Brother Fan, what can I do for you?"
You'll find out tomorrow night.
Chen Fan gave a cryptic answer.
If you make it clear to Cao Dahua beforehand, he'll probably go back and tell Huang Bingyao on you.
"Brother Fan."
At that moment, Ahua hurriedly pushed open the door and entered.
Chen Fan frowned and asked, "Ahua, what's the rush?"
Ahua took a sip of water, caught his breath, and said, "Brother Fan, Ah Long has a boxing match tonight. Do you want to go and see his skill level?"
"Then let's go take a look."
Chen Fan also wanted to confirm whether he had mistaken the person for someone else.
If the divination is wrong, then all your joy will be for nothing.
Cao Dahua hurriedly said, "If there's a show to watch, I'll go too."
"Uncle Da, aren't you going to keep watch?" Ahua asked with a smile.
"With the plane and the Dongguan guy in charge, how could it be Uncle's turn to step in before they've even fallen?"
"Uncle Da, a cow flew into the sky outside."
"..."
A dozen minutes later, the three appeared at the entrance of a boxing gym.
Ahua put down the pager and said, "Brother Fan, Ah Long is in the rest area and it's not his turn to play yet."
"Then let's go to the rest area first."
"Hey, someone's opening a betting pool." As he passed a corner, Cao Dahua saw a small room with a sign hanging on it: "Li Long wins 1.1 to 1, Zhou Billy wins 1 to 4."
"With such drastically different odds, Ahua, is this Li Long really that good?"
"Ah Long used to be a national martial arts champion in the north, so of course he can fight."
"A national martial arts champion reduced to boxing matches? That's such a disgrace! Wouldn't making movies earn more?"
Cao Dahua couldn't understand why anyone would choose to narrow their own path when there was a bright and open road available.
There are very few formal boxing matches in Hong Kong.
Even if you find a legitimate one, you can't escape the underhanded tactics, especially in boxing matches where there are illegal betting schemes.
If you win, you get 10,000; if you lose, you get 30,000. Who would turn down money?
Even if you really don't care about money, the referee is someone else's person, and if you don't comply with their arrangements, you'll suffer the consequences.
Chen Fan lit a cigarette and chuckled, "Uncle Da, do you think everyone is Long Wei?"
"Besides, making movies is at least a little more respectable. Even Longwei has times when he has no choice in what he does."
No matter how good your skills are or how famous you are, if you encounter Black Star with a script, it's hard for you not to film it.
Moreover, the exploitative system of film companies is even worse than that of boxing matches; if you dare to resist, you'll be blacklisted and banned.