South Bay.

He Family Villa.

The gambling kings are registered in Haojiang Tourism and Entertainment Company, Dexin Group, Haojiang Gambling, etc., and many other industries such as aviation, hotels, tourism, and gambling.

Many companies have offices of gambling kings in buildings, but as gambling kings grow older, they spend less time in the group building. In fact, the office they most often are at home.

An ordinary Volkswagen white business car parked at the door of the villa.

"Mr. He."

"The owner of the Silian Hall, Yin Guoju, rang the doorbell." Uncle Hao, the butler of the He family, walked to the study room, knocked gently, guarded the door, and whispered to the report: "Mr. Yin hopes to meet you once."

Mr. He sat on the mahogany chair in the study, with two computers, three telephones, and some documents in front of him.

There is nothing else to do.

Some business owners like to use calligraphy and paintings, carvings to decorate the study and highlight the storefront.

Some big bosses like to present four treasures in the study, authentic antiques, express their strength and set off their temperament.

These are actually not useless means. Others will know what they see.

However, when he reached Mr. He's realm, there was no need for extra decoration.

Mr. He has the word "King of Gambling" as a golden signboard!

Apart from office supplies, there are not many books on the bookshelf in the study. If you like to read, you can throw the works you like to read in the corner of the desk, and the traces of frequent reading can be seen in the footer.

"You let Yin Guoju go back."

"I'm not in the mood to see him now. If he must meet, please let Lawyer Huang come and meet him." Mr. He said in a plain manner and indifferent tone.

At this time, Mr. He had already received a shooting at the entrance of the Lisboa Hotel.

To be honest, this shooting will not have much impact on the Lisboa Hotel business in essence.

After all, the Lisboa Hotel sign was there, and the shooting target was very clear. It neither hurted the guests nor bombed the hotel. Most gamblers would not take it seriously, and decisive time would be forgotten in the corner.

But Jieshiwei is a member of Mr. He after all, although he is not an important role, everyone knows the relationship between Jieshiwei and the He family.

Yin Guoju dared to shoot Jie Shiwei at the door of the Lisboa Hotel, but he clearly did not take him seriously and left his face in mind.

Since you dare not give him a face, what should I do when I see him now? Apologize? There is no need!

Mr. He had long expected that the release of the contract rights in the gambling hall would definitely cause chaos between black and white, but if they wanted to fight, they would fight, and it would not matter if they fought to death.

If you can’t fight in the street market, you will die if you die.

But can you say hello to me in advance?

As the saying goes, beating a dog depends on the owner!

Unless, you don't think his master is important.

As Mr. He’s confidant, it’s easy to guess Mr. He’s thoughts, but in order to help Mr. He make the correct decision, he added: “Mr. Yin only hopes to meet you for five minutes and bring Awei, saying that he wants you to give him an explanation…”

"Oh!"

"What a big tone."

Mr. He immediately sneered: "Do you want me to give me an explanation?"

"Is he the Governor of Australia or the Governor of Hong Kong?"

"I will give you an empty mouth and white teeth. I will also ask you to explain to you." Now Mr. He no longer hides his dissatisfaction in his heart.

Pretending to make amazing words, just a trick!

Mr. He is simply used to the bluffs of gamblers and does not take Chen Han's words seriously at all, but considering the influence of Silian and the life of Jieshiwei.

He was still silent for a moment and agreed, "Please come in."

"There is no need to serve tea."

"I'll go see him in the future."

"Okay, Mr. He." Ah Hao bowed and preached.

Mr. He continued to lower his head, flip through the documents, and work.

"Mr. Yin, He Sheng invites you in." At the door, Ahao raised his hand and asked.

Chen Han was wearing a suit and tidying his collar, nodding, "Thank you, Uncle Hao."

Through the four-link information, he knew about the people around Mr. He and knew the status of the butler in front of him in He's house, and he was quite polite.

But he had no good expression on the street market.

At this time, Xiao Lai and Ah Hao were dragging Jieshi Wei and dragging Jieshi Wei into He's mansion together.

Haoshu glanced at Jieshiwei and didn't say much.

He saw Jie Shiwei being shot twice, his wound was briefly bandaged and he was treated with hemostatic treatment, but his suit was covered in blood, and he looked very haggard and his mind was roughly clear.

When Jieshiwei saw him coming to He Mansion, he looked relieved, narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced over Uncle Hao, opened his mouth, and seemed to want to say something to Uncle Hao, but in the end he did not make any sound, Uncle Hao quickly withdrew his gaze.

When the group walked into the living room on the first floor of He Mansion.

Chen Han sat on the sofa with a big golden knife, crossed his legs, and waved his hand: "Drop it to the ground."

Little Lai, Ah Hao immediately let go.

Chen Han took out a cigar, tapped his trouser legs and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Yin Sheng."

"I'll go and invite He Sheng."

Haoshu bent down and said.

"Um."

Chen Han nodded, not commenting.

"Ding!" Xiao Lai took out a lighter, shook the lid, rubbed the flames, handed them forward to help Brother Ju ignite. At the same time, he complained with dissatisfaction: "I don't even have a cup of hot tea."

"Brother Ju, He Sheng is too reluctant to give him a gift."

Chen Han didn't mind, smoked a cigar and smiled, "It's okay, others are the big boss..."

“There is a show!”

"Hmph." Xiao Lai put away the lighter and sneered.

More than ten minutes passed, and a small piece of the cigar in Chen Han's hand was burned. Mr. He stood on his cane, and he greeted with a smile on his face, "Hahaha, Mr. Yin, the first time we met."

"Sure enough, the younger waves of the Yangtze River push forward the older waves, Yin Sheng is really a handsome man."

Mr. He took the initiative to reach out.

Chen Han also stood up, lowered the cigar with one hand, stretched out his other hand, clasped Mr. He's hand tightly and said, "I'm here to visit you, please forgive me."

This was actually the first time he had met Mr. He.

Although he has been in Haojiang for more than half a year, he has never been qualified to see Mr. He before.

Of course, the current position of the Silian Hall Master is barely considered to be a bit of a status, but it is still far from Mr. He. However, it is magical enough to be able to get from a street slut to discussing things with Mr. He in just half a year.

"Where?" Mr. He let go of his hand and sat down with a smile.

Although he did not pretend to be angry, his enthusiasm quickly dropped.

The politeness just now was just superficial skill, and a little politeness. Until now, Mr. He has not asked anyone to serve tea.

Seeing this, Chen Han went straight in with a cigar, pointed to the street market on the ground, and said, "He Sheng, I don't know if you know this street boy!"

"This punk guy asked someone to tie up my elder brother's family and said he wanted to help my elder brother's family shovel, so I had no choice but to come out to do something."

"You know, I am a man in the world. There are people talking on the road. He is standing behind him. So I came to visit you specifically, hoping that Mr. He can give me justice."

"Huh..." Chen Han exhaled, bowed his hand, and said with his fists: "Everyone said that disaster is not as good as his family, and he also has to talk about morality in the world when doing things. His approach is inhumane!"
Chapter completed!