Liu Kunlun set off a wave of "Wang Er Shao" in Beijing. Within a month, the Beijing social circle knew that the handsome and handsome Wang family's illegitimate son recognized his ancestors and had a wealth of 2 billion yuan. Moreover, this young master was born in a poor and poor man, and his style was two extremes with Haicong. Wang Haicong, who studied overseas since childhood, was elegant and elegant, elegant, with a degree from Cambridge University on his head, and his authentic Oxford accent was very accent, but Liu Kunlun was different. He was not standard in Mandarin, and his body was filled with a tyranny.

This smell is somewhat similar to those Shanxi coal bosses who buy cars and houses in Beijing with sacks of cash on their backs, but there is a difference. Liu Kunlun can drive planes and motorcycles are also superb. It is said that Shisanlang of the Second Ring Road is his defeated player, and the most praised is the degree of his devotion.

Liu Kunlun lost himself. He soaked in the meat forest every day, and there were three meals a day. There were groups of people around him. The ground in the capital was always mixed, and there was no lack of such a role that specialized in hiding wealthy people. They were both men and women, and were good at doing various tasks. Some women specifically seduced the IT industry with simple minds. After getting married, they quickly divorced and divided their property, or threatened huge sums of money in the name of pregnancy. There were teams that professionally lured the demolition households to gambling and take drugs. The Olympics was about to come, and Beijing was demolished everywhere, resulting in a large amount of households of one million or even tens of millions of yuan. The nouveau riche took a large sum of money and didn't know how to spend it. They often fell into the abyss and ended up with a sudden death. These people made great contributions.

However, these low-end bad guys are not close to Liu Kunlun and are cleaned up before they get close. Manager Li is now dedicated to assisting Mr. Kun. He has also persuaded Liu Kunlun to focus on his career many times, but it is useless. Perhaps people always have to go through such a stage of youthful recklessness, and Li Ming comforts himself like this.

Even more indulgent than Liu Kunlun is Zang Hai. This young man in his early twenties had a life ideal of opening a barbecue stall a few months ago. Now he has become a beauties sleeping all over the world and drinking all the fine wines around the world. This guy drinks Liu Kunlun. He grew up in a big garbage dump since he was a child. He has no knowledge. He can grow up with Brother Kunlun all the way because of his loyalty.

Since I didn't see Li Mengdie last time, Liu Kunlun has stopped going to heaven and earth, and has changed into different venues every day. Late at night, Liu Kunlun and a group of gangs were drunk. Suddenly, Wang Haicong, who had not seen each other for many days, walked in. Everyone present knew Cong Shao and stood up to say hello.

Wang Haicong looked at the smoky room, frowned in disgust, and said, "Haikun, come out with me."

Liu Kunlun said, "I don't call him Haikun, I will turn against you if I do this." But he still got up and went out, walked to the door and turned back, took a bottle of Martell out.

On the rooftop on a winter night, the two brothers face to face.

"What did you drink!" Wang Haicong's tone was filled with a hint of sadness and inconsistency.

"I'm not drunk." Liu Kunlun said that he would not tell this cheap brother. In fact, all this was Li Ming's instruction. It has been confirmed that Wang Huayun only has three children, so Liu Kunlun's only competitor is Wang Haicong. He deliberately created this illusion of not seeking progress and living a life of drunkenness and dying to numb the other party. In the face of astronomical money, any family affection can be ignored, and father and son, not to mention half-brothers.

"Someone is targeting us, do you know?" Wang Haicong said, "The plane accident was a conspiracy, killing three birds with one stone. It's really clever. If we don't fight back, there will be another time. Next time, they won't stop."

"Who are they?" Liu Kunlun said strangely.

"It's some relatives." Wang Haicong said vaguely, "You go to Hong Kong with me tomorrow. Some things need to be done. This is what my father told me and I must go."

"Okay, I'll go." Liu Kunlun said, "I haven't seen Hong Kong in the movie yet."

...

The trip to Hong Kong was very grand, taking the Wang family's private plane. The Wang family consortium is probably the family with the largest number of aircraft in China. In addition to Wang Huayun's Boeing 737 special plane, there is also a Gulfstream G550, used for ocean flight, a helicopter, used for short-distance transportation, and the Cessna 182 recently purchased by Liu Kunlun. This time they have few people, so they use Gulfstream.

The private plane landed at the Chek Lap Kok Airport in Hong Kong. The group took a nanny car and went to the city with a low profile. On the way, Liu Kunlun took a camera and kept taking pictures, and exclaimed: "It's just like Hong Kong, it's a bit bigger."

"If my father came, the Hong Kong government would send G4 agents to escort him." Wang Haicong said, "We have a house on Taiping Mountain. That house is probably the oldest mansion in Hong Kong. It has a very historical experience. I have the opportunity to take you to see it."

"Since it's a house at home, why don't you live in it? Do you still have the opportunity to visit the antiques?" Liu Kunlun said that he didn't understand.

"Because it was my father's house, not ours, so I have to wait for the opportunity." Wang Haicong explained.

The two brothers stayed at the Peninsula Hotel. What they had to do when they came to Hong Kong was to get the Hong Kong ID card and the Special Administrative Region passport. He is now a serious Hong Kong compatriot.

That night, in order to celebrate Mr. Kun’s status as a Hong Kong official, Wang Haicong held a banquet to entertain friends in Hong Kong, mainly from Xinhua News Agency and the Liaison Office of the Central People’s Government. After the banquet, he went to a nightclub as usual. On the way, someone asked Liu Kunlun who he wanted to meet, and he could arrange it.

"I want to see Brother Haonan." Liu Kunlun said without hesitation, "I want to listen to him singing with my own ears."

Everyone laughed.

Ekin Cheng was indeed present to sing and sang a very touching song "Friendship Years" according to Liu Kunlun's request. Liu Kunlun also yelled with the wheat for a while, until tears filled his eyes. He missed Brother Kang.

Someone quietly said to Liu Kunlun: "Whoever likes you can invite you to spend a good night together, there are all clear prices..."

"Show me the menu." Liu Kunlun said, "Can Taiwan contact me?"

Before he could finish the following, Wang Haicong asked him to go out and get in the car. The cars in Hong Kong were all right-handed. Both of them couldn't get used to driving, so the driver drove the car very quickly and even drifted when turning.

"You are in a hurry to reincarnate!" Liu Kunlun cursed.

The driver couldn't understand Mandarin and thought he was praising him, so he grinned.

"He has driven racing in Macau before and won rankings," said Wang Haicong.

"What's your name?" Liu Kunlun asked slowly.

"Boss, please call me a buck-toothed wolf." The driver understood this time.

Liu Kunlun is not familiar with Hong Kong, but he can feel that he is heading for the wrong direction and is getting farther and farther away from the downtown area. Could it be that Wang Haicong is planning to attack him?

The car drove into an area filled with containers. This was Kwai Chung Container Terminal. On an empty field, there was a van parked. There was a person standing next to the car. When he saw the car coming, he opened the back door of the container truck.

The car stopped beside the container truck, and the two got out. Liu Kunlun saw a bloody ball lying in the carriage. It was a person who was beaten to death and could only go in and not vent his anger.

"Are you confessed to fight?"

"without."

Wang Haicong can speak fluent Cantonese, but he is an authentic Hong Konger. Although he went to study abroad at a very young age.

Liu Kunlun jumped into the car and pulled up the man's hair. It was a strange face. His eyebrows were cut with blood and his eyes were swollen into a crack.

"What's your name?" Liu Kunlun asked.

The man opened his mouth and squirted out a mouthful of blood.

"His name is Amai, he is a private detective." Wang Haicong's subordinates answered for him. Liu Kunlun noticed that a pistol was inserted into his waist. It seemed that Wang Haicong was not as gentle as he appeared. He was like himself. Maybe he had not stained blood on his hands, but he must have seen blood.

"Some people in Hong Kong want to deal with us. They pay for money, and Amai pays for people. Unfortunately, this guy is too hard to pry it open and can't touch those masterminds. What a fucking thing!" Wang Haicong said angrily, hooking his hands, and handing his subordinates handed him a cigarette to light it. At this moment, Liu Kunlun felt that the boss on Wang Haicong's body had a strong smell and awe-inspiring evil spirit.

"Huh?" Wang Haicong handed the cigarette to Liu Kunlun, "You must be puzzled. Who is the mastermind? Let me tell you, it is my father's nephews. They think they are the legal heirs. They have been unwilling to fail over the years and have tried every means to deal with us. Why did I leave Hong Kong when I was a child? It was because I was facing life threats."

"Oh..." Liu Kunlun seemed to understand, "I don't know much about your wealthy family's grievances, but the movies say that Hong Kong is a society ruled by law. What if you beat this Ah Mai to death?"

"If you beat him to death, throw him into the sea." Wang Haicong said.

"I think he is a man, so I'll give him another chance." Liu Kunlun said, looking around, as if looking for something.

"What are you looking for?" asked the buck-toothed wolf.

"I want to find an empty gasoline barrel and two more bags of cement," said Liu Kunlun.

Soon these things were in place. Under the dim light, Liu Kunlun threw Amai into the gasoline barrel where the saw was opened, poured the whole bag of cement in, and carried a bucket of water over, and placed the sawed lid and the welding machine aside.

"The last chance." Liu Kunlun said, stuffing a lit cigarette into Amai's mouth.

Amai barely opened his blood-stuffed eyes and judged the situation. He was a policeman and had a lot of knowledge. This mainland boy didn't seem to be bluffing. He knew that he had a life in his hand when he looked at him.

"I'll let you hear..." Amai said weakly.

Liu Kunlun didn't understand Cantonese, so he hooked up and asked Wang Haicong to listen. He stood aside. The bay was dark and the moon was dull. There was no king's law on the capitalist ground, he sighed.

Wang Haicong got the answer he wanted, and Amai didn't have to pour it into the cement bucket and sank into the sea. Everyone was happy.

On the way back, Liu Kunlun asked Wang Haicong: "If he doesn't say it, are you really good at killing people?"

Wang Haicong smiled: "No, you have to behave properly. If the other party is punished and dies, of course I will not take his life. Don't think that the beating is serious, you will be fine if you stay in the hospital for one month."

"Will he call the police?"

"I don't think he's going to break the rules of the game."

When I returned to the nightclub, the guests did not disperse, and I added wine and returned to the lights and reopened the banquet. There was another round of scrambles. The man who had just pimped came over and whispered: "Mr. Kun, the Taiwanese actress you want happened to be in Hong Kong today. You can give Kun Shao a 10% discount."

Liu Kunlun said strangely: "I haven't the fucking name yet, you know who I want to order? Are you good at reading minds?"

The man smiled and said, "The wealthy businessmen and cadres from mainland China usually order her."

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To put it a bit off topic, I changed my new computer today and finally replaced my laptop that I had used for eight years to desktop. Since the Wulin Empire, I have basically used notebooks to write books. Because I have no place to live, I have to work on the two cities. I have to work on my first laptop. I remember that the first laptop was Lenovo. It was hot in summer and the air conditioner overhead was useless. I was sweating and wrote about the orange and red era. When I was writing about the unparalleled Chinese nationality, Lenovo was no longer possible. The keyboard was scattered, and the system often collapsed. I had to change to a lowest-end thinkpad. I used it for three or four years. The keyboard was still grinding and shiny. The system was on the verge of collapse.
Chapter completed!