Liu Kunlun muttered, "I haven't had sex with you yet. The price for this first time is too high. She has gold inlaid?"

The broker may have been used to seeing mainland customers, and there are many guests who are even more vulgar than Liu Kunlun. He smiled and said, "Mr. Kun. I think about it. The feeling of the goddess that cannot be blasphemed in the hearts of millions of people is carried on your shoulders with two legs. Do you think the money is worth it?"

Liu Kunlun said: "You are so sissy, you are really a talented person. I just say this to you. I don't want it for 10% off, the original price!"

"Mr. Kun, open and bright!" The broker presented the cup full of expensive foreign wine. Liu Kunlun drank it all and shouted: "Accountant, give him money!"

The accountant was Jian Ai. She wrote a seven-digit Standard Chartered Bank check to the other party with great resentment, and then glared at Liu Kunlun.

...

The next morning, Liu Kunlun was awakened by the phone while sleepy. He picked up the phone at the head of the bed and found that it was Wang Haicong who called him and urged him to get up to do serious things. He asked what serious things were. He replied that he would tell the Wang family in Hong Kong.

Liu Kunlun washed up and came downstairs. A nanny car was already waiting below. The driver was the buck-toothed wolf I had seen yesterday. This guy changed into a black outfit, from suit and shirt to tie and sunglasses.

"Who is in the funeral?" Liu Kunlun teased.

The buck-tooth wolf opened the car door and asked him to get in. The nanny car drove to Taiping Mountain, the area where the Hong Kong rich people lived. On the way, Liu Kunlun asked the buck-tooth wolf in a mess.

"What else do you do besides racing?"

"Are you very good at fighting?"

"You're in the club?"

"Have you been a Hong Kong policeman or a Chinese British soldier?"

The wealthy people in Hong Kong live on the so-called top of the mountain. The Wang family's house is in the golden location of Taiping Mountain, overlooking Victoria Bay. This Victorian-style building has been repaired and renovated for many years. From the outside, it looks like a medieval manor. It can no longer be described as luxury in Hong Kong's lawn garden.

The walls of the Wang House are very high and covered with various security equipment. They are as solid as a stolen. Nothing can be seen from the outside. However, after the electric door is opened, you can see that the yard is full of cars. Basically, the old Rolls-Royce in black and silver are mainly composed of two-digit license plate numbers, which is a symbol of identity in Hong Kong.

The nanny stopped and Liu Kunlun got out of the car. He felt everyone's eyes look at him, whether it was the gardener who was trimming flowers and trees or the driver who was cleaning the car with white gloves. This kind of eyes contained curiosity, and was even more full of repulsion and rejection.

Wang Haicong's assistant led Liu Kunlun into the main building and whispered to him: "This is the house of the ancestors of the Wang family, that is, your grandfather. It has a history of one hundred years. Remember to salute when you see the statue of your grandfather."

"What kind of rituals are you doing? Kowtow?"

"Just bow."

When you enter the gate, you will see a half-body bronze statue. This is Wang Huayun's father, Sir Wang Qian, a Hong Kong Justice of Peace. The bronze statue adopts realistic techniques and is lifelike. The old man has a high nose, concave eyes and horns, which shows that he has some Western ancestry.

Liu Kunlun bowed and looked up. The ground was covered with teak floors with narrow wooden strips, which were waxing and polished, with pleasing colors. The walls were decorated with wooden decorations, with many picture frames hanging. One of them depicted the scene when Hong Kong was opened. There were not many houses on Taiping Mountain, and the three-masted sailboats were moored in Victoria Bay.

"Mr. Kun, please come here." The assistant led Liu Kunlun upstairs and into the living room. He did not have the welcome ceremony as he imagined. He stood at the door like a late student, and no one in the room looked at him.

The house was full of old people, probably the owners of the Rolls-Royce. Looking around, they looked white. They were well-dressed, noble, meticulous, exquisite three-piece sets and bow tie, and luxurious limited edition watches on their wrists all showed the style of old-school Hong Kong people. Unfortunately, the dusk was dusk and the sun set. The biggest of these people looked one hundred years old, with old-fashioned spots in their wheelchairs, and the young ones were at least sixty or seventy years old. Compared to this, Wang Haicong, who was sitting opposite them, looked so young and so fierce.

"Come on, sit here." Wang Haicong asked Liu Kunlun to sit beside him.

"I'm sorry to get up late, what kind of relatives are they?" Liu Kunlun asked in a low voice.

"Some uncles and cousins," Wang Haicong also replied in a whisper, "I didn't want to bother you, but since you are here, let's meet these relatives."

Then he introduced "Wang Haikun" to his relatives in Hong Kong. Of course, this illegitimate child who suddenly appeared would not receive enthusiastic reactions from the elderly, and only had cold politeness.

Numbering is a term for negotiations between clubs, and it seems a bit inconsistent when used in family affairs. However, after listening to it for a while, Liu Kunlun felt that this word was used correctly. They spoke in Cantonese mixed with English and very few Mandarin. Liu Kunlun basically couldn't understand and was not interested in listening. He could only see the tension in his tone and gestures and expressions.

Wang Haicong has always been calm and polite. He has not been at a disadvantage against more than ten people alone. Liu Kunlun couldn't help but admire this half-brother. If he had been, he would have been overturned.

In the end, Wang Haicong issued Amai's confession and a lot of iron evidence. These uncles finally stopped talking. This represents compromise. Wang Haicong sent them out politely and helped push the wheelchair. His kind and thoughtful look reminded Liu Kunlun of the three words "Smiling Tiger".

When they arrived at the door, a girl in her twenties took the wheelchair from Wang Haicong and said thank you. I don’t know if this girl is Liu Kunlun’s niece or granddaughter.

After all the Rolls-Royces left, Wang Haicong told Liu Kunlun the whole story of the numbers today.

The father inherited the inheritance. The octogenarians present today are all half-brothers of their fathers. They think they are more qualified to inherit the inheritance. The two sides fought for decades and never gave up. Moreover, the hatred continued to the next generation and the next generation. The one who has been conspiring to target Wang Huayun is the third-generation successor of the Wang family in Hong Kong, a young man named Wang Xijue. The Wang family in Hong Kong protects Wang Xijue. It was not until Wang Haicong showed conclusive evidence that these old people expressed their abandonment of protection and allowed Wang Haicong to deal with this rebellious son.

"Discard the soldiers and protect the general." Wang Haicong said, "Their move is not new, but apart from Wang Xijue, there are no outstanding people here. If we deal with him, we can be peaceful for a long time."

"How to deal with it?" Liu Kunlun was very curious. He could let Amai go, but there seemed to be no need to show mercy to Wang Xijue, who repeatedly killed him.

Wang Haicong did not answer his question, but asked Liu Kunlun how he spent last night.

"A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold. Are you happy to spend this money?"

Liu Kunlun smiled and said, "You may not believe it. I took her to Causeway Bay to eat a bowl of doll noodles. I thought it was meaningless, so I drove her away."

Wang Haicong looked at him incredibly: "What did you think about it?"

"I'm older than me, so cute, I can't stand it." Liu Kunlun took out a cigarette, "The key is that it's too tall. It's like a mother. I have to step on it from behind. I'm not happy!"

Wang Haicong laughed heartily and said, "You are almost intrigued when it comes to playing dandy, but you can already rank first in the Greater China circle."

"What are you doing now? Go and get rid of Wang Xijue?" Liu Kunlun asked.

"Let's go find him."

"His grandpas won't inform you?"

"I said that if I lost my guards and protected the general, if I was reluctant to let my guards go, then the one who died was the general. These old guys will settle the score." Wang Haicong said.

Wang Xijue does not live in the city. He lives on his own boat and berthed at the Sai Kung White Sands Bay Yacht Wharf in eastern Hong Kong. Being a real rich man in Hong Kong is an indispensable configuration. If you have a yacht, you must have a berth, a club membership, and a Hong Kong captain's license. These things can show taste and wealth more than Rolls-Royce and a thousand-foot mansion.

There was a mast on the dock, basically the white tone. Walking through the long pier, Wang Xijue's Italian-made 70-foot luxury sailing boat was among them. From a distance, he saw a man wearing a brown vest and white pants busy on the boat.

"Wilson!" Wang Haicong shouted.

The man looked over with a pergola in his hand and responded excitedly: "Andy!" He immediately got off the boat, ran barefoot all the way, and hugged Wang Haicong tightly.

Liu Kunlun was stunned. Is this Wang Xijue? Why did Wang Haicong kiss the same as his gay friend?

"Wilson, this is Ken, my brother." Wang Haicong introduced, "Kunlun, I just gave you a name casually, don't mind."

"Nicetomeetyou." Wang Xijue stretched out his hand to Liu Kunlun. The young man had a handsome face of mixed blood, sunny and cheerful, and could not tell that he was the leader of all conspiracies.

The three of them came on the boat. There was a unique atmosphere inside the yacht. The living room, bedroom, kitchen and toilet are all available. Everything is made of metal, engineering plastic, high-end wood and leather, glass, textile, compact and concentrated, luxurious and stylish.

"You came in time, I will go out to sea later." Wang Xijue's Mandarin is very standard, but it still has some strange flavors, just like the Mandarin dubbing in those Hong Kong films.

"What kind of sea comes out in the middle of winter?" Wang Haicong sat on the sofa with a relaxed expression, unlike being here to kill people.

"For seafarers, there is no distinction between seasons." Wang Xijue got up and poured wine at the wine cabinet, "What are you drinking, foreign wine or red wine?"

Liu Kunlun put his hand into his trouser pocket, and he prepared a rope cover, which was perfect for strangling from behind.

Wang Haicong shook his head slightly.

Wang Xijue brought two glasses of brandy over, "By the way, how is your father's health?"

"It's pretty good, but it's eighty-year-old, no better than before." Wang Haicong picked up the wine glass, "To our ancestors, Sir Wang Qian."

He drank it all without any warning, and Liu Kunlun also followed suit and drank this glass of wine.

"What should I eat? Why don't I cook noodles for you?" Wang Xijue was very enthusiastic.

"Don't be polite, I'm here to see you." Wang Haicong said, "Ken, Wilson and I have known each other since we were young. He is three years older than me, but I want to call me uncle. When I was most tormented and helpless, Wilson helped me survive. I will cherish this relationship forever. Wilson, thank you."

The two clinked their glasses and fucked.

The three of them chatted for a while, and Wang Haicong persuaded Wang Xijue to go north to develop in mainland China, and it is best to live in Beijing.

"You are not young anymore, so you can't always wander like this. Come to Beijing to help me develop my career. You will be able to get the title of a member of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference in less than three years."

"Thank you Andy, I will think seriously. Do you really don't want to eat noodles?" Wang Xijue was very polite, but he clearly refused.

"Then, how about you come to see me?" Wang Haicong settled in second place. "It must be very meaningful to spend a Christmas in Beijing."

"Ok." Wang Xijue finally agreed, "I'll go to Beijing to find you."

Wang Haicong finally achieved his goal and took Liu Kunlun away.

On the way, Liu Kunlun was very puzzled: "What are you doing with that? Just kill me directly."

Wang Haicong said: "We are decent people, how can we get blood on our hands?"

Liu Kunlun said: "Then what do you mean is to lead him to the mainland and find someone to kill him?"

Wang Haicong said: "It's not killing it, it's destroying it. When he was in Beijing, he would be arrested by the police, he would find drugs hidden on his body, and he would be sentenced, and then he would die of illness."

Liu Kunlun took a deep breath: "Not only killing people, but also killing one's heart."

Wang Haicong was calm and composed. When he said this, he didn't seem to be planning to destroy his close friend who had grown up with him since childhood. It was almost like killing an ant.
Chapter completed!