"Are you surprised to see me?" Song Zhichao said with a smile at Grant.

"Damn it, you hit me! Yes, I remember very clearly that you hit me in the head!" Grant tightened his fists and said angrily, "Do you know what your behavior is? When I come to Hong Kong, I can arrest you and go to prison!"

"Of course I know, dear Director Grant."

"Do you know me?"

"Of course, didn't I say that last night? I know you. You are the Hong Kong Police Chief Grant, commonly known as the number one." Song Zhichao still smiled brightly.

Grant was a little suspicious and tried hard to recall it. Remember, the other party did say so.

"Damn it! Since you know who I am, you dare to treat me like this!" Grant said angrily.

"Shh--" Song Zhichao raised his fingers to his lips, "Speak quietly, you are still on the plane now, and you are surrounded by very noble guests. This will only make you look inconsistent with your identity."

Grant was stunned and looked around. Sure enough, he saw many people looking at him, his eyes full of disdain and disgust.

Grant immediately became timid, tidying up his clothes, buttoning them up, and said to Song Zhichao: "Don't think I can let you go like this-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

After saying that, Grant curled his lips again, "But you made a mistake in your plan. I really think you can do whatever you want with the Hong Kong Governor Wei Yixin? No, you were wrong! Now Wei Yixin has stepped down. The biggest thing in Hong Kong is our dear Governor Peng, so Song Zhichao, just wait to return to Hong Kong and be merciless - I am a good person, but a bad temper, especially those who offended me, have never had a good result. Yes, you are dead! Haha!" Grant smiled at Song Zhichao, and his mind began to fantasize about how he repaired this damn guy after Hong Kong - he actually dared to hit himself. He was so bold!

In fact, as the number one leader in the Hong Kong police force, Grant has control over 30,000 Hong Kong police officers and is definitely a real power figure in Hong Kong politics. In addition, Grant has a good relationship with the current Hong Kong Governor Peng Dingkang, so he doesn't take Song Zhichao seriously.

Speaking of which, Song Zhichao is just a businessman in Hong Kong, and he came from the mainland. As the number one player in the Hong Kong police force, he can wear small shoes for Song Zhichao at any time - yes, he can kill him!

Of course, if Grant knew Song Zhichao's true strength at this time, he would not have said that.

After all, when Song Zhichao was in Hong Kong, he was at most a successful young man. But now, he is a business tycoon who can make trouble in the United States. Grant was on a business trip in the United States, so he didn't pay attention to this point. Therefore, he misjudged that he could kill Song Zhichao and not take Song Zhichao, a small businessman, seriously.

Song Zhichao sneered at Grant's threat and contempt - he did not deny that Grant had real power in Hong Kong, nor did he deny that Governor Wei Yixin, who was close to Song Zhichao, had stepped down. However, one thing Grant did not say is that as long as he has money in Hong Kong, he can really do whatever he wants.

"Is that true, dear Director Grant, but I suggest you better get along with me in a friendly manner, after all, multiple friends are better than multiple enemies."

"Gaga, are you afraid?" Grant thought Song Zhichao was turning around and begging for mercy to him, and smiled gloomy, "Don't say I won't give you a chance, as long as you kneel down in front of the passengers present, apologize sincerely, saying that you did something wrong and shouldn't hit me, then I might consider forgiveing ​​you!"

"Or else-" Grant pointed at Song Zhichao's nose with his finger, "You'll die and look ugly!"

Song Zhichao smiled, turned his head, licked his lips, and when he turned his face over, his originally smiling face was calm and his smile was restrained: "I think you don't understand human words."

Grant: "…"

Song Zhichao's eyes were sharp: "So, don't joke about my sincerity - when I treat you as a friend, you should hold my hand tightly instead of pushing it away."

"Haha, so what if I push it away?" Grant sneered. "Can you still eat me?"

Song Zhichao's left mouth curled up: "You will bear the consequences!"

"You are responsible for the consequences? Threat me? Gaga, Song Zhichao Who do you think you are? Is the Governor of Hong Kong? Is the Queen of England?"

Faced with Grant's ridicule, Song Zhichao seemed very calm. He took out something from his arms, but it was a stack of photos and handed it to Grant and said, "You said, can these be made headlines?"

Grant: "…"

I picked up the photos and saw that they were all photos of myself when I was drunk and crazy. Some were quarreling with people with their belly exposed, some rolled up their sleeves and wanted to fight with people, and some pointed at the stewardess to insult... In short, they looked bad and looked ugly.

"Damn it!" Grant was furious, grabbed the photos and ripped them wildly.

"Tear slowly, I have some here - you can tear as much as you want!" Song Zhichao pointed to the side, and Grant saw a bald guy holding a camera and signaling to him.

"This camera is from Sony - I don't like Sony very much, but I have to admit that the photos taken with Sony cameras are very clear and real. When you see the photos, you feel like you are there." Song Zhichao praised those photos, but it made Grant feel sad.

"Damn, what the hell do you want to do?"

"Oh, I don't do anything. I just want to be a good citizen and give Hong Kong media some information - the first class quarrel between the Salted Man and the first class, is it the number one or a wanderer? Otherwise, change the title, behave like a drunkard, harassing the flight attendant, is it a ghost or a sinister?"

Grant: "…"

Furious!

Fire spitting in the eyes.

Song Zhichao pretended not to see it.

"Song Zhichao, why do you do this?"

"Why? We were asked to hold my hand before. We were friends. You didn't want to - there wouldn't be so many things to do when we are friends. I am still talking about favors. But you didn't seize the opportunity, so I'm going to change the way..." Song Zhichao rubbed the left side of his nose with his hand, "Do you want to reply to these photos? Yes, then do something for me..."

"Haha," Grant laughed angrily, "You think this will threaten me? Dream!"

"Is that so? That's the agreement is impossible - well, I didn't expect you to be a tough guy, I admire you!" Song Zhichao gave a thumbs up, stood up with a smile, and finally said to Grant: "Then, I hope you can be tough to the end."

Grant: "…"
Chapter completed!