Chapter 92 Trading
Chapter 92 Trading
Wu Tianyao returned to Qingshan Road.
Gouzai Jun arrived shortly after, got out of the car and quickly said to him, "Brother Yao, I've done as you instructed and blown the wind out."
"In addition, the newspaper has also published it, and you can see it in tomorrow's evening paper."
"it is good."
Wu Tianyao nodded in satisfaction.
Gossip Jun is also quite capable in this regard.
Following Wu Tianyao's instructions, as soon as the cripple disappeared, he immediately arranged for his paparazzi to spread the word:
The cripple was killed by the Number Gang, and his henchman, Ah Tian, betrayed him.
Wu Tianyao flicked a cigarette over and glanced at Pao Zai Jun from head to toe: "You look pretty good lately."
"Hehehe..."
The paparazzi, Jun, revealed an ambiguous smile and leaned in to ignite Wu Tianyao's interest: "Thanks to Brother Yao."
"Now, I, Paparazzi Jun, am surrounded by women all the time, just like changing clothes. I can be as carefree as I want."
before.
He could only talk to himself late at night, lie in bed, read erotic magazines, and pretend to be a pilot.
just now.
Those days are over, completely over.
"By the way, Yao-ge, I've recently recruited another top talent!" Gossipmonger Jun suddenly remembered something, his face lighting up with a gossipy grin. "You know, there's been a scandal involving a big star in the entertainment industry lately?"
Wu Tianyao thought for a moment and realized that he had indeed seen it in the newspaper; he had a habit of reading the newspaper every day.
In this era, print media remains a very important medium for obtaining information.
In a short period of time.
There is no substitute.
"It was one of my henchmen who leaked the information; this tip sold for 50,000 yuan!"
The paparazzi, Jun, said with great enthusiasm, "This big star probably never would have guessed."
"I can't believe I was photographed standing in front of my own floor-to-ceiling window, more than ten kilometers away!"
He grinned widely, with a hint of smugness in his expression.
Wu Tianyao asked curiously, "How did you manage to photograph it from over ten kilometers away?"
Paparazzi Jun flicked his cigarette ash and whispered, "That big star himself didn't expect it. His house is right next to the sea; there's no way anyone could have seen it."
"Tianzi took these photos from an island more than ten kilometers away, using a telescope and a camera."
"It's not easy. I've been squatting here for almost half a month, and this is the only time I've seen him not fully draw the curtains."
Wu Tianyao couldn't help but praise, "Tiao is a talented person. If there's anything we can do with him in the future, we definitely won't treat him unfairly."
really.
There is nothing in this world that paparazzi cannot do.
Some people are far more capable than those so-called private investigators.
the next day.
soon.
The news of Hutchison's cripple's disappearance spread quickly.
This matter first occurred on Green Hill Road, and then quickly spread throughout the entire Hutchison Whampoa.
Hutchison is such a large company, with tens of thousands of employees.
Each branch of the organization operates independently, and there are only a handful of regional leaders who are considered influential.
There are even more, dozens, of those who aren't even on the list of top-tier professionals.
Many people have taken up their posts, but they don't have much of a presence in the clubs.
A cripple is a typical example of the latter.
no way.
Large student association.
Lots of people.
If you don't take on responsibilities, how can you fulfill the basic operating procedures of the club?
The cripple disappeared, and no one within Hutchison Whampoa paid much attention to it; if they knew, they knew.
but.
This matter was quickly brought up as a topic in Hutchison Whampoa.
In the afternoon, someone was already writing in the evening paper:
The disappearance of Hutchison Whampoa's top lieutenant, Ah Tin, is suspected of being a betrayal and collusion.
When Ah Tian saw the news, he realized something was wrong and was just about to run away when Da Sha's henchman, Red Stick Mengren Wang, arrived with his men.
He glanced at Ah Tian, cigarette dangling from his lips, and said, "You're a traitor, and you think you can just run away?!"
···
night.
Shanghai Street.
In the teahouse, Uncle Deng, an elder, was drinking tea with several other uncles.
Uncle Kin, the uncle of the two fools in Tsuen Wan, casually brought up the matter: "Blind Ying, I heard that your cripple was made to disappear by Pig-Snout Zhang."
He was betrayed by his henchman, that bastard, what's your job to handle that?
"The cripple? Which cripple?" Uncle Deng didn't remember such a person.
"The cripple of Qingshan Road".
Uncle Jian sneered: "I heard that the cripple was beaten on Castle Peak Road and didn't dare to make a sound. He's really a disgrace. He's ruined the reputation of Wo Kee."
Uncle Deng looked at Blind Ying.
Blind Ying looked somewhat embarrassed, but she couldn't deny it, so she nodded: "That's how it is. The cripple gave me a red envelope a while ago to pay respects to his family and acknowledge me as his uncle."
He now regrets taking the cripple's red envelope.
damn it.
The cripple only gave 30,000 yuan in total, I didn't expect him to be so unlucky and have so many problems.
He got beaten up in his own territory, and then he was killed right afterward. He's a complete scumbag!
He didn't wait for the blind to speak before speaking.
Uncle Jian added, "The cripple and the idiot brothers are very close. They've already dragged that bastard A-Tian over to question him."
He yelled downstairs, and Ah Tian was carried up in the sack. When it was opened, he was already unrecognizable.
Ah Tian's head was a bloody mess, and he couldn't even open his eyes: "It was...it was me who betrayed the boss's whereabouts to Lu Liang and the others."
The fierce dog cornered A-Tian and dealt with him. Now A-Tian dared not deny it.
If they don't acknowledge it, their whole family will become rich.
"damn it!"
Although Blind Ying knew something was amiss, he could only grit his teeth and say, "Treasonous traitor, drag him away and throw him into the city walled village to feed the dogs."
Uncle Jian smiled and glanced at the blind English text, then stopped talking and reached for his tea.
Uncle Deng pondered for a moment and then offered his opinion: "Since they are your people, you should find out what happened."
He poured tea, carrying a teapot: "It was done by the Number Gang. They don't take our Heji Group seriously at all. Come over to Tsuen Wan from Jordan and beat Pigsnip Cheung out together."
"I'll beat them until it hurts, then I'll step in and tell them they've been causing trouble in Tsuen Wan for a long time!"
When Blind Ying heard Uncle Deng say this, she couldn't help but narrow her eyes.
Uncle Deng has remained silent throughout the Tsuen Wan conflict, but now that he's saying these things, it means he's going to intervene and mediate, siding with Er Sha.
Although Blind Ying was unwilling to be used as a lackey for nothing, she could only nod and say, "Okay, Uncle Deng, I will arrange for Ah Jie to do the work."
Frustrated, he waved to his underlings, telling them to drag Ah Tian away: "Take him away! Take him away! Damn it, he's bad luck!"
Tsuen Wan.
Ersha received a call from Uncle Jian and explained the situation: "Great, this matter was handled very well. Seeing Mang Ying's disgusted expression made me so happy."
"Uncle Jian, I understand."
Ersha hung up the phone, clenched his fist excitedly, and muttered to himself, "Wu Tianyao, Wu Tianyao, you really are a talent, a qualified trader!"
Wu Tianyao was ruthless. He killed a cripple and brought Blind Ying and the others in, saving him a lot of trouble.
He made several phone calls in a row, all revolving around one central goal: to put some pressure on that piglet and make him beg Wu Tianyao to show leniency!
Since Wu Tianyao acts so quickly and efficiently, there's no reason for me to slow down.
If even Weng Jing and this piglet with no background can't be dealt with in half a day, wouldn't Wu Tianyao just make a fool of himself?
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