"Brother Hao's plan is perfect."

Zhong Wenze couldn't help but nodded. Song Zihao's plan was indeed perfect. It could not only solve Tan Cheng's trouble, but also use Tan Cheng's incident to give his younger brother a big gift to help him pave the future.

If this matter is done, the impact of Song Zijie's family being in the H society can be completely offset by each other.

As for whether you can get a successful promotion and how far you go, it depends on Song Zijie's own personal ability.

"By the way, Aze, who we met in the bureau today?"

Song Zihao changed his tone and his eyes fell on Zhong Wenze: "I see this person, you have a good relationship. You care about him very much."

"ah?"

Zhong Wenze was stunned for a moment, and his hand lit a cigarette was paused in the air, and he smiled and said, "He is called Bozai, a very good friend of mine. He grew up together since childhood, and his relationship is the same as between you and Brother Ma. He entered the bureau for some reason. When I saw it, I naturally wanted to help him."

"If you are out, the most important thing is the morality of the world. I will definitely help him with my friend. Speaking of which, he is still your fans and admire you very much."

Finally.

Zhong Wenze added another sentence.

"Haha, worship what we do."

Song Zihao nodded, reached out to touch his pocket and took out his wallet, and pulled out a stack of banknotes: "Please take this money, give it to you."

This stack of banknotes looks quite thick, and it probably costs at least 5,000 yuan.

"so much?"

Zhong Wenze smiled and waved his hand: "Why did Brother Hao give me money? I can't take it."

"You'll take it."

Song Zihao reached out and grabbed Zhong Wenze's palm and stuffed the money to him: "If I'm not wrong, your friend should be in a good condition. When we bailed him, I listened to him."

"The police may not have caught him wrongly. Your little brother must have just entered the industry and worked as a gangster. I wonder if you can see it."

Song Zihao looked at Zhong Wenze in a true scripture: "If you find an opportunity to persuade him, there is no way out for being a thief, and it will be difficult to get rid of this thing in H society if it is involved. As his friend, you cannot let him go your way, and you cannot watch him go the wrong way."

"this..."

Zhong Wenze was stunned again.

Song Zihao's actions were completely beyond his expectations. In addition to lamenting that Song Zihao's sharp eyes, he could also tell from his words how much he rejected his current situation.

He really doesn't want to be a big shot anymore.

"You can take it for you."

Mark Li wrapped his cigarette and smiled: "Brother Hao is like this. Don't look at him as a big shot. If a woman gets up, she will be more emotional than anyone else."

"Go! Go! Go."

Song Zihao waved his hand angrily, looking disgusted.

"Brother Xie Hao."

Zhong Wenze grinned and didn't hesitate anymore. Then he took the money away, with a hint of expression in his eyes: "It just so happened that my wallet was empty."

"Hahaha..."

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Ten o'clock in the evening.

Sand Point.

A black car drove on the winding mountain road and headed straight to the hillside.

Zhong Wenze sat in the driver's seat, steadily controlling the steering wheel, and Mark Lee sat in the passenger seat, holding a cigarette in his mouth, putting his right hand on the door, and his fingers were tapping rhythmically on the window ridge.

The breeze blew, blew the ends of the two of them.

"Your driving skills are pretty good, you drive very steadily."

Mark Li tilted his head and looked at Zhong Wenze, laughing: "The deal is about to happen. You don't look panic at all, and you don't shake when you step on the accelerator."

"Why do you need to panic?"

Zhong Wenze reached out and stroked the broken hair on his forehead: "I'm not panicked at all with Brother Ma here."

"Okay, be careful at that time and be smart at the critical moment."

Mark Lee nodded expressionlessly, and his whole expression became serious, as if he had changed: "You should pay attention to my movements at any time and be prepared to cooperate with me."

"good."

Zhong Wenze straightened his body.

Mark Lee sat in the passenger seat and took a canvas bag from the back seat sideways. He unzipped the zipper and the dark gun body inside emitted a metallic luster under the dim light.

He took out his beloved Bereta, carefully checked it carefully, and then made it into his back.

Five minutes later.

The two arrived at their destination.

There were already people waiting here in two cars. After seeing them coming, the low beam lights lit up.

Mark Lee opened the car door and got out of the car. His right leg, which was wearing a steel frame, was high and low while walking, making a faint sound of metal collision. The windbreaker followed his pace and opened slightly.

Zhong Wenze followed behind him with his suitcase.

The car started to get off the bus there.

"Hahaha, Broken Hand, long time no see."

Mark Lee walked to the man standing in front, opened his hands enthusiastically, hugged him for a moment, and grinned, "I haven't seen you for a long time, you are still so cool and proud."

"Hey, that's not as good as Brother Ma."

Brother Broken Hand waved his hand and laughed generously: "Brother Xiao Ma used his own strength to sweep Xiao Wang's 25th boy and 12 people in Fenglin Pavilion Restaurant, which was simply unstoppable."

"It's past, it's past."

Mark Li looked like he didn't dare to be so, and the two started chatting.

While they were praising each other for business, Zhong Wenze stood on the side of Mark Li, carrying his suitcase and put his hands in front of his body, and quickly looked at the situation opposite him.

There were five people in total, plus Brother Broken Hand, and there were six people in total. In the end, his eyes fell on Brother Broken Hand, a thin middle-aged man.

Although he is called Brother Break Hand, his hands are sound.

I heard that the reason for this title was that in a gang fight in the early years, he under pressure from more than ten people and cut off the opponent's big boss's hand. It was so fierce that the title of Broken Hand Brother came out, and later he gradually got involved in the arms business.

I don't know why.

Zhong Wenze looked at the two people who were praising each other in business, and always felt that Brother Broken Hand looked smiling on the surface, but there was a not-so-pure smile in his eyes, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

Mark Lee returns to the topic and goes straight to the topic: "Okay, where is the thing I want?"

"Come on, here."

Broken hands smiled and pointed to the trunk at the rear of the car: "It's all inside, and it's all new as you ask."

"Okay."

Mark Lee nodded and followed him to the trunk. Zhong Wenze followed him with the box.

The trunk opens.

A canvas bag filled with stuffed appeared in front of you.

"Oh, wait a moment."
Chapter completed!