"Report to Deng Jiayong?"

Zhong Wenze pointed his fingers rhythmically on the desktop, and basically understood what the routine was.

It is definitely impossible for Deng Jiayong to completely hand over to George in the US market. Lao Wei's role is somewhat similar to the meaning of the resident point:

“Who are your customers mainly targeting?”

"Zhong Sheng."

Old Wei looked up at Zhong Wenze, sneered and said, "These are not things you should care about, right?"

"Do you think if I tell you these things, even if you are willing to let me go, will Deng Jiayong let me go?"

His thinking is extremely clear.

He still feels very clear about those who can say those who can't say them.

If he told Zhong Wenze everything he shouldn't have said, then what awaits him would be a catastrophe.

Old Wei turned his head and looked aside: "I have said everything I should say. I just want you to let my family go and don't mess with them."

"I, Zhong Wenze, still talk about morality in the world. This matter has nothing to do with your family. I'm embarrassed about what they do."

Zhong Wenze answered his question positively: "Don't worry, I will definitely not make things difficult for them."

"Zhong Sheng is open-minded!"

Old Wei raised his hand and arched at Zhong Wenze: "As for me, you can kill me and cut me."

The room suddenly became quiet.

Mark Li, Ajian, and Long Si all looked at Zhong Wenze.

This old Wei.

Kill or not?

"Dingding..."

It was at this moment.

The phone rang in the corner.

“The business is quite busy.”

Zhong Wenze turned around and walked towards the phone, picked up the receiver, without saying a word.

"Old Wei!"

Deng Jiayong's voice rang from the other end of the phone, and he spoke quickly: "Do it out of George's waste and shut up!"

"The factory speeds up the transfer. That point is no longer safe now. You can do this immediately, the faster the better!"

A series of instructions were issued.

only.

The phone was extremely quiet and no one responded.

"Old Wei?"

Deng Jiayong's voice sounded again, but there was a bit of hesitation and uncertainty.

"Hello, Brother Yong."

Zhong Wenze grinned, his tone filled with a hint of playfulness: "Why do you think you miss me so much?"

"I came to the United States to do something, and it has only disappeared for a few days. Your phone call came to me."

He laughed and teased: "Did you install a positioning system on me?"

"Zhong Wenze!"

Deng Jiayong's voice suddenly became a little higher, and he lowered his voice in disbelief and shouted: "You fucking..."

"It's me."

Zhong Wenze nodded in response: "I am here with Lao Wei now, unfortunately, Lao Wei also leaked it."

On the other end of the phone.

It was quiet for a few seconds, and then the sound of falling things sounded.

Deng Jiayong's face was extremely gloomy.

Why is this Zhong Wenze again? Is he a dog? Why is he everywhere?

It would be fine if he knew the counterfeit banknote base.

Why did he discover the secret subordinate he arranged by himself?

"Brother Yong, do you think this life is full of surprises everywhere?"

Zhong Wenze said without any haste: "It's really a bit surprising. At first I thought it was just a very ordinary thing."

"But who knows that everything has something to do with Brother Yong."

He smiled and glanced at Lao Wei in the hall: "I swear, I definitely didn't go to inquire about your business in the United States by myself."

"They found me here."

"Grass!"

Deng Jiayong gritted his teeth and cursed, then fell silent again.

Only the lighter and Deng Jiayong's annoyed sighs were left.

"It's okay?"

Zhong Wenze raised his eyebrows and grinned and said, "Why am I going to hang up?"

"Zhong Wenze!"

Deng Jiayong gritted his teeth and stopped Zhong Wenze: "Tell me, what do you want to do."

"Brother Yong, look at you."

Zhong Wenze's tone was a bit more playful: "I said one sentence from the left and the other one sentence from the right and the other is the right and the other is the same. Do you call me that's it?"

"You used to call me Brother Ze, right? My Brother Yong!"

"!"

Deng Jiayong gritted his teeth, took a deep breath to adjust his emotions: "Brother Ze, what do you want to do?"

"That's right."

Zhong Wenze snorted and asked for his own sake: "What do I want to do? Shouldn't you ask yourself this question?"

"I arranged so many gunmen to get rid of me. If I hadn't been good at my brother, I would have lost now."

He reached out and flicked the ash, and asked, "You are asking me now what I want to do, is it a bit inappropriate!"

"OK!"

Deng Jiayong nodded and said repeatedly: "We won't talk about those useful or useless things now. I don't know what happened in the United States, and things have already happened. It's meaningless to continue talking."

"Tell me directly, what should I do to stop this matter?"

Although Deng Jiayong didn't know what was going on, he could guess a little bit by simply connecting the situation he knew.

"Hey, Brother Yong is more than happy."

Zhong Wenze grinned and took out a cigarette and lit it: "I have been in the United States for only a few days, and I have been doing it three times in real life."

"This makes me very angry. My police station contact information is coming. If this matter is exposed to them, it should be a very interesting thing."

“They will be very interested.”

"Brother Ze!"

Deng Jiayong's tone sank and said in a very stiff manner: "Everyone is coming out to make money. I have nothing to do with you in the US market. There is no need to get this point, right?"

"You fuck yours, I play mine, there is no need to poke it out."

At this time, Deng Jiayong's tone was very low and he did not curse, but it also showed his attitude.

If you really want to mess with me, then we can't kill you.

"This is the truth."

Zhong Wenze nodded in agreement: "But brother, I have been in the United States these days so scary."

"I can't sleep well when I'm afraid that someone will shoot me if I fall asleep at night and I won't see the sun the next day."

Zhong Wenze's tone was relaxed, and he also expressed his meaning.

"I'm sorry!"

When Deng Jiayong heard this, he basically knew it: "This matter is purely a misunderstanding. I will just pay the money, just pay the money."

Zhong Wenze learned about the counterfeit banknote base.

In a short period of time, it is definitely unrealistic to transfer the base.
To be continued...