Tang Tingwei sat on the main seat without scruples, wielding a golden sword, playing with a stone ball and laughing: "Eat, sit down and eat! If you don't have a full meal, do you have the strength to box?"

"Along, Abao, sit down." Zou Huaiwen quickly turned to face Hong Jingbao. Cheng Long winked, like a kitten seeing a tiger, with its tail clamped tightly.

"Chairman Tang, good evening." Cheng Long pulled out his seat nervously, bowed, and then sat on the left side of Zou Huaiwen. Hong Jingbao lowered his head and said hello as usual, and sat on the right side of Zou Huaiwen with a depressed expression. If it were another movie,

If a martial artist dared to be so arrogant in front of him, Hong Jingbao would have flipped the table and left!

However, Tang Tingwei did not take them seriously at all. He turned to Li Jiajie, Bao Yuli, and Wang Huizhong, and proudly spread his hands and said: "Young Master Li, Miss Bao, and Young Master Wang."

"On weekend night, in the eighth round, Cheng Long beats Hong Jingbao. I'd like to invite more friends to support me."

Zou Huaiwen quickly shouted: "Chairman Tang, Aaron, Abao was injured during filming some time ago, can you give me some sympathy for boxing?"

"I have five million Hong Kong dollars prepared here."

"Okay, Boss Zou!" Tang Tingwei raised his hand and interrupted domineeringly: "I won't stop you from making money, and you can't stop me from making money, right?"

He glanced at the money box in the hands of the five bodyguards behind Zou Huaiwen, with contempt in his eyes, not even interested in seeing anyone open the money box...

"If you stop me from making money, then you will kill my father and mother. I will kill your whole family first!"

"Chairman Tang, we are just actors." Hong Jingbao couldn't help but defend himself with an angry tone. The next moment, in the corner of the box, a man in a colorful shirt raised the black star and put the muzzle of the gun to Hong Jingbao's head and temple, fiercely.

He said in a loud voice: "Big star, how do you talk to my boss?"

Hong Jingbao's hand holding the wine glass suddenly froze. Cheng Long twitched his Adam's apple twice and swallowed back what he wanted to say. Zou Huaiwen watched Tang Tingwei's men pull out their guns, his heart trembled, and he quickly smoothed things over and said: "Chairman Tang, A Bao doesn't

Be sensible and forgive me for the etiquette matters."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, my little brother doesn't know etiquette either." Tang Tingwei spun the stone ball, his words full of threats: "Tonight, I will invite Mr. Li, Mr. Wang, and Miss Bao to come, just because I am afraid that Mr. Zou will take the silver.

Damn it, to be honest, I have no interest in the skills of big stars, but a few young men are interested, can I, Tang Tingwei, support me?"

"What if your boss, Zou, offers more money than some of the young ladies, or if boss Zou's face is big enough to get the heads of the young ladies to nod, and I don't have anything to say as an intermediary? Is boss Zou's face big enough?"

Zou Huaiwen's face was stiff, and he glanced at Li Jiajie. Bao Yuli's several large water pipes had been blocked and he couldn't get off the stage.

The families of Li Jiajie, Wang Zhonghui, and Bao Yuli are all the top big financial groups in Hong Kong. The funds, shares, and monthly living expenses in their own names are enough to support a society. Going to the Walled City to watch boxing is purely a personal hobby.

When they appear in front of the media cameras, they appear to be highly educated, high-quality, and glamorous rich kids. However, no matter how much halo they carry on their heads, they will bear much pressure behind their backs. It is human instinct to pursue excitement and relieve stress. Li Jiajie,

Wang Zhonghui, Bao Yuli and others are regular visitors to the Kowloon boxing ring. They often bet millions a night, and their favorite is the cage fight in the eighth ring. There are no rules in cage fighting, and you will either die or be disabled.

As the boss of Jiahe, Zou Huaiwen is also one of the well-known businessmen in Xiangjiang, but compared with the big chaebols in charge of major industries, he is not far behind.

Seeing that Zou Huaiwen didn't speak, Li Jiajie drank red wine and took the initiative to choke: "Boss Zou, don't worry."

"Let Aaron and Abao go to the cage and do a few tricks without taking Aaron's and Abao's lives. The people around here don't know that Aaron and Abao are your cash cows, Zou Huaiwen. After the fight, continue filming."

The price of five million Hong Kong dollars is indeed not a big sum in the eyes of Tang Tingwei, Li Jiajie and others.

If Cheng Long and Hong Jingbao were really dragged into the city to fight, based on their reputations, the amount of bets would definitely exceed 10 million!

In the past, many people who didn't know how to bet would go to the Walled City for the two of them, and they could buy a lot of money by selling tickets.

But Zou Huaiwen will definitely let Cheng Long and Hong Jingbao enter the city. They will lose more than face. Once the news is exposed, no matter who loses or wins, the values ​​of Cheng Long and Hong Jingbao will plummet. If a star goes to boxing, winning or losing will be a shame, not to mention

There will definitely be a winner or loser.

Zou Huaiwen didn't have any face in front of Li Jiajie, Bao Yuli and others. Wang Zhonghui even said disdainfully: "Let two celebrities perform fancy fists and embroidered legs? Otherwise, let Wenchai come on stage, otherwise the two of them will see blood, otherwise it would be boring.

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"Wenchai!" Li Jiajie looked surprised and laughed wildly: "Hahaha, you want Aaron's life!"

"Mr. Li, I have some friendship with your father..." Zou Huaiwen also tried to redeem himself: "How about I invite you all to have a party at sea this weekend?"

"Fuck you, there are so many people who are friends with my dad, it's your turn?" Li Jiajie cursed and stepped on Zou Huaiwen's face on the ground.

"Chairman Tang." Cheng Long seized the opportunity and plucked up the courage to say, "I have some friendship with Boss Zhang from DreamWorks. Can you give me some noodles?"

"Which boss Zhang of DreamWorks?" Tang Tingwei was a little surprised for a moment. He raised his hand with the cold muzzle of another gun and pointed it at Cheng Long's head. Cheng Long felt the touch of the muzzle, his heart beat wildly, but he gritted his teeth and said

: "Boss Zhang Guobin."

"Click." The gunman opened the safety.

Li Jiajie, Wang Zhonghui and Bao Yuli don’t know the identity of Boss Zhang...

Tang Tingwei thought for a moment, came to his senses, and said with a smile: "He Yihai's Prince Bin!"

"If you are familiar with Prince Bin, please invite Prince Bin over!" Tang Tingwei said with a smile. If you believe someone who pulls out a big flag, then who in the world still believes in fists?

He did know that Cheng Long and Hong Jingbao had filmed movies with DreamWorks, but he didn't think that just one movie could be associated with a big shot.

If Cheng Long had not promised Zhang Guobin to join DreamWorks, Zhang Guobin would not have taken the initiative for Cheng Long and Hong Jingbao. Should the two of them run away and be in a cage? What does it have to do with him?

Tang Tingwei also felt that if Cheng Long and Hong Jingbao were really related to Zhang Guobin, then it was not Zou Huaiwen who should come today, but Zhang Guobin.

"Bang!" Dongguan Miao kicked open the box door.

Zhang Guobin was dressed in a black suit, with neatly polished hair, wearing bright leather shoes, holding a cigar between his fingertips, exhaling a long breath, wearing a red tie, stepping into the box door step by step, lowering his head and asking casually

: "I just passed by outside the private room and heard someone calling my name."

"Eh?"

"Did someone just call me Prince Bin?"

Dongguan Miao raised a pistol and pointed it at the head of a gunman. Five bodyguards in suits entered the door together. Another gunman raised his gun at the same time and pointed it at the head of the second city shooter...

A gun to the head,

Head after head and gun after gun...

The entire private room was under the control of the Yihai people in a blink of an eye. Tang Tingwei and other people from the Walled City immediately changed their expressions. The faces of Li Shaojia, Wang Zhonghui, and Bao Yuli immediately fell. They looked at the young people who entered the room, and their moods fell to the lowest point.

, I felt a murderous aura.

As long as the four major water pipes are in Xiangjiang, they are not afraid of risking their lives. It is hard to tell if they are extremely vicious gangsters, but people with high status in politics, business, Jianghu, etc. dare not touch them.

They just feel that the matter is difficult to talk about and they may be embarrassed.

Cheng Long and Hong Jingbao's eyes sparkled with surprise, and they quickly opened their mouths and shouted: "Zhang Sheng, Zhang Sheng."

Zhang Guobin put the cigar in his hand into his mouth, bit the end of the cigar with his teeth, and puffed on the white smoke. He approached the dining table and asked Tang Tingwei condescendingly: "Thunder Gong, you have been playing so big recently, even the entire city is covered with it."

Looking for a star to fight?"

"Is your business good... or not... If your business is good, why can't you even hire a boxer?"

Tang Tingwei opened his mouth, slowly pushed the chair away, tried to stand up, and said: "Prince, the relationship between He Yihai and Chengzhai has always been good..."

"Sit down!" Zhang Guobin didn't wait for Lei Gong to finish speaking, and shouted loudly. Lei Gong had to sit down on the chair slowly and looked up at Zhang Guobin.

"If your city is short of boxers, talk to me!" Zhang Guobin pointed his thumb towards his face, raised a ferocious look at the corner of his mouth, and said domineeringly: "I, Prince Bin, can come on stage in person, and you can choose from the nine championships in the city.

, If you think that I, Prince Bin, are not enough to fight, I and the 70,000 brothers from Yihai will take turns going to the city, and you will be able to pick them one by one. Which one do you think you want to fight? Tell me then, what do you think?"

"Brother Prince, if you enter the boxing ring, I will die at a loss." Tang Tingwei said with a bitter smile.

When the prince and Da Bohao were just bad guys, they went to the stronghold to fight when they were short of money. The two were upset one after another. The prince had a record of winning thirteen games in a row. He could destroy everything with his crane fist. Wouldn't he kill the villager as soon as he entered the stronghold?

"Then you're going to invite my people into the walled city?" Zhang Guobin cursed: "If you don't have eyes when you come out, then my brother will open a hole for you. Actors who have worked with DreamWorks in the future,

If you dare to touch it, I will chop off your head."

"If you are not convinced, just bring the rats in the walled city out to find me. Do you, Lese, have anything to say now?"

"Say hello to Brother Chai for me." Tang Tingwei held two meteorite balls and faced Zhang Guobin with the same domineering attitude as when he faced Zou Huaiwen. He held it in his mouth for a long time before uttering a sentence.

"Get out!" Zhang Guobin spat out one word.

Tang Tingwei immediately stood up, bowed and apologized to Li Jiajie, Wang Zhonghui and others: "I'm sorry, Young Master Li, Young Master Wang, please go ahead. If you need anything, you can talk to the prince."

He can no longer intervene in this matter.

Zhang Guobin smoked a cigar with a natural expression and sat on the main seat. After Lei Weiwei left the box with a group of city gunmen, he raised his hands and greeted: "Come on, bosses and celebrities, you're welcome, now

Come on, I, Prince Bin, will be your host!"

"If you have anything to talk about, keep talking!"
Chapter completed!