area51novel Chapter 65: The New Chronicle Has No Money? Who Would Believe It?
Chapter 65: The New Chronicle Has No Money? Who Would Believe It?
Before long, Old Xu led Xu Long, Pig Head Xi, Ma Gao, and several henchmen into the restaurant.
Upon seeing him, Old Xu greeted him with a smile, "Ah Sheng, it's been a long time!"
One doesn't hit a smiling face, so Jiang Tiansheng smiled faintly, stepped forward and shook hands with the other person, "It's been a few months, Brother Yan and Brother Long, how have you been lately?"
"I was in good health before, but recently the doctor said that with the change of seasons, people like us who are getting older tend to have some health problems."
Old Xu's words were loaded with meaning; he was clearly an old "yin-yang master."
Xu Long sized up Chen Fan a few times and remarked, "Ah Sheng, your Hung Hing is really thriving lately. All the leaders are young and promising."
"Brother Yan, Brother Long, and a few others, please have a seat." Jiang Tiansheng pointed to the seats across the negotiating table. "We're all people of the underworld, so let's talk things out tonight to avoid hurting our relationship."
As the new scribes took their seats, the lecture officially began.
"Ah Sheng, I've already heard what happened," Old Xu said first. "Last night's big fight was caused by a villain. It was just a misunderstanding. Your Hung Hing fought so fiercely last night, getting all the spoils back. We'll hand over that villain to you, and you can return our Sun Kee people to us. This debt will be wiped clean, how about that?"
"Afan, what do you think?"
Jiang Tiansheng joked.
"Me?" Chen Fan gave a disdainful smile. "Mr. Jiang, I'll just sit and watch."
Old Xu, Xu Long, and the others looked puzzled.
The fight has been fought, the people have been arrested, and the anger has subsided. Now that they are willing to make concessions, they still don't want to appreciate it.
Must things escalate to the point of mutual destruction before they're satisfied?
Pighead asked in a low voice, "Hua Daofan, do you mean you want to continue?"
"Hehe, Brother Qiang, when you're in this business, you have to admit your mistakes and stand up straight when you get beaten."
"Your people are on our Hung Hing territory, and you're attacking our Hung Hing people. We Hung Hing never provoke trouble, nor are we afraid of trouble."
"If you want people, you can have one leader. The price for the damage to our Hung Hing's reputation will be the same as what Chung Hsin Yi paid to us. The rest of the small fry will be given to you for an extra dollar, and we'll pack them up and send them back to you."
"We can create a good image for your company, Sun Kee, to overshadow the reputation of Wo Shing and Chung Shun Yee for valuing talent."
The new reporter was stunned.
Liang Kun, Gan Zitai, and the other three were equally astonished.
If they remember correctly, four of the leaders of the Xinji were captured, and the ransom for them all was fifty million!
Half a billion!
This is absolutely outrageous!
A few rotten sweet potatoes and stinky bird eggs are actually worth so much.
"Why don't you just rob me!" Ma Gao's face was so gloomy it could drip water.
Xu Long glared at Chen Fan and said, word by word, "It's understandable for a young person to have a temper, but don't take that temper as a reason to push your luck. Remember, arrogance will eventually be punished by Heaven."
"Hmm, as expected of the head instructor of the new team, you speak both eloquently and philosophically, but you probably don't have much education."
Arrogance will be punished by Heaven, not by man. We all have one head on our shoulders, and with one stroke, all are equal.
However, I don't like killing, so I asked someone to get me some local specialties. You can take a look at them and then judge whether the price is reasonable.
As Chen Fan spoke, he picked up the black plastic bag that was placed in front of Xi B.
Amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, he pulled out two cubes and two "pineapples" from inside.
Tick-tock...tick-tock...
One of the cubes has a small clock ticking on it, with exposed black wires running around it.
"Bomb...bomb!"
Everyone present was a seasoned veteran who had been in the business for several years; even if they hadn't eaten pork, they had seen pigs run.
Old Xu, Xu Long, and the others shrank to one side of the wall as if they had encountered some kind of flood or ferocious beast, their eyes filled with terror.
Jiang Tiansheng, Chen Yao, and the others stared at the object with the countdown ticking, their expressions freezing for a moment, but their intuition told them they couldn't show any fear.
Because it's useless to expose it; if the bomb explodes, everyone present will die.
"Good eye, no wonder you're an old hand. I bought this from a few Hong Kong and Guangdong gangsters for five million."
"The countdown is over, it's really going to explode."
"BOOM!"
Chen Fan raised one hand, clasped his palm together, and made a famous explosion gesture.
"Hey, don't even think about running away. I'm not very capable, I just have a lot of strength. Whoever tries to run, I'll throw this little thing at them."
"If we can't fry it today, there's plenty of time next time."
Chen Fan's tone was calm, yet it carried a strong sense of threat.
Running away means death, and a breakdown in negotiations means death; it's just a matter of time.
Even Little B felt a bit damp in his crotch after hearing Chen Fan's words.
Looking at Chen Fan's genuine expression, Old Xu knew they were truly in a bind; if they didn't agree, the other party might actually detonate the bomb.
Hua Daofan, that bastard, is definitely a crazy person who values money over life!
Chen Fan put his feet up on the negotiating table, fiddling with the two hand grenades in his hands. "Brother Yan, Brother Long, time waits for no one. Every second you delay brings all of us here one step closer to the gates of hell."
Old Xu and Xu Long exchanged glances, and finally let out a long sigh, "Fifty million, we... will give it to you."
"Brother Yan, I just said, when you're in this business, you have to admit your mistakes and take the beating." Chen Fan joked, "Are you that forgetful, old man?"
"Hua Daofan, we're all in Hong Kong, we'll run into each other all the time, don't go too far." Old Xu gritted his teeth.
Chen Fan spread his hands and chuckled, "Just protecting myself. Last night I humiliated your Xinji so much. In a normal fight, none of you could beat me. If I'm not mistaken, your Xinji is probably planning to pay a bounty and hire an assassin to take care of me."
"I don't like living with a sword hanging over my head, otherwise I wouldn't have wasted five million on these two little gadgets."
"Fifty-five million, I'll give it to you."
Old Xu felt that this negotiation was the most frustrating moment of his life. He, the head of the new branch of the company, was actually threatened by a greenhorn who had just started out. The worst part was that he couldn't show any temper. It was an absolute disgrace!
Chen Fan turned off the timer on the fake bomb, gave a thumbs up, and said, "Brother Yan is so generous. The New Bureau is indeed the number one triad in Hong Kong. They are rich and powerful. I admire them."
"Fifty-five million is no small sum. How about we divide it into three installments, to be settled within three months?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Fan remained silent, restarted the timing device, and then quietly watched Lao Xu perform.
What kind of ridiculous joke is this?
If Xinji is a legitimate company, it's perfectly reasonable that it couldn't come up with 55 million at once.
But the question is, is Xinji legitimate?
It should be noted that the business of the Xinji gang was complicated, involving all three sides of the law, including the underworld, and even drug trafficking.
Who the hell would believe a group like this that says it has no money?
If a second-rate top-tier triad like Chung Hsin Yi can easily scrape together one or two hundred million, how could the Sun Kee not even be able to come up with half a small goal?