Chapter 311

Tang Jingyun didn't wait for Zhong Liang to say anything. After sorting it out, she got out of the car and left. The car crashed into this shape. When she drove in, she had to go to the Bureau. She didn't have this free time.

Zhong Liang sat in the car and couldn't help holding his forehead. His eyebrows wrinkled tightly. As a senior member of the society and a confidant of master Fu, naturally many people stared at him, but he was calculated when he just appeared in Hong Kong. There is a lot of information disclosed here.

He felt that there was probably a traitor inside the club, and it should also be a high-level person, otherwise his whereabouts would not be so accurate.

Just then, the window was knocked.

Zhong Liang suddenly looked up and saw the woman standing outside just now. She couldn't help picking her eyebrows, smiled in surprise, rolled down the window and said with a light smile, "what's the matter, miss?"

Tang Jingyun stretched out her hand, "I have no money on me. Give me some."

Just now, Tang Jingyun had no time to worry about her bag. Now she has only a gun, a mobile phone and a bank card. She doesn't even have any cash.

Zhong Liang suddenly realized that he took out his wallet and ordered five to Tang Jingyun. "My name is Zhong Liang. Thank you really this time."

Tang Jingyun glanced at the money in her hand and smiled faintly, "I won't pay you back. It's in exchange for saving your life."

Then he turned and left.

Why does Zhong Liang think her eyes are full of disdain when she sees the money? Subconsciously, he grabbed Tang Jingyun's sleeve, then pulled it from the corner of his mouth and said in a vicious voice, "come back! Do you mean that my life is worth 500, master Zhong?"

With that, Tang Jingyun stuffed the remaining ten large bills into Tang Jingyun's hand, which was a sigh of relief.

But Lord Zhong, do you think your worth is only a little more than 2000? In fact, it's not much different from 500.

Tang Jingyun glanced at the money in his hand and was too lazy to refuse, "yes, Lord Zhong, your life is so valuable."

Then he stuffed the money into his pocket, turned and left, leaving a blue faced Zhong Liang sitting in the car.

When the younger brother arrived, he saw the majestic Lord Zhong in their eyes silently counting the money. There were a few empty coins and wool tickets in his wallet. He was moved to tears. Lord Zhong is really honest. He is so trusted by Lord Fu, but he has never been extravagant.

This time, Tang Jingyun found an empty car in the nearby rest station. This time, she returned to the city safely.

She didn't go to Meng Lizhen, but went to the suite she found someone to buy in advance. After all, she also has her own things to do in the Hong Kong capital, and still needs a little free space.

She was glad that her luggage was checked to the community, otherwise she had to buy it again, which was a lot of trouble.

She bought a house in Shangtong community, with two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. It was a new house given to her son by an old couple. As a result, her son settled abroad, so she sold the house.

Tang Jingyun opened the door and went in, perhaps because it was used for the new house. The layout inside was quite warm, which made her nod with satisfaction. As for the sanitation of the room, she had found an hourly worker to clean it before she came.

When she first arrived, Tang Jingyun felt a little tired after experiencing the dangers of the plane and the road. When she changed into a new sheet, Tang Jingyun fell asleep.

She didn't know that during her sleep, the gangsters in Hong Kong capital had quietly brewing a storm.

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In a luxurious villa, an old man put his tea cup on the table. The tea overflowed and left a circle of water stains on the sandalwood table.

"Hum, the puppies of the four seas gang have grown up in appetite. With the support of yourong family, they are becoming more and more shameless." the old man's beard and hair are white, but his voice is like a flood. Sitting behind the desk, he is full of momentum, which makes the people present unconsciously bow their heads in awe.

If there are people from the Hong Kong capital Mafia, you will know that this old man is the famous Fu Ye of the Hong Kong capital Mafia. It is he who founded the Li society and became the first of the three gangs in the Hong Kong capital.

More than half a century has passed, leaving the society is booming, but this once powerful old man is old. Of course, his temperament does not change.

"Liang Zi, tell me about your guess." master Fu frowned and pointed to a man with a national face and thick eyebrows and big eyes in front of him.

Zhong Liang raised his head and looked at master Fu. "It's not that simple. This time I'm going to talk business with Italy. It's reasonable to say that my whereabouts are strictly confidential. How do Sihai Gang know?"

As soon as his voice fell, the room was silent and the dull atmosphere spread. If you can know the news, it's likely that you've helped people out of the house.

"Check!" master Fu waved his big hand, "I have to give you an account of this matter." he frowned again as if he remembered something. "The little girl also went to check. I don't know when a strong dragon came to the capital of Hong Kong."

His voice fell, and naturally someone was ordered to answer.

When these people went down, master Fu rubbed his swollen forehead with some emotion, "time is unforgiving, oh, old..."

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When Tang Jingyun woke up, it was already dark. She looked at the mobile phone time on the desktop and shook her head to get up. She felt that she was not used to it. Maybe there was a lack of someone's breath in the bed.

She freshened up, tied a ponytail, changed into casual clothes, turned out to look for food. She hasn't eaten dinner yet.

When I opened the door, I happened to meet the neighbor opposite the door. She also opened the door and came out. She was a sweet looking girl with a garbage bag in her hand. It seemed that she was going to throw garbage.

The girl's face flashed in surprise, followed by a friendly smile, revealing a dimple in the corner of her mouth, "Hello, are you my new neighbor?"

Tang Jingyun smiled and nodded, "Hello, just moved here. Nice to meet you."

"My name is Wei Qiu," the girl introduced herself with a bit of consternation on her face. "Are you from the mainland?"

After all, Tang Jingyun's accent is obviously not from Hong Kong. It's easy to distinguish. It's just strange to see Tang Jingyun's closed door. A girl from the mainland lives here. It's strange.

Tang Jingyun smiled and nodded, "my name is Tang Jingyun. Come to Hong Kong to relax."

As they talked, they went downstairs and then said goodbye to each other.

Tang Jingyun walked around here, found a good looking restaurant and pushed the door in. She found a high-end Chinese restaurant and pushed the door in.

The waiter asked enthusiastically at the beginning, but when he heard Tang Jingyun's mainland accent, his enthusiasm turned cold and indifferent. He even squinted when looking at people.

Tang Jingyun saw the "pa" hand menu on the table, gracefully wiped his hand with the paper towel on the table, slowly stood up and said in a not small voice, "sorry, I suddenly feel that I have no appetite. A restaurant can't make me feel like home. I don't think I deserve to sit down and have dinner."

Many diners around turned their heads and looked here in surprise.

The waitress flashed embarrassment on her face, and then sneered, "A hillbilly from the mainland is still holding a shelf here. I advise you to go back to the mainland."

Tang Jingyun smiled leisurely. Indeed, many people in Hong Kong have a sense of superiority these days. It seems that all people from the mainland are inferior.

Tang Jingyun felt a little sad and compassionate. She didn't know where these people's sense of superiority came from. She said faintly, "you are a waiter. When you arrive in the mainland, you are still a waiter. I can't see your superior qualifications."

Looking at the lobby manager who hurried over, Tang Jingyun narrowed her eyes and smiled, "sorry, this is really an unpleasant dining experience."

Then he tidied up his clothes and turned away slowly.

When the lobby manager noticed this place long ago, he gave a click in his heart. It's not because of how famous Tang Jingyun's face is, but because of his temperament, elegance and a bit of arrogance. At first glance, he is a famous man.

There is a language barrier, but the elegance and nobility all over the world have something in common. From this alone, we can see that the woman in front of us is not an ordinary person.

With the same action, some people are tough and weak, while others are arrogant and noble. Therefore, when seeing Tang jingyunping's indifferent eyes, the lobby manager wanted to fire the waiter.

But when he thought of his mother-in-law's naughty appearance, he could only bite his teeth and bear it. After all, this is his wife's sister. Forget it, although this woman is elegant, she may fall in the family. Otherwise, how can she swallow her anger and turn around.

Comforting himself in this way, he was relieved, but he still didn't look good to the waiter just now.

"Really, what's arrogance? Everyone can't see their status these days." the waiter looked at Tang Jingyun's back and spit.

Many diners frowned, not to mention that the quality of other waiters was really not good.

After Tang Jingyun walked out of the restaurant, she turned and looked at the sign, "Zhenwei restaurant". After meditating twice in her heart, she shook her head and left.

Her mood is somewhat bad. In her previous life, she was always arranged for food, clothing, housing and transportation, which is far from such a distinct feeling as now.

This is true in the United States and in Hong Kong. As a Chinese, what she feels is not respect, but discrimination and contempt. This is not for an individual of Tang Jingyun, but for the vast majority of the people of this nation.

Tang Jingyun suddenly feels a little small. This situation is not something she can reverse, but determined by the national conditions. Remembering the situation of later generations, she looked forward to it urgently. Wait, the sleeping Oriental lion is gradually waking up. Those who once despised this will be shocked sooner or later.

Thinking like this, Tang Jingyun was too lazy to find a good restaurant. She noticed that there were simple lighting, tables and chairs in the street ahead, and went straight to the big stall.