A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

"Luo Maosen came to the door on his own, Brother Luo, you also know. He and Liansheng Fire Bull are guarding the place and retiring. The most powerful people in Tai Kok Tsui now are you and me. That's why he came to me and asked me to help. You buy goods here.”

Xiao Bawang accompanied Smiley and took the cigarette handed over by Wang Zuluo.

Wang Zuluo was relieved now, thinking that it was Xiao Bawang who found Luo Maosen and wanted to cooperate in the pink goods business.

It turned out that Luo Maosen hired the little bully to stand up, and then the little bully took the opportunity to sweep his place in Tai Kok Tsui.

"Give Brother Bawang a bandage to save money. Brother Bawang is bleeding to death."

After Wang Zuluo got what he wanted, he stopped staying. But before leaving, he deliberately gave instructions to Death Quan.

The little bully next to him, who was smoking with his head tilted back, suddenly coughed.

What does it mean to bleed to death without getting money? Does this mean that you can't live without money?

"Brother Luo, wait a minute. If the accountant at the gambling stall says that all the money is deposited in the bank, just tell him that my little bully is helping him pick up his children from Edinburgh Middle School and is waiting for the money for a ride..."

Before Wang Zuluo opened the door, the little bully immediately shouted from behind.

Wang Zuluo didn't look back, opened the door and left. The bad guy behind him kicked the little bully off the chair.

It's already this time, and this bastard, the little bully, is still being so fucking mean.

After arranging for someone to withdraw money from the place mentioned by the bully, Wang Zuluo called Ahua again and asked him to find someone to find out about Luo Maosen.

As soon as he put down the phone, the boy watching the show in the restaurant came to Wang Zuluo and said that a man in a suit came to the door.

After walking out of the box, Wang Zuluo saw Luo Maosen walking into the restaurant with a smile. Behind him was Viper Bing, carrying a suitcase in his hand. He walked up to Wang Zuluo and opened it. There were stacks of banknotes inside.

When Aji and others who were eating in the hall saw this scene, they also came to stand next to Wang Zuluo and watched Luo Maosen's performance.

"Brother Luo, I misjudged the person before. I hope Brother Luo can accept this."

Wang Zuluo glanced at the opened suitcase. What was inside was not a large gold bull with a face value of one thousand, but small Hong Kong dollars of various denominations.

The total amount of money is probably around half a million. It seems that Luo Maosen really came here with sincerity this time.

"Since Mr. Luo is interested, I won't be polite. Come on, I'll invite Mr. Luo to have afternoon tea with you."

Asking his younger brother to put away the suitcase, Wang Zuluo took the person into the restaurant's private room.

I haven't eaten just now, and now I'm eating with Luo Maosen. I want to see what this guy wants to do.

He didn't believe that Luo Maosen was interested in the batch of pink goods he found from the disc factory. Although there were many goods, they were not enough to make Luo Maosen so interested.

There are a lot of fan dealers in Hong Kong, not to mention the Hei Chai shop operating in the Yau Ma Tei area and the Ni shop in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Luo Maosen came to her door again and again just for the mere sake of three million fans, so there must be something fishy going on.

"Brother Luo, I came here to talk to you about that batch of goods. I think Brother Luo is also a cheerful person. In a word, I will pay and you will ship the goods, and we will continue to cooperate."

Luo Maosen's smile was very sincere. He raised a glass of wine from his seat and gestured to Wang Zuluo, then drank it all in one gulp.

"I do have the goods, but I definitely won't sell them."

Wang Zuluo picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and then continued: "I have already let it out that I don't have fans and I don't sell goods here. Now if you ask me to bring the goods to you, it will be very shameless for others to know."

"Brother Luo, Hong Kong Island is so big. If you don't do it, many people will still do it. You can't control it. Everyone comes out to make money, and money is not guilty, so why not do it?"

Luo Maosen suddenly raised his hand and stopped the Viper Bings who suddenly took a step forward when they saw Wang Zuluo not giving face.

"I don't care whether others do it or not, but I can control myself. As you said, money is not a sin. Now, I have a business. If you want to invest in it, it will be your share. Don't worry, I promise you can do it. Make money."

Wang Zuluo didn't even raise his head. This was his own territory. Luo Maosen wouldn't dare to stab him if he had any brains.

"Let's talk about it." Luo Maosen became interested after hearing that Wang Zuluo said there was a profitable business.

He specifically asked someone to check Wang Zuluo's origins, but couldn't find anything except that he used to be Lin Weilong's wife's lawyer.

But Lin Weilong's business involves smuggling and arms, both of which can make a lot of money. It doesn't matter if he doesn't sell fans if he takes advantage of it.

Of course, ocean trade is also good. In recent years, Hong Kong Island’s supplies have all been imported. If you master ocean trade, won’t the money keep rolling in?

I just don’t know what Wang Zuluo wants to talk to him about.

"Make milk tea!" Wang Zuluo took a few mouthfuls of food and said vaguely: "Now the main consumers in Hong Kong are young people. Regardless of men and women, as long as they are young, they will definitely like milk tea. You can buy my shares." The milk tea shop will definitely make a lot of money.”

"Milk tea?" Luo Maosen was a little surprised, and then asked: "Is it the kind of thing... similar to Coca-Cola?"

"Brother Luo, Coca-Cola is no longer good now. If coca leaf powder is not added to it, it won't sell much."

Wang Zuluo sneered and said: "Coca-Cola will not decline without adding cocaine. If you haven't noticed, it has not been added for decades. The fact that it still exists is proof."

Wang Zuluo didn't want to continue beating around the bush with Luo Maosen, so he said directly: "Is there something wrong with this batch of goods from Prince Hong Tai?"

Luo Maosen was stunned by Wang Zuluo's sudden change of topic, then looked deeply at Wang Zuluo and said:

"Actually, this batch of goods does not belong to Lin Kun. It was brought in by a rising star from the Golden Triangle to test the market. It doesn't matter how much it costs, but being able to get on this line is what I want."

"You set a price, I will definitely take this batch of goods."

Luo Maosen put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and leaned on the chair to wait for Wang Zuluo's answer.

"The most powerful person in the Golden Triangle right now is Kunsha. Who is the rising star you mentioned...?"

Wang Zuluo did not answer immediately, but frowned and asked.

"Brother Luo doesn't do this, so there's no need to know. Anyway, this batch of goods doesn't cost much. As long as Brother Luo raises his hand, we can all make money."

Luo Maosen took out his cigar, and Wang Zuluo raised his hand to indicate that he didn't need it.

Who knows if there is anything mixed in the cigars for such a bastard who is so popular?

"Go and see if there are any signs in that batch of goods." Wang Zuluo turned around and ordered his men to go out to do things. Then he took out a cigarette and lit it without saying a word, just waiting.

When the disc factory closed down, the goods were packaged and hidden in the restaurant.

Soon, his subordinate came over with a piece of wrapping paper: "Brother Luo, look."

Wang Zuluo picked up the wrapping paper and took a look at it, with a smile on his face.

"Eight-faced Buddha? Hey, now he's out to get fans, aren't you afraid that Kunsha will kill him?"

Wang Zuluo threw the plastic wrapper on the table, smiled and shook his head at Luo Maosen.

"Fans are so damn trendy now, and they even have a brand."

"By the way, does Hong Tai know that you asked that useless prince to take the blame for you?"

Now it seems that Prince Hong Tai, this idiot, is taking the blame for others.

The goods of the Eight-faced Buddha are not transported through Kunsha's line. If it passes through the hands of the prince, and then Luo Maosen buys it back, the risk belongs entirely to Prince Hongtai.

Wang Zuluo clicked his tongue, Prince Hongtai died unjustly. Even if he doesn't take action, when Kun Sha gets the news, he will come over and cause trouble for the prince.

When Luo Maosen heard the name Eight-faced Buddha, his face became very ugly.

He didn't expect that Wang Zuluo actually knew the pattern of the Eight-faced Buddha, and also knew that this pattern represented people and not a random belief pattern made by the locals.

Now that Khun Sa is not dead, he has the final say on the goods in the Golden Triangle. The Eight-faced Buddha is still just a rising star. Luo Maosen wants to build on this line, not to cut it off.

It seems that this guy Wang Zuluo can’t stay!