Supreme Stock God

"Now?" Ni Yongxiao looked at the wall clock on the wall, and it showed that it was already 3:30 in the morning.

But he listened and put Run on the phone and said, "Yes, it's right now, it's very important, you come right now." After saying that, he hung up the phone.

After putting down the phone, Ni Yongxiao frowned, wondering why Fang Bingrun was so anxious to find himself.

Shufen raised her head and asked him, "Are you going out?"

"Yeah." Ni Yongxiao nodded, and Shufen went over to take his clothes and waited for him to put them on. School Ni Yong said to her: "You go back first, you don't have to wait for me to come back." Although I told her that, Ni Yong school also knew that Shufen would wait for herself to go back every time. If it was all night, she would cook porridge for herself. make breakfast.

After leaving the nightclub, Ni Yong School drove his car to Fang Bingrun's home. There will always be more than a dozen bodyguards guarding Fang Bingrun's villa, but today it has been reduced to only three. And Fang Bingrun was also watching the UEFA Champions League football game in the spacious living room, muttering: "Fucking Manchester United are going to lose again, but our peripheral disk is getting bigger, hehehehe..."

"God." Ni Yongxiao greeted Fang Bingrun with a smile and greeted him with a smile.

Fang Bingrun waved his hand, and the bodyguard withdrew, and only Ni Yongxiao and him were left in the living room.

Fang Bingrun walked over and sat on another sofa next to Fang Bingrun, "God, what is the important thing to come to me so late? Just tell me on the phone and I'll do it for you."

Hearing what Ni Yongxiao said, Fang Bingrun did not answer directly. Instead, he pointed to the two teams on TV, "You said, how many years have passed, when will Manchester United not let us down? Do you know how many people in Hong Kong want Does it lose money? It’s really a garbage team, but because of this, we can make so much money.” Fang Bingrun’s fat and fat face was a sinister smile, “To be honest, even Manchester United, The star football teams of Real Madrid are also controlled by someone behind them. Let them win and lose, and let them lose or lose. Every year the Champions League championship should be awarded to them."

Ni Yongxiao did not understand why Fang Bingrun suddenly said these words, and heard Fang Bingrun say: "Lianhu, do you know how much money the gambling group that manipulates European teams can make every year? Tens of billions, or US dollars! What about us, our Hong Kong A few big associations can only make a few billion Hong Kong dollars on the periphery. Tsk, Hong Kong is good, but after all, it is just a small place." He suddenly sighed, "Long You Qianshui, you lose Xiang Huaqiang. , An Longji and those guys are still fighting for the little profit like chicken food, really sitting on the well and watching the sky."

At this moment, Ni Yongxiao actually saw a youthful madness in Fang Bingrun, who was over fifty.

"Lianhu, why are you betraying me?" But seeing Fang Bingrun's words without warning, his squinted eyes stared at Ni Yongxiao closely.

"What?" Ni Yongxiao was taken aback for a moment, and immediately said: "Godfather, what did you say, when did I betray you?"

"Not yet!" Fang Bingrun didn't have a smile on his face, but exuded a violent aura. "Your subordinate Tony has already told me, should you say it? For the sake of you and me for so many years, as long as You confess, I can give you a way out!"

"God, what are you talking about, and that Tony, what the **** did he say nonsense?" Ni Yong denied, at the same time, his mind turned sharply, and he secretly guessed, "Did he find out about me and Zhou Hao? Or was he noticed when I sent someone to follow him last time? Impossible, the "mobile phone" has gone to Thailand, and no one should be able to find him."

Seeing Fang Bingrun took out a pistol from under the sofa cushion he was sitting on, he shot Ni Yongxiao in the left shoulder without saying anything.

"Bang!" The bullet was so powerful that it shot through Ni Yongxiao's shoulder blades in an instant, and scarlet blood spurted out of the two wounds at the front and back of Ni Yongxiao.

Ni Yongxiao let out a muffled hum, and immediately pressed the wound with his right hand, but Fang Bingrun's gun was still on his forehead, and he said with a grim expression: "Just shot your shoulder, you have to **** me Hard mouth, I will blow your head with this shot!"

The cold sweat shed from Ni Yong's school head, not only because of the pain in his shoulder, but also because he really felt life-threatening. He kept thinking, "Does Fang Bingrun really know?"

"Fuck you, tell me, why are you betraying me!" Fang Bingrun grabbed Ni Yong by the collar, and the pistol on his forehead broke the insurance.

"If he really knew, then he wouldn't give me a chance to confess, he would have killed me long ago. But if..." Ni Yongxiao quickly weighed in his heart.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and met Bingrun's gaze without fear, and slowly said: "God, I didn't betray you. If you don't believe me, then shoot!" Started and closed his eyes, with a generous and justified look.

"Okay, Lianhu, I didn't misunderstand you!" Fang Bingrun suddenly laughed, and at the same time moved the pistol away.

Ni Yongxiao deliberately opened his eyes in shock, but he let out a long sigh in his heart.

Seeing Ni Yong school’s blank face, Fang Bingrun smiled: “Because the little beast of Ni Yong school before, I couldn’t believe anyone anymore, so I wanted to try you. But you didn’t disappoint me, you really are. I believe it.” The "Ni Yongxiao" in his mouth was Mo Zhenxing, who died because of Ni Yongxiao and Zhou Hao's plan.

Ni Yongxiao thought to himself that fortunately, he had resisted not admitting it just now, otherwise he would really fall into the hands of this old fox. However, he deliberately showed an angry look on his face, "God, if you don't believe me, you can kill me so you can get me out of the club. You are like this, I..."

Fang Bingrun quickly said: "Lianhu, you have to be considerate of your godfather's painstaking efforts. The **** of Ni Yong school really hurt me miserably. I have lingering fears. But don't worry, as long as you continue to follow your godfather in the future, your godfather dare to say, We will surely rush out of Hong Kong and create a broader world! Lianhu, you are still so young, godfather promises you unlimited future!"

After hearing Fang Bingrun's words, Ni Yongxiao's "anger" slowly eased, but his face quickly turned pale due to heavy bleeding from the wound, and he felt a little dizzy.

Seeing Ni Yong's swaying footsteps, Fang Bingrun immediately shouted: "Doctor, doctor, didn't I let him prepare early, why haven't he come yet?"

Under the treatment and bandage of a doctor who specializes in serving the United British News Agency, Ni Yongxiao's injury quickly stabilized. And Fang Bingrun also said to him: "Lianhu, you first go back to recover from your injury, and your godfather will let you do one thing in a few days. As long as that thing is done, we don't have to bend down in this small place like Hong Kong. "

After leaving Fang Bingrun's residence, Ni Yongxiao returned to Shufen's residence, a separate residential unit.

Sure enough, Shufen was still waiting for him to come back. Seeing his pale face, Shufen immediately helped him into the house nervously, and when she saw the bandage on his body, Shufen became even more anxious. Ni Yongxiao was not uninjured before, but every time she saw him come back from injury, Shufen was always frightened.

"Lianhu, what's the matter? Who hurt you?" Shufen asked concerned.

School Ni Yong waved his hand, "Don't worry, I'm fine, don't tell me about my injury, you know."

Shufen hurriedly agreed, and helped Ni Yongxiao back to the room to lie down, while Ni Yongxiao lay on the bed and wondered about what Fang Bingrun asked him to do, and what he said he doesn’t need to bend here in Hong Kong anymore. What is it?

After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't have any clues, and because he was very tired because of the bleeding before, he fell asleep in a daze.

The sunlight came in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the room seemed to be covered with gold.

Zhou Hao slowly opened his eyes and saw the clear blue sky outside. Looking down, he saw that Su Lin was still shrinking in his arms like a cat. Although he was still in a dream, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing two cute dimples, obviously doing What a dream.

A pitying kiss on her smooth forehead, but the phone on the bedside table next to her suddenly rang. The harsh ringing completely destroyed the silence of the morning and at the same time awakened Su Lin who was still sleeping.

Su Lin pursed her pink lips, and even twisted her lips to express her dissatisfaction. Zhou Hao quickly picked up the phone and leaned to his ear, saying in an unkind tone: "Who?" At the same time, he stroked Su Lin's powder back to make her Keep sleeping.

"Huh? Really? Are you okay?" Zhou Hao frowned, and then said: "It's fine if you are okay, shit, that old pig is too cruel, but after this time, you It should be able to gain his trust completely. Uh, uh, it’s really weird, then okay, see what he asks you to do in a few days, and you can give me news. Um, okay, that’s it, you’re fine Heal your injuries."

After finishing the call, Su Lin in his arms asked Zhou Hao: "Who is it so early?"

"No, it's just a friend." Zhou Hao smiled. Seeing Su Lin's lazy and sultry appearance in the morning, and her seductive body under the quilt, Zhou Hao immediately reacted.

Su Lin, who was aware of it, immediately gave him a blank look, "Others are right, men are really lower-body animals."