At first I didn't find it. After all, these are two channels.

but……"

Lin Xiaoming sneered, "Cai Zhiming doesn't know that every master copy actually has a service life..."

His smile was full of disdain and pride. Obviously, he looked down on Cai Zhiming's arrangement that he thought was seamless.

really.

If two factories and two channels are really hidden, it will be really difficult for Lin Xiaoming to find out. Especially since these video tapes have not appeared in the Hong Kong Island market yet, it is very difficult to trace them.

But, after all, you have specialized in your profession.

Lin Xiaoming has been in the video tape industry for a long time, and he has experienced everything. I am afraid that Wu Xiaozu himself does not know better than him. I can only say that Cai Zhiming did everything well, but he forgot Lin Xiaoming!

Perhaps, he himself didn't notice this at all!

"No wonder, since he has seen the potential of the foreign market, he will not give it to others."

Wu Xiaozu held the bowl and sucked the soup along the side, then placed the chopsticks neatly on the porcelain bowl, and took out two "green bottoms"—

"I doubt..." Lin Xiaoming spoke hesitantly.

"Damn!" Wu Xiaozu held the wine glass and pressed two banknotes, with a smile on his face, interrupting the other party's next words.

"The others have nothing to do with me, all I want is videotape. Boss Lin, I am a businessman. Do you know?"

"..." After a moment of silence, Lin Xiaoming nodded with his back, "I understand, Wu Sheng."

"I remember this sentence when doing business. You must ensure that you have a business or a technology that can support your family even in any situation. Boss Lin, your management of videotapes is this craft, don't waste it. .”

Wu Xiaozu said a few more words and walked outside.

He glanced at the Jiulong City Village behind him, and his mouth curled up. The price of the equipment was not low.

A man walked towards the lights.

Wu Xiaozu walked out fifty meters, looked at the black alley in front of him, and stopped.

The smile gradually became solemn, frozen for a moment, and then smiled again.

"Da—Da—"

The beating of the heart seemed to be getting bigger at this moment.

"bite!"

When you turn on the lighter with your fingers, the sound of the cigarette burning seems particularly abrupt in the quiet environment.

"call--"

A mouthful of smoke was spit out, and the smoke rolled up at the entrance of the alley -

The scum Wu turned around and ran without hesitation!!!

The alley was blocked by a cardboard box, and the dozen young and dandy holding swords were lying in the shadows in the corner, listening to the sound of footsteps that were gradually approaching outside. Suddenly, the footsteps suddenly heard, and several people looked at each other without waiting. They thought too much, and the other party remembered the sound of the lighter continuously.

The strong man in the lead heard the sound and pressed his hands at the young and dandy boys behind him who wanted to show up. Everyone was relieved, and the leader also squeezed out a "very sure" smile.

Obviously - a half of cigarette butts were lying alone on the ground!

Hum... dense footsteps sounded.

"grass!"

Before the smile could rise, it instantly condensed on his face, and the strong man in the leading man turned black instantly!

"Chase!"

"I must kill this one today!" This voice was filled with anger heavier than just now, and he cursed with a very dark humorous voice, "If you litter everywhere, you can't spare him!"

Food stall.

Lin Xiaoming stood up and was about to pay for the payment. Suddenly there was a noise behind him. He turned his head and saw a dozen young and dandy boys carrying snow-clear machetes chasing a tall young man along the street, shouting and beating and killing.

"Hello, there are 35 mosquitoes and 6 horns in total."

The middle-aged man wearing a dirty apron wiped the sweat stains from the smoked forehead, and casually said to Lin Xiaoming, who took out his wallet and was about to pay, "You'll give it to 35 mosquitoes!"

"Hmm? Oh..."

Lin Xiaoming looked at the familiar figure who was running away frantically and turned his head, "Sorry, I'm not going to check out yet, I'll give me another bottle of beer and a pig's trotter."

"Okay."

The dirty master of Fire Head saw Lin Xiaoming staring at the young and dandy, and smiled, "Sir, don't you come here often for midnight snacks? This situation happens every night. You sit and wait for a while. Yes, there will be no problem right away!”

"Oh...thank you."

Lin Xiaoming smiled silently and said to himself, "I am just a businessman. Life and death are based on fate and success or failure. I do business, so I can't throw my life away..."

It’s not wrong to Mingzhebao’s own foundation?

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Chapter completed!