This scene happened completely in the flash. Even the few people in Hutchison did not expect that the people from all over the world would take out firearms. The short dog seemed to violate the rules of the world. Only Darong knew best that Xiong Baizhou was just trying to solve the problem.

Because this is not a simple contradiction, but an important event involving national interests and image, how could Xiong Baizhou limit his own methods?

"Tell me about your conditions."

Looking at the controlled fairy child, Xiong Baizhou still spoke in a slow tone, and even his butt didn't move.

This is not the first time that a fairy child has been pointed at by a gun, and he can support and be happy, so his courage is not something that a short dog can scare.

However, he could also feel the strong murderous intent of this unruly young man around him.

The fairy child is not an ordinary Sijiuzi. He has been sitting in the hall with an unforgettable number of times. As his emotions gradually stabilized, the fairy child gradually calmed down.

Since the mainland is so anxious, it means that the march can indeed cause great trouble to them. In this way, the initiative is still in their own hands.

The fairy boy obediently sat back on the chair, staring at the unknown mainland "guest" in front of him. However, Xiong Baizhou did not look up at all. On the contrary, he took out the cigar box leisurely, lowered his head and calmly cut the cigar hat in front of dozens of people in the ice room.

Suddenly, a sirens came from the downstairs of the ice room. It was obvious that the horseman was kicked down just now, which attracted the attention of the patrol guards around him.

The fairy boy's face relaxed. He was lucky today because he had never seen a club that dared to pull out guns in front of the man.

Da Drong also walked over and said, "Mr. Xiong, put away the firearm first, I'll deal with the messengers downstairs."

"Need not."

Xiong Baizhou shook his head, took out a red-faced document from his arms and handed it to Da Drong: "You hand it to the patrolman, don't talk much about anything else."

Da Rong was stunned for a moment, but when he saw Xiong Baizhou focusing on cutting the cigar, he still went downstairs "dengdeng".

The man naturally knew Hu Ji and was in the hall, especially when he was injured, he was lying in front of him. He could easily think of the fight between the clubs. When he was about to call ib to clean up through the walkie-talkie, Da Rong handed over the red book.

"Someone upstairs asked me to hand it over to you."

The patrolman hesitated at first, but after seeing the five-pointed star and hammer and sickle patterns on the cover, his face suddenly became cautious.

He took it over and flipped a few pages, then pursed his lips and returned it to Da Rong, and immediately turned around and left the ice room.

The patrolman's actions surprised Da Rong very much. He quietly opened it before going upstairs, but he suddenly closed it when he saw the name of "Central" on the title page.

The more you know, the deeper you get.

He Anle in the ice room was waiting for the sender to come and "rescue", but he didn't expect that the red book would be so useful. He thought for a while and finally spoke: "It's difficult to cancel the parade, because He Anle's organization fee has been distributed in advance."

"How much?"

Xiong Baizhou put away the ID sent to him by Xinhua News Agency, as if it was just a trivial matter.

"100,000 yuan, because I organized more than 400 people," replied the fairy boy.

"Give it to him!"

Xiong Baizhou seemed to have no patience to listen, and even had no intention of bargaining.

A few minutes later, Lu Licun held a box on the table, and after opening it, he revealed piles of Hong Kong dollars.

"100,000, no more or less."

Tong Zhitai didn't expect Xiong Baizhou to agree so readily, but he felt pressured in his heart. Xiong Baizhou's promise was so readily, which shows the urgency of solving the problem.

This also means that if anyone dares to deceive Xiong Baizhou's time, he will definitely not have time to learn the detailed situation and just do it with one bullet.

Xiong Baizhou had cut off the cigar cap and was litting a cigarette butt while litting a match. Tong Zhitai looked at the box of Hong Kong dollars, exhaled gently and said slowly: "I'm not talking about Hong Kong dollars, but British pounds."

"pick!"

Sheng Yuanqing pressed Tong Zhitai heavily on the table with a bang: "You are holding your mother, are you playing tricks on me?"

Da Drong's eyelids twitched. Tong Zhitai was really frustrated. He dared to provoke under such circumstances. Sheng Yuanqing kept pulling his hand on the trigger. The reason why he didn't do it was just waiting for Xiong Baizhou to nod.

Now the Hong Kong dollar exchange rate is almost 8 to 1. Not to mention the Central parade, you can buy weapons and revolt directly on the Hong Kong Island.

But Xiong Baizhou actually smiled, raised his head freely and blew out a mouthful of smoke, and said the three words: "Give it to him!"

The fairy child's pupils couldn't help but magnify.

Even Hutchison was a little turbulent, and Zheng Renduo whispered: "Ding Ye, 800,000 is enough to buy a fairy child for a lifetime."

Da Rong's face changed several times, and finally said, "Calendar the sound and watch the show."

Not long after, Lu Licun brought a few cadres from all over the world to come in again. Each of them had two boxes in his hand, a total of eight.

"Hong Kong dollars of 100,000 pounds are not much or less."

The corners of the fairy boy's mouth moved. The mainland man had a mighty spirit while waving his hand, and he could tolerate his provocation. He didn't expect how to deal with it next.

Xiong Baizhou took action. He asked Sheng Yuanqing to put away the firearm, then walked to the fairy boy and said seriously: "The 100,000 pounds in exchange for the parade will be cancelled. If you don't do anything, I will take your life."

After Xiong Baizhou said that, he took the man away directly. The bullets were loaded just now. The tense Jiulong Ice Room instantly quieted down. The fairy boy glanced at the indifferent Da Rong and took away 800,000 Hong Kong dollars without saying a word.

Since reading the red book, Da Rong has not done much, just looking at He Anle and his group of people downstairs thinking.

The peaceful land is in deep water, and the atmosphere on the way back is very depressing, and no one is threatened by a gun.

In addition, the inexplicable 800,000 in the car seemed to be a death-hunting banknote, scattered in colorful colors in the rear compartment.

"Big Boss, do you still need to do a parade?" Finally, he asked Anle's maid.

The fairy child has made a decision in his heart.

"It's not tomorrow for me to go out. If I escape at the last minute, Mr. Ni will not support us anymore, and He Anle is not worth much."

The fairy child picked up a Hong Kong dollar, put it in his hand and groped it slowly, and suddenly crushed it.

"Pick his mother, I, a fairy boy, came out at the age of 16 and planted a flag on Xiumaoping. Will I be scared away by my cousin's short dog in mainland China?"

Just when the fairy child decided to "collect money and not do anything", Xiong Baizhou was driving towards the Sha Tin Race Farm in Hong Kong.

Hong Kong people like metaphysics. Horse racing has the meaning of "horse success". Especially when the gambling industry enters this industry, it can be legally placed for just 10 Hong Kong dollars, and is welcomed by more and more ordinary citizens.

Some intermediaries can even make profits by relying on internal relations.

Sha Tin Horse Farm is located in Sha Tin District, east of the New Territories, and has complete private rooms. Many Hong Kong tycoons like to bet on horses here.

They bet on horses is just a hobby, enjoying the sense of honor when winning. Even Ni Xianlun, the owner of Apple Daily, specializes in raising a few horses and riders, and regularly participates in racetrack competitions.

After Xiong Baizhou circled around the horse farm, he took out his Hong Kong cell phone and dialed the Darong phone number.

"Arong, do you have any ideas about what you mentioned to you in the morning?"

The power of the red book just now once again shocked Da Rong. He suddenly felt that the community was too humble in front of the regime, but the decision to "submit" was very difficult. He finally said: "Well,"

In fact, even Da Rong didn't notice it. Every time he refused Xiong Baizhou, his heart was inexplicably under a little pressure.

This is similar to boiling a frog in warm water. When you gradually can't withstand the pressure, it is the day to give in.
Chapter completed!