Smile!

As a Hongmen boss, Hun Sen never thought that Song Zhichao would KO his right-hand man in front of him, and even Hong Ying, his righteous son.

Pity this Hong Ying, his skills Hong Ye knows, even in the Hongmen, he is a first-class good player, not to mention one to fight ten, even if there are a few more, it is not a problem, but he is such a master, but he was knocked out in front of himself with the most primitive weapon --- wine bottle.

Hong Ye had a little brain pain.

Faced with this situation, he really didn't know what to do.

Get angry, this is your own territory, your own territory can't even protect your own people, and you still send out your anger and don't be laughed at by others when you talk about it?

The only way to do that is to --- calm.

So Hong Ye smiled very calmly, pointed to Hong Ying, who was bleeding from his forehead on the ground, and said to Song Zhichao: "Mr. Song, are you doing this a little too much?"

Song Zhichao shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "He beat my follower, I beat him, it's fair, isn't it?"

Hun Sen: "......" glanced at Jin Jiu, who had a blue nose and swollen face behind Song Zhichao, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "You are really a good boss, for your subordinates to dare to do this." ”

"Standing up for his subordinates is the duty of being a big brother. ”

"What a duty!" Hun Sen said, "I don't care about you first, I just want to know now, how did you know that sign language?"

Song Zhichao smiled and approached Hun Sen.

The people next to him were afraid that Song Zhichao would be unfavorable to Hun Sen--- after all, Song Zhichao had just been nervous, but he was a person with a criminal record, so he hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, but Hun Sen waved his hand at them, meaning that he didn't have to come up, and he didn't dare to do anything to himself if he forgave him.

Song Zhichao couldn't help but secretly praise, this Hong Ye is worthy of being the leader of Hongmen, this courage, this courage is not comparable to ordinary people.

"Master Hong, since your old man asked, I will tell you ---that the reason why I know this sign language is because ......" Song Zhichao leaned into Hun Sen's ear, "because you told me." ”

"What?" Hun Sen's eyes immediately widened.

In my impression, he didn't know Song Zhichao at all, so how could he tell him such a secret.

In fact, Song Zhichao was not wrong, in his previous life, this century-old secret sign language of the Hong family was told to Song Zhichao by Hun Sen himself.

At that time, Song Zhichao and Hong Ye's granddaughter Hong Xueli were getting along happily, and the two even reached the time to talk about marriage. Song Zhichao also knew that Hong Ye liked the things in the cup, so he bid for a bottle of 30-year-old wine from the auction at a high price of 900,000 yuan and gave it to Hong Ye as a gift.

At noon that day, Hong Ye drank excitedly, blushing and talking to Song Zhichao about a lot of secrets about the Hong family, including the secret sign language that the Hong family has passed down for a hundred years. Hong Ye told Song Zhichao that since we are about to become a family, if we encounter trouble around the world in the future, we only need to show this sign language to the Hong family, and we can get help from the Hong family.

In fact, Hun Sen is not bragging. The ancestor of the Hong family is the master and protagonist of Hong Kong martial arts movies--- "Hong Xiguan", his son is called "Hong Wending", and then it has been passed down in a line, and the Hong family began to spread in China, Hong Kong, Taiwan, and even Chinatowns in the United States and Chinatowns in the United Kingdom.

In addition, many ancestors of the Hong family are Hongmen bigwigs, so that the Hong family is very important in the whole world. Like Hun Sen, a Los Angeles Chinatown tycoon, is one of them, but Hun Sen's energy is very big, not to mention that his son John Hong is a member of the Los Angeles City Council, as a Chinese, speaking in the government has a lot of weight, Hun Sen himself is the chairman of the General Chinese Chamber of Commerce, in charge of the entire Los Angeles Chinese business operations, as long as he angers him, don't say what kind of business tycoon you are, you can be kicked out of Los Angeles in minutes.

It is precisely because of this that Hun Sen said such things to Song Zhichao in his previous life, which is equivalent to treating Song Zhichao as his own grandson-in-law, and not treating him as an outsider.

But the world is unpredictable, in the end, no one expected that Song Zhichao and Hong Xueli would break up because of a business quarrel, and finally the relationship ended, and Song Zhichao did not become a "part" of the Hong family, so he did not use this mysterious "sign language".

But now, Song Zhichao came to the United States because of the signing of Mike Jackson, looking for Hun Sen's help, and in desperation, he wrote sign language.

At this time, hearing Song Zhichao say this, Hun Sen immediately laughed, "Young man, I don't blame you for beating my person in front of me;

Faced with Hong Sen's cold questioning, Song Zhichao was not frightened, "What I said is the truth, believe it or not--- but according to the rules of the Hong family, no matter who it is, whether it is a member of the Hong family or an outsider like me, as long as you say sign language, you must help unconditionally, right?"

Hun Sen was immediately stunned, it is true, there is such a rule in the Hong family, this kid even knows this? Hun Sen is inevitably a little suspicious.

Gritting his teeth, Hun Sen tried to take a breath to calm his emotions, and at this time, his anger at Song Zhichao was completely replaced by a curiosity.

In Hun Sen's opinion, this young man named Song Zhichao must have some relationship with the Hong family, otherwise he would not know so many secrets, and the most important thing is that as the helmsman of the Hong family in Los Angeles, Hun Sen will not personally violate the family rules no matter what, so he thought about it a little and said: "No matter who you are, the family rules of the Hong family really can't be easily violated--- I promise you, what do you ask me to help you do?"

"It's very simple, I know that Hong Ye has a lot of energy, and you also have some intersections with some big stars in Hollywood, so I hope you can ......" Song Zhichao said that he wanted to meet the pop king Mike Jackson, but people are too busy now to see no one at all, not to mention Chinese businessmen from Hong Kong like himself, even some Hollywood directors, well-known businessmen have been rejected by Mike. In desperation, Song Zhichao made this decision, hoping that Hong Ye could help.

After listening to Song Zhichao's words, Hun Sen immediately analyzed the truth and falsehood--- it seems that this young man really wants to see that ghost Mike, not like he is cheating. After all, a person as big as himself, ordinary people will never make such a "little thing" to disturb themselves when they ask for their help.

That's right, for Hong Ye, it is indeed a small thing to let Song Zhichao and that ghost Mike meet.

So on the one hand, Hun Sen affirmed that Song Zhichao really wanted to ask for himself, and on the other hand, he was also a little unhappy--- what was upset? Song Zhichao asked for help too little--- he was also a big man in Los Angeles, so he let himself do this little thing, and he was too underestimated himself.

"A-Ying, since you're awake, let's help Mr. Song do something--- doesn't that ghost's agent Mike still owe us a lot of money? Tell him, do him a favor, and the interest will be reduced by half for him!"

Hong Ying, who was being helped up and was sobering up on the chair next to her, shook her head when she heard the words, glanced at Song Zhichao with some resentment, and then said: "Yes---!"

When Hong Ye heard this, he turned back to Song Zhichao with a smile and said, "I have already promised you what you asked me to do--- but let A-Ying do it, don't you mind?"

Song Zhichao smiled slightly, glanced at Hong Ying, who hated himself to the bone and his eyes were about to burst into flames, and said, "How can I mind? I have no strengths, and I know how to control livestock best, especially the kind of stubborn donkey!"

"That's good, don't be kicked by a donkey--- it will hurt!"

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