Chinatown, China House---

In the room where Song Zhichao stayed, he looked at Jin Jiu, who had a blue nose and swollen face.

Niu Xiong had already prepared the bone-setting wine and wiped the bruises on Jin Jiu's face and body.

"This guy is quite heavy, Brother Jiu, you have met a master. Niu Xiong said in his mouth, sprinkled a handful of bruising wine with one hand without tenderness, and rubbed it vigorously on Jin Jiu's face.

"Rub, you tap!" No matter how much Jin Jiu is a man, he can't stand Niu Xiong's toss like this.

Niu Xiong smiled, "It's easy to rub the medicinal wine into it, and the bruises are easy to disperse--- so you can bear with it." ”

So Jin Jiu bared his teeth and grinned.

Song Zhichao inquired in detail about what happened, and finally patted his shoulder and said to Jin Jiu: "It's hard!"

Jin Jiu looked ashamed and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Chao, I've embarrassed you." ”

Song Zhichao smiled and didn't say anything.

Immediately, Song Zhichao walked to the hanger, picked up his blazer from the hanger, and then said to Niu Xiong: "Wipe him briefly, let's go over!"

Jin Jiu saw that Song Zhichao was going to take Niu Xiong to see Hong Ye, but he didn't care about the pain in his body, so he hurriedly got up and said, "I'll go too." ”

Song Zhichao glanced at him and nodded, "Okay, let's go together!"

……

Los Angeles Chinatown, ---

At the door, Song Zhichao asked Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong to wait outside and knocked on the door.

Suddenly, the door of the Chamber of Commerce opened, and a person who came out looked at Song Zhichao, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You are the Boss Song that the bald guy said?"

Song Zhichao's eyes narrowed and he smiled: "Are you?"

The man smiled unruly, and then didn't look at Song Zhichao, but stared at Jin, who had a blue nose and swollen face, pointed to his nose, and said arrogantly: "Remember my name, my name is --- Hongying!"

……

Inside the Chamber of Commerce---

Hun Sen sat in his study, sipping tea, oh no, drinking wine.

Unlike many old people who like to drink tea, Hun Sen has always disliked drinking tea, he only likes to drink, and only likes to drink that kind of spirits, Moutai, Jian Nanchun, Erguotou, foreign whiskey, vodka, brandy, no matter what kind of drink, as long as it can make him slightly drunk, it is a good drink.

At this moment, Hun Sen is drinking Moutai.

Others drink tea, he drinks.

And he still uses the kind of teacup to hold wine, so if people who don't know his background see him like this, they must think that he is a tea lover.

"Master Hong, the one surnamed Song is here. As his right-hand man and his adopted son, Hong Ying came in to report.

Hun Sen nodded, put down the wine glass, snapped his fingers, flicked the white porcelain bottle of Moutai and said, "This wine is good, you can get me a few more bottles to hide!"

Hong Ying smiled and said, "Yes!"

In order to get this treasured Moutai, Hong Ying even sent someone to the mainland, and now he can be appreciated by the old man, he is happier than anyone else.

"Okay, let them in, I want to see who that Boss Song is, how can he know ......"

Hong Ying pricked up his ears, but Hong Ye stopped talking, raised his eyebrows and said, "Go, let them in." ”

Hong Ying was curious, but Hong Ye didn't say it, and he didn't dare to ask, I really didn't know what kind of plane the surnamed Song had made Hong Ye so important.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded.

This time, Hun Sen did not meet Song Zhichao and them in the living room, but asked Hong Ying to lead them directly to his study.

The huge study room is full of all kinds of books--- I don't know if Hun Sen has seen it, anyway, they are all neatly arranged, and it looks very cultural.

If it weren't for the fact that in addition to books, there were so many Chinese and foreign liquors of various formats on the shelves, which greatly reduced the cultural atmosphere of the bookshelves, and the atmosphere of the entire study would be more abundant.

Hun Sen was wearing a Tang costume, sitting on an octagonal chair, one foot was wearing cloth shoes, the other foot was bare, one hand was still clasping his foot, and he was holding a wine glass in his hand.

Song Zhichao hugged his fists in accordance with the rules of the rivers and lakes: "It is down." ”

"Hahaha, good, good!" Hun Sen said three times in a row, and then he put down his wine glass and said: "You will write to me, and you are from Hong Kong, needless to say, it must be for me--- but I am curious, why should I help you?"

Song Zhichao hugged his fists again without humility or arrogance: "Everyone is a son and daughter of China, and they are connected by blood, and it is not impossible to help each other outside--- not to mention, Hong Ye, you are famous abroad, and you like to help others, of course you will not abandon a small matter like me, right?"

"Hahaha, young man, don't put a high hat on me, I won't eat this set for your grandfather!" Hun Sen laughed, put the cloth shoe he took off with his foot, put the finger of the foot picker under his nose and sniffed it, then he walked over, put his back hand, looked up and down around Song Zhichao, turned around, and suddenly said, "Do you know me?"

Song Zhichao smiled slightly, "How come, it's the first time I've met you and Master Hong." ”

"That's it, it's the first time you and I have met, but how can you know the secret of our Hong family?" Hong Ye suddenly stared at Song Zhichao with his eyes like lightning.

At the behest of Hong Ye, he only heard a creak, and the door was closed.

The entire study was transformed into a cage.

Hong Ying stood at the door triumphantly, not taking Niu Xiong and Jin Jiu in his eyes at all.

Looking at Hong Ye again, his eyes were burning, the meaning was obvious, as long as Song Zhichao didn't answer well, I am afraid it would be difficult to get out of this door smoothly today.

Song Zhichao smiled, walked over, walked to the place where Hong Ye was drinking just now, and actually picked up the bottle of Moutai and poured himself a glass of wine.

Under the gaze of Hong Ye and others, he actually picked up the wine glass, drank it all, and then praised: "Good wine!"

Hong Ye's tone was cold: "You have also drunk the wine, now you can talk about it--- how did you know about the secret sign language of our Hong family?"

It turned out that in the last part of the letter written by Song Zhichao to Hun Sen, he drew a very strange sign language with a pen, similar to the kind of tantric sealing. This kind of sign language is a secret that the Hong family knows only when they are a family member for a hundred years. Through this sign language, as long as your surname is Hong, you can contact other branches of the Hong family and get endless help, in a word, the Hongmen family in the world is a family, and here, the Hongjia family in the world is a relative.

Because of this, Hun Sen is strange, to know that Song Zhichao's surname is Song and not Hong, how could he know this secret?

In the face of Hun Sen's questioning, Song Zhichao still seemed very calm, he smiled and said: "I can answer you this question, but before I answer your question, I have something to do first!"

Without waiting for Hong Ye to open his mouth and disagree, next to him, Hong Ying, who looked arrogant, stretched out his finger and pointed at Song Zhichao and said, "What kind of thing are you?

didn't wait for Hong Ying's words to land, but Song Zhichao suddenly picked up the Moutai bottle and smashed it towards Hong Ying's head.

Knock knock!

Hong Ying was caught off guard, even if he was a master among the masters, he didn't expect that Song Zhichao, who was superficially gentle, would suddenly make a move in front of Hong Ye.

The head was knocked on the head by a wine bottle.

One, two, three!

In the end, she couldn't bear it, Hong Ying's head was dizzy, her legs were weak, and she was knocked to the ground.

People next to him: "......"

Hong Ye is even more: "......" has grown his mouth and lived so much, Song Zhichao is the first person he has seen who dares to commit murder in front of him.

Looking at Song Zhichao again, after knocking Hong Ying out with a wine bottle, he threw away the wine bottle, took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, and then threw the handkerchief on Hong Ying's face, and said to the half-dead Hong Ying: "Remember my name, my name is --- Song Zhichao!"