Those contracts with travel agencies were indeed fake, and they were forged by Song Zhichao for Dasha, Chicken Essence and Curly Hair.

I have to say that these three guys are really condescending to be old boys. If you put it in the era when fake documents are prevalent, they are definitely "fighters" in the counterfeiting industry.

Song Zhichao liked to do things unscrupulously in his previous life, and this life is even more so. But it is precisely like this, which can be regarded as saving a little face for poor Fu Ershao.

However, Song Zhichao knows better that He Chaoqiong is not an ordinary woman, and she was caught off guard by taking a fake contract this time, but she will take action soon.

As for how she will make a move next, Song Zhichao is looking forward to it.

……

Lisboa Casino, conference room---

He Chaoqiong was wearing a women's suit, holding her arms, overlooking the floor-to-ceiling windows, and watched Song Zhichao and Fu Jiajun leave the casino, then she turned around and said to Manager Deng, the person in charge of the casino who was waiting beside him: "Let him come in!"

Manager Deng nodded and said, "Yes!"

Soon, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and Manager Deng led a person in.

The man's posture was unruly, and there was a man who looked like a bodyguard behind him, and when he saw He Chaoqiong, he just smiled, and then said: "Arjun, you are acting well, turn Fu Shao around!"

He Chaoqiong looked at the other party coldly, "Cha Shao, I never play tricks, I never cheat people, I am in business, whoever is beneficial to me, I will cooperate with whomever it is!"

"Oh, is it?" Cha Shaocha Yongxiao sat on the sofa and looked at He Chaoqiong with slanted eyes: "Then in your opinion, our Cha family, and their Fu family, who is the most beneficial to you?"

He Chaoqiong sat down opposite Zha Yongxiao, "What do you say?"

"Hehe, Arjun is really good at playing dumb riddles. I don't know---" spread his hands, looking like he was asking for advice.

He Chaoqiong smiled, stretched out his hand, and pushed the cup of coffee on the table with just the right temperature to him, "Drink coffee first." ”

Zha Yongxiao glanced at the coffee, and then looked at He Chaoqiong: "He's coffee, and mine is coffee." Arjun, you're good enough to treat everyone equally. ”

"To tell the truth," He Chaoqiong stroked the hair in his ear with his hand, and his beautiful eyes flashed, "Your Cha family is a little bit better than the Fu family, especially now that the Fu family is setting in the west, your Cha family is in full swing, but ...... There is a good sister who married the young talent of the Lin family--- do you think you can compare to Lin Jiahao?"

Zha Yongxiao smiled, "Don't use Lin Jiahao to pressure me, since I dare to come to Macau this time, I didn't take their Fu family and the Lin family who married them in my eyes--- tell you that this time I, Zha Yongxiao, will not only open our restaurant chain stores all over Haojiang, but also eat up the big hotels of their Fu family!"

He Chaoqiong chuckled, "Should I say that you are full of self-confidence, or should I say that you have no one in sight?"

"Do you think it's impossible?" Zha Yongxiao stared at He Chaoqiong, "If your He family is willing to help me, then all this is possible!"

"It turns out that you are fighting our He family's idea--- our He family and the Fu family are good friends. ”

"What a good friend! Didn't your Abba He gambling king drive Fu Laorong off the gambling throne, and then sit on it, speaking of which, you are mortal enemies!"

"Can't you turn enemies into friends?"

"You guys go and deceive the children!" Zha Yongxiao sneered, "Where is this? It's Macau! What is the most in Macau? It's a casino! Doing business in Macau, where does the friendship come from? Either you eat me, or I eat you, everyone secretly sharpens their teeth, and then takes a bite unexpectedly--- now the Fu family is the weakest, Fu Yunheng made a big mistake, let Fu Jiajun, a fool, come here to negotiate, it is an opportunity for us to join hands to swallow the Fu family!"

"Your heart is sinister. ”

"Hehe, your father's heart is even more dangerous than mine. ”

"What do you mean?"

"It means that he doesn't see Fu Jiajun in person, but lets you come forward, which says it all. ”

He Chaoqiong stared at Zha Yongxiao coldly.

Zha Yongxiao stared at her without giving in.

After a while, He Chaoqiong laughed and said, "Whether you and I can cooperate depends on whether Fu Shao can come here to negotiate normally tomorrow." ”

Zha Yongxiao leaned back on the sofa, stretched out his arms on the sofa, and looked evil: "Don't worry, I'm just afraid that he won't come!"

--- tone is not good.

……

That night, at eight o'clock,

Macau, Qingping Straight Street---

As the most famous "snack street" in Macau, this street gathers many tourists and locals who come to Macau.

Especially at night, when the lights are on, the whole street is bustling, and everyone walks on this path one after another, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the night market and tasting the night market food.

There are many customers, and those vendors who make all kinds of delicious food are even more busy, only to hear the continuous shouting, the wok flying, the flames are flying, and the smoke is steaming.

As a connoisseur who often comes to Macau, Fu Jiajun brought Song Zhichao here to taste the local food.

According to Fu Jiajun's words, when you come to Macau, you must do three things, first, take a turn, second, gamble, and third, eat a few bites!

And this "eat a few bites" can basically be achieved here, because whether it is Macau's almond cake, lard cake, walnut cake, chicken cake, or ginger pork floss, salty crispy, beef ear boy, etc., can be found here.

In Song Zhichao's opinion, Fu Jiajun, who said this, was either too hungry or a foodie, because along the way, this Fu Ershao had been eating for almost an hour, and he was still muttering why he didn't see "pork chop buns" sold?

According to Fu Shao, the pork chop bun can be called the representative of Macau cuisine, and the characteristic is the huge pork chop, fried to golden brown, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, tender and juicy, and the bread is fluffy and buttered, and every bite is enjoyable.

Song Zhichao himself is also very particular about eating, although he ridiculed Fu Shao for being a foodie, in fact, he was similar; no, soon the two found a stall selling "pork chop buns".

The stall was very simple, just a tent with a few tables and chairs, and it was already full by this time.

The boss is a very thin, middle-aged man wearing big pants and revealing his ribs, with a towel on his shoulder, and he is frying pork cutlets around the oil pan, steaming hot, making him sweat profusely, and wiping a towel twice from time to time.

The person in charge of greeting the guests may be his wife, a very capable Macau woman with a silk handkerchief tied around her head, who is serving food to the guests.

Song Zhichao and Fu Jiajun waited for a long time, and then waited for a guest to leave, they found a table, sat down, ordered pork chop buns, and waited for the food to be served.

Looking at the lively street market, Fu Jiajun blew water on Song Zhichao, saying that in the past, most of the Macao street belonged to their Fu family, and most of these stalls had to pay taxes to their Fu family.

He also said that their ancestor Fu Lao Rong also offended many people who saw money, so he was also kidnapped.

In this regard, Song Zhichao knew, saying that in the 40s, Fu Laorong was resting in the Puji Monastery in Macau, when a group of gangsters suddenly broke in and kidnapped him. The gangsters demanded a ransom of 9 million yuan, and after a round of mediation by the Fu family, the kidnappers agreed to reduce the ransom to 500,000 yuan.

However, on the eve of paying the ransom, Fu Jiajun's father Fu Yunheng found out where his father was trapped and immediately called the police for help. Unexpectedly, the police had already gone to the empty building when they reached the hiding place, and the kidnappers were even more furious because of this, and cut off Fu Laorong's right ear and insisted on the original ransom of 9 million. However, with the assistance of friends, the bandits finally agreed to a ransom of 500,000 yuan, and Fu Laorong was released after paying the ransom.

Fu Jiajun blows water and blows water, but deliberately briefly passed the matter of his ancestor's "half an ear", and just said to Song Zhichao that because of that kidnapping, his ancestor will never go out alone in the future, let alone ask God to worship Buddha, because he thinks that his casino business itself is a matter of detrimental yin and morality, even if he asks for God and Buddha, it is useless. And this is also the main reason why Fu Laorong and He Gambling King competed for the hegemony of the casino in the future, and finally failed, to be precise, Fu Laorong thought that gambling was too evil in this business, and it was better to stay away.

"Your pork chop buns are here!" The woman who greeted the guests at the stall brought the food ordered by Song Zhichao and Fu Jiajun.

"Wow, it's fragrant, it must look delicious!" Fu Jiajun rubbed his fists and palms, and he was about to drool.

Song Zhichao looked at the golden fried pork ribs and the unique butter, and couldn't help but have an appetite.

Just as the two of them were about to deal with the pork chop bun, there was a sudden roar of cars, and then they saw a red car rushing from one end of the snack street like crazy.

Disaster fell from the sky, and the diners who were playing fled one after another, and the screams of exclamations, cries for help, and the roar of cars, all converged into a deafening deafening.

Song Zhichao and Fu Jiajun were also shocked, and they didn't understand how a madman could suddenly appear in this good place.

Look at the car roaring and rampage, knocking over several stalls in a row, and smashing the improvised sheds with their tables, chairs and benches.

In the end, the car spun, turned its head, and turned its head at Song Zhichao and Fu Jiajun, and the car was buzzing, like a roaring beast---

Buzz!

Buzz!

White smoke came out from the wheels rubbing against the ground.

The smell of burnt rubber was in the air.

A long roar!

The red car is like an arrow off the string, slamming into Song Zhichao and Fu Jiajun!