Chapter 67 Zhang Bowen's phone call

Qi Weiwei called Zhao Yajing.

Last night, Qi Weiwei received a WeChat message from Zhao Yajing, saying that he would not go back for entertainment in the evening, and the two of them made an appointment to go back the next day.

After a phone call, the girl didn't hear the slightest worry about Zhao Yajing herself, as if the robbers who came to the house yesterday were dreaming.

"Zhang Qi, when are we going back?" Qi Weiwei, who had finished dressing, walked to the living room, and saw that Zhang Qi had already washed up and changed his clothes, his pretty face was slightly red, but he quickly returned to normal.

"Wait until you're ready." Looking at Qi Weiwei with a little smile, Zhang Qi looked the girl up and down and said.

Qi Weiwei, who was dressed in clothes, seemed to have regained the demeanor of the goddess of ice and snow, but only Zhang Qi knew how flirtatious this girl was last night.

But having said that, Zhang Qi was not very satisfied with his performance last night, even if Qi Weiwei was beautiful, he couldn't look like a pervert who had never seen a woman.

Of course, this guy quickly found a reasonable excuse for himself, who let Qi Weiwei get himself out of the gang before, and he should charge interest if he took advantage of it.

Taking advantage of Qi Weiwei's efforts to wash his face and brush his teeth, Zhang Qi heated two cans of milk from the kitchen, took out the bread a little bit to heat it, and ate it by himself.

The curtains have been opened, and there is a rare big sun in December, and the sunlight swaying in the room has a feeling of early spring, but it is a pity that the dead trees outside are still dropping leaves from time to time.

Looking down from the upper floor, some elderly people outside are walking their dogs, lazily experiencing the rare leisure time on the weekend.

The window opened a slight gap, and a cool breeze blew in, but there was still no cold feeling in the room.

"Yo, it's delicious, shouldn't I give you a top ten good man award?" Qi Weiwei, who had just come out of the bathroom, looked at the bread on the coffee table and said with a chuckle.

"One of the top ten good men is good kung fu in bed, how do you know that I live well?" Listening to Qi Weiwei's ridicule, Zhang Qi unceremoniously fought back.

"Phew, there's all over my head dirt." Qi blushed slightly, and glanced at Zhang Qi.

Like Chaoyang, the girl who got up early in the morning also had a different charm from usual, Qi Wei's beautiful big eyes turned white Zhang Qi and then didn't look at him again, and sat straight on the sofa.

Yesterday's dinner made the care of the two people a lot more intimate, picked up the milk and took a sip lightly, Qi Weiwei's red cheeks sank in slightly, and there seemed to be two more dimples.

Zhang Qi was just about to tease him, but he heard the mobile phone on the coffee table vibrate, and the call showed the three words Zhang Bowen.

Glancing at Qi Weiwei without a trace, Zhang Qi picked up the phone and was about to hang up, but Qi Weiwei's voice had already sounded.

"Your brother's call? Why don't you pick it up? Blinking, Qi looked at Zhang Qi in slight surprise.

This girl still thinks that Zhang Qi's real name is Zhang Bonan, and Zhang Qi's name was changed later.

"Oh, I didn't say no." Pulling the corners of his mouth, Zhang Qi picked up the phone and walked towards the bedroom.

At this moment, far away in the Begonia Flower Holiday Hotel in Zhongshan City, Zhang Bowen, who had just put down "The Redemption of the Scarecrow", quietly listened to the call on the phone, frowning slightly.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the whole view of Zhongshan is in full view, the sun is warm, but the face is a little unhappy.

It seems that a lot of time has passed since Zhang Qi agreed to deal with it, but Zhang Bowen didn't hear any movement.

The feeling of sinking to the bottom of the sea made Zhang Bowen a little dissatisfied, but he didn't call yet, and the real reason that prompted him to call Zhang Qi was that Dong Dezhuang provoked an incident again yesterday.

This incident made half of the Wen Nan Association a little shocked, and Zhang Bowen knew that if he pressed it down, I am afraid that the brothers would not do it.

Finally, listening to Zhang Qi's somewhat lazy voice on the other end of the phone, Zhang Bowen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yesterday, Dong Dezhuang led people to smash a billiard hall of Wen Nanhui." Zhang Bowen's voice was calm, but there was a bit of gloom between his eyebrows.

This billiard hall is next to Zhang Bowen's original residence, and Dong Dezhuang is completely slapping his face by doing this.

"Dong Dezhuang?" Stunned, Zhang Qi knew that he still owed such an account, but unfortunately he didn't have time to pay it back during this time.

"When are you going to make a move? Or were you kidding me all along? Squinting his eyes, Zhang Bowen on the other end of the phone lit a cigarette and suppressed the anger in his heart.

He knew that Zhang Qi was the hub of cooperation between Wen Nan and the government, and with Wu Shangcai's support, once Zhang Bowen broke this balance, Wen Nan would directly fall into passivity.

Of course, after so many years in Zhongshan, Zhang Bowen will not let Zhang Qi ride on his head and.

"Let's go tonight, it's a busy time." After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Qi directly set the time for that night.

These things should be dealt with as soon as possible, and for Zhang Qi, it is just a local black power organization, and there is no need for him to investigate and layout with great fanfare.

And he also heard the dissatisfaction in Zhang Bowen's tone, it was somewhat inappropriate for him to accuse others for so long.

"Huh? So fast? Zhang Bowen grinned happily, snuffed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and his eyes were a little bright.

He was also a little curious about what means Zhang Qi had to uproot Dong Dezhuang, who had dominated Zhongshan for more than ten years, by himself without preparation.

"Well, I'm a little sorry for delaying it for so long, it's been a bit busy during this time." With a soft hum, Zhang Qi said embarrassedly.

"Okay, tonight in the Zhongshan Auditorium, I will set up a midnight seat for you to celebrate!" Hanging up the phone straightforwardly, Zhang Bowen looked at the big dragon and the monkey on the side with interest.

The three of them stared at each other, and none of them spoke first.

"Brother Wen, Zhang Qi is going to do it alone tonight, or will he gang up to find a police officer to serve the pot?" The thin-looking monkey rubbed his hands together with a bit of disbelief in his eyes.

One person, even if Zhang Qi has three heads and six arms, it is impossible to defeat dozens of people and rush to Dong Dezhuang.

A group of policemen, with the character of these bastards who lick blood from the knife edge, I am afraid that people will be scattered a long time ago.

Unless the police have enough evidence to arrest Dong Dezhuang and sentence him directly.

"I don't know what to do, maybe this guy is going to eat black, and naturally everything understands at the celebration banquet in the evening, if he pretends to be a big-tailed wolf in me, the brothers of Wen Nanhui will not allow him." A cold light flashed in his eyes, Zhang Bowen looked at the phone in his hand, and then stood up gently.

On the other side, Zhang Qi, who was frowning, sighed, and barely put on a smile and walked outside.