Chapter Ninety-One: The True Colors of a Hero
"Wow~"
Tan Cheng took half a step back, pretended to be frightened, patted his chest and said, "Ah sir, I'm so scared!" But a legitimate businessman like me will never have this kind of thing happening, oh, by the way, our boss is very familiar with your Director Huang of the West Kowloon Region, and the next time I have the opportunity to meet him, I must praise you to him, there are few conscientious policemen like you, you should have been promoted a long time ago, how can it be that after so long, it is just a sand exhibition! ”
Tan Cheng's words stabbed Song Zijie's weakness, as the so-called soldiers who don't want to be generals are not good soldiers, of course Song Zijie also wants to be promoted, but unfortunately because of family composition, he desperately caught the thief, and he is still just a small shazhan, and he is so ridiculed by himself as an enemy of social scum, how can he bear it?
Song Zijie has never been a good-tempered person, he stepped forward to reach out to grab Tan Cheng's collar, when a hand stretched out next to him and stopped him.
"Applejack, calm down!" He Wensen turned his back to Tan Cheng and the group and gave Song Zijie a look, signaling him not to be impulsive.
At the same time, Fatty Bo also stepped forward and pulled Song Zijie to sit down from behind, just looking at his eyes that were still glaring at Tan Cheng viciously, if He Wensen wasn't here, I am afraid he would have pounced.
Seeing that Fatty Bo was already appeasing Song Zijie, He Wensen turned around and looked at Tan Cheng, I have to say, this thing is quite honest and honest just looking at the surface, no wonder Song Zihao and Xiaoma trusted him back then, but unfortunately, under the skin of this honest man, there is a ruthless and treacherous villain, if it weren't for him, Song Zijie and Song Zihao The two brothers would not be like this, and Xiaoma's legs will not be lame, and he can still stand here in a good manner after doing these things, which shows that he still has some means. Otherwise, if the pony is a good person? In the face of a person who betrayed himself and his brother-in-law, he was afraid that he would like to eat his flesh raw, drink his blood, skin him and cramp, and crush his bones and ashes, but the reality is that the pony insisted on pressing him as a depressed car washer for three years, obviously wishing he was going to die, but he still had to lie down to shine his shoes, and even his self-esteem was about to be lost.
"This ......" He Wensen seemed to think for a while before remembering Tan Cheng's name, and nodded at him: "Mr. Tan, right?" You said you know Director Huang very well? It's a coincidence that I'm quite familiar with him, but as far as I know, a financial company like yours can't even enter his door, right? ”
The smile on Tan Cheng's face suddenly froze, he knew Director Huang or something, of course he blew it out, like them, who do counterfeit banknotes part-time and make money, I would like to get rid of the relationship with the police, and no stupid guy dares to deal with them openly, unless he doesn't want to be famous, besides, the ICAC (Independent Commission Against Corruption) is still staring at it, does he think that the air conditioning in his office is not cold enough, and the coffee is not sweet enough?
Before Tan Cheng could speak, a tall man beside him, with a face full of flesh, who was not easy to mess with at first glance, stood up, blocked in front of Tan Cheng, glared at He Wensen with contempt and said, "Who are you?" Dare to talk to my boss like that. ”
"Kowloon City CID Sand Exhibition - Vincent Ho!"
"Hey, I thought it would be a big deal, it turned out to be another bad guy, there were thieves who didn't catch them, they came to the bar to drink, and we taxpayers paid all their money in vain."
"Ahh How do you talk to sir? You're welcome! Tan Cheng pushed aside the big man's body and said with a smile.
"Yes, boss!"
Tan Cheng straightened his coat and said, "This sir is very raw, just transferred?" ”
"Yes, I just came here, but don't worry, we will get familiar with it soon, I just accepted a case related to your financial company recently, and there will be more opportunities to deal with it in the future, and I hope that Mr. Tan can always maintain today's attitude." He Wensen said with a smile on his face.
Tan Cheng frowned invisibly, feeling that the handsome young man in front of him didn't seem to be easy to deal with, he remembered He Wensen's name and appearance deeply in his mind, and decided to get to the bottom of it when he went back, although a small sand exhibition is not worth caring about, but he has a big business to do recently, and it is always wrong to be cautious.
"Ah sir, you have spoken, as long as you can cooperate, we will definitely cooperate well, you are welcome to come to our company at any time to visit!"
"Don't worry, you'll see it soon!" He Wensen said meaningfully.
The reason why I say this is completely to block Tan Cheng, he is a CID and not a CCB, and he can't take care of the problems of the financial company, but when the time comes, Chen Jiaju can go around, just right, and by the way, he can borrow his bad luck, but wherever Chen Jiaju has been, it is strange that there are not one or two troubles.
The conversation between the two ended here, and Tan Cheng quickly turned his attention to the guest at the other table, which was the main person he was looking for.
"Brother Hao! Why don't you notify me when you come back, you're too little of a friend! ”
Tan Cheng's arrival directly destroyed the lively atmosphere of Song Zihao's table, although Song Zihao's expression on his face was a little wrong after seeing Song Zijie, but at least there were ponies who were enlivening the atmosphere, but Tan Cheng came, and even ponies had no interest in drinking.
Song Zihao first looked at the pony, and then said with a smile: "You are so busy, how dare I disturb you." ”
"I can't say that, I think back then, the three of us were also good brothers, if it weren't for Brother Hao, you have always taken care of me, how could I be where I am today, right, Brother Xiaoma?" The last sentence Tan Cheng said to the pony.
Pony chuckles, doesn't say anything, and pours the bottle from the side to the glass.
Song Zihao said: "You can have your own ability today, how can you use us." ”
"I can't say that, if it weren't for Brother Xiao Ma taking care of me and giving me the seat, I would be as beautiful as I am now, Brother Xiaoma, if you need anything in the future, just speak out, as long as you can help, I will never shirk!"
"Stop talking this nonsense, come on, drink!"
After Xiao Ma finished speaking, he pushed a glass full of wine in front of Tan Cheng, and then without waiting for him to pick up the wine glass, he took the lead in lifting his right foot, put it on the table with a bang, picked up another wine glass and sprinkled the wine on his right leg.
"This cup is for me to drink with this foot, and thanks to Brother Cheng, you are righteous enough to give me a job, I am a cripple, otherwise I am afraid that I would have starved to death on the street a long time ago."
"Pony~" Song Zihao wanted to speak and stopped.
Xiaoma stretched out a hand, blocked Song Zihao, and looked at Tan Chengdao: "Brother Cheng, you have always kept in mind your kindness to me, and now that Brother Hao is back, our account should almost be settled." ”