Chapter 171 Holding a Golden Rice Bowl Thought It Was a Silver Rice Bowl

Zhang Tianzhi, as a boxing master comparable to Master Ye, after decades of training, despite his thin body, his hand strength is not weak at all.

It can even be said that the power that erupts from an instant force is twice that of an ordinary person.

And Franci's strength was even greater, as soon as he grabbed Nianniuheng's wrist, Niannianheng felt his bones creaking.

But at this time, Zhou Nianheng didn't care about the severe pain at all, and could only shout to Li Changheng, "Mr. LEE, can you take a step to speak."

When Li Changheng heard this, the corners of his mouth curled up, while Yan Tong and Lan Jiang also had inexplicable smiles on their faces.

Patting on the shoulders of Frankie and Zhang Tianzhi, the two let go of Zhou Heng.

Li Changheng turned his head to look at Lan Jiang and said, "Since Inspector Lan is so clear about righteousness and wants to avenge others regardless of his own safety, then let everyone present witness this matter together to end this matter."

"That's right, that's right," Yan Tong immediately echoed, "Since some people are going to be heroes, let everyone watch it together, lest someone say there is a problem with it afterwards."

After finishing speaking, Yan Tong shouted to his subordinates, "A Sen, take someone to look at this big tank, remember to wait until all the people attending today's party are present.

Only then can our Inspector Lan perform a good show of fried chicken legs for everyone."

"Pounce on your mother, Yan Tong".

Lan Jiang's confidantes, such as Huo Bao and Butter, immediately put their hands on the handle of the gun, as if they would shoot if anyone dared to procrastinate.

"Asshole, I don't believe that you two street punks dare to point a gun at me."

Yan Tong opened his suit and deliberately exposed the revolver on his waist. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhou Shan, who was controlled by Lan Gang's men, and his eyes lit up when he saw the revolver.

Yan Tong was overjoyed, and then thought that whether he died or not was his own choice.

Then he looked at Li Changheng.

The eyes of Lan Jiang, the provocateur, as well as the eyes of Edward, Hunter and other English scouts, were also focused on Li Changheng.

Zhou Nianheng and others, how can they not understand who among the messengers present is the one who can really take care of it!

Zhou Nianheng hurriedly walked to Li Changheng's side, and whispered in his ear, "Your Excellency, the Zhou family will definitely thank you afterwards."

Seeing Li Changheng smiled at him, Yan Tong immediately shouted to his subordinates, "A Sen, call someone.

There are as many people as I, Yan Bi, and the sum of your poor guys in Hung Hom is less than one-third of that in Yau Ma Tei and Mong Kok.”

Asen immediately called six or seven people in from the outside, and confronted Huobao, Butter and others.

Li Changheng smiled and said to Zhou Nianheng, "There was some champagne splashed on my clothes, is it convenient for Mr. Zhou to take me to the bathroom?"

"Of course, of course", Zhou Nianheng suddenly understood in his heart that Li Changheng wanted to take the opportunity to make a big deal, and at the same time he was delaying time.

But at this time, for the sake of his only son and the Zhou family's reputation, even if he had to pay half of his wealth, he had to agree.

Otherwise, the Zhou family in Sham Shui Po would have no face and qualifications to gain a foothold in Spice Harbor, and he himself would definitely be impeached constantly.

Once the public office is gone, the Zhou family is truly in decline and begins to decline.

What's worse, if Li Changheng, the advisor and special envoy of His Majesty Philip, said something against him after returning to London.

The fourth-class knight title on him might be wiped out by Philip directly, and then the real disaster would be.

"This way please, Mr. Lee."

Li Changheng smiled and nodded, and said to the tall and fierce Hunter, "Hunter, please act as the temporary commander at the scene and be responsible for maintaining order."

Then Li Changheng said to Yan Tong, "Let someone carry the big vat out."

"YES, SIR".

Hunter and Yan Tong finished saluting.

Yan Tong smiled and looked at Hunter, whom he had known for a long time, he didn't want to get close to the vat at all.

He couldn't help but smirked a few times at Lan Jiang, and waved at Zhou Shan, "Young Master Zhou, if I were you, I would send someone to gather everyone who attended the banquet today.

However, there is no need to be so anxious, anyway, there is no one who can do it, and some people are useless no matter how anxious they are.”

No matter how stupid Zhou Shan was, he could tell that not only Yan Tong was talking ironically, but his father was also negotiating with the biggest official on the scene.

Not to mention dragging for a few hours, dragging for half an hour will pollute all residues.

If it weren't for the acid in the vat, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, he would have wanted to stir it a few times in the vat with something like a wooden stick.

When Asen and the others approached and wanted to carry the vat away, Lan Jiang grabbed Huobao and Butter, "Don't be impulsive."

Soon the vat was carried to the yard, but it was surrounded by Yan Tong's people, and Hunter brought a few ghosts to stare at it.

Lan Jiang and his subordinates could only stare at the big tank so that no one would take the opportunity to destroy it or mix things into it.

And Li Changheng followed Zhou Nianheng to his study, looked into the study, and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhou, I really want to go to the bathroom."

Zhou Nianheng's face changed, and then he thought that there was a tape recorder under the desk in his study that even his old mother didn't know.

It should not be that he showed any flaws, but Henry, the special envoy, although he looks young, is well-informed and extremely cautious.

The two of them would not really talk in the bathroom. When they came to the open-air balcony on the fourth floor of the villa, Li Changheng asked Fei Lanqi and Zhang Tianzhi to stay in the room.

I walked into the balcony and stood by the fence, looked down and waited to see the excitement, and stayed together in twos and threes, whispering about the guests and messengers.

Looking at his watch, he smiled and said to Zhou Heng with a hesitant face, "What does Mr. Zhou want to talk about?"

Zhou Heng hesitated for a few seconds before opening his mouth and said, "The Central One occupies an area of ​​900 square meters, and the three-story theater will be sold to you at half price for 3 million Hong Kong dollars."

Li Changheng sneered, squinted his eyes and said, "I heard that Zhou's family owns seven theaters in Sheung Wan, Central, Admiralty, Causeway Bay and North Point. Among them, the one in North Point is the largest, covering an area of ​​3,600 square meters. The one in Central is 900 square meters. minimum.

Mr. Zhou, do you think your son is safe, and the reputation of the Zhou family is only worth 3 million Hong Kong dollars? "

Zhou Nianheng's face turned dark, and he immediately understood that Li Changheng was a hungry wolf just like those real estate developers who wanted Zhou's family property in a prosperous area of ​​Hong Kong Island.

In the past few days, Li Changheng saw Lei Luo asked Chen Xijiu to send the Zhou family information, and he thought of the 3600 square meter theater in North Point, which seemed to be worth nearly 4.7 billion Hong Kong dollars in the future.

If you add the other six theaters and do nothing in the future, these properties alone will be worth about 230 billion Hong Kong dollars.

This is more profitable than stealing money, and it can really be used as a family heirloom.

In the 1970s and 1980s, movies were a very profitable industry.

As for the movies in the 1990s, before it was listed as a historical building, it was demolished and rebuilt into a commercial and residential building with dozens of floors.

After deducting all expenditures and keeping 1 to 3 storeys of commercial stores, the value of commercial housing alone can at least double.

By the time of 2020, I was born in November of 50 and I am already 70, maybe it is a question for the next generation to consider.

"How about you sell it all to me?"