The Most Powerful Tycoon Reborn In Xiangjiang Chapter 549

   "Who among you can tell me why our Xiangjiang place is obviously full of outstanding people, but there are always these people who don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, who refuse to go when there is a way to heaven, and barge in without any way to hell?"

  At the Wuyuehui, Guo Bingxiang and others got together, and what they were discussing was actually about Chu Huan.

   "You mean Huang Wenhui and the others?"

  Feng Yongfa sat there, shaking the red wine glass in his hand and preaching with a smile.

Guo Bingxiang nodded and said: "That's right, I really can't understand how these people's brains are stretched. This time, it is obviously an undercurrent between A Huan, the Hong Kong government and the British consortia standing behind the Hong Kong government. , why do these people think they can have nothing at all?"

Zhao Shizeng leaned on the sofa with his legs crossed, and said calmly: "It's easy to understand. What these people are doing now is actually not the same as those who were willing to betray their own country and become dog legs when the two countries were at war in history. Respectively."

"No!" Guo Bingxiang said firmly: "It's different. According to A Huan's current influence and financial resources in Xiangjiang, it is completely possible to wrestle with the Hong Kong government, and it does not necessarily mean that he will be at a disadvantage. Even if Chu Huan really succumbed to the Hong Kong government this time, do these people really think that A Huan will let them go? Or do they think that the people behind them can really help them prevent A Huan from revenge?"

  Huo Zhenting sat next to Zhao Shizeng, and said calmly: "In ancient times, there were always some people who forced people's women to give to their masters. Don't they worry that those women will retaliate against them once they gain power?"

  When Guo Bingxiang heard what Huo Zhenting said, he immediately nodded and said, "That's right, that's the reason."

  Zheng Jiachun said with a smile: "But if you look at history, there is no shortage of such people in every dynasty, and in the novels we read, there are many such people, but there are very few women who take revenge."

  Listening to the words of these people, Guo Bingxiang sat down on the sofa and said: "I finally know what A Huan said to me."

   Tang Yunian asked curiously: "What did A Huan tell you?"

  Guo Bingxiang said: "A Huan once told me that the biggest lesson people can learn from history is that they have never learned the lessons of history.

   Just now Zhen Ting said, those women, those bastards, but there is one thing that Zhen Ting misunderstood, that is, A Huan is not those women, so A Huan must make those people look good! "

The rest of the people nodded and said: "You say that, we believe it, but those people don't believe it, they always think that they are very important, but in fact they are not important at all, it's just that they don't know it !"

  Guo Bingxiang said: "I'm looking forward to it now, and I really want to see what A Huan will do."

  Mi Gao Kadoorie sniffed, Guo Bingxiang asked, "Mi Gao, what are you smelling?"

  Michael Kadori said in a somewhat divine way: "I seem to smell the smell of blood."

  In fact, when Chu Huan returned to Xiangjiang, he had already drawn out the knife in his hand, but as Guo Bingxiang said, many people thought that Chu Huan would not draw out the knife.

  Or they thought that Chu Huan's knife would never fall on their heads.

   Soon, those who were slashed by Chu Huan knew that it wasn't that the knife in Chu Huan's hand had become blunt in the past two years, but that Chu Huan had less time to draw the knife.

  At two o'clock in the morning, Huang Wenhui was awakened by a harsh phone ringing. The princess who was brought by the nightclub next to him gave a warning, turned around, and subconsciously made a dissatisfied sound.

  Huang Wenhui was also very dissatisfied and wanted to ignore the piercing ringtone, but the ringtone was like a suona calling for his life, allowing him to hear the sound clearly even if he covered his head with a pillow.

   "Puniam, I'm going to **** you up, I don't know what time it is?"

  Picking up the phone no matter who it was, Huang Wenhui cursed.

   "Something happened to the president, something happened to our newspaper!" Huang Wenhui's assistant on the other side of the phone couldn't care about Huang Wenhui's scolding at this time, and shouted tremblingly.

   "What's going on? Is the sky falling?" Huang Wenhui hadn't woken up yet.

"The newspapers of our newspaper office have been printed in the printing factory, but no one from the distribution association has come to pick up the newspaper. I just called them, and the people from the distribution association told us that they will not be in charge of distribution from today. All the newspapers in our newspaper office!"

   "What?" Huang Wenhui really woke up this time, and sat up on the bed suddenly, disturbing the princess next to him, and opened his eyes dissatisfied.

   "What did you just say?" Huang Wenhui couldn't believe what he heard, so he asked again.

  The assistant had no choice but to repeat what he had just said.

   "Why, why don't they distribute our newspapers? Does my money stink?" Huang Wenhui said angrily.

The assistant said: "I have just inquired, and they received a call from their boss, saying that they will not do business with us again from now on, not only our newspaper, but also the other four newspapers published Chu The same is true of newspapers that love to speak ill."

   Speaking of this, the assistant said in a crying voice: "President, Chu Huan is doing something!"

  Chu Huan did something?

Just seven words, like a memory hammer, hit Huang Wenhui's heart one after another. Now that his newspaper has just been established, he has no advertising revenue. It depends on the sales of the newspaper. Now there is no distribution association to help distribute newspapers. , that is to say, none of the newspapers of their newspaper office can be sold.

   If you can't sell newspapers, you have no income.

  Without income, the printing factory can't pay the money, and the mortgage can't be paid, and the car I drive will be taken back by the dealership. The princess next to me can only find a maid in the future!

  Thinking of this, Huang Wenhui couldn't sit still anymore. He immediately got up and shouted to the phone: "You are waiting for me at the printing factory. I will go to the Roman Tea Restaurant to find Mediterranean Sea and ask about this matter."

   "Okay!" The assistant said helplessly.

The Roman Tea Restaurant was originally owned by Ma Shixing of the Xiangjiang Distribution Association, but as Ma Shixing lost the right to speak of the Distribution Association, the company fell into disrepair. At this time, he had already sold the Roman Tea Restaurant to his successor as the chairman of the Xiangjiang Distribution Association. mediterranean.

  The reason why Ma Shixing lost his position as the president of the distribution association at the beginning was because he listened to Huang Yulang's words at that time and aimed at "Fantasy Comics", which was still in its infancy at that time.

  After taking over the post of president of the distribution association, Mediterranean Sea has deeply learned from Ma Shixing's lessons, and firmly hugged Chu Huan's thigh. Now the monthly income is much more than that of Ma Shixing.

   To say that the only bad thing about this industry is that you have to keep an eye on it every morning to avoid any trouble, especially the distribution of the newspapers of the black and white newspaper industry and "Fantasy Comics".

   "I don't understand. Have these people's heads been kicked by donkeys? How dare they go to find trouble with Young Master Huan. It's a damned toad falling into the boiling water pot. It's a dead end!"

  Mediterranean sat in the tea restaurant with a disdainful expression on his face.

   "Some people just don't know how much they are, and there are some people who use poles to get money. Today I saw some people who put poles to die!"

   Sitting next to Mediterranean Sea is his son, who is 24 years old this year. He is Long Fei, the successor chosen by Mediterranean Sea.

"Fei, let me tell you. After you take over, don't care what the people outside say. As long as you follow Huan Shao honestly, you will definitely not make mistakes. Otherwise, what will happen to Huang Wenhui today , is your fate, do you know?"

Prince Fei nodded and said: "Old Dou, don't worry, our generation of brain eaters, those idiots can't see the situation clearly, I can still see clearly, people like Huan Shao can be defeated if they complain about a few newspapers Yes, then he is not Huan Shao!"

  Prince Fei, the son of Haidi, the boss of Xiangjiang Distribution Association, and Chu Huan's **** fanboy.

   "Before that, you told me to calm down, otherwise, I would have stopped the distribution of those five newspapers a long time ago."

   "Old Dou, I'm worried that you will delay Young Master Huan's plan, who knows how Young Master Huan will deal with them!"

  Mediterranean Preaching.

   Just as the two father and son were sitting at the door of the tea restaurant, drinking beer and blowing water, a black Honda car braked suddenly and stopped at the door of the Roman tea restaurant.

Huang Wenhui got out of the car angrily, slammed the door hard, and came directly to Mediterranean, and said loudly: "What do you mean by Mediterranean, why did you stop the distribution of our "Absolute Truth", my money is stinky ?"

  Mediterranean picked out his ears, looked at Huang Wenhui with disdain and said, "Your money is not stinky, but you are stinky if you can't stand it. I stopped the distribution of your newspaper today. What can you do?"

   "My mother!" Huang Wenhui burst into foul language angrily.

  Prince Fei got up straight away, kicked the folding chair under his buttocks away, pointed at Huang Wenhui with one finger and cursed directly: "You bastard, who the **** are you yelling at here?"

Before Prince Fei finished cursing, a few young men ran out of the Roman tea restaurant, holding iron bars in their hands, standing aggressively beside Prince Fei, staring at Huang Wenhui with wide-eyed eyes, waiting for Prince Fei With one order, they will definitely go down with sticks.

Seeing such a situation, Huang Wenhui panicked instantly. Just at this time, another Honda car stopped at the entrance of the Roman Tea Restaurant, and a middle-aged man in his forties, a little puffy, ran over in a hurry .

   "What's the matter, what's the matter?"

   While talking, he stood beside Huang Wenhui, but the people from Prince Fei on the other side were still staring at Huang Wenhui.

   "Fatty Qian, you came just in time. We have a lot of distribution associations for every penny. Now the distribution association has stopped the distribution of our two newspapers for no reason. No matter what, you should give me a word?"

  Huang Wenhui didn't dare to swear words at this time, but he was still talking about this matter. He really couldn't lose this business, or he would be finished.

  Before Fatty Qian spoke, three more Honda cars stopped at the entrance of the Roman Tea Restaurant one after another, and the bosses of the other three newspapers got down, and they all came for this matter.

Fatty Qian saw that there were too many people on his side, but he still didn't dare to speak loudly. He couldn't help but say that his lifeblood was held in the hands of Mediterranean Sea. I have a community background.

"Brother Mediterranean, the bosses of our five newspaper offices are all here now. We never lost a penny to you before. Now that you have stopped the distribution of our newspapers for no reason, you should give us an explanation. Otherwise, it's not easy to say in Jianghu?"

   "Hey, if he stopped, he stopped, what the **** can you do?" Prince Fei still didn't change his arrogant nature.

Hai Di waved his hand at this time, and sat there calmly, "Fatty Qian, why don't you know? When gods fight, mortals should stay away. You are good, but when gods fight over there, you not only don't Hidden, but still kept moving forward, I really don't know what you are thinking, do you think that if you take the Dali pill from Temple Street, you can really fight those gods!?"

   Fatty Qian instantly understood the meaning of this, it was Chu Huan's knife that fell!

   It's just that what Fatty Qian and the others never expected was that Chu Huan's knife was so ruthless that it slashed at their very gate, and they didn't even have the strength to fight back.

"Brother Mediterranean, this time we admit to failure, can you pass a sentence to Huan Shao, just say that we know we are wrong, please Master Huan Shao, please let us go as farts, we Five guarantees that from now on, I will never dare to say a bad word about Huan Shao!"

   Fatty Qian confessed immediately.

Hai Hai laughed, and said: "You are stupid, you are really stupid, the one who told you to stop your newspaper distribution is Huan Shao, besides, what kind of fairy is Huan Shao, how could he be with us? These **** have a lot to do with each other, let me tell you the truth, I just saw that you guys were unhappy today, and I just stopped the distribution of your newspapers, so if you have any skills, just come to me!"

  Huang Wenhui lost his mind again in anger, and said loudly: "Mediterranean, don't think that you can cover the sky with one hand. The people in your distribution association don't distribute the newspapers from our newspaper. We deliver them ourselves. I don't believe that you can really cover the sky with one hand!"

"Please go ahead!" Sea Mediterranean sat there, and said refreshedly: "There are thousands of newsstands in Xiangjiang, if there is one newsstand that can accept the goods of five of your newspapers, I, Mediterranean Sea, will set up 20 tables for you at Yung Kee." You five pour tea yourself and admit your mistake!"

  The faces of Fatty Qian, Huang Wenhui and others changed suddenly.

  Chu Huan did not slash once, but twice. The first slash was on the distribution association, and the second was on the newsstanders.

   But the damage from these two knives fell directly on their heads. This was to chop off their heads, and then slashed on the head that was rolling on the ground, cutting it in half!

   "Get off, get off, I'm so upset seeing you gangsters, a bunch of overwhelmed bastards, come here again, I'll kill you with a knife!"

  Prince Fei picked up the folding chair beside him and preached arrogantly.

   Fatty Qian, Huang Wenhui and others had no choice but to leave here, but they did not go far, but stopped by the side of the road.

"What should we do now?"

Fatty Qian took out a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, tremblingly took out a cigarette inside, and found a lighter in his jacket pocket, he lit the cigarette tremblingly after lighting it several times , After taking a deep breath of the cigarette, the thick smoke entered his chest cavity, causing him to cough several times.

  Coughed until tears flowed out.

   "Hey, I don't believe that Chu Huan is so obsessed that thousands of newsstands in Xiangjiang will not accept our newspapers. I will send someone to try it now!"

  Huang Wenhui still cannot accept the current situation.

Fatty Qian said in a cold voice: "Eighty percent of the thousands of newsstands in Xiangjiang are controlled by the association, and the remaining two are not related to the association, and they dare not offend the association. Do you think they dare to accept our newsstands?" Newspaper?"

  The newsstands in Xiangjiang are actually a tool for the Hong Kong government to make a living for the disabled, old and weak. Only the old, weak, sick and disabled can apply for newsstand business.

It's just that the policy is such a policy, but it changed when it was put into practice. The all-pervasive Xiangjiang community also focused on this business, so they found some old, weak, sick and disabled people and went to the Hong Kong government to apply for a license to operate a newsstand. , and then give them some money to run their own business.

   "Huh, even if there is no association, can those newsstands still sell our newspapers, not black and white newspapers, or cartoons from fantasy comics?"

  The boss of a newspaper office also spoke in a cold voice at this time.

   "Fuck, why are those associations standing on Chu Huan's side? Is Chu Huan their old bean?" Huang Wenhui was already panicking in his heart at this time, so he could only use his voice to relieve the panic in his heart.

   "Chu Huan is not their old bean, but Chu Huan is rich. In Xiangjiang, as long as he has money, there is nothing he can't solve!" At this moment, Fatty Qian felt like a stick boring Huang Wenhui.

  Huang Wenhui said loudly: "Chu Huan is rich and we are powerful. Now let's go to those ghosts. They asked us to publish it like this. Now that something happened, naturally they have to solve it?"

Fatty Qian glanced at Huang Wenhui mockingly and asked: "Which ghost are you looking for? Is the person who came to talk to you about this matter a ghost? He just said that the boss behind him is a ghost. Did he tell you who it is? "

Some ghosts were very dissatisfied with Chu Huan's behavior, and wanted to count Chu Huan's reputation in Xiangjiang, but after learning from the previous lessons, these ghosts didn't show up at all this time, they just asked a few representatives to go to them separately. These newspapers didn't even say it explicitly, they just vaguely mentioned that it must be beneficial for them to do so.

  So these five people rushed into the arms of the ghost they thought they thought they were, but now that the matter came to an end, they realized that they seemed to have no one to look for.

  This is the same reason that many young people in later generations always think that tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of dollars are small money even though they don't even have a few hundred dollars in their pockets.

  Only when they finished paying the big health care bill, did they remember to put together one or two hundred yuan in each bank card, and the bill was the same.

  I think I can do it, but in fact I am not even a fart.

   Stupid!

   Just one word, there is no rule of law for this thing!

  Huang Wenhui stood there blankly. At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to speak loudly. He was completely panicked.

   "Then, what should we do now?"

   Fatty Qian laughed at himself, and said, "What can we do? Now the newspaper industry is definitely not going to be able to continue. There is no place to stay here, and we have our own place to stay. We have to change the industry to re-develop."

Speaking of this, Fatty Qian suddenly looked at Huang Wenhui with a ferocious face and said: "But before that, I must deal with you severely. If you didn't pat your chest and say it, there must be no problem. If you can be confused, you will be on your thief ship!"

   After finishing speaking, he kicked Huang Wenhui directly on the waist. Huang Wenhui, who was caught off guard, hadn't reacted yet, and was thrown to the ground by Fatty Qian.

   "lying"

Before the second word was uttered, Huang Wenhui felt his eyes darken, and another big foot stepped directly on his face. This was stepped on by the boss of another newspaper office. Huang Wenhui urged him to discredit Chu Huan, and now he just wanted to find someone to vent his resentment.

With Fatty Qian and the second one, the third one will naturally not let Huang Wenhui go. There are five people in total, and three of them have done it. The last one feels that he is sorry for everyone if he doesn't do it. Anyway, he also needs to vent. ,then

  The four of them formed a group, and directly yelled and changed Huang Wenhui's trample!

   None of the five of them noticed. Not far from where they started, a Volkswagen car was parked, and there were two people sitting in the car.

"Tsk tsk, Ayong, look, I didn't expect that fatty Qian to be so dexterous. It reminds me of the chef in our company. He has a similar figure, but when he took a spatula to shoot someone, That's really a pat and shoot!"

  A Yong, who was sitting in the co-pilot, said: "Well, how tall are fat people since ancient times!"

"However, Brother Hui asked us to keep an eye on five of them, saying that he wanted to see who was behind them, but now the five of them are obviously fighting among themselves, what should we do next?" The person was Yao Haotian, and the person who answered the call was Jiang Yong. They were all members of the Jiaku Investigation Department, but following Huang Wenhui and the other five were not under Chu Huan's orders. Cutting off their distribution rights was Chu Huan's greatest concern for them.

   It was Wu Xiaohui who told Yao Haotian that Jiang Yong was staring at them.

  Jiang Yong said with some embarrassment: "It seems that they themselves may not know who is behind them."

  Yao Haotian suddenly said: "Is there a possibility that they are not miserable enough, so the people behind them didn't show up?"

  Jiang Yong glanced suspiciously at Yao Haotian and asked, "What do you want to do?"

  Yao Haotian chuckled and said, "I have a way to make them worse."

  Jiang Yong asked immediately: "What way?"

  Yao Haotian whispered a few words in Jiang Yong's ear, and Jiang Yong's expression became brighter, and finally he couldn't help but said: "This is a good way."

  The two sat there, watching Fatty Qian and others beat Huang Wenhui to the ground, unable to get up, then spit on Huang Wenhui, and left angrily.

  After Qian Fatty and the others left, Huang Wenhui struggled with his head covered in blood, and got up on the ground crying.

  Just when Huang Wenhui just got up, he suddenly felt a strong wind hit the back of his head. When he didn't react again, he felt a huge pain in the back of his head, his eyes went dark, and he passed out.

   But before he had fainted for too long, the huge pain in his knee woke him up again.

   Then there was blackness in front of his eyes, another sap, and he passed out again.

   When he woke up again, he found that he was already lying in the hospital, and there were two people sitting beside his bed.

"We are from the West Kowloon Crime Squad. In the early hours of this morning, you were called to the police and passed out on the street. At the same time, the caller claimed that you were beaten by four people. Now we are asking you for details. You can tell us exactly what happened last night."

  Huang Wenhui was stunned. In the beginning, it was Fatty Qian and others who beat him, but Huang Wenhui was sure that the last three hits were definitely not Fatty Qian and others. They didn't have the guts.

   Immediately, Huang Wenhui saw his bandaged right leg, felt the pain from the knee of his right leg, and quickly asked, "My, how is my leg?"

  The nurse next to him who was about to change his drip said: "The kneecap of the right leg is comminuted and fractured. From now on, you should be familiar with walking on crutches!"

  Huang Wenhui was struck by lightning. He originally thought that what happened to him last night was already bad enough, but now he found that there were even worse things waiting for him.

At this time, it doesn't matter whether it's Fatty Qian and others, Huang Wenhui has to pull out a few backs, so regardless of his guess just now, he directly told the situation of Fatty Qian and others to the two sitting beside his bed West Kowloon Sir.

  The two sirs walked out of the hospital after recording their statements.

   "Where are you going now?"

   "Eat breakfast first, then go back and find someone to bring Fatty Qian and the four of them back to the police station, and sue them directly!"

"Can!"

  The two got into the car and were about to drive out of the hospital, but just after they got out of the hospital, the driver stopped the car.

   "What are you doing?" the co-pilot asked.

  The driver got out of the car and said: "Look at today's newspapers. I want to see what the newspapers that smeared him say now that Chu Huan is back."

   After finishing speaking, the chief driver walked to the newsstand and said, "Boss, here is a copy of "Absolute Truth"!"

   "No more!" The newsstand owner slapped the newspapers on his booth with a ruler and preached.

   "It's sold out?" the lead driver asked in surprise.

   "There is no such thing at all. It is impossible to have newspapers on the street in the future!" the newsstand owner complained.

  Main driver: "."

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