Chapter 2871

On the way, Yan Chuxi called.

"Miss." The man's voice quality is cold, but when calling her, it sounds a little gentle, "where are you now? Shall I pick you up? "

Huarong said: "recommend one day to wait for me in the Tian'an hotel. I'll go and talk to him."

"Are you past now?" Yan Chuxi's voice sounded a little displeased. He said in a low voice, "you should call me such an important thing."

Huarong laughed and said, "isn't it because you are busy? It's nothing important. Go back and have a rest. I'll be back when I'm finished. "

Jiang Yitian is the head of Huajia's branch in Hong Kong. In her early years, she worked under her father's banner. Today, she came here to talk about her future development direction.

I'm afraid that the whole family that has a small relationship with the flower family has received the news of the tightening of the country. Now, they have to either wash the white or transform, and there is no way for them to go the next day.

Since this period of time, Huarong has received many small organizations related to Huajia. We also fully understand the change in this form and cooperate with her in her transformation work.

Those who can make a foothold in this society are not idiots. The crushing of national sharp weapons can not be resisted by a small family. Once the flower family loses power, all families living under the flower family may be completely crushed.

The transition is imminent, and no one will dare to delay at this juncture.

Yan Chuxi thought about it and said, "I'll wait for you at home."

Huarong smiles, "you..." She felt that Yan Chuxi was like a child. She had never been so clingy before.

"I'll be back earlier."

She hung up.

The Lincoln car stopped at the Tian'an Hotel, and the whole hotel was already covered. When Huarong came out of the black Lincoln car, a tall man in a black suit came over immediately, respectfully but not losing some toughness, and said to her: "Miss Hua, Mr. Jiang has ordered dinner in the box, waiting for a long time."

“……” Huarong looked at his dress, picked her eyebrows, and then said with a smile, "is that right? Then I'm really late. "

Jiang Yitian is a middle-aged man about the same age as her father. He has gray hair and good spirit. He sits on the main table and doesn't get up when he sees her coming.

"Mr. Jiang." Huarong walked in with a smile on her face, "long time no see."

"Xiao Rong used to call me uncle Jiang, but now he is so outspoken." Jiang Yitian showed a kind smile to her, stretched out his hand to entertain her and sat beside him, "are you hungry? Eat first. "

Huarong sat down, took a sip of wine from his glass and said with a smile, "I came after dinner. It's important to talk about business, Mr. Jiang. I think you've heard the news from the authorities recently? "

Jiang looked at her one day, slightly narrowed his eyes, with a middle-aged man's unique spicy eyes.

Huarong was still and looked at him with a smile. Jiang Yitian slowly withdrew his sight and ate a mouthful of food with chopsticks I heard the wind. But I don't think this has anything to do with me. "

"The sky is high and the emperor is far away. People from Hong Kong and Mainland China can't control my side?" Jiang sighed one day, "Xiao Rong, you know, uncle Jiang has done a lot of business in recent years and has to support many people. If I cut down the most profitable businesses, where should people in my company work? I don't think the affairs of Huajia have anything to do with our Jiang family. In the future, Xiaorong, you'd better leave my business in Hong Kong alone. "

Hua Rong said with a smile, "yes, I checked Mr. Jiang's business in recent years last night, ranging from smuggling to drug trafficking. However, according to the account books obtained by the head office, the money you give to the florist is more than a few billion dollars less than what you earn. My father, for the sake of Mr. Jiang's dedication to the flower family over the years, has turned a blind eye to Mr. Jiang's deeds. But after all, I have inherited the Huajia family, and I still need to settle some accounts. Mr. Jiang, do you think so? "

Jiang's face became dull one day. He was calm and did not say anything. He just lifted the eyelid of one eye, glanced at the face of Huarong, and drank wine with a glass.

Huarong is not in a hurry.

Non violent and uncooperative, she saw more, made money, want to go out from the flower family, there are many.

Jiang is no less than one person a day.

She leaned lazily over the seat and smoked a cigarette from her bag.

The smoke curled up in the box. Huarong breathed out a breath of smoke and said in a soft voice: "Mr. Jiang, without our flower family behind to escort you, in less than a year, the international criminal police will have to find out about you. What do you think you can do without us? The branch office in Hong Kong was established by my father. You were just a secretary of my father at the beginning. Now you want to swallow up all the business in Hong Kong and separate from the head office. It's heartless. Xiaorong is really sad. I remember you hugged me when I was a kid

"In a small place for a long time, people are always prone to the illusion that they are really capable." Huarong smiles, looking at Jiang Yitian's old face, the smile is light, lazy and charming, "but if you look back, you will know that the reason why you can live so many years well is because there are more people behind you to block all the open and hidden arrows. Uncle Jiang, do you think you can still live in Hong Kong without our flower family? It's impossible. You will be sent to the International Court of justice in a few days without us settling those interpols for you. "Jiang Yitian listened to her quiet threat in a soft voice. A grim smile appeared on his old face. He looked at Huarong and said, "Xiaorong, you are a little younger than your father. Next time, I'll come and see him in person

He said, suddenly pulled a gun out of his pocket and aimed it at Huarong, who was sitting next to him.

The hand trembling with the cigarette in her face didn't tremble. She looked at the old man in front of her, and she had a light smile.

"Uncle Jiang, I thought you came here to have a good conversation with Xiao Rong. Are you really not going to go back alive with your knife and gun? "

One day, Jiang restrained his smile and looked at the face of the flower and said, "the more you live, the more cowardly you are, the scarier you are. It's disappointing that your father is like this, and so is his daughter

Huarong looks at his murderous face and frowns silently. This guy is too comfortable to stay in Hong Kong. Does he melt his brain?

Drawing a gun on her here, does he think he can go back to Hong Kong alive?

Or do you really feel how powerful you are? No one dares to move him?