The rebirth of the Hong Kong Island chaebol, starting with a short-selling Eagle Sauce

"What? The Tianzhu police are looking for you?"

Just when Wang Lei thought the princess's escape incident was about to come to an end.

Erica brings another bad news.

"Yes, the prince is so shameless. He did not want the princess, but wanted Han Wuchen and the Wild Dog Legion in the name of fighting against KB elements."

"I have been doing legal business before, but now my guys and I are wanted all over the world. This time I have suffered too much loss. You have to..."

“Erica, you can retire after finishing this deal.

You have two choices now, continue to complete the task, and I promise you that you will not lose a cent.

Another option is for me to replace a group of people to protect Han Wuchen. Because you have not fulfilled our agreement, I can only give you half of the money. "

As soon as she heard that the gold boss was changing people, Erica immediately calmed down and said hurriedly:

"I choose the first one. It's not like I have no way to send them back safely."

"Very good, then tell me about your next plan."

"I know a smuggling route from Tianzhu to Hong Kong City, I guarantee it will be foolproof!"

Wang Lei had a way to eliminate the international wanted orders on Erica, Han Wuchen and others, but in order not to irritate the prince, he had no choice but to give up.

Taking the water route is much slower, but this is the only way for Han Wuchen and others to escape.

Thinking of this, Wang Lei said in a threatening tone:

"Erika, this is your last chance. If you mess up again, I promise to put a [-] million bounty on your head!"

Erica couldn't help but tremble all over. He could feel that the sponsor's father didn't look like he was joking, and all thoughts of handing the princess over to the prince disappeared.

Wang Zhengyi was not in a very good mood after receiving the report. He attached great importance to family inheritance.

After knowing that Han Wuchen was his son, he became restless and determined to bring him back safely.

But this matter became extremely difficult, and he rarely showed a helpless look.

"Dad, don't worry, I guarantee that when you come back from the mainland, you can see the lively little Wu brother."

"Okay, I can rest assured that you can handle the matter. Let's go to the airport first. The people over at Poly are already urging us."

When he returns home this time, Wang Zhengyi only plans to take Wang Lei with him.

Although Wang Lei can be a jerk and lustful sometimes, he is much more reliable than his two older brothers.

The younger son can also help him make suggestions and help him solve some difficult problems.

After arriving at the airport, Wang Zhengyi was also shocked by his "own" private jet.

The large logo of the Wang Group is printed on one side of the plane, and the logos of dozens of its large subsidiaries are printed on the other side. There is some blank space on the tail, as if it is preparing for the future.

This place is still spraying aircraft, it is simply a large-scale show of the Wang Group.

As soon as the plane landed, it attracted crowds of airport staff and even many Hong Kong journalists with great powers.

Just at this moment, Wang Lei's Rolls-Royce drove into the cabin, and the reporters present frantically pressed the door buttons.

The Hong Kong reporter also wanted to interview the Wang family and his son, but was blocked by security guards.

Seeing more than 20 bodyguards in black entering the cabin, Wang Zhengyi asked in shock:

"A Lei, we are not going to the battlefield, do we need to bring so many people with us?"

"Of course they can be used. Guns have not been banned in the mainland, and there are endless gangsters from all walks of life. Although these people are not fighting masters, they are professionals in blocking bullets."

Hearing this, Wang Zhengyi nodded, but then curiously asked in a low voice:

"Then where does this old man come from?"

Different from other well-disciplined bodyguards in black, this bald old man crossed his legs and even looked at the flight attendant's white thighs in a somewhat obscene manner.

He looks like an old hooligan on the roadside, a porcelain expert who falls down at the first push.

"Oh, that's Mr. Li Qingli, a master of martial arts. Liu Hu can only fight him three times!"

Wang Zhengyi is aware of Liu Hu's strength. More than a dozen gangsters can't get close to him, and he is the bodyguard he covets.

"Is he so powerful?"

Wang Zhengyi was a little surprised. He really didn't realize that Li Qing was an expert in martial arts. He was just an ordinary and wretched old man. He even began to wonder if his son had been deceived.

"The former Ouchi guards, plus personal bodyguards!"

Since the little old man was rescued, Liu Hu has been asking him for Kung Fu lessons. After knowing that Wang Lei was going back to the mainland, he immediately clamored to see Wang Lei.

More than twenty people couldn't stop him. If Liu Hu hadn't subdued Li Qing while his strength was exhausted, Wang Lei's bodyguard group would have been almost wiped out.

This also allowed Wang Lei to see the horror of the master of martial arts.

Fortunately, Li Qing kept his hand, otherwise the difference between victory and defeat, life and death would not be a joke.

"Just him?"

Li Qing seemed to hear the Wang family and his son talking about him, and grinned at Wang Zhengyi with a little green cauliflower on his teeth.

It was too much to look at like that.

"Big Boss, it's absolutely true. It's as easy for him to kill someone with one hand as to crush a chicken to death."

The image of old man Li Qing squeezing a chicken to death suddenly appeared in the minds of the Wang family and his son.

Wang Zhengyi shook his head and tried his best to eliminate this scene from his mind.

"Then since you are a master of Chinese martial arts, Ah Lei, please don't wait too long on Mr. Li."

After flying smoothly for an hour, the plane slowly landed at Kyoto Airport.

The Wang family father and son who opened the sun visor were both startled.

I saw people on both sides of the slide, some holding flowers and some holding flags welcoming Mr. Wang's visit.

"No wonder Manager Xiao, with his mysterious face, actually started such a battle."

There was excitement in his words.

Bigger surprises are yet to come!

At the end of the slide, a band was waiting.

After opening the cabin, Wang Zhengyi found that the stairs had been covered with red carpet.

In addition to the wreaths, there was also a set of reporters.

What made Wang Zhengyi couldn't help but tremble with excitement was when several figures that often appeared in a set came towards him!

"Why did you come here in person? This is not etiquette."

"Mr. Wang, if you personally return the national treasure, why can't I come to greet you in person?"

After a set of filming and the witness of hundreds of people present, the boss took the bronze dragon head from Wang Zhengyi, and the two people held their hands together tightly.

There were overwhelming shouts from both sides, and the exciting scene was deeply engraved in everyone's minds.

The cameraman took a lot of shots of the Wang family's private jet, not missing a single blind spot.

Dozens of black-clad bodyguards and the Rolls-Royce slowly driving out were all photographed.

Looking at this scene, both the Wang family and his son were extremely happy.

Fortunately, a Boeing 757 large private jet, a group of black-clad bodyguards, and a luxury car Rolls-Royce were temporarily prepared, otherwise the Wang family would be embarrassed.

A set of prime time news with hundreds of millions of viewers is no joke!