It was rare to see him so emotional, and Fang Chenyu was very interested in seeing who he was.
"There's not even a hint of fate yet?" When Zhuo Zhenfeng mentioned Zhao Zitong, the corners of his mouth curled up, but he knew it was not easy.
"Oh? How long have you known each other?" Fang Chenyu became even more interested.
Under normal circumstances, shouldn't women chase after Master Zhuo? Could it be that Master Zhuo was chasing after her this time, and the girl wasn't flirting with him
That's a bit interesting.
"We've known each other for more than a month." Zhuo Zhenfeng took a big gulp of beer. This progress had nothing to do with him, but was all thanks to his little nephew.
"Puff..."
Fang Chenyu sprayed the whole table with his words: "It's been more than a month, and you still haven't written a single stroke? Your eight characters are in traditional Chinese, right?"
Fang Chenyu couldn't believe it. With Zhuo Zhenfeng's conditions, what kind of fairy would be so difficult to pursue
“You don’t understand, she’s different.
"Zhuo Zhenfeng couldn't tell what was different, but he felt that her mental age didn't match her actual age.
Maybe it’s an occupational disease, lawyers all like to analyze people.
"How can women be different? Pretty skins are all the same, but interesting souls are rare. I have never seen a pretty and interesting soul."
Although Fang Chenyu's family is not as well-off as Zhuo Zhenfeng's, it is still well-off. He has been dating since middle school and thinks he knows women very well.
The more beautiful a woman is, the more artificial and hypocritical she is, and she is not interesting at all.
"I tell you, women like men who are rich, handsome, and gentle and considerate to them. Oh, and you can't be unfaithful. You can be cold to her outside, but you must be good to her alone."
Fang Chenyu's analysis was very logical.
This kind of people are called theoretical people in later generations.
It's just that he can talk a lot of things in theory, but when it comes to practice, he's terrible at everything. It's very embarrassing. If he wants to continue chatting with girls, he has to rely on the emoticons he has saved for years.
After teasing Zhuo Zhenfeng for a while, Fang Zhenyu finally got down to business: "You know, brother, someone recently offered you money to get out."
"How do you want to get out?" Zhuo Zhenfeng put down the wine glass in his hand.
"He was very arrogant. He said he would pay a very high price to buy our law firm and make you, Lawyer Zhuo who drives a Toyota, get out of the Central legal circle."
When Fang Zhenyu heard the news at first, he was shocked.
Where is this person's brain
Spend money to get Master Zhuo, one of the four major families, out of here
Who gave him the courage
"Oh, right. Why do you always drive a shabby Toyota recently? Are you tired of driving luxury cars and want to try the feeling of being ordinary?"
Fang Zhenyu was speechless. Although he didn't like those flashy sports cars, he also didn't like the shabby Toyota.
His car is a Lexus, which is luxurious yet low-key.
"Let's not talk about this. Is that person's surname Ye?" Zhuo Zhenfeng thought of Ye Wenle.
"How do you know? Lawyer Zhuo is really different. He has a very sensitive sense of smell." Fang Zhenyu gently touched Zhuo Zhenfeng's cup with his cup.
"Because only someone with a brain like Ye Wenle could come up with such a simple and crude idea."
Zhuo Zhenfeng drank a large glass of ice-cold beer. It seemed that Ye Wenle really thought that Hong Kong was the Ye family's city.
He didn't like playing with idiots, but it was annoying that idiots kept hanging around him. It seemed that he didn't know what "the sky is high and the earth is thick" meant unless he ruined the Ye family's business.
In the materialistic society of Hong Kong, having money can indeed enable you to do many things that ordinary people cannot do.
For example, paying a senior inspector to secretly dispose of a detained prisoner.
However, there are times when rich people are taken advantage of and played around with by others, becoming the epitome of “rich and stupid.”
For example, Ms. Wang Wenhui, the wife of the chairman of Zhuo Group, was being mercilessly mocked by Senior Inspector Liang Weichao and several men.
After paying the money, Wang Wenhui thought that Zhao Wenqiang had been secretly killed by these people.
In fact, these people are just like those death row prisoners. If they disappear on the earth, no family members will come to look for their bodies.
Death row prisoners have no commercial value, but illegal laborers in Southeast Asia do.
Since ancient times, Chinese people have had the tradition of "going to Southeast Asia to work".
Southeast Asia is adjacent to the southern tip of China's territory, and some places were even Chinese territory in ancient times.
There are large Chinese populations in many Southeast Asian countries, communication is convenient, and cultural habits are very similar to those in China.
Many locals in Southeast Asian countries generally speak some Chinese, so people who don’t speak foreign languages can communicate easily.
Warm sunshine, beautiful beaches, luxurious suites, charming Thai ladyboys, and of course, eye-popping paychecks, there is always one that will make your heart beat.
All these have made many workers who want to go abroad to seek their fortune very excited.
Although Southeast Asia is very close to China, it may be farther from Guangzhou to Beijing. But it is still considered going abroad anyway.
Many countries in Southeast Asia have very loose legislation and a relatively developed pornography industry, especially the gambling industry.
This is a paradise for criminals, but a hell for "black laborers" like Zhao Wenqiang.
He didn't know why he was sold to Southeast Asia the next day while staying in the police station in Hong Kong.
On the first day Zhao Wenqiang arrived, he was brutally beaten.
Several men with guns handcuffed Zhao Wenqiang and several others, and then beat them with batons.
When handcuffs were not enough, they would lock the necks with dog chains. Some were even locked in iron cages, with bamboo sticks inserted into the fingernails of the ten fingers...
"Who are you? Why are you doing this to us? We are Hong Kong people. Hong Kong is a society ruled by law and a place that respects human rights!"
Among them was a man named Weikun, who was sent here together with Zhao Wenqiang. He protested loudly.
He was clearly just playing with a rich man's lover, but he was caught by the police, taken to the police station, and then sent here.
"Haha, this is Southeast Asia. Killing you Hong Kong people is like crushing an ant."
The men who beat them laughed.
Hong Kong people
There's no one here!
These are just the dogs sold to them!
"Who sold us here?"
Zhao Wenqiang's voice was very weak. He was stripped naked, tied with a dog chain around his neck, soaked in cold water, and being whipped hard by a man.
My back was already covered in tatters, and the worst thing was that the cold water I was running in was actually salt water!
What a bunch of perverted lunatics!
He never knew that there was such a dark place in this world.
"Of course it's you Hong Kong police. You are all death row prisoners. You didn't sell them to us to make money. You just shot them like that. What a pity."
A man with a baton, cigarette between his lips, scoffed.