A new day is coming.

On the streets of Tsuen Wan, Zhao Xueyan stopped Bentley, grabbed his elder brother and transferred it to the teapot. He said that he had already made an appointment to welcome the five-person teapot group.

This delay lasted for more than ten days.

On the phone, Zhao Xueyan had already known that after the five funny guys were released from prison, they all lived in the house of Curly Mother's mother-in-law, in Tsuen Wan. The five-member group also joined Curly Mother's little sister to open a cleaning company, Wubao Cleaning Company.

This is exactly the same as the development in the story of the Five Fortune Stars.

A moment later, Zhao Xueyan received a call from the teapot and asked about the situation. They were also helping a shopping mall with cleaning work. It was finished immediately, and they came soon...

After putting away his elder brother, Zhao Xueyan looked around and found a place for the dinner.

Tsuen Wan, except for the last time when he escaped from prison in Lai Chi Kok, he took Dad as a hostage here, he has never been there again. He is not familiar with it, so choose any one.

Walking leisurely while sightseeing the street scene, when you walk to a small park on the side of the road, Zhao Xueyan suddenly saw a man in a suit stand up and leave the mahogany armchair, grabbing his elder brother and go away while talking, but the man in the suit left a briefcase on the chair.

"Hey~ you forgot to take the stuff."

Zhao Xueyan kindly reminded him, but the man in the suit did not stop and did not look back, and continued to go away.

Xiao Zhao thought for a while, walked to the mahogany armchair and grabbed the briefcase. Just as he was about to chase the man in the suit, he heard footsteps approaching.

When he turned around, he found a young man in a floral shirt running quickly, ran to Xiao Zhao and said, "Have you picked up something? Hey, that person is wearing a expensive suit and carrying a big brother. Is this a rich man, and I will get half of the meeting?"

Zhao Xueyan looked at Hua Shirt deeply, and there was something wrong with the situation, damn it.

What a familiar feeling?

Nowadays, it is so difficult to be a good person?

It's not right. Maybe he was thinking too much and shouldn't have thought the world so sinister.

When Zhao Xueyan's thoughts flew, Hua Shirt was excited, "Open it quickly and see, you're just a few seconds ahead of me, don't think of taking it alone."

"Fuck, handsome guy, don't think you can just take it alone with your elder brother. I, Hua Zaixiang, are not that easy to bully."

Zhao Xueyan nodded, grabbed the briefcase and opened the zipper. It was green inside. No, there were several stacks of green baskets, all with a denomination of one hundred.

Hua Zaixiang stared straight, "I'm so excited? Beautiful, hurry up, let me see how much it costs..."

While speaking, she couldn't wait to catch the money. Hua Zaixiang looked around sneakily and found someone looking at this side on the roadside. She immediately blocked the passers-by's sight with her body. "A stack of pieces, all of them are 100 yuan. If you have 10,000 yuan in stacks, it will be at least 50,000 yuan."

"Three to three get nine, five to eight to three, US dollar exchange rate against Hong Kong dollar 1:7:9. Beautiful boy, you are also the big brother. If I don't want US dollar, you will have to pay Hong Kong dollars. If you have half of each person, you can share at least 150,000 yuan."

Zhao Xueyan looked at Hua Zaixiang strangely, "150,000?"

Hua Zaixiang put the American knife back, closed the zipper, and looked excited, "At least 150,000."

Xiao Zhao grabbed a stack of beautiful knives, pulled out one, touched it, looked carefully, then smiled and put away the beautiful knives, "Okay, I'll give you 150,000."

After pulling the zipper, under Hua Zaixiang's expectant attention, Zhao Xueyan shook his hand and slapped him. Hua Zaixiang performed on the spot and then turned to a 720-degree spiral.

After walking around twice, Hua Zaixiang fell to the ground with a thunderous howling, and even more frightened, "Fuji, why do you hit me?"

At the same time, four young people in the park, all of whom were scattered, all of whom were vicious and stalking.

"Shangzi, do you dare to make trouble? Do..."

The first man who rushed to Zhao Xueyan's fastest, just kicked him in the air, and Xiao Zhao flashed his body. When the buzzer passed by him, he punched the buzzer's belly, like a paper man hanging in the air, and the buzzer's buzzer's buzzer's hunch howled and fell to the ground.

Then there was the long red hair rushing over. As soon as the man arrived, Zhao Xueyan kicked the red hair in the chest with a swing and threw it away.

Honey ~

The remaining two rushing over braked with their soles of their feet and glared at Zhao Xueyan three or four meters away, with a lot of fear in their eyes.

Zhao Xueyan tied the briefing under his left armpit and waved to the yellow hair on the left, "Come on, I haven't finished sending it yet. I just gave it 1,500, and it's still far away from 150,000."

A trace of ferociousness flashed across the yellow-haired face in horror, and he took out a dagger from the back of his back, "Boy, do you know who our elder brother is?"

Zhao Xueyan was shocked, "You five hit me and you still have a knife? So unethical?"

Huangmao smiled, grabbed the dagger and threw the knife flower in the air a few times, "Wait..."

As soon as the next two words were spoken, the yellow-haired smile became stiff, and Zhao Xueyan also took out a handful of black stars from his back.

"Daohua is having a good time, come and compare!"

Hei Xing aimed at the yellow hair three or four meters away. Huang Hair threw down the dagger and knelt on the ground, "Boss, please spare me!"

The bald man on the other side was about to run, but Zhao Xueyan looked at him, "Do you want to run? Are you running faster or are you a gun faster?"

"Tell me, who is your elder brother?"

The bald man himself is more than 1.8 meters tall and majestic, with a scorpion tattoo on his head, which looks scary, but under this note, he also kneeled down, "Boss, please spare my life, my elder brother is He Wen, He Wen."

Damn, isn't you just going out and watching the almanac? Isn't it just a street fraud? Seeing Xiao Zhao dressed in bright clothes and carrying a big brother in his hand, he seemed to be a big fat sheep.

What Hua Zairong said about 58 or 30 is of course a trick in scams.

That 50,000 US dollars is all fake money.

When it comes to Tsuen Wan, Hong Kong Island, the most outstanding person at present is of course the same as Liansheng Da D, but He Wen is not an ordinary club. Like the big dealer Chen Chao, he is playing fake money.

Zhao Xueyan smiled and put away his gun, pulled open the briefcase again, pulled out more than a dozen pieces from a stack of hundreds of dollars knives, grabbed the banknote and pulled it into the bald face.

Smack sex~

"He Wen, right? Fake money, right?"

"Can you guys be more professional when playing fakes? Just touching this kind of broken paper is obviously different from the real money paper. I want to lie to me?"

More than a dozen bills of money were sucking the face, and as long as the skills were strong, the face would be swollen. The bald tattooed man knelt on his knees and his left face was swollen quickly.

But Zhao Xueyan's words made the bald leader even more stunned. What's the situation? The boss is scolding us for being too fake?

Zhao Xueyan pulled his bald head back and said, "Apart from the paper problem, there is a big gap between it and acid-free paper. What about printing technology?"

"The Bald Eagle Federal Bank uses a gravure printing machine. Do you want to print a yarn with a letterpress?"

"Do you think I'm blind or uneducated?!"

The bald man cried, "Don't hit him, don't hit him~"

Acid-free paper, gravure letterpress printing? He doesn’t understand what it is.

He Wen is playing with fake money, but he is not a dealer. He just uses real money to buy fake money and then lets his younger brothers distribute fake money.

He Wen doesn’t know much about the skills of high-end players, so why not talk about the bad guys under his command?

Zhao Xueyan stopped and spoke to the yellow-haired man not far away, "Come here!"

Yellow hair, “…”

He knelt tremblingly and rubbed against Zhao Xueyan. Xiao Zhao grabbed the banknotes and pulled him up, "The paper is not good, the printing press is garbage, where is the color-changing ink?"

"Who are you fooling with this kind of thing?"

"No, you just look down on me and think I'm not educated, right?"
Chapter completed!