Chapter 267 0266 [He Is Stalling for Time! 】

Shi Zhijian was driving the car, and sitting in the passenger seat was Hu Juncai, a private lawyer with a briefcase in both hands.

For Shi Zhijian, opening an Alibaba firm is just a matter of convenience, but since it is going to be done, it must be done formally, so all legal procedures must be completed.

But now is the Chinese New Year time. Although the British do not have the tradition of celebrating the New Year, many government departments have many Chinese civil servants.

These civil servants either changed shifts or were on vacation, which made Shi Zhijian drag Hu Jun to run all day to complete some procedures, but there were still a few stamps that were not stamped, and we had to wait until the end of the New Year holiday.

In Shi Zhijian's view, Hutchison's monopoly on the seafood market has been broken little by little. At least under the control of Chen Zhichao, Lei Luo, and Li Hao and others, even if Heji really helped more than ten thousand people, he would not dare to mess around .

Then the only thing Hutchison can do is to find a place to vent.

Heji boss Pulsatilla is known as the "Emperor of Heji". He must give an explanation to the gang for such a big incident this time, and he can't just spit out the fat in his mouth for no reason.

If he doesn't do something, then it must be hard to convince.

People from the rivers and lakes have the wildest temper.

And there are not no subordinates who are eyeing the throne of Pulsatilla grandis.

Lao Ding made a big mistake. If he can't give a perfect answer, how can he convince others with virtue in the future?

The current arena is no longer what it used to be. It is impossible to subdue so many people purely by force or brute force, let alone help 30,000 people? !

Thinking of this, Shi Zhijian smiled, and said to Hu Juncai who was sitting next to him in the co-pilot's seat: "Do you have any cigarettes? Have a cigarette!"

Hu Juncai hurriedly said: "Mr. Shi, do you want some cigarettes?"

Hastily dug out cigarettes from his pockets, first took out a box of cheap Double Happiness from the left side, stuffed it in, then took out a box of middle-grade Lucky Strike from the right pocket, stuffed it in again, and finally took out a box of cigarettes from his trouser pocket. Three or five, then he let out a breath, opened the cigarette case, took out one and stuffed it into Shi Zhijian's mouth with his own hands.

Shi Zhijian could see clearly, "You usually smoke so much?"

"It wasn't before, but it's like this now." Hu Juncai grinned, and took out a match to help Shi Zhijian light the cigarette he was biting. Then he extinguished the fire, opened the car window and threw it out.

"My double happiness on the left is for ordinary people. Lucky luck is for middle-level people. Needless to say, it is specially prepared for high-level people like you, Mr. Shi." Hu Juncai bared his teeth. Flattery.

"That's right, you've learned a lot about social communication." Shi Zhijian puffed out the smoke and praised.

Hu Juncai smiled immediately, "Thank you Mr. Shi for your compliment, I am still learning with humility."

"Then you betrayed me and told my elder sister that I was a profiteer, what kind of knowledge is this?"

"Ah?" Hu Juncai turned pale with shock, "Mr. Shi, you must have misunderstood, I never said that."

"Really?" Shi Zhijian turned his head and squinted at him.

Under Shi Zhijian's sharp gaze, Hu Juncai immediately raised his hands in surrender, "I confess, I only said it once!"

"once?"

"Yes, it was Sister Yufeng who forced me to tell me what I think of you."

"What did you say?"

"I said you are great." Hu Juncai swallowed, looking at Shi Zhijian carefully.

"to be honest!"

"I said you are treacherous!" Hu Juncai accepted his fate, "I like to treat people like monkeys!"

"Huh?" Shi Zhijian glanced at him, "You have very good observation skills!"

"Thank you, Mr. Shi, for your compliment. In fact, I still have many advantages."

"Is that so, then I will dig out slowly in the future."

Shi Zhijian stopped the car suddenly while talking, and said, "Juncai, don't you think tonight is strange?"

"What's so strange?" Shi Zhijian pouted, "New Year's Eve, many places are very lively, but here is very deserted."

Hu Juncai looked around, and saw that the street was deserted and deserted, except for the one selling Xirong with a load, the one who sold fried chestnuts with sugar on the side of the road, and another drunkard urinating against the corner of the wall, the whole street Weirdly quiet.

"Great talent!"

"Well?"

"Your specialty package doesn't include escaping?"

"Mr. Shi, what do you mean by that?" Hu Juncai looked at Shi Zhijian, but saw Shi Zhijian looking in front of him.

Hu Juncai also hurriedly looked forward, only to see a few figures appearing on the opposite side in the hazy night ahead. The one at the head had a sturdy body and was wearing a pair of homemade trousers with his upper body bare, but he seemed to show off on purpose. Wearing a windbreaker, his long hair fluttered in the night wind. The most exaggerated one was him, with a sheathed samurai sword on his shoulder.

Hu Juncai seemed to understand something, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said to Shi Zhijian: "Drive, let's hit it."

Shi Zhijian smiled wryly, "Do you think I don't want to? I drove you all day today, and the car ran out of gas."

Hu Juncai was taken aback, "You didn't stop on purpose, the car ran out of gas?"

Shi Zhijian nodded, "Guess right."

Hu Juncai was ready to die, "Mr. Shi, you can't do this, I'm still young, I'm not married yet—who is the other party?"

"You don't know it after reading it. Carrying a knife and bringing people with you is not a gift during the Chinese New Year anyway."

Hu Juncai couldn't laugh or cry, "Mr. Shi, now is not the time to joke."

"Aren't you kidding, are you crying?" Shi Zhijian said, and opened the car door.

"what are you up to?"

"Of course it's a negotiation. If you can't reach an agreement, take the opportunity to escape. Don't tell me that you have to sit still in the car. Many people were thrown in kerosene and burned to death in the car!"

Hu Juncai was startled, and jumped out of the car like a rabbit.

"Calm down!" Shi Zhijian comforted him, "Pretend you don't care about anything, so that the other party can't see your details."

Hu Juncai turned pale, "I want to too, but my calf won't obey me."

"Then smoke a cigarette and calm down." Shi Zhijian took a deep puff of the cigarette as he spoke, and pointed at the samurai sword man emerging in front of him and the people behind him, exhaling a circle of smoke, with a calm posture.

"Is that Shi Zhijian?"

"It's me, who are you?"

"Hutchison, Wanchai Dafei!"

"Da Fei? You and I are strangers, what are you stopping me from doing?"

"To kill you!"

"You and I have a grudge?"

"No grudges."

"Grievance?"

"No complaints."

"Since there is no enmity or grudge, why do you want to kill me?"

"For our club." Da Fei said viciously, "You know what good things you do!"

"I don't know, please advise."

"The Indian ghost has been caught by us, and he confessed everything."

"Really? What did he confess?"

Da Fei was about to answer, when the subordinates beside him said: "Brother Da Fei, why do I feel like he is delaying time?"

Da Fei slapped him up, and turned his hands around, "Push the street! Do you need to say it? I've seen it!"