Hong Kong variety show: Why do you say I'm crazy?

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If anyone else had said those words, Ma Guoying would have taken them down long ago, but this was Old Wang. The scene in the RV back then had a truly shocking impact on her.

Ma Guoying inexplicably pulled out his phone.

"Let's exchange phone numbers and start as friends."

"this....."

The two exchanged contact information, and then Ma Guoying left in a hurry, saying that she would contact him later because she had something to do.

Wang Taiyi didn't take it seriously and continued to study how to bomb the director's office.

"Brother Donghuang, what are you doing?"

When Huang Qifa came out of the director's office in high spirits, he saw Wang Taiyi squatting in the corner, digging a hole in the corner with his mobile phone.

Wang Taiyi clapped his hands and stood up as if nothing had happened.

"Oh, I'm studying the police station's building structure. It really needs repairs. What about you? What did Lao Huang say?"

Speaking of this, Huang Qifa laughed so hard that the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes could trap a fly.

"The chief has agreed to let me return to the police force, and I'll start as a sergeant as soon as I come back."

Huang Qifa was ecstatic when his long-held dream came true. Although he was only a police chief in his thirties, which was probably the end of his life, he could now openly go shopping with his wife and children. He wouldn't have to worry about what his children should write for school anymore. Besides, he had a secret stash of money after being an undercover agent for so many years.

What did you say? Hand it over? If you hand it over, would it still be called a secret treasury?

Wang Taiyi patted Huang Qifa on the shoulder.

"Work hard and believe me, you will definitely rise to the top. Inspector, superintendent, it will all be within your reach. In the future, when you go out and shout 'I am Chief Inspector Huang Qifa,' who will dare to raise their voice in front of you? Even Wei Dexin will have to hold his butt tightly when he farts in front of you."

"Haha, then I'll take Donghuang's good wishes."

Huang Qifa didn't believe it at all, taking it as Wang Taiyi trying to comfort himself.

"Come on, Brother Donghuang, let's go have a good meal to celebrate. Let's have Da Hong Pao rooster, that's a real delicacy, paired with Erguotou, that spiciness...tsk tsk...it goes in two directions, one goes from the throat to the stomach, if you can't stand it you'll bleed in your stool, the other goes upwards, straight to the top of the head, touch your head, it's soaked!"

Huang Qifa, rubbing his head, drooled.

No wonder he has so little hair, it must be from eating too much spicy food.

"Eat my ass, go over to the other end of the corridor and keep an eye on people for me."

They've already shown up today, so bombing the police station isn't an option; they'll have to find another way.

"Old Huang was yelling at me just now, and I'm not happy about it. I'm going to get revenge on him. Don't worry about it."

As he spoke, Wang Taiyi arrived at Huang Bingyao's door and loosened his belt.

"Damn it! Brother Donghuang, what are you doing? No, it's really not necessary."

This startled Huang Qifa. Was he going to urinate in front of the bureau chief's door? No wonder he's called Brother Donghuang, he's really crazy.

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Golden Night Building.

It's Saturday, and Old Wang, unusually, has nothing to do. He sits on the sofa watching "Enjoy Yourself Tonight" on TV, but finds it boring. Lei Zhilan is at home fighting with her stepmother and sister, Guan Zhiling is filming, and Ruby... Old Wang doesn't know what Ruby is busy with; he just dumped him at the film company and hasn't paid any attention to him since.

"Hahaha!"

On the sofa next to him, Max was watching TV and grinning like an idiot.

"Is it interesting?"

"Haha, that's hilarious, bro. Look at that guy, he ate sushi with wasabi and his eyes were watering from the spiciness, but he's pretending nothing's wrong. It's so funny."

Wang Taiyi shook his head. It seems that "Hong Kong's Got Talent" needs to be scheduled. The people of Hong Kong are so lacking in entertainment that they need to save themselves.

"Hahaha!...Pah!"

That bastard Max was spitting out strawberry leaves while grinning like an idiot.

These white strawberries were brought by Max; it has to be said that these rich kids always manage to get their hands on some delicious and fun things.

Wang Taiyi, who was also eating a bowl of strawberries, couldn't stand Mai's behavior. Unlike the others, Mai wasn't ambitious at all. He never did anything on his own initiative except for the things Wang Taiyi asked him to do. He was incredibly lazy.

"boom!"

Old Wang kicked him off the sofa.

"Ah~~"

Mais lay on the ground, clutching his buttocks, looking at Wang Taiyi with a wronged expression.

Why did my older brother kick me?

This guy is practically my underling, and he's always been very respectful to me. Old Wang can't just kick him out because he can't stand his lazy attitude.

"Who told you to eat the strawberry head first!"

"Oh, just for this? Isn't this how everyone eats it?"

"Who said that."

Wang Taiyi pointed to the airplane, which was also eating strawberries. The airplane first bit off the strawberry leaves, and then ate the strawberry bit by bit from the bottom.

"No way, bro, it's just because of this?"

Max suspected that his older brother was just bored and wanted to kick him; his brother often did that.

"Big brother."

A henchman came over.

"Uncle Mei is here."

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Chapter 225 The Crown Prince Emerges

Uncle Mei has been borrowing money everywhere lately, and he has truly experienced the coldness and warmth of human relationships.

Friends who are usually like brothers ask to borrow ten million or so, and they actually want to charge interest. If I want interest, can't I just withdraw it from my bank fixed deposit? What happened to our brotherhood?

And that Tung Wong Tsai from Hung Hing, damn it, what is he? He just doesn't want to participate and doesn't want to pay the registration fee. He's blatantly robbing people and he thinks he's in the right. Just wait, I, Uncle Mei, have been in the underworld for so many years, I'll get my money back sooner or later.

Finally, they raised 20 million, and Uncle Mei came to redeem them.

As soon as I entered, I saw the Eastern Prince kicking a young man. What's going on? Is he blackmailing someone again? This Eastern Prince is indeed a devil.

"I brought the money, but where is my son?"

Without saying a word, Uncle Mei's henchmen threw the two large duffel bags containing the money onto the floor.

Before Wang Taiyi could speak, the plane quickly approached, opened its luggage bag, and then, from who-knows-where, brought out a banknote detector, which started clicking and checking banknotes. Old Wang had no idea when the plane had gotten all these things.

To be honest, Lao Wang felt a little embarrassed. Normally, when dealing with gangsters, they would just randomly pull out a stack of banknotes to check and that was it. But when it came to the plane, they checked stack after stack. Moreover, the plane even took out a bundle of paper and carefully tied the checked money into bundles. The method was very professional.

Uncle Mei's eyes twitched as he looked at him. "With your professional background, why don't you work in a bank? What are you doing in the underworld?"

"Uncle Mei, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just that my little brother is terrified of being poor. He's been traumatized by receiving counterfeit money before. Don't mind him, come on, sit down, have some fruit and watch TV. This 'Enjoy Yourself Tonight' show is quite interesting."

Uncle Mei walked a few steps to the sofa, and as always, he hurdled over the sofa from behind.

"Hmm~"

Uncle Mei grunted. Old Wang had replaced the sofa with a new one, which had a higher and wider backrest. Uncle Mei was furious.

Looking at Uncle Mei, who was sitting on the sofa sweating profusely, Wang Taiyi asked with concern.

"Hey~ Uncle Mei, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Did I tell you I got stuck in my balls?" Uncle Mei said through gritted teeth.

"Stop talking nonsense and hand over my son."

Mrs. Wang nodded. Since the other party had brought money, she couldn't break the rules, so she picked up the phone and called her underling downstairs.

Five minutes later, the plane was still checking the money.

Uncle Mei was getting impatient.

"They've already said one word, why hasn't anyone arrived yet?"

Old Wang asked curiously:

What is it in one word?

Uncle Mei felt like he was being played.

"You don't know that one word means five minutes? Are you kidding me?"

Old Wang, the time traveler, had no idea of ​​the essence of Cantonese.

"Is it really that amazing? I'm sorry, Uncle Mei, I've been studying abroad for a long time. You know Harvard? I studied electrical appliance repair there. I've only been back in Hong Kong for a few years. You said one word takes five minutes, so how do you say ten minutes?"

With his son's fate unknown, what could Uncle Mei do but teach?

"Ding..."

The elevator whirred; there was an elevator on the rooftop that went directly downstairs.

The elevator doors opened and King Kong jumped out, munching on a carrot, with Prince, who was also munching on a carrot, hanging around his neck.