I Haven’t Been A Boss For Many Years

I Haven’t Been A Boss For Many Years Chapter 190

2022-03-09

Chapter 190 The sound of gunfire is like a song

Zhang Guobin stuffed the cigar into his mouth and took it from Dongguan Miao Five counterfeit banknotes, and immediately, Ding Dong, Dongguan Miao turned on the lighter, he stretched out the counterfeit banknotes and lit them, and lit a cigarette with US dollars.

The smoke from the burning of acid-free paper is whitish, which is different from the jet black that the paper burns. Dongguan Miao can still find stock on Asen, which shows that Asen must still have stock in stock.

These people have been wandering abroad for many years, and no one is watching them. The accounts are not falsified, but there are many ways to make black money. Now they must clean up and rectify, otherwise they will definitely cause big trouble.

Fortunately, the business is in a hurry, but if it is about a year later, Interpol will catch up to Yau Ma Tei and open fire!

"Phew."

Zhang Guobin exhaled a puff of smoke and held the US dollar quietly. When the US dollar was half swept away, Fang let go of the US dollar.

The US dollar that fell to the ground quickly curled into a mass of ashes, and Asen knelt on the ground with a face ashes.

"It feels really good to light a cigarette with US dollars." Zhang Guobin exhaled the white smoke and sighed: "However, it's still not good for me to light a cigarette with counterfeit banknotes, and it's better to use real banknotes next time. ."

Jiaqiang, Asen, and Xiaoya don't know if they have played this trick abroad, but when they were playing money, no one would kneel beside them and kowtow.

Tian Jiaqiang took the initiative to plead for Asen, clenched his teeth and picked up the cigar cutter on the table, decisively put the cigar cutter into his thumb, ka-cha, directly pressed down the cigar cutter, the sharp cigar cutter segmented the thumb, Fingers fell to the ground.

Tian Jiaqiang slammed his cheeks, and quickly threw away the eggplant scissors, his palm was wrong with his thumb, his face was pale, and he said with trembling all over his body: "Brother Bin, I'm sorry, I didn't take care of my subordinates. Whether I can save Asen's life next time, Asen has also contributed a lot to the company."

Assen is an expert in charge of the company's ink blending, and he is responsible for the blending of A-goods ink, and he has been obsessed with oil painting since he was a child. , In order to take pictures of the oil paintings that I like, I have to spend the US dollars produced by the company.

Famous oil paintings in the world have always been highly sought after by capital. Even though Asen earns a lot of money abroad, with tens of millions of Hong Kong paper being credited every year, he still can't cover the expenses for the auction.

Zhang Guobin had long thought that a few people might have a problem, and the information is very clear about the details of several people.

When he saw Tian Jiaqiang's plea for guilt, he immediately became angry and shouted, "Did the company not give him money!!!"

"I'm still short of it. He can't do it!!!"

"The man is a man, it's too much, don't intercede with me, if it's useful to intercede, go and ask the police and the judge to see if they will let you go! "

Tian Jiaqiang lowered his head, two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

"Assen!"

"What are you doing wrong, but you want to deal with the company's goods..."

"Brother Qiang..."

"You know me"

A Sen knelt down and pulled Tian Jiaqiang's trousers: "You have to protect me, Brother Qiang!"

He may know to ask Zhang Guobin was useless, so he pinned his hopes on Brother Qiang.

Brother Qiang cut a finger, but in vain.

Zhang Guobin sat on the sofa, crossed Erlang's legs, folded his arms, and shook the soot lightly.

"Aqiang, the counterfeit banknote factory will be closed for a long time. You and Xiaoya are temporarily staying in Hong Kong and want to do some work. Tell me, I will support you with money. As for the counterfeit banknote factory. It has nothing to do with you in the future."

"As for Asen, you should follow the rules." Zhang Guobin opened his mouth and finally spit out: "I don't want to see him again."

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To tell the truth, it has been a long time since he was as angry as he is today. He was beaten by the police, looked down on by tycoons, and made things difficult by other big players. He had to settle many contradictions inside and outside the hall.

He felt that it was the responsibility that he should take up, the consequences that he should bear, at least, enjoying the status, money, and always bearing the pressure.

Even if this pressure becomes heavier with higher status, even if you wash it off, you won't get much baggage off.

But in the end, it is worthy of morality!

But Zhang Guobin can't stand being an intruder and being fucked by his own people. If you are a policeman, I will respect you for doing your job, give you a lot of money, and send you back to the police force!

But you are really mine!

Tian Jiaqiang bowed his head and was silent for a moment, then replied aloud: "I see, Brother Bin."

"en. "Zhang Guobin waved the cigar in his hand, and someone stepped forward immediately. After dragging Asen away, Tian Jiaqiang listened to Asen's wailing and walked farther and farther, closed his eyes, and said aloud: "I want to hold art exhibitions and buy and sell artworks in Hong Kong Studio Gallery."

"No problem, I'll satisfy you." Zhang Guobin answered succinctly.

Since Interpol has set eyes on the Singapore company, the financial resources of the counterfeit banknote factory have been cut off. Zhang Guobin is not the kind of Tang Tingwei's swaggering black factory. The domestic clean financial resources, the water will flow, and it will become bigger and stronger. , earning a lot more than the black factory, in order, keep the white first, then talk about the black, absolutely right.

This kind of financial resources that are not strictly regulated overseas, even in his heart, he is also the first and most should be abandoned.

If you want to be self-sufficient as before, and pay a sum of money regularly, you can also operate it abroad and operate as a regular cash machine.

But now, let alone withdrawing money, troubles will come in the morning, and it will definitely be closed. However, the complete closure of the factory will definitely affect the interests of Tian Jiaqiang, Asen, Xiaoya and the others.

The result of Gan Gang's assertiveness is to spend a lot of money to settle the brother, and now it is an easy task to settle Tian Jiaqiang and several others.

"Thank you, boss."

Tian Jiaqiang leaned over and said.

Zhang Guobin waved his hand: "Go to the hospital quickly and take your thumb back, and I can't do the trick of cutting your fingers here. If you have something to say, you won't be able to talk about it? Do you think I will startle you if you cut one finger? ?"

"The floor is full of blood, and I have to ask Aunt to mop the floor."

Tian Jiaqiang showed a hint of shame, and quickly put his thumb in a bag, Dongguan Miao also brought him ice cubes, and several people drove to the hospital overnight for treatment.

Tsim Sha Tsui.

A bay.

"peng!"

"peng!"

"peng!"

Under the night.

A silhouette in a black suit, holding a black star diagonally, fired a few shots neatly.

A kneeling silhouette, facing the sea,

falls to the ground.

The gunman in the suit took off his cigarette and exhaled a long puff of smoke.

Haitao covered up the gunfire.

A few frightened seagulls flapped their wings and flew away.

The gunman threw the cigarette butts away.

A few busy little brothers threw a person into the sea with their hands.

The gunman in the suit walked over to a sedan, opened the door, sat in, and turned on the evening radio, which echoed a familiar song.

"The gentle laughter... is sending me warmth... The long road is about to come..."

"Holding you, the warmth reappeared at the beginning: in my heart , childhood childish dreams are not polluted: today I try to be side by side with you again: the love at the time is a new addition..."

In the past two days, Huang Zhiming, Wen Qiren and the others have been tracking down the seller of Auction House Busy, running, an important clue that suddenly appears will undoubtedly become a new breakthrough for the police, but no matter how much manpower and material resources are mobilized, they will get nothing in just two days. Disappeared, and even the most basic entry and exit records could not be found. It is more realistic that there may be an invisible line behind the person.

Just when Huang Zhiming was working overtime and staying up late and was planning to continue digging, he received a message from the serious crime team that an unknown male corpse appeared on the beach of Tsim Sha Tsui, and he looked like a suspect O Kee was investigating. Target.

Wen Qiren drove to the beach, held up his documents, and entered the scene. His eyes swept away, and Huang Zhiming, who was full of stubble, was already squatting on the ground, smoking a cigarette, his face gloomy.

"Yellow sir."

"Wen sir."

Wen Qiren walked quickly into the scene, leaving only a human-shaped marker circle, apparently the body had been The serious crime team took it away, and the identity of the body has been confirmed.

The expression on Wen Qiren's face was not good, he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Don't be discouraged."

Huang Zhiming stood up slowly, and said with relief: "As long as the criminals still think about making money, as long as they still believe that they can solve everything by hacking. things, then they will get closer and closer to my gun, getting closer and closer..."

"Yellow sir."

"You."

Wen Qiren looked stunned.

Huang Zhiming said with a smile: "I'm not afraid of doing bad things, killing a witness to silence them. I'm just afraid of the villains who are high-sounding and become more and more righteous."

"To be honest, I used to be very afraid of Crown Prince Bin, but now, I'm not so afraid of him."

Maybe Huang Zhiming found a reason for himself, shrugged his shoulders, mouth showing a smile .

"Huang sir, if you really think the boss hasn't changed, then you are wrong." Wen Qiren swept across Huang Zhiming with deep eyes, and his heart echoed silently.

He took out a pack of cigarettes in his suit pocket and took out one and handed it to Huang Zhiming.

Huang Zhiming took the cigarette.

The two were blowing wind and smoking cigarettes by the beach. They looked at each other for a moment. Wen Qiren stepped forward to put his shoulders on him and said, "Huang sir, you are a good policeman."

"You too." Huang Zhiming nodded, in a relaxed tone, but gave him a lot of recognition: "It's been a long time."

"We'll have a massage together when you have time."

"Okay. Ah, this weekday?" Wen Qiren took the initiative to make an appointment, and Huang Zhiming immediately agreed: "OK, Zhou Tian invites two buddies together, I won't be able to afford any more, you know my situation, I'm lonely, but You need to keep a few mouths."

"I see." Wen Qiren really looked forward to going to the stable with Huang Sir on the weekend, bah, it's not the stall, it's a massage, even if you accidentally find a stall, that's the same Temporary inspection, but when he arrived at Zhou Tian, Wen Qiren received a temporary report. Before leaving work, he hurried to the International Intelligence Department, pushed open the door of the Interpol Department, went straight to Ouyang Wei, and said quickly, "Sir Ouyang, at seven o'clock in the evening, There may be a large-scale transaction of counterfeit banknotes in Kwun Tong, Kowloon, so we will arrange a trip immediately."

Ouyang Weidu has already sorted out his desk, holding the car key in his hand, intending to go home from work to accompany his wife and child, heard The report from Wen Qiren immediately walked out of the office area and moved towards the guys who were about to get off work and shouted: "Work overtime tonight! Don't leave at all!"

(end of this chapter)