Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

Ever since the poll tax for Qingshan Society was cut off, Yunji has been investigated and raided by the police time and time again from the fruit bar to the stalls on the street and even the security company. When the sky swept away, it was like the Hong Kong police suddenly had more police forces.

The result, of course, was in vain.

Regarding drugs, coerced prostitution, and gambling, Peng San set the rules when he took over, and anyone who dared to do it would be abolished.

But the police station still kept coming to the door endlessly.

Not only that, Qingshan Society has never ceased, no matter whether it is the fruit bar business or the supply to the supermarket, they are all threatened and violently attacked, but as long as Yunji calls the police, the police are long overdue.

These, Peng San still can't guess what's going on.

What Shen Jiannan said is correct, without the support of the British royal family, the black society would not be able to gain a foothold in Hong Kong.

Yunji has gone all the way, and the market share that is still being suppressed is shrinking. How can those associations that openly open gambling stalls, sell drugs, and collect lumps of land, develop.

Anyway, if you can't stay, just grab a ticket and leave.

It's so ironic that the empire on which the sun never sets has come to this day.

There was a pack of Marlboro on the table, and Liang Guodong grabbed the cigarette with a smile.

Mr. Peng, do you want one?

Peng San didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, so there was nothing wrong with wanting to incriminate him.

Then you don't mind if I smoke.

As Liang Guodong said, he picked up the cigarette and put it in his mouth, and the uniformed policeman standing behind immediately handed over the flame.

Snapped--

Liang Guodong took a drag on his cigarette, and looked at Peng San with appreciation.

Mr. Peng. Our people caught drugs in the goods brought by your younger brother in Shanghuan. What do you say?

Peng San didn't answer this question, he poked his neck and asked.

Officer Liang, I want to ask a question. Are you from Huaguo?

Liang Guodong shrugged.

Of course. No. I represent the Royal Hong Kong Police, so please cooperate with us, Mr. Peng. Your younger brother has drugs in the fruit box in Sheung Wan. What do you think of this matter?

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Peng San leaned down on the table and closed his eyes.

Pass--

The uniformed policeman behind Liang Guodong slapped the table hard.

Peng San. Don't be arrogant, see where this is.

Ah sir. Is this how you treat guests? I am here to cooperate with your investigation, not a prisoner.

Say it to me again!

Ah sir. Is this how you treat guests? I am here to cooperate with your investigation, not a prisoner.

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Okay, Chen, since Mr. Peng doesn't want to talk, we won't force him. You go out first, and I will talk to Mr. Peng alone.

In the room, only Peng San and Liang Guodong were left.

After pressing the cigarette butts on the table into the ashtray, Liang Guodong stood up and walked to Peng San.

Peng San. I respect you for being a man. But you are openly breaking the rules of Hong Kong. You can't live here. Come on, we are all easy to do things, I can guarantee that I will give you a way out.

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Why, you are making a toast, and if you don't eat it, you will be fined.

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Peng San closed his eyes and fell asleep.

With a calm look on his face, Liang Guodong became very angry.

Peng San. You are also a smart person. You should know what's going on. Do you think you can handle it if you die?

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Pass--

Liang Guodong lost control of his anger at Peng San's contemptuous attitude, and punched Peng San on the back.

The fist was so heavy that Peng San coughed dryly.

He opened his eyes and looked at Liang Guodong, sarcastically.

Punch.

At this moment, a group of thirteen people in suits and leather shoes stepped into the gate of the police station.

The leader is a Chinese, with parted hair, gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and a leather bag in his hand. He has a nice smile, but he looks very cheap.

Charlie Cao, a well-known lawyer in Hong Kong.

Behind Cao Charlie, there are blond Europeans and handsome Chinese.

They are all well-known lawyers in Hong Kong, the UK and even around the world.

This is the legal department established by First International Capital under the chairmanship of Charlie Cao, and it is also one of the first capital's reliance in various developed countries, the first capital lawyer team.

Charlie Cao is quite famous in Hong Kong. As soon as he entered the door, the people from the police station couldn't help frowning.

As the police department that deals with lawyers the most, anyone who sees Charlie Cao will want to beat him to death.

Only take money, not people.

As long as you give enough money, this guy can turn the dead into the living, and the black into the white.

Because of Charlie Cao's existence, I don't know how many illegal acts were excused by this guy, and even the police beat him up and sued the police station.

However, as a public service department, the police department cannot but accept lawyers when they come.

Looking at the gorgeous lineup behind Charlie Cao, the police station realized that there might be big trouble coming.

They are all scumbag lawyers, what good can these people do by coming to the police station.

Everyone was very puzzled.

Recently, the bureau hasn't taken any major cases. Why did Charlie Cao bring such a group of scumbags here.

No one linked Charlie Cao's arrival to Peng San.

A leader of the underworld society and someone like Charlie Cao who only serve the upper class can't get involved at all.

Lawyer Cao. Why are you here today?

A supervisor pinched his nose and blocked the way of Charles Cao and his party. Although he knew that these people came with bad intentions, as a public service department, there was no reason to deliberately turn a blind eye.

Charlie Cao smiled charmingly.

Zhang Binglin supervises. I want to know what case my client Peng San is involved in. You want to arrest him.

Peng San.

Zhang Binglin couldn't help but startled.

He was not in charge of Peng San's affairs, and he didn't know what the situation was.

Ada, what's the situation with Peng San?

Peng San's younger brother is suspected of drug smuggling, our boss asked him to come back and investigate.

Zhang Bingsen shrugged.

You heard it.

Of course. Can I see my client now?

sure.

As he spoke, Zhang Bingsen made a gesture of invitation.

A group of people walked towards the meeting room.

In the meeting room, Peng San looked at Liang Guodong indifferently, his eyes calm.

At any rate, people who have taught in universities say that he has a forked limbs and a simple mind, but it's just that he is too lazy to use his brain.

In this matter, the best way is to keep silent. If it can anger Liang Guodong, that would be the best.

Peng San. Don't be arrogant to me. I advise you to recruit all your drug dealing affairs honestly.

Officer Liang. You punched me just now. My heart hurts.

Don't pretend to be garlic for me.

bang bang——

There was a knock on the conference room door.

After opening the door, Liang Guodong suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Seeing Charlie Cao and the lawyers behind him, he subconsciously looked at Peng San.

thump--

Peng San in the meeting room crashed to the ground.

Blood came out of his mouth for some unknown reason.

Charlie Cao was taken aback.

Call an ambulance quickly. Officer Liang, as a public servant, you actually used lynching to beat my client until he vomited blood. You wait for the court summons.

Liang Guodong was dumbfounded.

I just punched him.

Before he finished speaking, Liang Guodong's face suddenly turned pale.

trouble.

Victoria Peak is located in the Central and Western District of Hong Kong. It is called the top of the mountain by the locals. It is the oldest residential area of ​​rich villas in Hong Kong.

Standing on the top of the hill, you can overlook the beautiful scenery of Victoria Harbour.

An extended Lincoln drove slowly on the road, and stopped at the entrance of a mansion covering an area of ​​thousands of square meters.

The car window was lowered slowly, and the doorman quickly stepped forward to consult, then picked up the phone and dialed the intercom.

Soon, the door opened slowly, and the car drove into the villa silently.

Following the guidance of the security personnel in the courtyard, the car stopped in a parking space. Shen Jiannan opened the door and got out of the car. After casually looking around, he followed the waiter into the villa.

In the villa, an old man with gray hair and black face sat on the sofa.

Shen Jiannan approached and bowed slightly to show respect.

Ahem, cough, you are the controller of First International Capital?

Shen Jiannan stood up and smiled slightly.

I am.

Young people are terrifying.

Mr. Bao has won the prize.

Mr. Bao.

In Hong Kong, there is only one person who can make someone like Shen Jiannan salute sincerely.

The world's Chinese ship king, Pao Yugang.

He is a legend recorded in history and the uncrowned king of the land of Hong Kong. He has been met by heads of state many times. Bank of England.

In front of him, the richest man in Hong Kong and the richest people are like the gap between adults and children.

Baojia Global Shipping Group is all about cash flow.

Of course, this is not the reason why Shen Jiannan respects Bao Yugang.

People like Shen Jiannan lack respect for wealth. Measured by the power of wealth, no one in this world deserves his respect.

He respects Bao Yugang.

As early as ten years ago, Bao Yugang donated 10 million U.S. dollars to the National Tourism Administration. In the same year, he donated another 10 million U.S. dollars to Shanghai Jiaotong University. And many other prestigious schools.

This kind of person may feel worthy of respect for anyone with Chinese blood. After all, not everyone is the one who can not forget their hometown after being rich.

Helping is a matter of affection, not helping is a duty, and you can still help, at least you can still remember your blood.

After a brief exchange of greetings, the host and guest sat together, looking at each other while the nanny was serving tea.

Shen Jiannan's eyes were calm and respectful, his aura was neither humble nor overbearing, and there was a faint trace of regret that no one could detect in his heart.

People have limits after all.

Like a withered tree, Bao Yugang's energy and spirit had come to an end. It is undoubtedly a pity in life not to be able to compete with such a person.

Bao Yugang sat quietly on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, his dim eyes were full of curiosity and appreciation,

As the uncrowned king of Hong Kong, he probably understands the strength of Capital One, because part of Capital One's funds flow from Standard Chartered Bank, and the Bao family is one of the three major shareholders of Standard Chartered Bank.

But since the first capital can reach this point, how could it be possible to put the money in the same bank? If you count the hidden power, that is to say, in terms of wealth power, the young man in front of you is probably not as good as them The old guy can already be divided equally.

It's all cash flow, and there are not many people with this kind of strength in Hong Kong.

Bao Yugang felt very interesting.

To possess such wealth at such an age without arrogance and domineering aura, I am afraid that even JP Morgan and Rockefeller could not do it back then, it is really very rare.

Soon, the nanny put the tea on the table with a tray.

Bao Yugang withdrew his sizing eyes and smiled.

Ahem——George King has already told me your reason for coming.

How about Mr. Bao's proposal?

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