Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

In the huge conference room, Lamont's consultants had a fierce quarrel with executives at all levels.

Although Hong Kong has huge foreign exchange reserves, these funds are all reserves paid by the three major note-issuing banks. It is also because the Hong Kong dollar has the nature of a US dollar token, and the exchange rate of the Hong Kong dollar has been very stable over the past decade.

Once these foreign currencies are used, it will be a disaster if there are not enough US dollars to pay when the Hong Kong dollars need to be redeemed. A bank run is a minor problem. If it is serious, it will even cause the entire financial system of Hong Kong to collapse, causing incalculable consequences.

But as a consultant said, what does the collapse of Hong Kong have to do with Britain?

Lamont raised his eyebrows, picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.

I agree with Mr. Hans. It would be a lot easier for us if we had Hong Kong to share the pressure of the Asian market.

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Any other opinions? If not, the meeting will be adjourned.

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Hong Kong, Yau Ma Tei.

Police cars with flashing lights surrounded the Yau Ma Tei fruit farm.

Hundreds of uniformed policemen were holding riot shields and batons. The workers and security guards confronted each other aggressively and fiercely.

In the front row, a senior inspector was standing in the center, holding a gun and smoking a cigarette. He looked unrestrained and calm, and seemed to be completely unaware of being surrounded by a crowd. Opposite him, a tattooed man with white hair The young man was arrogant and domineering, squinting his eyes, his face was full of madness and bloodthirsty.

Bai Mao. Why, Peng San didn't dare to come out by himself, why is he the boss? Feelings, this is to want you to take the lead?

Officer Chen. I don't understand what you mean. Everyone in Hong Kong knows that we, Yunji, don't do illegal things. We, Mr. Peng, are also a famous philanthropist and aspiring young man. What do you mean by being a big boss? Want to go to us Put a blame on your head?

Hey, Baimao. You don't think that you are a successful person if you wear a suit, right? I received news that you, Yunji, are using fruits as a cover to smuggle and sell drugs. If you block my way now, you are hindering my execution. On official business, I have the right to arrest you.

smuggling!

Drug trafficking!

The two trumped-up charges gave Bai Mao the urge to kill someone.

As the number two person in Yunji under Peng San, he knew very well that there was no drug smuggling in Yunji, and anyone who dared to sell ecstasy in Yunji's territory would be served by the family law.

In the past two years alone, because of drug trafficking and prostitution, at least sixteen elders have been executed by the family law. Who would dare to give up their lives for that little money.

But now, the police came to the door openly, wanting to search Yunji for the reason of smuggling and drug trafficking, a fool would understand what they were doing.

This is framing and framing.

If it was really drug trafficking, then Cha would go to the entertainment hall managed by Yunji to investigate, and only came here if he was mentally ill.

Such a big fanfare to mobilize hundreds of policemen to come to the fruit stall, it is clear that they are looking for trouble, if they go in and search, they will definitely find everything.

Seeing Chen Jiaying's unscrupulous appearance, Bai Mao's eyes narrowed severely.

If we kill this guy now, won't we save a lot of trouble?

Bai Mao, let's open the door for business. What are you doing in the way? Mr. Chen wants to talk business with me, so let him in.

Peng San's voice suddenly came down from the second floor, Chen Jiaying glanced at Bai Mao sarcastically, feeling a little regretful.

If Bai Mao dared to do something just now, it would have saved a lot of effort, what a pity! This Peng San was able to integrate eighteen large and small associations into a monolithic one in two years.

Wooden thresholds, wooden buildings, wooden doors and windows, and wooden stairs.

Stepping on the stairs made of pear wood, Chen Jiaying walked up to the second floor of Yunji step by step with her hands behind her back.

The hall on the second floor of more than 200 square meters was transformed into a tea restaurant at some point. Peng San, dressed in practice clothes, was sitting on a huanghuali chair on the side of the living room, playing with the purple sand pot in his hand. His face was calm, his eyes were calm, and he couldn't see any restlessness or anger in his expression, as if he didn't know that the downstairs was surrounded by the Hong Kong Royal Police, and he didn't seem to hear the hustle and bustle downstairs.

This made Chen Jiaying very upset.

Since ancient times, the poor do not fight with the rich, and the rich do not fight with the officials. No matter how many titles Peng San has on his head, he is just a bastard. He is a dignified senior superintendent of the Operations Department, and Peng San does not even look at him. he.

However, Chen Jiaying is a senior police superintendent after all, so he still has the bearing he should have. After all, he is in need of others this trip.

Walking up to Peng San step by step, Chen Jiaying calmly took a breath, and showed a polite smile towards Peng San.

Mr. Peng. It's so elegant. As soon as you enter the door, you can smell the fragrance of your tea.

Peng San slightly raised his head, a smile appeared on his face just right, and his white teeth gleamed under his slightly dark complexion.

Chen sir. You came to see me Peng San with such great fanfare, you definitely didn't want to drink tea.

For no reason, Chen Jiaying's heart skipped a beat. The grinning Peng San's black eyes looked like the pupils of a beast.

In a blink of an eye, Chen Jiaying felt that her thoughts were a bit ridiculous. After all, this is the territory of the UK. How arrogant Lai Hao was back then, half of the detectives in the police station had to ask him to call him Brother Hao, but he still had to go to jail.

If Peng San doesn't know how to praise, then send him to prison to enjoy his life.

Thinking of being a royal policeman and having the British as his backing, Chen Jiaying suddenly became courageous and burst out laughing loudly.

Mr. Peng is quick to talk, so Chen won't go around in circles. There are many businesses at the 18th stall of Yunji, but recently the tax bureau has complained that you haven't paid taxes for a year in a row. Come up and ask.

Tax!

Peng San couldn't help laughing. Before Chen Jiaying came up, he was wondering what this guy wanted to do by bringing hundreds of people here with great fanfare, but he really didn't expect that it was for taxes.

Tax, what a tax!

Peng San smiled slightly, picked up the purple sand pot and refilled a cup of tea for himself, and began to taste it slowly.

One minute.

two minutes.

three minutes.

Five minutes passed, Chen Jiaying's face turned cold, he couldn't believe that Peng San didn't understand what he meant, but Peng San actually regarded him as air.

It is tolerable or unbearable.

Mr. Peng, paying taxes is the obligation of every Hong Kong resident and company. If you continue to default, I have the right to arrest you according to Hong Kong law.

Chen sir, I'm really sorry that you didn't leave. I'll pretend you're gone.

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Being treated as air, Chen Jiaying's face turned livid and wanted to scold her.

But Peng San didn't give him this chance, he raised his head and shouted not far away.

Amei, come here. Sir Chen came here to urge the tax payment instead of the tax department, but I don't remember you saying that we have filed all the taxes?

Ah Mui had no idea what this so-called tax was, and there was a look of panic and nervousness on her face.

Mr. Peng. I really reported it. This is our tax bill. This month, Yunji Fruit Store paid 800,000 Hong Kong dollars in taxes, and Yunji Entertainment head office paid 1.2 million Hong Kong dollars in taxes. tax.

Yunji Security Company paid a tax of 300,000 Hong Kong dollars.

Here's the bill!