I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 133 Gunshots
"No. [-] scholar." Wu Zhaonan stood in the villa room, looking out the window, and asked in a deep voice, "How is the factory business recently?"

"Brother Jiaqian, don't worry, the factory is very hot." The champion stood in front of the sink in the bathroom, glanced at the mirror, held a big phone, turned off the faucet, shook his hand, took out a piece of toilet paper and said: "Thank you For the money that Brother Jiaqian gave you, if there is any business that Number Gang doesn’t want to do in the future, you can throw it all to me.”

"Restrain your hands recently, don't ship too much, the anti-drug team is after us." Wu Zhaonan's figure was hidden behind the curtain, looking at a bush in the distance with piercing eyes.

"I know, I will keep a low profile." The champion wiped his hands with a paper towel, wiped his face by the way, looked at his cheek in the mirror, and said casually, of course, it is necessary to be vigilant, but it is impossible to completely stop .

The dogs in the anti-drug team are biting people every day. If you are afraid of dogs, what business do you come out for?
"Well, the people below watch carefully and be careful of needles." After Wu Zhaonan finished speaking, he hung up the phone, raised his hand to draw the curtains tightly, and turned back to lie down on the big bed.

The champion put down the phone, stood his eldest brother beside the counter, took out a small makeup box, gently took out the foundation, and touched up his face.

Outside the bathroom, the bar's explosive music roared.

A customer in a suit walked out of the bathroom and stood next to the champion to wash his hands. While washing his hands, he glanced sideways at the champion and turned to leave.

The number one scholar "pata" closed the cosmetic box, turned his head with gloomy eyes, and said to a boy behind him: "That person just had a problem, let someone take him to the back alley to ask."

The person who sells ice fans always feels that someone is trying to harm him, and he is so nervous that he is nervous. The champion did not have such a personality before, but since he opened the ice factory, he has become more and more suspicious.

Outside the villa, in a forest.

Wen Qiren sat in the car, put down his earphones, and said slowly, "Change the target! Shenghe Qixing, champion!"

"Yes, sir." Several police officers responded solemnly.

He didn't expect the call from the big brother to be so useful, and when he answered it in the first day of junior high school, he broke the news. Could it be that the big brother played tricks on Wu Zhaonan in advance?

The champion is one of the seven stars of Shenghe. He is in charge of nightclubs, bars and other businesses in Tsim Sha Tsui. The most profitable business is smuggling/selling fake wine. Not to mention Tsim Sha Tsui, almost half of the drinks in nightclubs in Hong Kong are in The number one scholar buys goods.

There are two types of counterfeit wine, one is imported smuggled wine/foreign wine, which is transported into the port container by container, and then labeled as a big brand and sent to nightclubs for sale, and the other is self-produced low-quality alcohol. Several factories were open throughout the day.

However, since nightclub sales pay taxes to the Xiangjiang government, and can solve the employment problem, the Commercial Crime Division is currently turning a blind eye to the champion, and it can even be described as a good relationship.

Now that the number one scholar has developed an ice-making business, it seems that he intends to monopolize the two most profitable businesses of Xiangjiang Nightclub through "ice wine".

The ambition of the champion is not small.

Wen Qiren left a monitoring team to continue to follow up on Wu Zhaonan's line, and then led the team to follow Shenghe champion.

Wen Qiren led the team members to squat next to the champion every day for seven days in a row, and gradually found out some clues, and had locked down several possible factory locations.

The number one scholar is indeed very careful in doing things, but he promised to be low-key, but it is just to divide the goods into a few more horses, and the shipment volume and the number of shipments have not decreased.

In the world, there has never been an impenetrable wall. Once a corner is torn off, the exposed area will become larger and larger.

After Wen Qiren got the factory information, he temporarily suppressed it and did not submit it to the anti-drug team. That night, while eating, he called Zhang Guobin first: "Boss, I'm full recently."

He was standing alone in the dining car by the side of the road, eating a piece of car noodles, and talking with his eldest brother between them.

"If you can eat enough, eat it. If you can't eat enough, go home and drink good soup." When Zhang Guobin received the call, he knew that there was a clue to the case.

Wen Qiren is indeed very capable in his work. With a single phone number, he can find many people in just a short time.

"The No. [-] scholar has been relatively active recently, and his business is very big. Do you want me to contact you?" Wen Qiren lowered his head and raised his face, and the corners of his eyes glanced at the figures on the side of the road, one after another, they walked by along the way.

"Okay, let's hang out with the champion, and we can have some soup at least..." Zhang Guobin sat in the office, flicking the ash, which fell into the glass post.

"I see, boss, I'll go back to the room to chat with you when I'm free." Wen Qiren hung up the phone with a "click", finished a bowl of noodles in a few gulps, raised his hand to output a plate of banknotes, and handed it to the owner of the dining car: "Thank you so much."

He picked up a large bag of car noodles packed next to the dining car, looked at at least seven or eight copies, turned around and found a car along the street, opened the door and got in the car, and handed the car noodles to the guys for dinner.

"Thank you Sir Wen, thank you Sir Wen." The guys in the car were a little hungry, took apart the chopsticks, picked up the noodles, and worked hard.

Wen Qiren took out his phone and dialed the number of the anti-drug team: "Sir Zhuo, this is Wen Qiren."

"Sir Wen, do you have any news?" Zhuo Zhi really met an informant in a housing estate in the New Territories. Wen Qiren said seriously: "The target has been locked, and there are several factory locations. You need people from the anti-drug team to step up."

"Huh?" Zhuo Zhizhen's eyes lit up, and with one hand in his suit, he said happily, "Say, I'll send someone to take charge immediately!"

The information department must be fast!

"New Territories, Tuen Mun, inside a fake winery." Wen Qiren sat in the co-pilot, with a cigarette between his arms, his arm hanging out of the window, and said aloud: "The target person is Shenghe champion."

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office.

Zhang Guobin put down the phone, then pondered: "The answer is Shenghe Qixing?"

Wu Zhaonan, the leader of the number gang, wants to make ice. The most likely thing is to hand it over to the people of the number gang. Of course, it’s not impossible to hand it over to outsiders. As long as the income is divided into the accounts of the society, in fact, who does the underworld business cooperate with and how to do it , are not critical.

It is a common operation for some gangs to hand over businesses that cannot be eaten by other gangs.

It is impossible for the Number Gang not to take over the ice factory, so the reason why Wu Zhaonan gave it to Shenghe Zhuangyuan, first, may be that Shenghe Zhuangyuan gave a higher share of the account, and second, no one in the Number Gang wanted to take over the ice business.

"Although ice making is really profitable, the number helps a lot of money. If you are a real red stick, unless you are a bad boy like Lai Pihou, few people will take the risk to touch ice."

The fans of ice peddlers in Jianghu are basically a group of people. Other Jianghu big bottoms, if they can avoid it, they will not touch it, and even fear it like a tiger.

"If the big bottoms of the number gang see the lessons learned from the past and dare not accept the ice factory, it is normal for Wu Zhaonan to find outsiders to form a joint venture."

"He is the leader of the club, so there is no need to hide the club's accounts, he himself takes the biggest share."

"Just look at the news from the anti-drug team when the time comes to find out what's going on."

Zhang Guobin looked down at the shooting report of Project A, tapped his fingers on the table, and shook his head regretfully: "Brother Wu!"

"Don't let me down."

"I really don't want to lose another friend."

The shooting progress of Project A was faster than expected. Among them, the "Raptors stunt team" worked hard. In order to ensure the quality of the shooting, Luo Lixian played in person many times. In one scene, two ribs were broken.

Around November, the filming of "Project A" will end, and after a while of editing and publicity, the masterpiece of the New Year file has been finalized.

During the filming, an interesting incident happened. Mr. "Cheng Long", who claims to never use a stand-in, broke his bone during the shooting of the classic scene "jumping off a building". The insurance company was so scared that he raised the contract fee overnight. Choose to use a stand-in, but Luo Lixian's stunt team, speeding cars, explosions are OK, and martial arts moves are a shortcoming.

After falling and injuring two team members, he had no choice but to report to Mr. Zhang. Zhang Guobin sent "Big Tou Kun" in the hall to help him jump. The perfect classic lens.

However, "Cheng Long" only used half of this shot. In the end, he used the injury scene of jumping and falling as a landing scene, and the far and near mirrors were switched to present as a complete action.

People in martial arts, there are quite a few people who are embroidered with fists and embroidered legs, but not many who dare to fight, Cheng Long and Hong Jingbao are counted, but people in the world dare to die!

Two weeks later.

night.

New Territories, fake wine factory.

More than a dozen police cars turned off their sirens and lights, and smeared arrived at the factory gate.

"quick!"

"quick!"

"quick!"

Teams of anti-drug police officers with live ammunition, bulletproof vests, helmets, and hunting dogs moved neatly and quickly got out of the car. Well-trained groups assembled, concentrated, and held weapons to surround the entire winery.

"Group A has reached the offensive position!"

"Group B reaches the offensive position!"

"Group C, Group D arrived at the position..." A police officer, the inspector, held his breath, and reported in a low voice into the headset.

Zhuo Zhizhen, Guan Zhilian and the others had already changed out of their suits, covered them with equipment, and led a group of people half against the wall, squatting at the entrance of the fake winery.

During the [-]-day follow-up and investigation, the Commercial Intelligence Division thoroughly locked down the address of the factory, and the anti-drug team dispatched informants to find someone to pretend to be a big customer from the mainland, and requested to visit the factory and conduct on-site transactions.

After some frightening operations, Shenghe Zhuangyuan finally agreed to bring "big customers" to visit the factory.

"Crack, click" Wen Qiren sat in the car with the guys from the intelligence department, pulled up the gun and turned off the safety.Tonight, the intelligence department is responsible for guarding the three exits of the factory to prevent criminals from escaping during the chaos.

"Action!" Zhuo Zhizhen gave an order, and the order echoed in the channel, and all team members and team leaders received the order.

"Crack!" Two police officers immediately stepped forward with pressure pliers, and cut hard at the thick and round iron chain lock of the factory, and the iron chain lock "bang" fell to the ground.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The teams broke open the doors and windows, threw gas into them, and rushed into the factory. Outside the factory were normal canned wine machines, and there were some scattered gunmen patrolling. When the police entered, poof, poof , The silenced pistol immediately killed several people, but some gunmen still drew their weapons and resisted: "Bang! Bang!"

Loud gunfire echoed through the factory.

(End of this chapter)