I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 135
As soon as the elevator door opened, Guo Weiming, wearing a uniform, raised his right hand and enthusiastically stepped forward, and then appeared in the corridor: "Mr. Zhang, welcome."

"It's been a long time since I visited the police station."

Zhang Guobin took Da Bohao and Dongguan Miao out of the elevator. A red stick, a white paper fan, and straw sandals gathered at the General Administration.

I saw that Zhang Guobin stepped forward to hold Guo Weiming's hand, gave him a light hug, and said with a smile: "I miss the coffee at the police station so much."

"Come here if you want to drink, you're welcome." Guo Weiming said with a smile.

"Hehe." Zhang Guobin smiled: "That's why I'm here."

"Inside, please." Guo Weiming stretched out his hand and pointed to the reception room. Zhang Guobin nodded, and the group went straight to the reception room. When Zhang Guobin sat down on the sofa seat, a pretty young and beautiful policewoman from the public relations department, Holding two cups of coffee, he bent down and bent his legs, and brought the coffee to Zhang Guobin: "Mr. Zhang, coffee."

"Thank you, madam." Zhang Guobin smiled lightly, his eyes were on the verge of closing, and he didn't scan madam.

He recognized the madam as the host of The Alert.

Madam smiled politely, revealing two dimples, then handed the coffee to Guo Weiming, then got up and left, leaning slightly when closing the door, passing by Li Chenghao and Miao Yishun who were guarding the door.

Guo Weiming sat on the host seat and asked, "Mr. Zhang, how is the coffee at the police station?"

Zhang Guobin took a sip of coffee and said with a smile: "The taste has never changed, it is especially memorable and I miss it from time to time."

"By the way, Guo sir, I heard from you last time that the police force will have a facelift this year, and the funds will be stretched." Zhang Guobin put down his mug and asked with a smile.

"Yes, the police force needs to change into a batch of weapons and uniforms." Guo Weiming sighed, showing bitterness and hatred. The most important mission of the public relations department is to establish the image of the police force and deal with public relations crises. It is to raise funds and make money.

Of course, the police force, as a violent organization, has never been short of money, and the Governor of Hong Kong has all the money for changing weapons and uniforms. However, the police force guys want benefits and treatment!

All kinds of expenses are spent, and there is not much money on the books.

The corner of Zhang Guobin's mouth curled up into a slight smile, and he said wittily: "This year, China-Hong Kong Logistics has recently achieved good results. In order to give back to the society, I plan to donate [-] yuan to the Xiangjiang Police Force for police allowance expenses."

China-Hong Kong Logistics needs to establish a good relationship with both China and Hong Kong. Not to mention the logistics license in the Mainland. If the police stop cars at Xiangjiang Port every day, life will be difficult for logistics companies. Of course, Yihai China-Hong Kong does not smuggle or smuggle people , Not afraid to go out and search.

In theory, there is no need to donate money to the police force at all.

[-] is not a small amount, it can't go to Dreamworks, clothing store, and sneaker shop. It has to go to Zhonggang Yihai, so grandpa and uncle can also pay some.

"Mr. Zhang is so generous?" Guo Weiming did not immediately agree, but kept smiling, clutching his coffee cup, and said after deliberation: "I wonder if Mr. Zhang has encountered any difficulties in business recently."

"If it is a regular business, there is a place where the public relations department can coordinate, and the public relations department will make some efforts."

"Guo sir is joking, serious businessman, there is no need to trouble Sir." Zhang Guobin hypocritically declined, and then changed the subject: "It's just..."

"It's just that my friend's winery was closed down by the police."

"Of course, counterfeiting wine is an illegal business. Please rest assured, Mr. Guo, I have absolutely nothing to do with counterfeiting wine." Zhang Guobin said righteously: "I just want to buy back the winery for my friend and do some decent wine making business. .”

"The brewery in the ice kitchen?" Guo Weiming frowned, took a sip of coffee, and glanced at Zhang Guobin: "Mr. Zhang, you have many friends."

"I like to make friends... Sir Guo knows that I am generous, and generous people have many friends, right?" Zhang Guobin opened his arms, leaned on the sofa calmly, and looked directly at Guo Weiming Guo Weiming saw through Zhang Guobin's thoughts at a glance: "If Mr. Zhang just wants to sell the winery, it's not a big problem. The police force has detained the winery, and the legal person of the winery has been arrested. The court will investigate the winery. auction."

"Oh, Guo sir!"

"It's a good winery, don't give benefits to the ghosts in the court." Zhang Guobin slapped his thigh and said aloud: "Our own people, everyone is our own people!"

"Okay, I'll coordinate this matter, but the legal procedures that should be followed still have to go." Guo Weiming thought about it carefully, and opened his mouth to agree.

With his position of authority, it is not a big deal to arrange for the winery to be handled. Transferring the winery to Zhang Guobin, as long as Zhang Guobin operates legally, is a win-win project for the police force.

The counterfeit winery itself is a gray business with one eye turned and one eye closed, but once the winery becomes an ice factory, even if the chefs, raw materials, and bosses are all killed, the police will still seal the winery.

It doesn't matter if some things are not on the table, and some things are unforgivable if they are on the table!

However, the winery is a factory after all, the equipment in it is valuable, and the employees of the factory have to eat, so it is impossible to keep it barren.

"Thank you, Sir Guo!" Zhang Guobin laughed and said thanks: "I just said, why is the coffee in the police station so difficult to play? It turns out that it is not coffee, but the people in the police station that make people miss it!"

"Harmful." Guo Weiming shook his head, picked up the coffee cup, and took a sip.

"Mr. Zhang really knows how to speak."

To be honest, although he knew that Zhang Guobin was indeed a club boss, he couldn't see Zhang Guobin as a club boss at all. On the contrary, he was completely like a businessman, and he was all about making money.

When other gangsters see accidents in other clubs, their first reaction is to rob land, the second reaction is to rob business, and the third reaction is to directly rob money!

Fortunately, Zhang Guobin didn't need territory or money, he came to the police force to pick up bargains, pick and choose, and only choose legitimate businesses.

"What's the use of being able to talk? I like Guo sir who does practical things." Zhang Guobin also does practical things, that is, giving money.

The two chatted for a while, the main matter was settled, Zhang Guobin didn't stay for too long, and finally answered a phone call, then got up and left, saying goodbye to the public relations department because he had a reason to be busy.

This time Guo Weiming did not send Zhang Guobin into the elevator, and when Zhang Guobin left the PR department, he turned around and returned to the office to start dealing with matters.

Zhang Guobin took the elevator downstairs first, ordered Da Bohao and Dongguan Miao to get the car, then changed another elevator, took the elevator to the twelfth floor, and walked to the roof of the General Administration Building on the fifth floor.

Wen Qiren was wearing a military uniform, a hat, a cigarette in his hand, and a bandage on his right hand, leaning against the roof wall to blow the wind.

The strong wind blew his hair up slightly.

Zhang Guobin took a few quick steps on his leather shoes, climbed onto the rooftop, stepped forward and shouted, "Hello!"

"Zhang Sheng!" Wen Qiren raised his head and looked at him with a smile on his face.

"Sir Wen, you invited me to the roof of the General Administration in broad daylight, aren't you afraid of death?" Zhang Guobin stepped forward cursing, and couldn't help but punch him first.

Wen Qiren covered his shoulders and shouted, "What are you afraid of!"

"On the roof of the General Administration, the sweeping aunt doesn't even bother to come. I haven't seen a single person in half a month. Could it be that the Flying Tigers next door saw it?"

The sound of the wind almost overwhelmed the words of the two.

Wen Qiren smiled and said: "You dress like this, and the Flying Tigers pass by, you think you are the first brother!"

Zhang Guobin was speechless, adjusted his suit, and stood up straight: "Tell me, what's the matter with asking me to come up."

"It's okay, I'm happy, I just want to meet the boss." Wen Qiren said with his chest out.

"Damn, ask me to come up to bask in the sun." Zhang Guobin scolded angrily: "In the future, if you have nothing to do, don't bask in the sun."

"What are you afraid of? I'm not blind. I'll show you something." Wen Qiren took out a medal from his bosom, and said braggingly, "Bronze medal of bravery, how about it, mighty!"

"Tsk tsk, so majestic, Sir Wen, when will you be the first brother?" Zhang Guobin teased, Wen Qiren shrugged his shoulders: "It depends on whether the boss supports me."

"Boss support me, sooner or later I will be a big brother!"

"Haha." Zhang Guobin took out a pack of cigarettes, pulled out one, and handed it to him: "I'll go downstairs after I finish smoking this cigarette, and I won't meet you on weekdays, so as not to affect your promotion."

"Okay." Wen Qiren took the cigarette and lit it, sucked on the cigarette and said, "If there is any news in the future, you send a message, and I will do things. Everyone takes what they need, boss!"

"Are you thinking beautifully?" Zhang Guobin raised his eyebrows, but Wen Qiren said: "One must not forget one's roots, otherwise one will have no roots and live an unhappy life."

Wen Qiren has seen how the police force treats informants, so he can feel who really treats him as a brother. Perhaps, it is not customary for the police force to treat informants in a very cold and cruel way. The informant is going to die, but Wen Qiren is sure that in the face of the credit and the informant, the vast majority of police officers choose credit.

The police look down on informants who come from clubs, and he himself was admitted to the police force with the support of club bosses, so he is inevitably a bit sad. If the bosses didn't hand him his identity information, would he one day be? Died at the gunpoint of colleagues, officers, and subordinates, stripped of his honor, and became a stepping stone for another "sir"?
Wen Qiren couldn't help feeling how good the big boss treated him. In this life, only the big boss really treated him as a family member and wholeheartedly cared for him.

That being the case, if he does as he pleases, how can he cut clean with the boss for the sake of his future and life?

That's a beast!not human!

Wen Qiren has never felt that he is a hell, at this moment, he just wants to live comfortably.

Demon King Bo Xun, he is free.

If a person kills all sentient beings, he will have no shame in his heart, and he will never fall into evil.

This is, the top of the six heavens in the world of desire, the Lord of the Six Brahmas, the Great Freedom Heaven!
"Huh." Zhang Guobin squeezed the cigarette holder with his fingers, squinted his eyes, feeling something in his heart, looked at Wen Qiren in front, and said with a smile: "My brother wants to be the first brother, I will definitely stick to it!"

"Going out, you have to show loyalty..." The wind continued to blow, and the smoke surrounded his face, but it couldn't block the eyes of the two of them looking at each other.

(End of this chapter)