I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 145 Zhang Sheng Sends You a Wreath

Late at night, two o'clock.

New Territories, at the bottom of Taijiao Mountain.

Seven police cars, three ambulances, lights flickering, dozens of police officers, medical personnel, carrying stretchers, cordoned off, gathered at the busy survey site at the bottom of the mountain to rescue the wounded.

Eight in the morning.

Zhang Guobin just woke up in the apartment, wearing a black nightgown, walked into the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror with a toothbrush in his mouth.

Zhu Baoyi was wearing a milk tea-colored silk dress, with sleepy eyes, got up and opened the closet, took out a whole suit, took off the hanger, and laid it flat on the bed.

Zhang Guobin washed up, went back to the bedroom, put on his suit and tie.

"Bingo!"

As soon as he walked out of the door of the room, he saw Li Chenghao standing outside the door with a solemn expression and shouted.

"White paper fan, what's the matter squatting at the door early in the morning?" Zhang Guobin glanced at him with a smile, raised his hand to tidy up the cuffs of his suit, slightly covered his watch, pulled his collar, and walked downstairs.

"Let's have breakfast together."

"Yes, Brother Bin." Li Chenghao agreed aloud.

Immediately, Zhang Guobin took Li Chenghao downstairs and sat at the dining table in the hall on the first floor.

The landlady brought two breakfasts, put them on the table, and said with a smile, "Zhang Sheng, Li Sheng, good morning."

"Landlady, good morning." Zhang Guobin greeted with a smile, took out a bowl of seafood porridge, picked up chopsticks, and served it with side dishes.

The wife bowed slightly, and went back to the kitchen. All the artists in the apartment hadn't woken up yet, and breakfast still needed to be prepared.

Li Chenghao was eating seafood porridge, and said: "Bing Ge, the anti-drug team checked the trucks in Yihai Zhonggang last night, all [-] trucks were stolen, and more than [-] drivers were sent to the police headquarters."

"Ok?"

"It's such a big deal?" Zhang Guobin frowned slightly, stopped his chopsticks, and said displeasedly: "The people in the anti-drug team stepped over the line!"

"Yes, Brother Bin." Li Chenghao looked at the boss's expression, but his tone was not as aggressive as in the past, he would kill people at every turn, but asked tentatively: "What should we do now?"

"Deal with it?" Zhang Guobin sneered, showing displeasure: "It's just some private-label foreign wine, do you need me to handle it personally?"

"You send someone to release the driver and the truck on bail first, and then take the folder to the tax office to make up the amount. Make up the [-] drinks at one time, and stop the tax office first."

Zhang Guobin picked up another small dish with chopsticks, with a relaxed and freehand attitude.

Indeed, the inspection of private label foreign wine was just a trivial matter to his overall business.

First of all, in order to ensure tax revenue, the tax office has always adhered to the principle of "make up the amount and you are not guilty", which is the international practice of "pursuing payment, fines, and paying off debts".

After all, the government, like associations, cannot guarantee that every enterprise and every company pays taxes honestly.

For the government, a large enterprise is the mouthpiece of the government.

If you beat him to death with a stick, you will only lose money. It is better to leave a hole and return the tax.

Zhang Guobin makes up for the amount of drinks for a month, which means, at most, the drink business is worthless for a month. First, he will not lose money, and second, he will not be punished. He will continue to work in the next month.
If the tax office checks every month, it doesn't matter, the wine business is a big deal, so let's set up a table to apologize to Boss Shen.

Secondly, the wine business is the "icing on the cake". With the convenience of the logistics business, we can gain added value. In essence, the logistics business is where the real money is made. It is reasonable and reasonable to abandon "drinks" and keep "logistics".

In the end, the liquor business involves the interests of the customs, Shen Xin, and Shenghe.

Zhang Guobin can easily deal with the anti-drug team without doing anything.

The authority of the anti-drug team is very high, there is no doubt about it, but after all, a department has only the power of one department, and it does things beyond the scope of its authority?
Too many people can crush him to death!

This world has rules!
Zhang Guobin didn't need to worry at all, he continued to drink porridge, and said with a smile: "In addition, you send two boxes of cigarettes to the customs office, and let the people in the customs office do things."

"This is the scope of the Customs Administration's authority. If they want to continue to search for water, they must protect their jobs and not tolerate the intervention of the anti-drug team."

"Let the customs department take the lead of the anti-drug team out of their police uniforms first, and then, let's see who dares to check the goods in Yihai Zhonggang!"

This is the way Mr. Zhang does things.

"Understood, Brother Bin." Li Chenghao agreed, his tone paused, but he said: "However, the police uniforms of the anti-drug team don't need to be removed."

"These people are all dressed in mourning and ready to be buried."

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Guobin stared, raised his eyebrows, and said in disbelief, "Which one is going to be buried?"

"Last night, the thirteen anti-drug team police officers and one inspector who led the team were knocked down by a truck on the Dajiao Mountain. Not one of them was left with the car and people. The police force was blown up."

Li Chenghao considered his tone, and said, "A case team in the anti-drug team, all returned to their hometowns and reincarnated."

Zhang Guobin couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive.

This is the struggle between the association and the police. Usually you come and go, intrigues, once the core interests are involved.

Is it immortal?
Zhang Guobin has always been in business, and with the standards of an entrepreneur, he guards the bottom line and paves the way for the future.

The person who did this matter was someone else, the one whose core interests were involved and who might be driven to a dead end because of this incident.

This person is definitely not Zhang Guobin.

A Bin was silent for a while, with an answer in his mind, he put down his chopsticks and said, "Send me a few wreaths to the anti-drug team, to express your heart and comfort the spirit of heaven."

"Understood, boss."

DreamWorks, the ground floor of the artist apartment.

As soon as Zhang Guobin and Li Chenghao walked out of the gate, the doors of the two Crown cars were pushed open. Huang Zhiming stepped forward with seven police officers, raised their IDs and said, "Mr. Zhang, please stay."

"Morning, Sir Huang." Zhang Guobin smiled and greeted him indifferently after taking some time off.

Huang Zhiming nodded, put the ID back into his clothes, and said, "Good morning, Mr. Zhang."

"Did you sleep well last night?" Huang Zhiming's mouth was dry and he couldn't smile, but Zhang Guobin replied calmly: "I slept well, how is it, Sir Huang, did you not sleep well last night?"

"I slept well, but some guys couldn't wake up last night." Huang Zhiming said in a deep voice, "Mr. Zhang, will you accompany me back to the General Administration?"

"I can do it alone?" Zhang Guobin was very calm, and looked back at Ahao: "My brother still has to do things. There are a lot of things in the company. If they don't handle them well in a day, the staff will be hungry all day."

"Okay, Mr. Zhang, please." Huang Zhiming glanced at Li Chenghao, turned around and raised his hand, pointing to the car door, Zhang Guobin stepped towards the O's car, and said aloud: "Ahao, do as I said."

"Yes, Mr. Zhang." Li Chenghao replied solemnly.

Zhang Guobin got into the car, and O Ji's people were all expressionless, followed by the three cars, which disappeared at the bottom of DreamWorks in a blink of an eye.

General Administration.

O note, interrogation room.

Zhang Guobin was sitting behind the iron table, dressed in a suit, covering the paper cup with his hands, smelling the aroma of coffee in the cup, and looking around the room with his eyes.

Huang Zhiming took two steps back, leaned against the wall, examined him, and asked, "Sheng Zhang, is it the first time you came to the General Administration?"

"Is it strange to look at the surrounding environment?"

"Hehe, it's not the first time to come to the General Administration, but the first time to sit here." Zhang Guobin looked around, lowered his head and drank a cup of coffee, feeling a little sad, and whispered: "I thought, I would never Sit here."

"Zhang Guobin, when you went to the public relations department, Sir Guo regarded you as a distinguished guest, but when you go to O's office, we will always regard you as a young and Dangerous boy." Huang Zhiming bluntly said: "The police force has established various departments, and each department Its job is not to let people like you go."

"I didn't handcuff you, I already left you a portion of thin noodles." Huang Zhiming picked up a cigarette, took out a lighter, clicked it on, exhaled a puff of smoke, and asked in a soft voice: "Some things, I will not I’ve asked you, and you won’t say it, 48 hours, the buddy will send it to you on time, stay obediently, don’t disturb me any more!”

"Know what?"

Huang Zhiming stared and shouted.

"Tsk!" Zhang Guobin chuckled uninterestedly, tapped his finger on the table twice, and said, "Remember to deliver cigarettes and coffee to me on time!"

"Lucky, don't want Marlboro, I'm not used to it."

……

anti-drug group.

Zhuo Zhizhen had just returned to the office from the hospital with more than twenty fellows.

The anti-drug team suffered heavy losses this time, paying a full price of fourteen guys, but not even a gram of goods was found.

Oh shit.

Alcohol was found to be several tons!

But in addition to adding an extra account to the tax office,

He knew batches of booze were useless,
Anti-smuggling and tax recovery are not within the purview of the anti-drug team.

This time, Zhuo Zhizhen, the superintendent of the anti-drug team, the senior superintendent, and a large number of related personnel may all be held accountable by the deputy director of operations, and many of them will have to go to the interrogation team.

The death of a police officer in the anti-drug team,

It will be handed over to the Criminal Crime Unit for follow-up.

Zhuo Zhi really couldn't figure it out, he obviously didn't find anything but a few tons of smuggled alcohol, why would he make such a big deal.

So many lives!
Is it...

Could it be that Prince Bin's tiger beard is really unattractive, the other party has already reached this point of arrogance.

Death if you touch it?

Zhuo Zhizhen suppressed the doubts in his heart, returned to the office, took out two stacks of banknotes from the drawer, walked out to the office area, and put them on the desk of a madam: "I personally offer [-] yuan, which is not too much. I will give it to Ah Lian, Xizai, Uncle Wang's family, fourteen brothers, all of them have a bright future, the family needs to support them, and their deaths cannot be in vain."

"Zhuo sir, I offer two thousand."

"I don't have much money, I'll pay eight hundred..."

In the anti-drug team, the remaining [-]-odd guys were all willing to pay a share of the money when they reported their numbers.

This amount of money is not too much, combined, and distributed to fourteen people, it is actually just a wish. In comparison, the pension allowance of the police department is more real, it is paid every year, and it increases every year, but people , can not be fickle.

"Zhuo sir!" At this moment, a police officer walked into the door and shouted: "Someone from Heyihai sent a wreath to our anti-drug team!"

(End of this chapter)