I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 190
Zhang Guobin stuffed the cigar into his mouth and took five counterfeit banknotes from Dongguan Miao. Immediately, jingle, Dongguan Miao turned on the lighter. He stretched out the counterfeit banknotes and lit the cigarette with US dollars. The thick smoke wafted into the hall , with a unique burnt aroma of ink.

The smoke from burning acid-free paper is white, which is different from the blackness of paper burning. Dongguan Miao can still be found in stock on Asen, which shows that Asen must still have stock.

These people have been wandering abroad for many years, no one is watching them, and they do not falsify their accounts, but they have many ways to make money. Now they must clean up and rectify, otherwise they will definitely cause big trouble.

Fortunately, the urgent matter of closing the business, if a year and a half later, the Interpol would chase him to Yau Ma Tei and open fire!

"call."

Zhang Guobin exhaled a puff of smoke, holding the dollar bill quietly, and when the dollar bill was swept halfway, he let go and scattered the dollar bill.

The US dollars that landed quickly curled up into a ball of ashes, and Asen knelt on the ground, his face was ashes.

"It feels really good to light a cigarette with US dollars." Zhang Guobin puffed out the white smoke leisurely, and couldn't help sighing: "However, it's still not fun for me to light cigarettes with counterfeit banknotes. It's better to use real banknotes next time."

Jiaqiang, Asen, and Xiaoya don't know if they have used this trick abroad, but when they are playing for money, no one will kneel and kowtow beside them.

Tian Jiaqiang took the initiative to intercede for Asen, gritted his teeth, stepped forward to pick up the cigar cutter on the table, put the cigar cutter into his thumb decisively, clicked, and directly pressed down on the cigar cutter, the sharp cigar cut off his thumb, and his finger fell to the ground.

Tian Jiaqiang yanked his cheeks, quickly threw away the eggplant scissors, his palm missed his thumb, his face was pale, and he tremblingly said: "Bing Ge, I'm sorry, I didn't manage my subordinates well, can you save A Sen's life this time?" , Asen has also contributed a lot to the company."

Asen is an expert in charge of the company's ink blending. He is responsible for the blending of A-grade inks. He has been obsessed with oil painting since he was a child. In order to take pictures of his favorite oil paintings, he had to use the US dollars produced by the company.

Oil paintings by famous artists all over the world have always been highly sought after by capital. Even though Asen earns a lot of money abroad, with tens of millions of Hong Kong papers entering the account every year, he still cannot cover the expenses for the auction.

Zhang Guobin had long thought that there might be problems with several people, and the details of several people were very clear.

Seeing Tian Jiaqiang's gesture of pleading guilty, he immediately became angry and shouted: "Didn't the company give him money!!!"

"I still can't do without him!!!"

"Fair is public, wrong is wrong, don't plead with me, if intercession is useful, you go to the police and judge to see if they will let you go!"

Tian Jiaqiang lowered his head, two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

"Assen!"

"What's wrong with you, you want to make the company's goods..."

"Brother Qiang..."

"You know mine"

Asen knelt and grabbed Tian Jiaqiang's trouser legs: "You have to protect me, Brother Qiang!"

Perhaps he knew that begging Zhang Guobin was useless, so he pinned his hopes on Brother Qiang.

Brother Qiang cut off a finger, but it was only in vain.

Zhang Guobin sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, folded his arms, and shook the cigarette ash lightly.

"Aqiang, the counterfeit banknote factory will be closed for a long time. You and Xiaoya will stay in Xiangjiang for the time being. If you want to do some work, tell me that I will support you with money. As for the counterfeit banknote factory, I will follow you in the future. It's irrelevant."

"As for A Sen, you follow the rules." Zhang Guobin opened his mouth and finally spit out a sentence: "I don't want to see him again."

To be honest, it has been a long time since he was as angry as he is today. He was beaten by the police, looked down upon by the tycoon, and made things difficult by other big bottoms. He has to settle many conflicts inside and outside the court.

He feels that it is the responsibility that should be shouldered, the evil consequences that should be borne, at least, enjoying the status and money, and always bearing the pressure.

Even if this pressure becomes heavier as the status becomes higher, even if it is washed away, there is not much burden to get rid of.

But after all, it is worthy of morality!
But Zhang Guobin couldn't bear to get out of the house and be messed with by his own people. If you were a fucking policeman, I would respect you for your dedication, give you a lot of money, and then send you back to the police force!

But you are really mine!
Tian Jiaqiang lowered his head and remained silent for a moment, then replied aloud, "I see, Brother Bin."

"En." Zhang Guobin waved the cigar in his hand, and someone immediately stepped forward to drag Asen away. Tian Jiaqiang heard Asen's wailing as he walked away, closed his eyes, and said aloud: "I want to open a gallery in Xiangjiang. Hold art exhibitions, buy and sell art for life.”

"No problem, I will satisfy you." Zhang Guobin replied very simply.

Ever since the Interpol began to focus on the Singapore company, the financial resources of the counterfeit banknote factory have been cut off. Zhang Guobin is not the kind of Tang Tingwei who ostentatiously engages in black factories. There are many more, arranged in order, first keep the white, and then talk about the black, absolutely right.

This kind of financial source that is not strictly regulated overseas is the first one in his heart that should be abandoned, and he should throw it away early if he has a way.

If you want to be as self-sufficient as before, and pay a sum of money back regularly, you can also operate it independently abroad and use it as a timed cash machine.

But don't talk about withdrawing money now, every trouble comes in the morning, and the factory will definitely be closed, but the complete closure of the factory will definitely affect the interests of Tian Jiaqiang, Asen, Xiaoya and others.

The result of just being arbitrary is to spend a lot of money to settle the brothers, but now it is easy to settle Tian Jiaqiang and the others with a single sentence.

"Thank you boss."

Tian Jiaqiang leaned over and said.

Zhang Guobin waved his hand: "Hurry up to the hospital and get your thumb back. You can finish the trick of cutting your fingers with me. If you have something to say, you won't talk about it? Do you think I'll surprise you by cutting off a finger?"

"Blood is all over the floor, and I have to ask my aunt to mop the floor."

Tian Jiaqiang showed a hint of shame on his face, and quickly put his thumb in a bag. Dongguan Miao also brought him ice cubes, and they drove to the hospital overnight.

Tsim Sha Tsui.

A bay.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

under night.

A figure in a black suit held a black star at an angle, and fired a few shots neatly.

A kneeling figure faces the sea,
Fell to the ground.

The gunman in the suit took the cigarette out of his mouth and exhaled a long puff of smoke.

Haitao covered up the gunshots.

A few frightened seagulls fluttered their wings and flew away.

The gunman flicked the cigarette butts away.

A few busy younger brothers threw a person into the sea with their hands.

The gunman in a suit walked to a car, opened the door, sat in, turned on the evening radio, and a familiar song echoed from the car radio.

"Laughing softly... sending me warmth... whispering softly, the long road is about to pass..."

"Holding you, the original warmth reappears: in my heart, the childish dreams of childhood are not polluted: today I try to stand side by side with you again: the love of the past is now fresh..."

In the past two days, Huang Zhiming, Wen Qiren and others have been busy chasing down the auction house's consignor. An important clue that suddenly appeared will undoubtedly become a new breakthrough for the police. However, no matter how much manpower and material resources are mobilized, within two days Nothing was found. The shipper seemed to come to Xiangjiang out of thin air and disappeared out of thin air. Even the most basic entry and exit records could not be found. It is even more true that there may be an invisible line behind this person.

Just as Huang Zhiming was working overtime and staying up all night, planning to continue digging, he received news from the crime team that an unidentified male body appeared on the beach in Tsim Sha Tsui. It looked very similar to the suspected target that O's was chasing.

Wen Qiren drove to the beach, held up his ID card, and entered the scene. He swept his eyes and saw that the bearded Huang Zhiming was already squatting on the ground with a cigarette in his mouth, with a gloomy expression.

"Yellow sir."

"Sir Wen."

Wen Qiren quickly entered the scene, leaving only a human-shaped mark circle at the scene. Obviously, the body has been taken away by the serious crime team, and the identity of the body has been confirmed.

Wen Qiren had a bad expression on his face, he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Do not be discouraged."

Huang Zhiming stood up slowly, and comforted him aloud: "As long as criminals still want to make black money, as long as they firmly believe that black hands can solve everything, then they will get closer and closer to my gun. The closer..."

"Yellow sir."

"you."

Wen Qiren's expression was astonished.

Huang Zhiming said with a smile: "I'm not afraid of young and Dangerous boys who commit crimes and kill others. I'm just afraid of high-sounding villains who become more and more righteous."

"To be honest, I was very afraid of Prince Bin before, but now, I'm not so afraid of him."

Huang Zhiming may have found a reason for himself, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled.

"Huang sir, if you really think that the boss has not changed, then you are wrong." Wen Qiren's eyes swept across Huang Zhiming's eyes for an instant, and the bottom of his heart echoed silently.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his suit pocket, took out one and handed it to Huang Zhiming.

Huang Zhiming took the cigarette.

The two were blowing the wind by the sea, smoking a cigarette, and looked at each other for a moment. Wen Qiren stepped forward and put his arm around his shoulders, and said, "Sir Huang, you are a good policeman."

"You too." Huang Zhiming nodded, his tone was relaxed, but he gave a lot of recognition: "It's been a hard time."

"Massage together when you are free."

"Okay, this Sunday?" Wen Qiren took the initiative to make an appointment, and Huang Zhiming immediately agreed: "OK, Zhou Tian called two guys together, I can't afford to hire more, you know my situation, I'm lonely , but you have to raise several mouths."

"Got it." Wen Qiren was really looking forward to going to the horse stables with Huang sir on the weekend. Bah, it's not a horse stable, it's a massage. Even if you accidentally find a stable, it's a temporary inspection, but on Sunday Wen Qiren received a temporary report Before leaving get off work, he hurried to the International Intelligence Department, pushed open the door of the Interpol Department, went straight to Ouyang Wei, and said quickly: "Sir Ouyang, at seven o'clock in the evening, there may be a large-scale counterfeit banknote transaction in Kwun Tong, Kowloon, arrange it immediately Go there manually."

Ouyang Weidu had already tidied up his desk, held the car keys in his hands, and planned to go home from work to spend time with his wife and children. Hearing the report from Wen Qiren, he immediately walked out of the office area and shouted to the guys who were about to leave work: "Work overtime tonight! Don't bother!" Walk!"

(End of this chapter)