I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 262 Tonight, King Ming Returns

Tsim Sha Tsui.

Jue Shi Road, Ritz-Carlton Building.

Zhang Guobin was freed from Wenshan Huihai, and started to return to his job, leading Yihai Dadi to tour the venue.

"Bingo."

"This building has three hundred and sixty-nine rooms, and the monthly water pump exceeds five million." Ma Wang chattered after the boss and introduced: "The hottest seller this month is called Xiao Die, who lives in 17 on the 1708th floor."

A group of people entered the elevator.

Ma Wang pressed the 17th floor smoothly: "You go and have a look first, Brother Hao and I, Yuan Bao happened to have a supper..."

Zhang Guobin just wanted to refuse, beep beep, the phone in Da Bohao's hand rang, Ahao picked up the phone and turned to look at the sitting hall: "Brother Bin, the number assistant Wu Zhaonan wants to see you, saying that he has something important to talk to in person."

"What's the matter with Ah Wu?" Zhang Guobin tugged at the corner of his clothes, and said flatly, "Send me to meet Ah Wu first."

"Yes, boss." Ma Wang changed to the first floor with a disappointed face. The elevator opened twice and fell to the first floor. Several cars drove to the South District.

He Yihai has been in frequent contact with the number gang recently, and if he contacts a few more times, there will probably be rumors outside.

If it weren't for Ah Wu's high status, great influence, and full of cooperation space, Zhang Guobin would have been too lazy to meet Wu Zhaonan.

Southern District, Pok Fu Lam, inside a tea restaurant.

"Brother Wu, I don't have any money these days." Zhang Guobin grabbed his big brother and shouted poorly as soon as he sat down: "You know, all the money has been invested."

He hoped that the important thing for Wu Zhaonan was not to borrow money.

Wu Zhaonan proudly offered Zhang Guobin a cup of tea: "Brother Prince, you can talk to me if you don't have money. The real estate crisis has caused banks to refuse to lend. I can give you a loan."

"No need." Zhang Guobin looked down at the tea, "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Zhang introduced someone to me last time. This time I want to introduce someone to Mr. Zhang. The world is about helping each other. I hope I can help Mr. Zhang." Wu Zhaonan glanced at the door, Zhang Guobin picked up the tea, Raising the other hand and gently flicking the fingers, several bodyguards at the door exited the tea room, and the two numbered helpers pulled the iron gate of the restaurant shut.

A figure in a suit walked out of the back kitchen of the restaurant, sat beside a chair and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhang, I've heard his name for a long time."

Wu Zhaonan introduced: "This is Zhai Bingcan, senior investigation director of ICAC, and he charges me [-] yuan a month, and [-] yuan for a message."

Without hesitation, Zhang Guobin reached into the inner pocket of his suit, took out a check, and wrote the figure of [-].

"I'll pay the money, Sir Zhai, make a friend." His expression had already become serious, and he tore off the check and said to Zhai Bingcan, "This is a bearer check from the divorced account."

Zhai Bingcan took the check and smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Zhang."

This kind of offshore bearer check already belongs to very high-grade black gold.

If you put it abroad, you can't find it out.

He said in a gentle and gentle manner: "There is a black gold operation within ICAC. After investigating Yihai Group's accounts last time, it is preparing to investigate Yihai Group's money laundering chain."

"I'm not the chief officer in this operation, and I can't help much. Next time, Zhang Sheng doesn't need to give too much."

The corners of Zhang Guobin's brows raised slightly, and he replied in a calm tone: "Sir Zhai is polite, this news is very important to me."

"Brother Wu, thank you so much." He turned to look at Wu Zhaonan.

Wu Zhaonan spread his hands: "I'm also under investigation, there's nothing I can do about it, something happened between my colleagues, I should have a chance."

"it is good."

"I wish you a fortune." Zhang Guobin said briefly, then took out a box of business cards from his pocket, and said to Zhai Bingcan, "Exchange your contact information, and make more contacts when you have time."

Zhai Bingcan also took out a business card and exchanged with a smile: "Contact more."

"Let's go first, Brother Wu."

"Slow down." Wu Zhaonan sipped on the iced lemon tea, Zhang Guobin unexpectedly said before leaving: "Be careful of diarrhea."

The iron door of the tea restaurant opened.

"Bingo."

"Bingo."

A group of younger brothers are guarding the door.

Zhang Guobin patted the target boy on the shoulder: "Go back home!"

He was sitting in the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz, with his right hand resting on his chin, the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

First of all, ICAC has a long-term operation that specifically targets economic/bribery crimes, and secondly, Yihai has been targeted by ICAC.

The last time ICAC's investigation was not the end, it was just the beginning. The other party's tax inspection had little to do with taking advantage of the momentum to rebound, but a long-term action against the society. money laundering chain.

In the Eleventh Parish of Heyihai, only the Guanchong District is involved in money laundering, mainly through the use of financial investment to launder money. The means are not advanced, mainly by taking advantage of international finance.

The business volume is not large, and the hall earns less than [-] million a month.

He Yihai company's accounts are entrusted to foreign companies.

Because, the main reason is that the piping area is not strong enough to avoid accidents with the company's funds.

"The money laundering business in Guanchong District must be abandoned!" Zhang Guobin made a decision. As for why the number gang has contact with Zhai Bingcan, there is no need to delve into it, money.Wu Zhaonan gave him the line of Zhai Bingcan, and he wanted to accept Wu Zhaonan's favor. It seems that Wu Zhaonan's investment prospects in the mainland are quite promising. No eyeliner is indeed an oversight.

This time, if Wu Zhaonan didn't take the lead this time, Tangkou would not only lose a group of brothers, but the Yihai Group would also be caught in trouble. In the future, if there is a chance, they must make up.

"Old Wu is a good man." Zhang Guobin thought to himself, and held a club meeting the next day.

That night, the Police Department, General Administration Building.

A hearing room.

Huang Zhiming was wearing a black suit, with a haggard face, and sat silently on a chair.

In the dark hearing room, there are tables, chairs, people, a lamp, and nothing else.

In the spacious room, opposite his chair, a long table was set up.

Three senior superintendents, two chief superintendents, and an assistant chief inspected him.

Lights shone above his head.

After reading all the folders, the assistant chief asked in a deep voice with a pen in his hand, "Superintendent Huang Zhiming, the investigation of you by the Internal Investigation Section has ended."

"The report says that you are suspected of seven crimes of covering up, dereliction of duty, murder, bribery, and betraying police intelligence. It will be decided to initiate criminal proceedings in court."

"What do you have to explain about that?"

Huang Zhiming lowered his head, looking at the shadow on the ground, without saying a word.

Seeing his appearance, Assistant Chief Guilao turned around to communicate with the three chief superintendents, one chief superintendent raised his head and said to Huang Zhiming: "Superintendent Huang Zhiming, your contribution to the police force is obvious to all, if you want If you file a complaint, the police will try to support you as much as possible."

"Maybe you won't be able to wear a police uniform anymore, but you will be freed from criminal charges as much as possible."

During his tenure, Huang Zhiming received many awards and was promoted to Superintendent of Police. As a member of the Constitutional Committee, he is actually very cautious in his internal handling.

Be careful that a full month after Li Yongli's death, the internal investigation department has just concluded, and the criminal charges have not yet begun.

At this time, Huang Zhiming was no longer the radiant face when he was promoted, and returned to the decadence when he was just reinstated, with a beard all over his face.

He moved his eyes away from the shadows, raised his head and said to the Chief Superintendent: "No need."

In fact, many of the crimes submitted by the Investigation Section are old accounts.

The chief superintendent said in surprise: "Sir Huang, the officer wants to help you."

"Help your mother." Huang Zhiming said obscenities, staring at the ghost and said: "I have been an undercover agent for the police force for more than ten years, and I have caught more thieves than you have ever seen. How many ships does the British have? The gun is amazing!"

"Help you ghosts with your life, bah!" Huang Zhiming turned his head and spat out, cursing: "Fucking shit must not end well!"

The assistant director's expression changed suddenly. No one in the entire police force dared to speak to him like this. The chief superintendent immediately shouted: "Huang Zhiming!"

"Be careful that the police force charges you with one crime of insulting your boss!"

"It's so fucking funny, the police force still has this kind of crime, it's so funny, this kind of crime really exists!" Huang Zhiming's eyes showed a stern look, and he said with a ferocious face: "You bastards, the worst thing to do tonight is that you didn't give me the crime." I'm handcuffed!"

"What do you mean?" The chief superintendent stared at him, propped himself on the table, and got up angrily, "This is a message from the police force to my colleagues..."

"Pounce on your mother, stop farting!" Huang Zhiming stood up suddenly, and threw the chair towards the interrogation table: "I want you to be a dog for foreigners!"

"Boom!" The chair hit the chief superintendent's head directly, knocking the chief superintendent to the ground. Without hesitation, Huang Zhiming jumped up and threw himself at the long table, holding down the head of the assistant director and smashing it towards the table. :"boom!"

The ghost's pampered face hit the table, and there was severe pain, and there was a bloodstain on the table, and the three senior superintendents rushed towards Huang Zhiming without saying a word. How can a senior police officer compare to the undercover "Brother Ming Wang"?
King Ming still had his collar torn off, punches hit his face, elbows and knees changed, knocking three senior police superintendents to the ground in a blink of an eye.

"FUCK, FUCK!" Guilao covered his head and yelled, King Ming kicked the chief superintendent over with a flying kick, grabbed Guilao's collar with both hands, and shouted loudly: "Tell me! Is there any crime in the police force for beating the boss?" !!!”

"Tell me if you have?"

"Yes! Or not!!!" The roar echoed in the hearing room, panic appeared in Gui Lao's pupils, and he keenly smelled a murderous intent in the air. A group of police officers from the security department rushed into the hearing room at some point. In the interrogation room, several people pulled the crazy Huang Zhiming away. Seeing the head of the handling department and five senior police officers with injuries all over their faces, they immediately pulled out their batons and stabbed Huang Zhiming in the stomach. Beaten.

When Huang Zhiming, a police officer from the security department, was bleeding and nearly unconscious, passed the corridor, the head of the serious crime team "Liu Jianwen" held a document in his arms, looked at his former classmates, his heart trembled, and he opened his mouth and said, "Huang sir. "

Huang Zhiming's legs were drooping on the ground, his arms were hoisted up, the corners of his mouth were bloody and bloody, as if he heard it, he suddenly pulled out a smile like a devil.

The story of this night is destined to cause a sensation in the Xiangjiang police circle.

(End of this chapter)