I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 400
Taiping Mountain.

late at night.

Mid-level mansion.

A handsome young ghost with a handsome face, a tall nose, and blond hair stood on the balcony, admiring the beautiful view of Victoria Harbour.

He picked up a phone, his face suddenly changed, and he exclaimed, "Matthew is dead!"

"Yes, Your Highness." A voice came from the other end of the phone: "When Matthew was chatting with Duan Long at the golf course in the New Territories, he was attacked by a special forces team and beheaded by unknown foreign forces."

"Unknown forces." The young man muttered to himself.

The political minister said on the phone: "Yes, I suspect that this is a beheading operation against the ancestors. The target may be..."

"It could be me."

"Even Mr. Governor of Hong Kong!" The young ghost looked terrified, surprised in his heart, and managed to maintain a calm tone.

Political Minister Hui reported: "Yes!"

"It's very possible!"

Recently, His Royal Highness and the Governor of Hong Kong often communicate with people from all walks of life on the golf course. As His Royal Highness's bodyguard, Matthew often plays the role of intermediary contact. Matthew was beheaded by special forces on the golf course. chaos.

The young ghost looked at the night scene and thought for a while: "Could this matter have something to do with Duan Long?"

The Minister of Political Affairs replied: "Duan Long has some influence in the Jianghu forces in Xiangjiang, but Xinji, even the second largest association in Xiangjiang, does not have the strength to use special forces."

"What's more, Duan Long was also killed in the attack. It shouldn't be possible for Duan Long to do it. He is not brave enough! As for He Yihai... On the one hand, he has the foundation of the Jianghu society, on the other hand, he is rapidly moving towards the regular Enterprise transformation, it is impossible to have the determination to send special forces!"

"The Jianghu community is a Jianghu community after all, and it is impossible to have special forces with Yihai, and it has nothing to do with even calling for special forces."

"Xinji agrees!"

The political minister sighed: "I'm afraid this is really an international force."

"Dare to intervene in Hong Kong's forces like this, there must be support from big countries behind it, and there are not many people with powerful forces in the world who send illegal organizations, and there are only a few groups in Asia."

Even if Zhang Guobin is at war with Xinji, the political department cannot link the matter to Zhang Guobin, because the vision and level are different.

The bosses are all concerned with the international situation, so how can they pay attention to some rivers and lakes struggles? Does the rivers and lakes fight need special forces to take action?

Is it still the struggle between the rivers and lakes that the special forces take action?

When a boss and a bad boy get into a car accident together, no one will think that the murderer is targeting the bad boy, only that the murderer is targeting the boss.

His Highness showed embarrassment, and felt that the matter was very difficult, and if he acted too aggressively, it might cause chaos in the Asia-Pacific situation.

Warships, fighter planes, and millions of soldiers cross the bay.

Scenes seem to be in front of them.

Although the ancestral family's attempt was blatant to suck blood from Xiangjiang, they did not have the courage to formally start a war with the mainland. If they had the courage, they would not need to sign the Sino-British Agreement.

How to use cultural evolution, capital manipulation, financial harvesting...

It was just now that the ancestors valued.

In short, my sovereignty can be returned to you, but the population, capital, and income on the land must be handed over to my ghost.

You said: "Why are the labor income of the Chinese being harvested by you ghosts? Is it true that the Chinese are destined to be cattle and horses all their lives, and to be slaves to ghosts forever?"

The ghost wants to say: "Without my Daying opening up Xiangjiang for you to develop, your Xiangjiang is still a wild island, and the Chinese drink blood like hair, barbaric and rude."

"Now you don't appreciate Dade's return to Great Britain, and dare to return Xiangjiang's sovereignty. So, if you don't peel off your skin, where will the face of the British Empire go?"

Foreigners will never remember how they blasted open the gates of the land of China with strong ships and cannons, and ghosts will never forget the era when a few cannons were set up on a coast in the east to occupy a country.

But now that the ancestral family has gone through two world wars, its strength has long been far inferior to that of the past. It is necessary to control the situation in the Asia-Pacific region and can no longer use extreme methods.

His Highness had to control the situation, so he could only bow his head in humiliation, and said to the phone: "Define the death of Matthew and Duan Long as a terrorist attack, handle the two cases separately, hand over one case to the Political Department, and hand over the other to the police." Office handles it."

"Uniformly declare it as a terrorist attack to the outside world, strengthen the construction of Xiangjiang's anti-terrorism force, and keep the rest of the investigation private, and do not give other major countries in the world the opportunity to intervene."

"Yes, sir." The Political Minister replied: "I will cooperate with the Sixth Bureau of Military Intelligence to carry out activities, and it will definitely not affect the strategy of His Royal Highness and the ancestors."

"Well, report to me later." His Highness hung up the phone with deep eyes and a calm tone.

The beautiful scenery of Victoria Harbor does not seem to be calm on the surface. The bustling Xiangjiang River is full of dangers.

In an area dominated by foreigners, how to fight for the interests of the ancestors is a university question, and it is also a compulsory course for politicians.

This course is not enough, how to be a qualified politician in the future?
Old Tanglou.

This night, Zhang Guobin should wash up and go to bed as usual, and he doesn't need to care about the international situation. There are more than [-] people working for him on a three-acre land in Xiangjiang.

Just wait for the reply obediently.

"Da da da."

The next day.

early morning.

Zhang Guobin got up and changed his clothes, put on a new suit, put on his watch, adjusted his cuffs, and fastened his double-breasted buttons.

Dongguan Miao raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Zhang Guobin shouted loudly.

Dongguan Miao's complexion was exhausted, with deep blue bags under his eyes, carrying a large bag of refreshments, wearing a windbreaker, stepping on leather shoes, walked into the living room, and said, "Bing Ge."

"breakfast."

He put the plastic bag on the table and bent down to remove the chopsticks.

Zhang Guobin chuckled, tightened his tie, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Let's go!"

"Let's go to Lu Yu Tea House for breakfast."

He looked down at the plastic bag: "You have to go to the tea house for morning tea."

"What does squatting at home and eating takeaway look like?"

The appearance of Miao in Dongguan who has not slept all night is the confidence that Zhang Guobin can sleep peacefully. Because of the sworn brother who is on duty day and night, Zhang Guobin is not afraid of any small troubles.

When Dongguan Miao heard that the boss was going to the teahouse, he straightened up neatly, squeezed the earphones and said, "Bingo is going out to drink tea."

"Roger that!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Yes, sir!"

Nine cars drove out of Mong Kok, passed through the Hung Hom Tunnel, and arrived in Central. Dongguan Miao got out of the car with a cigarette in his mouth, shook his windbreaker, and opened the door.

Target Boy led three people around to protect Brother Bin. The senior inspector picked up his ID, entered the restaurant to show it to the store manager, and specially selected a position that was convenient for protection.

"Whoa!"

Dongguan Miao opened a black umbrella, tightly guarded Bingge into the teahouse, and only put the umbrella away when he bent down.

in the tea house.

Many old men and uncles who were drinking morning tea all looked solemn when they saw this scene, lowered their voices, and waited for the crowd to pass by the tea booths before gradually recovering their volume and looking away.

People who go out in Xiangjiang with such a publicity are undoubtedly big bosses of the society, but there are not many big bosses of the society who can make such a show.

What's more, the policemen hung up their IDs and held their gun pouches brightly...

"Is that the Governor?"

Uncle held the chicken feet, couldn't help thinking about it, and asked.

An old man sneered and said, "Governor of Hong Kong? Have you ever seen a Governor of Hong Kong in his twenties! This is the Emperor of Kowloon. I don't know if I am in the mood to drink tea in Central today."

"Uncle No Ya, I heard that you used to be the boss of Yiqun, and you are very familiar with the Jianghu." Another uncle asked curiously: "Now Xinji is fighting with Yi, Duan Long is going back to Causeway Bay last night, Datou Kun Lead people to a bloody battle with Li Tailong, and take the initiative to lead troops into Wanchai."

"Someone saw that the police carried away more than [-] dead bodies and more than [-] youngsters in Wan Chai last night. Now, the prices of Lai Chi Kok and Stanley have risen accordingly, and the bad guys are stockpiling goods, waiting for the boss. Go in and spend!"

Uncle slapped the table and interjected, "It's more than that!"

"Li Yutian from the New Territories led a surprise attack on Lao Jin in Tuen Mun, hoping to kill one of the ten heroes of Yihai that night. Unexpectedly, Bao Yaqiu and Belly Wen had already led people to set up an ambush in Tuen Mun."

"Li Yutian's head was tied to the car, and his body was dragged for more than ten kilometers. It was horrible, horrible, alas!"

Uncle rolled his eyes and tentatively said: "You said that the Emperor of Nine Dragons came to Central to talk to Xinji, and the outcome was decided last night..."

"how is this possible!"

Uncle No Ya sighed and shook his head: "Xinji and He Yihai are the first or second big fonts. If this kind of font is launched, it is impossible for hundreds of immortals to stop."

"What's more."

Uncle No Ya picked up the teacup, drank the hot tea, and was full of emotion: "The one who leads the soldiers to fight is Duan Long, not Xiang Sheng."

"Then do you think that the Nine Dragon Emperor's victory is..." someone speculated nervously.

Uncle No Ya shook his head: "I don't know, I'm just an old straw sandal, how can I know how to fight with big fonts?"

"At most, I have led more than thirty people to kill." He rolled his eyes.

Zhang Guobin was dressed in a suit and was sitting by the coffee table. He had just finished ordering when he heard a newsboy hawking outside the teahouse. He raised his hand and returned the menu to the target boy, saying, "Buy a newspaper."

Target Boy held the menu, nodded slightly, and walked out of the teahouse around a screen, but returned to the table with a copy of "Sing Tao Morning Post" after a while.

"Zhang Sheng."

"Sing Tao Morning Post" is a sub-journal of "Sing Tao Daily", and it was the newspaper with the largest sales in Hong Kong in the 80s.

Zhang Guobin sat on a chair, sipped tea, crossed his legs, and opened the newspaper to read.

title:

Duan Long, the triad boss, was killed in a terrorist attack! "

Zhang Guobin's movement of bringing tea to the entrance stopped slightly.

"Push your mother!"

"The police force is getting more and more over the top!"

He used to be a triad, now he's a terrorist, can't I, can't I be a fucking good guy?

Zhang Guobin turned two pages down, it was the vicious fight in a few blocks last night. According to the normal situation, in the next few months, there will be news of various triad vicious fights in the newspapers. After several months of fighting, Only then will there be a winner.

now...

Inside the teahouse, citizens and uncles looked at the newspaper and screamed.

"Do it!"

"Directly invite the terrorists?"

Here, how are you going to play in this arena?
　Yesterday, as my brother-in-law, I stayed up all night to see off my relatives. I finished the chapter on sleep, and I will drink the man's wedding wine later.Take the long trip back at night, and the update tomorrow morning will be irregular.

　　The spirit is relatively exhausted, and I am afraid that the writing will be too messy, so I am embarrassed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)