I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 427 Mighty and Unyielding Kadoorie

"Your Excellency, the Governor of Hong Kong, a telegram has been sent from my ancestors, and Mr. Edward died in a car accident in London."

The second day, afternoon.

After receiving the report, the Governor of Hong Kong sat in his office with a dejected expression on his face: "Did he die in a car accident?"

This is the last respect given to Edward by the ancestors!

In this world, the dead are always decent, and if the living want to be decent...

"Yes, Your Excellency the Governor of Hong Kong." The subordinate officer bowed and saluted.

Feeling lost, Uri Heath let go of the pen and said aloud: "Telegram my resignation to my ancestors, and I am willing to step down as Governor of Hong Kong!"

"Excuse me, what reason do you want to use?" The subordinate officials were loyal and dedicated.

Uri Heath clutched his chest, coughed twice, and sighed, "I have a bad heart."

"I see."

"Your Excellency Governor of Hong Kong!" The subordinate officials retreated.

Uri Heath closed his eyes and lay down on the sofa. He hadn't slept all night last night, his eyes were black and blue, and his cheeks were swollen.

ancestral home.

Palace, garden.

The crown prince pushed the queen for a walk, and said slowly: "According to the cabinet's call, Yuri intends to resign as governor of Hong Kong."

The queen was sitting in a wheelchair, dressed gorgeously, holding a short spear, and opened her mouth, "What reason does he use?"

"I have a bad heart."

The crown prince took a step forward. A pair of riding boots were very expensive, but his steps seemed extremely cautious.

The queen smiled and said, "If he has a bad heart, give him more heart medicine."

"The governor's son just had a car accident in London. The next day, the governor resigned from London. The media will hype up the news, let alone the member states of the Federation?"

"The governor of Hong Kong is not the only one who supports you by telegram."

A drizzle of rain drifted down.

"You'll just stay in the palace and learn horsemanship recently."

"Report to me first if you have any outing activities."

The crown prince simply agreed: "Okay, mother."

Who can know the loneliness in his heart?

God knows how many years this prince will be...

A week later.

Hong Kong.

Peninsula Hotel.

Facing an intelligence officer, Kadoorie said cautiously: "Mr. Edward did not tell me the specific content of the "London Bridge Project."

"You mean you don't know about the London Bridge project?" the intelligence officer replied.

"Yes, I don't know." Kadoorie nodded.

As an outstanding businessman of Jewish ancestry, he is proficient in the art of speaking, so he decided to wait for the intelligence officer to ask him again before confessing.

Ask him one more time and he will recruit.

"And where did you first hear about the London Bridge project?"

In the room, three intelligence officers were taking notes.

Kadoorie replied: "I just heard about it from Mr. Edward, and I overheard it during one of his communications."

As a shrewd Jewish businessman who is proficient in the art of negotiation, he decided to wait for the intelligence officer to expose the lie before confessing.

He has already figured out how to confess.

The leading intelligence officer said, "Then, did Edward Heath inform you of other matters?"

"Mr. Edward only said that he would confirm the plan with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"I don't know the details. I'm just a businessman, cooperating with Mr. Edward's capital actions in Xiangjiang." Kadoorie sighed.

Showing an involuntary expression.

As a shrewd member of Jewish Chinese capital, proficient in the art of selection, he decided to become the permanent resident capital of Xiangjiang when the intelligence officer left.

The intelligence officer nodded slightly: "I see, Sir Kadoorie."

"This investigation is over, we will contact you again if necessary."

The three intelligence officers closed the documents, stood up, packed up their things and left.

Before leaving, the intelligence officer explained: "Remember, there is no "Operation London Bridge" in the ancestor's family. Please abide by the principle of confidentiality for relevant information."

"I understand, Mr. Intelligence Officer." Kadoorie bowed and sent the guest away.

As a jazz noble who was canonized by the royal family, he has generous and preferential treatment in intelligence interrogation. If the other party chooses to go back and torture to extract a confession, he will be loyal to the royal family to the end.

But the target of the three intelligence officers does not seem to be on him at all. As a Xiangjiang capitalist who has met Edward Heath frequently recently, it seems to be a normal procedure to be investigated. How could it be possible to steal the top secret of the ancestral home?
This is a question to the Military Intelligence Department!
"Sir Kadoorie is willing to take the initiative to admit that he has heard of the "London Bridge Project", which is already the greatest sincerity to us." The intelligence officer said at the door of the hotel: "And he can't influence the decision-making of the ancestral family at all. It seems that this order is still After leaving the ancestral home, the interrogation documents related to Sir Kadoorie will be sealed and cannot be further investigated."

"Yes, sir." The two intelligence officers answered aloud.

Kadoorie watched the car of the three leave the Peninsula Hotel, lowered his head and thought, "Where does Mr. Zhang like to drink tea?"

He couldn't imagine what happened to his ancestral home at all, but through the answers he had just deliberated, he could faintly sense the high level of the "London Bridge Project".

So high that Edward died!
If Edward was still alive, the answer to the first question would be revealed, but the intelligence officers obediently left.

How powerful should the intelligence agency behind Mr. Zhang be?Did he deliberately leak the name of this plan to kill Mr. Edward on purpose, or simply to show me his strength?
"It's just the name of a plan..." Sir Kadoorie sighed.

……

Hong Kong Governor's Office.

A muscular intelligence officer with a cropped cut and a suit stretched out his palm to press a bottle of heart medicine on the table, and said solemnly, "Your Excellency!"

"This is His Royal Highness' condolences to you."

The governor of Hong Kong looked at the bottle of special medicine without trademark ingredients, and his eyes showed deep fear, but he knew that a bottle of medicine could travel across the ocean to Xiangjiang.

It must be the result of a collective decision.

No struggle of any kind.

"Thank you Your Highness for me." The governor sat on the chair and agreed in a deep voice.

The intelligence officer frowned coldly, and said threateningly: "Please take your medicine on time, and don't disappoint His Highness, I will come to condolences on time."

"The medicine is not enough, I will bring it to you."

The governor opened the lid without hesitation, took out two pills, put them in his mouth, and took them with mineral water.

"Thanks for caring."

He twisted up the water bottle and preached.

This is undoubtedly the most harmonious scene in the history of the Federation.

Jun Sheng Chen Xian!

The empire is glorious!
……

Zhang Guobin came to Mong Kok by car, stepped up to the Backbone Restaurant, and saw Sir Kadoorie standing in front of a screen, his face was very surprised.

He was very curious about why Kadoorie would ask him to meet him in Backbone. After all, CLP Group and Peninsula Hotel are both in Central, and if you want tea, you can go to Lu Yu Tea House.

It is not only bold, but also a little bit like visiting the dock.

"Crack!" Kadoorie put away the pocket watch in his hand, grabbed his cane and bowed in salute, and said respectfully, "Mr. Zhang, thank you for your honor."

"Sir, please." Zhang Guobin turned his eyes and felt that the old fox's behavior was unreasonable. After sitting down, while the waiter was pouring tea, he tapped his finger on the table and tried aloud: "Sir, you have a high status, and you have something to talk to me about." Just send someone to call me, there is no need to reserve the entire teahouse."

"Hehe, besides, this teahouse is still my property!"

To be precise, having backbone is He Yihai's property, but He Yihai's property is his, and the Yihai brothers around him don't feel inappropriate when they hear the words, they just take it for granted.

Kadoorie said with a smile: "Sir is a British Sir, Mr. Zhang is Chinese, and I am just a Jewish businessman to Mr. Zhang."

"Oh?" Zhang Guobin paused his fingers, raised his brows, and said with a smile, "I like to hear this sentence. The British people recognize the title of Great Britain, but we don't necessarily have to recognize it."

"I respect it. His title is the nobility. We don't respect it." Zhang Guobin picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. Kadoorie smiled and said, "It's worthless."

"What is Mr. Kadoorie looking for?" Zhang Guobin asked.

After toasting a cup of tea, Kadoorie withdrew his hand and said sincerely, "A military intelligence officer from London came to Hong Kong to ask me for details about the London Bridge Project."

"What did you say?"

Zhang Guobin was expressionless.

Kadoorie said: "I know very well that Kadoorie has already taken root in Xiangjiang, and important industries have been bound to the city. It has long been impossible to leave the city of Xiangjiang."

"Since I speak from a position that is beneficial to me and you, even if the intelligence officer conducts a 48-hour fatigue interrogation on me, I will still push everything to Edward Heath."

"You are so brave. Are you afraid that the governor will trouble you?" Zhang Guobin looked up and down Kadoorie with a peachy smile, but Kadoorie said, "I have information. Edward is dead."

Edward's death was not reported.

It is indeed a key information.

(End of this chapter)