I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 531 Jianghu, how do you retreat!

Li Chenghao laughed and said: "There are not many levels left, and there is no place to put the rest of the big guys. Mi-17, Mi-20, do you like it? If you like it, take it home."

"Tiantian Monkey is also OK, Monkey Sairei, Bhagavan!"

He gave a thumbs up.

Zhang Guobin grinned: "It seems that the big brother has already suffered from the aristocratic disease. He really sells everything when the money is in place."

"Since the machinery battalion plans to expand, let's build it. The land in northern Myanmar is enough to support them, but forget about other things. Remember, we are businessmen."

Li Chenghao nodded again and again: "Remember, boss!"

Businessmen commit militarism, just like investing capital indiscriminately. Once the expenditure is not proportional to the income, they will immediately fall into bankruptcy.

The purchase of military funds is a big project of tens of millions or hundreds of millions of dollars. There is not enough money to really develop the army and Yihai.

Yes, He Yihai is a mountain tiger in the society, but a junior in the warlords.

To be precise, it is not a warlord at all, but a legal company with security capabilities. It is more comfortable to be such a legal company in the international community than to be a warlord.

At least, the influence of associations can be maintained, assets can flow into international trade, and international rules can be used to protect themselves.

Zhang Guobin would not be so stupid as to go to the countryside to become a warlord. He looks majestic, but in fact he still has to spend US dollars to buy villas abroad and eventually work for Yankees.

The warlords of the [-]th century were real bosses, and the warlords of the [-]th century were wage earners, but He Yihai's membership level at Big Brother...

Um.
In fact, it is still useful.

For example, we can carry out military trade for the mainland, privately sell some things that the big brother refuses to sell, and then study and study.

For military research in the Mainland, buying one is equivalent to buying a production line.

However, there are too many transactions between countries, and there are too many things to consider, and the prices may be different.

There are certain things that corrupt Soviet officials are willing to sell to international businessmen, but not necessarily to regional countries.

"It's just that businessmen try not to intervene in official affairs. To avoid suspicion, it's better not to bring it up."

"This kind of thing is so enviable, and if it's done badly, it attracts criticism, but there are places in the mainland that need purchasing agents, and when the mainland takes the initiative to propose, they can help to buy them." He thought to himself.

The next day.

Hutchison Building, conference room.

Wearing a brand-new suit and a red tie, Zhang Guobin strode into the venue with high spirits.

"Shh!"

Fifteen directors stood up together, bowed and shouted: "President!"

"Good morning!"

Zhang Guobin sat on the first chair at the top, leaned against the back of the chair, raised his legs, and behind him was a blue sky and city buildings.

He swept the meeting room desktop with his right hand. The desktop was smooth and spotless, as if he was preparing for it every day.

"sit!"

He clasped his hands in his lap, smiled and nodded slightly.

There is no strangeness in the words,
It was like coming home.

"Yes!"

"President!"

The fifteen directors of the group shouted in unison, slowly sat back on their chairs, and looked at the man in the chair with admiration and admiration in their expressions.

.......
"Azhong!"

Causeway Bay.

A French restaurant.

Wu Hongxi was wearing a suit, sitting in a box, and raised his glass of red wine in a polite manner.

"Have a drink first!"

A fair-faced young man in a peaked cap and denim jacket picked up the red wine glass on the table and said respectfully, "Wu sir."

"Ask me to come to such a high-end place?"

"I have something to do!" He clinked a glass, drank with his head held high, spoke glibly, but behaved very well, but he was dressed in a way that didn't fit in a high-end restaurant.

Wu Hongxi admitted frankly: "Of course there is something."

"I have something to ask you to do!"

"Speak up, Sir Wu." Ah Zhong raised a pair of shrewd eyes, looked forward, playing with taste: "What's the matter, you want me to sell this little life."

Wu Hongxi picked up the knife and fork, and cut the foie gras in front of him.

"I remember that when you were studying, you liked to eat foie gras the most. The foie gras in this store is very famous. Try it?"

He put a piece of foie gras into his mouth.

At the same time, Ah Zhong cut a piece with a knife and chewed it in his mouth: "There is no need to say more polite words. In the world, if a brother gets a life and death lottery, the boss will treat him to a good meal."

"I think the Jianghu of the police department is the same, right?"

Wu Hongxi chuckled: "The police department is a public department, how could it be like young and Dangerous."

"Impressive." Ah Zhong smiled.

Wu Hongxi ate his meal and said: "Recently, the ghost above has issued a death order to inquire more about He Yihai. I have received rumors that He Yihai will send a group of people to northern Burma recently. I hope you can go. "

Ah Zhong's expression froze, and he said solemnly, "Sir, do you want me to go to that place in northern Burma where no shit?"

Wu Hongxi said: "You can't find any news in Xiangjiang. Instead of wasting time in Xiangjiang, it's better to go to northern Myanmar to find opportunities to make meritorious service."

"Our Political Department told O that there are two places for a serious case, and there is no need to keep putting it on the long line, let alone keep you in the club."

"After completing this matter, return to the police force and give you the rank of senior inspector. In the future, if you have undercover experience in the society, you will be promoted faster than others."

Ah Zhong fully believed in Wu Hongxi's words, and he could return to the Political Department after finishing this matter, but the premise was that he would come back with his life.

The sky is high and the emperor is far away in northern Myanmar, and Xiangjiang's laws can't control it at all, let alone support in a practical sense.

Where guns are there is the law!
He Yihai is the emperor!
He shook his red wine glass, with a bitter expression on his face: "The reason why an undercover agent is an undercover agent is that he is protected by his colleagues in the police force and the law. Is an undercover agent who has left the country still an undercover agent?"

"At that time, if there is a clue or a doubt, I will die in the wilderness, and I will die without a whole body."

He can understand the decision of the Political Department to keep an eye on He Yihai.

Because, the whole world knows that Zhang Sheng has entered the Grand Court.

But he was very sad: "Sir Wu, I have been with Yihai for three years, and I have never done anything illegal, let alone risked my life once."

Wu Hongxi said seriously: "This is because you are not qualified enough!"

"It's not that He Yihai is clean and innocent!"

Ah Zhong took a deep breath: "I know."

Wu Hongxi said: "In addition, you have been supported by the welfare plan of the Hong Kong government since you were a child, and the government paid for your study abroad. The Hong Kong government has supported you for the rest of your life."

"You can't be a white-eyed wolf, can you?"

"After finishing this matter, come back to work for the Political Department. Your future is better than mine. As for the danger, there are always two salaries. It's not so easy to get two salaries!" The team's control over undercover agents is becoming more and more stringent, because undercover accidents and betrayals are too frequent, so don't try to escape, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, how do you escape!"

Ah Zhong pursed his lips and buried his head deeply.

Wu Hongxi raised his glass: "Do well, this glass of wine will see you off."

Ah Zhong swung his peaked cap, picked up the wine glass: "Ding."

After clinking glasses, he drank and asked, "Is it really just gathering information?"

Wu Hongxi said: "Yes, there may be some follow-up actions, but that is the matter of the Military Intelligence Department, and we don't need to worry about it."

Twenty minutes later.

A young man walked out of the restaurant with his head bowed, raised his hand and flicked his peaked cap, put his hat on one side, put his hands in his denim pockets, and trot along the street with his head down.

That night.

Causeway Bay, a nightclub.

Ah Zhong found an area in a place full of colorful lights, crowded with people, and smoky atmosphere.

"Your brother!"

He stood by the sofa, bowed and shouted.

Xing Shigui was sitting in the middle of the sofa, raising his glass to greet the two guests, when he heard this, he raised his head and said, "Ah Zhong, what's the matter?"

Xing Shigui is the third person in Tongluo Bay, usually in charge of the business of bars and nightclubs, and is the sole of the straw sandals in Tangkou.

Most of the Yihai brothers in the nightclub in Causeway Bay are Xingshigui's subordinates, and Ah Zhong is just a small character among the more than seven hundred people.

He is usually responsible for the security work of a dance hall. He is not the big boss of the dance hall, but the small boss who is in charge of the parking spaces, and there are only six or seven boys under him.

Ah Zhong put his hands in his pockets and bowed his head: "I want to help the company."

"what?"

Xingshigui didn't hear him, stood up, and shouted close to his ear: "The music is too loud, speak louder!"

"Brother Gui, I want to help the company!"

Ah Zhong yelled.

Xingshigui's expression suddenly dawned.

"I see. I'm going to northern Myanmar, right? I'll help you sign up for the training camp tomorrow. Whether you can be selected depends entirely on yourself." Xing Shigui sat down again and entertained the guests.

Going to northern Myanmar to serve as a soldier is not a shocking option in the Yihai community. The first batch of brothers were selected at the entrance of Yuanbaotang to appease those brothers.

In fact, with the treatment, environment, and welfare in northern Myanmar.

There are so many halls that bad boys want to go.

After all, throughout the ages, joining the army has been a shortcut for superiors, and going abroad to do security for the company received American-style training.

Talk about discipline, but not civilization.

There are [-] people in a mechanical battalion, and there are less than [-] people in one hall on average. The brothers want to go to the head.

Therefore, the company decided to transfer all the applicants to the New Territories for half a month of training, and select the most hard-working brothers to go abroad.

three days later.

Ah Chung got on a bus and went to a housing estate in Stanley Bay, New Territories, with more than [-] brothers in the hall.

This housing estate standing at the bottom of the bay has long been contracted by Guobin Real Estate and developed into a tourist resort village, relying on the scenery of Stanley Bay to make a small profit.

Xiangjiang also has a market for "surrounding tours". Many salaried workers and white-collar workers who have no time or money to go abroad will come to the resort to relax.

At this moment, the resort is semi-closed for service, and all the houses are rented out for military training for [-] Minghai brothers.

More than one name, this is an autumn camp for [-] people, organized by the company team organized by Yihai Group.

As soon as Ah Zhong got out of the car, he found many seniors in camouflage uniforms, dark skin and fierce expressions, shouting and shouting.

"pumpkin!"

"Put down the backpack, throw away all the luggage!"

In order to ensure the training effect, the company specially transferred a company of veterans from northern Myanmar to Hong Kong Island with two American instructors.

Holding the luggage bag in his hand, Ah Zhong looked towards the busy village, and saw a veteran trotting up to an officer, standing at attention and saluting loudly, "Sir, another batch of pumpkins has arrived!"

"Arrange the dormitory!" The officer waved away impatiently.

"Yes!" The veteran replied loudly.

(End of this chapter)