I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 570 Desperate!

An accountant checked the roster, picked out a form, and said casually: "Six people from Shandong Street Branch."

He continued to check blankly.

Overstatement and false reporting are commonplace for accountants.

A list is sorted out.

Even if someone reported tens of millions more, it would not be uncommon.

Brother Yao looked gloomy, picked up the form, turned his head to look to the side: "Hai Bo."

"I'll check the roster."

Haibo took the form.

Soon, one form after another was sorted out. In the evening of the same day, in the president's office, Zhang Guobin received a report from Haibo, the uncle of the auditorium: "Sitting in the hall, there are [-] people who claim the right to the building at the entrance of Shandong Street. Among them Six are deceased community brothers, and twenty-seven are community members who have emigrated overseas."

"Has the news not spread overseas?" Zhang Guobin asked, frowning. It is more important to investigate administrative loopholes than to blame the culprit.

Loopholes will make people continue to exploit loopholes.

Hai Bo said: "The news has already spread overseas. The auditorium called the overseas brothers one by one, but some overseas brothers have moved for too long and have lost contact."

There are more than [-] members in Heyihai, and many members are not youngsters. They have their own lives, scattered, and some of them immigrated abroad in their early years.

A small number of people will lose their contact information, but they are still Yihai brothers in name. There are very few people in this group, and most of them do not lack a house.

Even if you go back to China to register, you may not necessarily agree to the conditions. Secondly, if you are really poor, the association will not be stingy with a house.

[-] suites have been issued.

Are you missing a set?

"Someone wants to make a fuss about a dead person!" Zhang Guobin moved the pen, signed the document, and said fiercely: "Lying on the dead person to suck blood, not only sucking the blood of the company, but also sucking the name of the dead person!"

"What should this kind of person do?"

Haibo's heart trembled, he clasped his fists and replied: "Family law, beheaded to death!"

"Pass me an order that Miao Yishun, the master of the punishment hall, joins the working group to thoroughly investigate the corruption of building rights, and get the list to report to me." Zhang Guobin said.

Hai Bo replied in a deep voice, "Yes, Dragon Head!"

"I hate corruption the most, and I hate people taking money from buildings and taking welfare as personal gain, which is detrimental to the public and private." Zhang Guobin was very angry this time. He closed the pen heavily and slapped it on the table. When the secretary came in and took the documents, he suddenly found out that The tip of one of Zhang Sheng's favorite pens was snapped off, and black ink stained the table, like streams of blood.

Xiaojie hurriedly put away her usual playful and sexy, and went back to the secretary's office to work hard, never daring to twist her waist, shake her breasts, or show her thighs.

Dongguan Miao received Haibo's message, stood in the corridor smoking quietly, nodded calmly: "I see."

Brother Sheng, the white paper fan on Shandong Street, led people to start checking the accounts of the financial company.

In just one day, the accounts were checked clearly and sent to the landlord brother.

"Boss, the villain has managed the financial company's accounts for the past two years, hacking the company for more than [-] million Hong Kong dollars."

Brother Landlord sat in the tea restaurant, eating pineapple buns, his face livid: "How did he do it?"

Sitting across from him, Brother Sheng said in a sarcasm: "He is very smart. He borrowed the power of the company's person in charge to exempt the debtors from interest, but in fact, he collected the interest back. He would talk to the company every month about the bad interest." Receive it, because the interest is all in his pocket."

The finance company makes money by lending money and collecting interest, and the interest is pocketed, which is really the company working for him.

"Secondly, he also made false accounts to erase debts, or collected debtors' real estate and cars, and registered them under his own company name, not even using the names of his relatives. It's so fucking arrogant!"

The landlord clenched his fists and let out a deep breath: "I can bear everything in this, but I can't bear the three things combined."

Brother Sheng said again: "Boss, you trust him too much. In the past few years, the industries under Yihai's name have developed very well. One after another, many factory owners in the mainland have come to us for loans. The profits are so huge. If you let him take full responsibility, no one will know if he is greedy."

"Your trust has hurt him."

"The "Live and Work in Peace" plan issued by the company this time, each brother has a property right, and the villain dares to do things like pretending to claim the property right, even killing you."

The landlord's complexion changed suddenly, and he shouted unexpectedly: "Push the street!"

"He even dared to move the buildings of his brothers?"

Even the hall masters dare not touch this piece of cake, but a forty-nine son with real power dares to do evil things, and the hall master will never escape the responsibility.

Brother Sheng suggested: "The best way now is to catch him, take him to the torture hall, and let Binge let us go."

"Do you think Brother Bin will kill me?"

asked the landlord.

Brother Sheng showed hesitation: "It's hard to say, but there is a chance to live. Brother Bin doesn't like killing his own people that much."

"You've been in Yihai for so many years, at least you haven't sang against Brother Bin, no credit, but hard work."

The landlord took a deep breath, lit a cigarette, and said, "Arrange a boat to send the thief out to sea at night."

"Brother Landlord!"

Brother Sheng slammed his hands on the table and got up angrily: "You are good enough for the thief!"

"I can no longer shield the villain!"

The landlord sighed: "Eight years ago, I was driven into the hospital by Xinji Fu Toujun's men. The thief was a nurse in the hospital back then. We were strangers. He rescued me with his own blood."

"Back then, I was the one who invited him to join me in the club and made a lot of money for him. Eight years later, things changed and he made money that he shouldn't have. But I can't forget that promise and let him go with the money. Well, I will bear all the charges."

The landlord took a puff of cigarette and looked at Brother Sheng: "Ah Sheng, allow me one night, and tomorrow I will enter the torture hall by myself."

"You are going to retire soon, receive a pension, and become the most envied Uncle Yi Hai, why bother!" Sheng Ge said.

The landlord stood up and complained to himself: "Maybe I am not worthy!"

"People like me killed too much when I was young, but when I am old, I am soft-hearted and do not deserve a good death!"

He waved his hand: "Send someone to keep an eye on the financial company. I will pick up the thief on board at night. Dasheng is in charge of reviewing the list of property rights. He must be in collusion with the thief. Now send someone to kill Dasheng."

"Leave the head, don't want anything else!"

Brother Sheng looked at the landlord's back and sighed again: "Okay!"

Five p.m.

Hutchison Building.

Hai Bo came in with a list: "Bingo, with the fourteen halls in Yihaijiatai, Mei, and the security camp in the mining area in northern Burma, only one hall in Shandong Street pretended to claim thirty-three building rights. "

"There are also North America and northern Myanmar, and there are two to five more building rights at the entrance of the three halls on Prince Edward Road."

"Confirmed by the accountant, the building rights at Sanjiantangkou were calculated incorrectly, no additional names were added, and no project funds were entered, but all the projects on Shandong Street were entered."

Zhang Guobin's tone has become calm.

"The landlord is still in a hurry."

Haibo said: "Is it to bring the landlord back?"

Zhang Guobin shook his head: "Investigate clearly, produce evidence, and open the torture hall."

"Ximiao, check it carefully." He said aloud.

"Understood, boss." Dongguan Miaocha people have many ways, Zhang Guobin specifically confessed: "Brother Landlord is an old man from He Yihai, keep a low profile, and don't make the city full of storms."

……

Five fifteen.

Kowloon, in a sparrow hall, Brother Sheng was halfway through playing mahjong, picked up the phone, got up and hid in the bathroom, called Brother Landlord and said, "Boss, something has happened!"

"Come on!"

He hung up the phone, flushed the toilet, opened the door and saw a golden-haired boy with a knife in his hand, pointed at him and said, "Ah Sheng, I see you have come out to hang out a few years earlier, I will give you face and come out by yourself!"

With the phone in his hand, Brother Sheng walked out the door muttering, "A group of young people, no big or small."

"The phone is charged!"

"search!"

At the end of a process, Jin Maozai smashed the handle of a knife on Brother Sheng's back, directly smashed the white paper fan to the ground, and waved and reprimanded: "Drag to the car!"

"Yes!"

"Brother Golden Retriever!"

Five twenty.

Shandong Street.

wealth finance.

"Squeak."

A BMW was parked at the bottom of the building, and the landlord sat on the right side of the back row, picked up a phone, and said aloud, "Zaixiong, come down and see me."

The thief stood by the window of the company, stared at the bottom of the building, and said on the phone: "Okay!"

He turned around and handed the phone to a bad boy, and said while going downstairs: "People from Xinji come to talk to me, when I get off the car, you smash the wine bottle down."

More than a dozen rotten boys were holding wine bottles with cotton stuffed around their mouths, grinning grinningly.

Dasheng was wearing a T-shirt, with blood dripping from his back, bending over to take out money in the safe of the finance company, hastily stuffing stacks of Hong Kong dollars into his backpack, and a few bad boys followed him.

Twenty minutes ago, Dasheng was attacked and beheaded by a group of masked swordsmen at the entrance of Portland Street, but today Dasheng happened to go to collect the number of a gambling police chief, and he happened to bring a gun for self-defense, bang bang bang, three bullets The knife hand was repelled, and the back was cut with a knife.

But when he lifted the mask of the knife hand and saw the brothers who used to drink tea and supper together, he knew that the matter of Lou Quan must have been leaked, so he ran back to the finance company without saying a word, intending to take the money and run away.

"Clap."

inside the car.

Thief Xiong sat next to the boss, rubbing his hands in a happy tone: "Brother, where to eat tonight?"

The landlord looked stern, and said sharply, "How about eating seafood?"

"seafood?"

The thief had a happy expression: "I like seafood the most!"

The landlord took out a check from his pocket and passed it on to his brother: "Two million, save some money when going abroad, I have already arranged the boat."

He looked at the thief with deep eyes: "You should know what, the company also knows, no one can keep you, keep a low profile abroad, don't do business, don't break the law, don't show your face."

The thief stared blankly, very surprised: "Boss, you, you..."

The landlord exhaled: "When you go out, you must show loyalty."

In life, it is inevitable that the big men of the rivers and lakes will come back from the dead. How many people are stepping on other people's bones and owe their lives to others to survive.

There is no shortage of landlords among so many people, and the landlord said: "Today, I will give you my life back."

"Get out of the car and go through the back door. There is a car there that will take you to the pier." The landlord said, "Take my car, you won't be able to get away."

He lowered his head and looked at his watch: "No accident, the people from the punishment hall are already on their way, I want to compete with them, hurry up!"

"Quick!" The landlord almost yelled.

　Although it is late, it is counted as yesterday, and it will continue for the third shift tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)