I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 643 Zhang Sheng, please take a trip

"Sir Zhuo, cancel the credit controls on the three major real estate developers, and give some preferential treatment when appropriate."

The next day.

The current Governor and former Chief Secretary for Administration "Zhong Shijie" said to the current Chief Secretary for Administration "Toh Chin Yu": "In addition, please ask the Financial Secretary to investigate the accounts of Yihai Group."

"Notify the four major banks to tighten credit for Yihai Group, Sir Cai."

"Sir!"

Cai Jinping was wearing a uniform, holding a police cap in his hands, sitting on a chair with his back straight.

At this time, the Chief Secretary for Administration, the Chief Financial Officer, the Secretary for Justice, the Commissioner of Police, the Commissioner for Corruption, and five senior department officials were all sitting at the same desk.

Wearing a gray suit and holding a pen, the Governor of Hong Kong said righteously: "The police should arrest the person who talked to Yihai."

"Yes, sir!"

Cai Jin replied without changing his face.

Instead, Zhong Shijie offered encouragement: "Any citizen has the responsibility to cooperate with the police investigation. Please don't be afraid of the pressure from the Jianghu community. At critical moments, the police will bear the pressure for the government."

"Cai sir, you came from an anti-crime background, you are brave and decisive, I trust you."

Cai Jinping's expression was serious, and he said, "Thank you, sir!"

"Also." Zhong Shijie looked at the Financial Secretary: "Please ask the Financial Secretary to introduce a regulation on the securitization of Dingquan, so as to ease the pressure on land transfer in the New Territories."

The Financial Secretary nodded lightly: "Understood, sir!"

"Please Zhuo sir, Ban sir stay."

The financial secretary and the commissioner of anti-corruption sat in their seats without moving, while the other three officials got up together, bowed and saluted, and turned to leave the office.

In the Governor's Mansion, Zhong Shijie raised his coffee cup with a serious expression and said solemnly: "The wrong information from the past two days has caused the three major real estate developers to have serious opinions."

"This proves that the bottom of the disciplinary department has been severely corrupted. Ban sir, you must use your strength to investigate the corruption and bribery at the bottom of the government staff who have organized associations."

"Yes, sir!"

Ban Renxin replied out loud.

Zhong Shijie nodded and took a sip of coffee.

"Zhang Guobin's business ideas are of great reference value. Bonding Dingquan can activate the real estate industry in the New Territories and meet the needs of males in the New Territories for Dingquan."

"Put Ding Quan in the market for cash, let real estate developers pay for the government's decisions, and finally be digested by the citizens of the New Territories. The Ding Quan that cannot be approved by the male males in the New Territories can be exchanged for money. As long as they have money, there will be no troubles." gone."

Most men in the New Territories only have one penny as an asset, and the asset cannot be realized, and they need to invest money to build a building. It seems that they are poor and useless.

The proles have nothing to lose but their chains.

If men can cash out their rights, they will be happy when they have money in their hands, and they will spend it, and they will not risk their lives to make trouble with the government, and the matter of women's property rights can be put on hold.

At the same time, the males sold Dingquan. Once they wanted to get married and live or die, they still needed to buy a house, or put the money from the sale of Dingquan on their grandparents' property to buy real estate in Central.

Either use the money from the sale of Dingquan as a down payment, and continue to buy properties in the New Territories, and the government can settle the entire "Dingquan case" without paying a penny.

The debtors are still the villagers.

The Hong Kong government spends money to revitalize industries in the New Territories, and then drives up housing prices. Under the pressure of rising prices, there will be an endless supply of successors.

The Hong Kong government can completely hand over the project to British real estate and banks, and not share a share with the Chinese.

The Chief Secretary for Administration approved: "The decision of the chief executive is wise. There is no need to invest government funds, and the fiscal revenue will increase next year. The accounts will be very beautiful."

The main duty of civil servants is to make accounts, which involve many rules and regulations. In the position of the governor of Hong Kong, "law", "public opinion", and "finance" are all "accounts".

It is necessary to make the accounts beautiful, and the resume is good-looking. Fighting and killing is the duty of the "military officer" of the disciplined forces.

It's not that Zhong Shijie can't cooperate with Zhang Guobin, it's just that after cooperation, the benefits will be swallowed by Chinese capital, and even the villagers will become winners.

Because Zhang Guobin is making a big cake, everyone has a share, but the Hong Kong government has no share, at most it can't lose, but the Governor of Hong Kong wants to win!
I don't want to pay financial investment, but also want to take away the blood and sweat of the villagers in the New Territories.

This is also a traditional trick of the British colonial government. Every colonial company is only allowed to make profits, not to lose money, and only looks at the immediate annual income.

Never consider long-term value.

The British colonization itself was an aggressive activity carried out under the name of a "trading company", with far-reaching influence at the root. It can be said that success is also a philistine, and failure is also a philistine.

The empire on which the sun never sets, built only on money, collapsed after an investment failure, leaving no political or cultural legacy.

Central, Connaught Place.

Zhang Guobin was eating pineapple buns in a tea restaurant, with a newspaper spread out in his hand, sipping his milk tea with his head down.

The two bodyguards were wearing headsets, suits and pistols, standing behind them with serious expressions.

A black BMW car was parked on the side of the square. A handsome young man in a suit and leather shoes with a slicked back pushed the door and got out of the car. He hung up his ID and said loudly, "Go in!"

Ten well-trained team members in suits followed the officer and went straight to a tea restaurant through the steps of the square.

In the square, the eyes of the six brothers converged, and someone immediately pressed the headset and said, "King of Dogs, there are messengers!"

"Brother Bin, there's a messenger!" Target Boy stepped forward, bent over, and said softly.

Zhang Guobin wiped his hands with a towel, shook out the newspaper, and said intently, "Check out!"

The target boy shot a finger, and immediately a guy went to the counter to pay the bill.

"Ding dong."

Someone pushed open the glass door of the tea restaurant, approached with a smile and held up his ID, and said aloud, "Police Department, Security Department, Chief Superintendent Wen Qiren."

"Mr. Zhang, please come with me."

Ten police officers from the security department stood in two rows, five people in a row, closely following the officer.

At present, the two lifted the corners of their clothes to reveal their gun pockets, and proudly puffed out their chests. It seemed that they were used to being arrogant with Sir Wen in the police force.

Target Boy stepped forward and confronted Wen Qiren: "Sir!"

"Dare to arrest the president of the group downstairs in the Heji Building, are you acting like a fool, looking for death!" Crashing, all six bodyguards rushed forward to block the store door.

The clerk hid in the back kitchen with a pale face.

The target boy pointed at Wen Qiren: "When I make a phone call, thousands of people rush down and drown us. How many bullets are there in my hand?"

Wen Qiren didn't change his face, and his tone was full of appreciation: "There is a hole in the head, but the heart is very honest!"

Zhang Guobin said in a displeased tone, "Okay."

The whole restaurant was suddenly silent.

He raised his head and folded the newspaper in an orderly manner: "Sirs, is there anything you can't say here? I'm very busy, and I have hundreds of thousands of brothers on my shoulders to support my family. I'm afraid you can't afford to delay."

Wen Qiren took a document from his subordinate and raised his hand to show it: "Excuse me, Mr. Zhang, you are suspected of leading a triad organization, illegal smuggling, and leaking government secrets."

"The Security Department needs your cooperation in the investigation."

Zhang Guobin put the newspaper on the table, stood up, and looked at him coldly: "Sir, I haven't been a boss for many years, and there is a price to be paid for spitting blood."

"We will not wrong a good person, nor let a bad person go." Wen Qiren pointed at the target with his finger: "Ordinary citizens don't have younger brothers."

"I'm an entrepreneur."

The fierce light in Zhang Guobin's eyes flashed away, and he suddenly smiled and said, "I am willing to cooperate with the police in handling the case."

"Let's go together."

He was the first to pass through the crowd and leave the restaurant. Target Boy led people to push a path to follow, and Wen Qiren led the police officers out together.

Sir Wen took Zhang Guobin into a car, opened the door very politely, and invited Mr. Zhang to get in the car.

The car drove into the gate of the General Administration.

Zhang Guobin entered the office of the security department, Wen Qiren closed the blinds and handed him a cup of coffee: "Sorry, boss."

"The governor personally explained."

Zhang Guobin took the coffee, sat on the sofa with a big horse, and raised his legs: "The coffee is good!"

"Da da da."

Cai Jinping knocked lightly on the door.

"Please come in!"

Zhang Guobin shouted.

Cai sir was wearing a uniform, pushed open the glass door, and nodded: "Mr. Zhang."

Wen Qiren said wisely: "I'll go out first."

Zhang Guobin watched his brother leave, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said in his heart: "I didn't expect that the first time I was arrested in public, it turned out to be in the hands of my younger brother."

Cai Jinping observed his expression, sat on the chair, and apologized at the first sentence: "Sorry, Zhang Sheng, the governor gave the order in person."

"I will wrong you and stay in the General Administration for two days."

Zhang Guobin rested his head with one hand, and lazily said: "Oh, I'm afraid the news has spread throughout the rivers and lakes. The president of Tangtang Group was invited into the General Administration by the Security Department."

"Send me to Stanley, there are more brothers there."

Cai Jinping said with a smile: "Yesterday Zhang Sheng gave the Governor-General a Hongmen Banquet, which is a major event in the world. The General Administration is just reciprocating courtesy and not losing face."

"Besides, our police station is also Zhang Sheng's friend."

Zhang Guobin nodded slightly: "Sir Cai really knows how to chat. If Sir Wen didn't come to see me, I would have to ask my brothers to support the scene."

"do not!"

Cai Jinping dissuaded: "You have so many brothers, you must not block the Central Ring Road."

"Affecting citizens' commuting to work."

"I went to Victoria Peak for a meeting in the morning. The Governor of Hong Kong borrowed your decision to implement the securitization of Dingquan, but he didn't plan to take you to play. What do you want to do?"

Zhang Guobin raised his toes and said disdainfully, "I'm not allowed to gamble, but I want to open a gambling table."

"I don't have any other skills, but the one who can lift the gambling table must have it!"

Cai Jinping expressed a distressed expression: "Zhang Sheng calmed down, he only travels to make money, fighting and killing does not fit your temperament."

Zhang Guobin laughed uncontrollably: "Hey, Sir Cai, you are afraid of hard work and don't want to work overtime? Don't worry, I know what the ghost is afraid of, and I have already arranged people to do it."

Daya Bay.

At the General Nuclear Power Guest House, a total of nine people, Li Chenghao, Lu Cunjiu, Chen Hailong, Dong, Zheng, Wang, Huang and other New Territories family owners, sat on the sofa in a restaurant and waited for the leaders to come.

(End of this chapter)