Rebirth of the great hero of Hong Kong

Zeng Qingtian believed every word of Ban Jiawei's words.

The guys in the second group were all suspected, or in other words, they all succumbed to Ban Jiawei's authority.

The four chief inspectors are the names that every policeman has to mention. After their downfall, the police station has carried out all-round reforms.

But the people in this building can't figure out the context of the future.

The good times are gone forever, or they are about to reappear yesterday.

Not everyone has a keen eye for seeing future trends, at least Ban Jiawei lacks it!

"Xiangjiang is a society ruled by law. We need evidence before we can send Wanzhanghong to jail."

"Since we have nothing to do, let's see what kind of evidence O Ji has in hand."

"The meeting is coming soon, get ready, let's go together."

Zeng Qingtian smiled at Ban Jiawei, stood up, helped him take the suit jacket off the hanger, and handed it to Ban Jiawei.

Ban Jiawei was a little surprised by Zeng Qingtian's sudden show of affection, but he accepted it gladly, put on his clothes, and walked out of the office together.

Situ Haonan finally had an independent office in the Lin family's mansion in Taiping Mountain. Outside the window, the garden designer was instructing the workers to plant plum trees around the villa.

Because the villa can see the Lion Bay not far away (a small beach, which looks like a lion's head on the map.) Lin Huaile named the villa Wangshiyuan.

Miss Xiaolan didn't like the name, she thought it was too similar to a zoo, so she pestered Lin Huaile to ask him to change the name, after much deliberation, she named it Lion Pavilion.

It has the same name as the Lion Pavilion not far away. I wonder if someone will sue him for copyright infringement.

Compared with Taipingshan No. 2000, which covers an area of ​​three mu, which is the Governor's Mansion, the Lion Pavilion Villa is still too small, only more than [-] square meters.

These days, Situ Haonan has been meeting with familiar real estate agents, and wants to buy the spare villas next to him, connect them together, and build them into a private kingdom.

Long Wu was also standing inside the house. His current identity was the gardener of the Lin family, responsible for helping the Lin family repair broken branches and leaves.

"Things are doing well, and the boss is very happy."

"This is the settlement document that I promised you before, and the members of the Legislative Council personally signed it. I guarantee that there will be no problem."

"As long as you sign your name, you can send it to the Immigration Department. Naturally, someone will do it for you."

Situ Haonan stood outside the window and watched for a long time. Seeing that the workers were doing things fairly neatly, he turned his head in relief and looked at Long Wu, asking him to collect the documents and money on the table.

This is what I promised him before, people must keep their word, this is the bottom line.

"Thank you boss for me, brother Haonan, what else do you need me to do?"

Long Wu looked at the document seriously, but unfortunately, he didn't know English and didn't know what was written on it.

He had been trained by the Yankees, but the instructors were all proficient in Vietnamese and didn't need to communicate in English at all.

Seeing Long Wu's embarrassment, Situ Haonan took out Zhang Wentian's business card from his pocket, wrote his name on it with a pen, and put it in his hand.

"I don't know English either, but it doesn't matter, as long as our children understand."

"The lawyer above is an old relationship, and he will help you solve everything."

Long Wu put his business card away, nodded and said that he would go to a lawyer as soon as possible.

After everything was dealt with, Situ Haonan went to the blackboard in the office and erased the seven names.

The blackboard was immediately much cleaner, with only two names left on the top, Dehua Tongwanzhanghong.

Situ Haonan admired his masterpiece for a while, and suddenly remembered that there was still money that had not been handed over to Long Wu, so he quickly took out a stack of big golden bulls from the drawer.

"This is money for goods. I found a few acquaintances before I distributed the goods. The market price is not as high as the market price. Recently, there are so many goods that Miss Bai can't raise the price."

Long Wu put the money in his pocket without any point. If Situ Haonan wanted to be greedy for money, he would not give this part, just pretend it didn't happen.

"Okay, let's start. Everything in the greenhouse is arranged by you."

After paying the payment, Situ Haonan felt relaxed, put a check mark behind Long Wu's payment on the account book, and started his new day of trivial work.

Downstairs is working, and upstairs is also busy.

Lin Huaile was in the study upstairs, wearing glasses, looking at the business reports of Haiwan Matheson for the last three years.

The business scope of Haiwan Foreign Firm is very complicated, ranging from home appliances to food, as well as art auctions, red wine, cigars and other businesses.

But it still made him see something strange, that is, as a Xiangjiang foreign company, it also has a small shipping fleet.

Being close to the sea, there is no problem in starting a business by shipping.

But this fleet only takes the Eastern European route, and there are special passes for Prague and St. Petersburg, and the goods will not be inspected by customs.

The profit margin is also frighteningly high, and there are millions of dollars in return for each voyage.

It's hard not to think about it!

In order to find out, Lin Huaile called the big Ben Bell of Haiwan Foreign Bank. At first, Bell hesitated and remained silent for a long time before revealing the truth.

This is a special route, a special route prepared for the Red Guards.

Everything is silent!
Bell said on the phone that due to the change of ownership of the foreign company, someone will come from Moscow a week later to re-evaluate the prospects for cooperation.

Lin Huaile only said "Got it!" and hung up the phone.

What a hassle!

Picking up today's newspaper, the tabloids vividly exaggerated the shooting incident last night, Lin Huaile grinned, put the newspaper aside, and continued to deal with business.

Meals have to be eaten in one bite, and enemies have to be killed one by one.

The red stick under his hand turned into a white stick. He didn't believe that Wanzhanghong could still sit still and hide in the Kowloon Walled City without coming out. His business was gone. Let's see how long this bastard can hide.

As long as he dares to show his face, let him go to see Lord Yan.

Wan Zhanghong stood at the highest point of the Kowloon Walled City, watching the plane glide into the sky from a height of more than ten meters above the Walled City.

The community covering an area of ​​tens of acres is the Kowloon Walled City, a place of chaos and a world dominated by wicked people.

Dead people and forced prostitution are happening every day.

Residents of the Kowloon Walled City are already numb. After all, from birth to adulthood, people around them are always dragged into the water, or familiar faces suddenly die on the street.

Originally watching airplanes was Wan Zhanghong's favorite thing to do, but he didn't get a good mood after watching the whole day.

I lost so badly!
Where the hero is bleeding, roses bloom.

He just gave Young Master Le a small slap in the face, and he received a thunderous blow from the other party.

It only took one night to break all the red sticks under his hands, which was really a good trick.

If it was an ordinary citizen, the police would definitely handle the case seriously and catch the murderer.

But if it is a dwarf mule, it will become a document in the filing cabinet, and no one will take it seriously.