Siheyuan: My Northeastern Farmhouse

Chapter 511 Your Identity
After Gu Weijun cleaned everything, he used his mind to sense a circle. After finding that nothing had slipped through the net, he swept away all the beautiful knives, watches, jewelry and other random money here.

Gasoline collected previously in Indonesia was sprinkled throughout the ballroom from the space.

Standing in the center of the stage, Gu Weijun took out a new cigar, refilled it, and threw the cigar butt on the gasoline in a cool manner.

"Soaring", the beautiful fire swept away and burned fiercely, burying all the sins here!
Gu Weijun's satisfied smile then disappeared.
"Alarm!"

"Alarm!"

"What? There was a fire at the target location?"

"Are the fire brigade out?"

"Okay, we'll rush there right away!"

The New York City police chief who was on duty angrily threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and shouted outside the office: "Is there anyone breathing?"

"Hurry up and pack your things and head out to support Queens!"

"Also, contact the telecommunications department now to check if there are any calls out at Solo Building at night!"

"immediately!"

"By the way, send another pair of decent-looking guys with no skin on their faces, a boy and a girl, to the Solo Building!"

"What?"

"Go and see if anyone on the 18th floor of the Solo Building has been out tonight!"

"damn it!"

"My bonus at the end of the year!"

"Don't you know that as an actor, what you need most is sleep?" Both Jean Seberg and Taylor glared at the police who came to wake them up!

"Dear, what happened?" A rich male voice came from the room.

"Sorry, two beautiful ladies, I just have a latest situation that I need to explain to you two. Is it convenient for us to go in?" The male policeman stretched his neck and looked through the crack in the door!
"Ha, what the hell!"

"You still want to come to my house so late?" Jane Qianbao laughed angrily: "I have remembered the warning signs of both of you!"

"Tomorrow, you guys just wait for our lawyer!"

"boom!"

Jean Seberg closed the door hard.

"Fuck!"

"These damn police, instead of arresting those underground forces, they came to harass us in the middle of the night!"

"Waste of my tax dollars!"

"I have to give them some color!"

"My dear, don't be angry. Anger easily causes wrinkles. Now that we've been woken up, let's continue exercising!"

Gu Weijun held Zhen Qianbao and Taylor affectionately in his arms, and the three of them fell heavily onto the big bed!
"Oh!"

"Oh my god."

All was lost.

The underground dance hall was burned down and only some reinforced concrete was left. Everything that could be burned inside was burned out.
This whimsical underground organization, the powerful underground organization in New York that wanted to take advantage of Pete, the mole, to take over the game arcade business has also disappeared.
When Peter, who was still in the detention center, heard the news, he was so frightened that he peed. There was no need for an interrogation at all. He hurriedly called the police and asked for a confession!

As the saying goes, killing a chicken to scare the monkeys, all the underground forces in New York were stunned by this news.
No one dared to put on airs or play tricks in the game arcade business anymore. They all signed contracts with "Fruit Company" honestly and in accordance with the contract.

Then there will be money every day!

Arcade orders from the entire North American continent flew to "Fruit Company" like snowflakes.

Jane Qianbao was pained and happy. There were so many orders that she sent faxes to the Ministry of Foreign Trade and the radio factory in Beijing, China, almost every day, asking for more supplies.

But the current domestic production is so poor that we can only provide 1000 units a month?
How does this work?
How could I watch money slipping through my fingers.

In April, she couldn't wait for the opening of the Canton Fair, so she flew to the capital and made a direct request to the head of the other party: "Dear Mr. Fang."

"Here is a check for 500 million US dollars!" "If you can't give me a reply within one month!"

"Then I'm sorry, I can only give this money to Texas Instruments in the United States and ask them to provide me with enough game arcade machines."

Chief Fang looked stern, "Ms. Zhen, please don't worry!"

"Please stay in the capital for a few days. I will contact the relevant departments immediately to negotiate a solution!"

"Please give me a little more time and a little more patience."

"Besides, does Comrade Gu Weijun know about this matter?"

"Mr. Fang," Jane Qianbao put enough pressure on Director Fang, "I am the one who talks about this company!"

Gu Weijun is already enjoying his family life in Xiangjiang, wearing sunglasses, chewing a cigar, and watching horse racing with his children.

"Dad, look, that's my horse!"

"How fast it runs."

".Oh, but the jockey seems a bit heavy."

Jiang Wanhua was finally pregnant, showing her motherly love. She slowly entered the box and spoke gently to her two sons: "Frederick and Henry, winning or losing is not important to us. What matters is participation."

"Weijun, Mr. Huo and Mr. Bao are waiting for you in the box next to them."

"Let's go, Constance, let's meet Mr. King of Chinese Ships in the World."

In another box, Mr. Huo and Mr. Bao were watching the horse racing through binoculars while chatting with Gu Weijun and others, "Old Huo, what is the origin of this group of people?"

"Jiang Wanhua was a former student of Tsinghua University in Mainland China. He came to the United States from the Mainland ten years ago, and then last year he became the chairman of the largest Chinese-owned real estate company in Hong Kong."

"And this real estate company turned out to be owned by a French woman, a member of the Grace family."

"Oh, now the largest textile and clothing factories in Xiangjiang are all owned by her, but some are in cooperation with Chen Tinghua, and some are owned by herself."

"That's all I could find."

"Well, let's wait and see what happens."

After the waiter knocked on the door and reported, the two looked at each other and Mr. Huo said: "Invite them in."

As soon as Gu Weijun and others came in, Mr. Huo and Mr. Bao's pupils shrank almost at the same time. The leader was obviously a man with yellow skin, and he looked like he was 100% Chinese when he walked.

"Hello, Mr. Huo, Mr. Bao!"

"I'm Gu Weijun."

Gu Weijun smiled with eight white teeth, took the initiative to introduce himself and extended his hand.

"Oh, oh, hello, Mr. Gu Weijun."

"Please take a seat."

"Ms. Constance, Ms. Jiang, please take a seat."

"Waiter, bring me the Romanée-Conti that I have here."

As soon as everyone sat down, Mr. Huo ordered the waiter to bring over the good wine he had saved.

After a brief chat, Gu Weijun directly stated his intention: "Mr. Bao," pointing at Constance, "Ms. Grace has two ideas: first, she wants to invest in Universal Group and become your partner;"

"Second, I hope to order ships from the mainland through your Global Group."

"Of course, Constance is responsible for the funding of the ship, but we hope that the subsequent operation will be through Universal Group."

"After all, she has no experience in shipping either."

Mr. Bao did not make a decision immediately, but kept his eyes wandering on Gu Weijun and Constance.

After a while, he asked: "Mr. Gu, could you please tell me your identity?"

(End of this chapter)