Prosperity: Conquering Billions of Gambling Kings

Chapter 82 Why do you want to kill me?

At this moment, the dozen or so workers who escorted the cargo ship to Suzhou yesterday were left standing here. Everyone looked cautious, but they all had a clear conscience.

"See clearly, is the person I want among them?" Tan Zhao said coldly with his hands in his pockets.

The waiter took a step forward and walked past a dozen people one by one.

When passing by Gu Huaian, the pupils shrank visibly and violently, and then his gaze quickly passed by.

As if nothing had happened.

When the shop waiter walked over, Gu Huai'an's tensed fingers gradually loosened.

Walking to the penultimate man, the shop clerk stopped, looked at the strange but well-featured man in front of him, looked back at Tan Zhao, and said dully, "Mr. Tan, it was him last night..."

As soon as his face turned cold, Tan Zhao just gave a look, and some of his subordinates came up to lead the identified man out of the crowd.

"No, Mr. Tan, it's not me—"

The man's arms were restrained, and he suddenly struggled vigorously and shouted.

"Mr. Tan, it's really not me—"

"I didn't kill anyone! I don't know anything—"

The sharp shout disturbed Tan Zhao, he picked out his ears with his slender fingers, and ordered coldly, "Drag on, bring him back to the hall."

"Yes, sir."

Several people immediately carried the identified man and left.

"It's not me! It's really not me!"

"Mr. Tan, I didn't kill—"

"Why do you want to kill me? Why?"

The man was dragged forward, while struggling to turn his head back, he looked at the waiter with miserable eyes and screamed loudly.

The waiter lowered his head, closed his eyes, and didn't dare to look around.

The people on the pier soon dispersed.

After a few days, Jiang Zuo notified Rong Chen of the incident on the pier.

"Fourth Lord, the incident on the pier was over last time. The waiter in the restaurant pointed out the murderer. Mr. Tan took him back to the hall, and he died within one night. He refused to admit that he killed someone... ..."

Rong Chen sat on a chair carved with nanmu, his hands and fingers intertwined, and his bushy eyebrows were slightly raised.

"Forget it, since the matter is over, let him go." Although he was a little puzzled in his heart, Rong Chen didn't bother to check it out anymore, he had more important things at hand.

The small newspapers in Shanghai began to spread the news that the chairman of the Bank of East Asia was hoarding opium, and there were many discussions in the streets and alleys. Some patriots and Chinese businessmen also began to refuse to do business with the Bank of East Asia. It became a scene of desolate traffic and few horses in front of the door.

"Mr. Gu, this is the part you deserve."

The inner room in the backyard of the Bank of East Asia.

Hojo Kanan gently pushed a check in front of Gu Huaian.

The check was placed on the table, and when Gu Huaian's fingertips touched the thin piece of paper, he felt a twinge of comfort in his chest.

In this way, he sold his personality and dignity for money.

So much so that later, he thought about it many times, if he could do it all over again, he would never go on this road of no return.

"With this amount of money, Mr. Gu can completely start his own business. There is no need to be a coolie on the dock, and he has to look at other people's faces. What do you think?" Hojo Kanan looked at him with a smile, "I know several Japanese companies. The owner of the firm specializes in the business of some in-demand commodities. As you know, this is a troubled time, as long as you find the right way, business is not so difficult."

(End of this chapter)