Kuang Biao: Gao Qiqiang calls me the Godfather of Jinghai

The task was a simple one, but the result was a failure.

Such a simple task can earn you 10,000 achievement points?

Zhang Yaoyang felt that the task was a bit too easy.

Now Meng Yu already has photos of the slaughter of dead pigs, and the only thing left is to let the newspaper expose it.

After Meng Dehai and Cui Xiao'e came back, Meng Dehai looked at the photos of the dead pigs, and his face was very ugly.

"If it were twenty years ago, these guys could be arrested and shot directly."

Meng Dehai said angrily.

Meng Dehai was angry for a reason.

When Meng Dehai was young, he was also an educated youth and caught up with the up-to-the-countryside movement.

At that time, a dead pig was dragged away and buried in the production team.

Two educated youths wanted to eat meat so much that they dug out the pigs at night and cooked the pork.

As a result, the two educated youths vomited and had diarrhea that night, which led to pulmonary edema.

Later, due to poor medical conditions, rescue was ineffective and they died.

Meng Dehai knew exactly how harmful dead pigs were.

The toxins in dead pigs were highly toxic and could cause special lesions and symptoms. Moreover, the toxins were stable and heat-resistant and were not easily destroyed by heating.

Zhang Yaoyang drank tea silently.

Meng Yu worriedly said, "I wonder if this is just the tip of the iceberg."

"Yaoyang, what do you think?" Meng Yu looked at Zhang Yaoyang.

Zhang Yaoyang nodded slightly, "When there is a cockroach in the house, there must be more than one."

"Sure enough, you think so too." Meng Yu said to Meng Dehai; "Dad, this matter must be thoroughly investigated."

Meng Dehai said: "I will report this matter to the Municipal Party Committee."

"Okay, stop chatting and get ready for dinner." Cui Xiao'e invited Zhang Yaoyang and others to the restaurant.

As soon as they sat down, Cui Xiao'e said to Zhang Yaoyang: "Xiao Zhang, are you free next Friday night?"

Zhang Yaoyang replied: "Nothing to do on Friday night."

Cui Xiao'e said: "Meng Yu's uncle will come to our house on Friday. He likes the dumplings I make very much. Don't you like to eat my dumplings too?"

"Then I'm lucky." Zhang Yaoyang said with a smile.

...

The next day.

Meng Yu took the initiative to find Wei Hua: "Editor-in-chief, is my manuscript ready?"

Wei Hua looked at Meng Yu and said embarrassedly, "There are a lot of things to do, and the manuscript is not finished yet."

After speaking, Wei Hua pointed to the documents on the table.

As the editor-in-chief, it happened to be Monday, so it was reasonable to be busy.

Meng Yu said, "Then I'll wait until you finish your work."

Watching Meng Yu leave the office, Wei Hua shook his head.

It was ironic to think about him.

He was obviously the editor-in-chief, but he had to find a reason to deal with a new reporter who had just joined the company.

If it were any other reporter, Wei Hua would have torn up the manuscript and thrown it into the trash can.

But Meng Yu's father was Meng Dehai.

He had to give Meng Dehai face.

In order to make Meng Yu forget about this matter.

Wei Hua arranged another interview for Meng Yu.

It was a job to secretly investigate the gutter oil in Jinghai Restaurant.

Meng Yu didn't think much about it, so he happily accepted the job and went out for a secret investigation.

…

The next day, when Meng Yu walked into the editor-in-chief's office, Wei Hua was reading a martial arts novel.

Meng Yu asked Wei Hua: "Editor-in-chief, is my manuscript ready?"

Wei Hua was startled by Meng Yu's voice. He quickly covered the novel with a document and coughed twice: "It has been proofread and will be published tomorrow."

"Great, thank you editor-in-chief."

Meng Yu left the editor-in-chief's office happily without thinking much, and she sent a text message to Zhang Yaoyang.

Meng Yu: The news of the dead pigs will be published in the newspaper tomorrow.

At this time, Zhang Yaoyang was in Bai Jinhan's office, and he was talking to Zheng Jianliang.

While pouring tea for Zheng Jianliang, Zhang Yaoyang asked: "Old Zheng, I plan to transfer a sum of money to the United States. Do you have any more cost-effective way to help me?"

Zheng Jianliang looked at Zhang Yaoyang and thought, he shouldn't be running away, right?

Zhang Yaoyang borrowed so much money from Jinghai Bank.

If Zhang Yaoyang ran away, Zheng Jianliang would be finished.

Because the loans were all approved by him.

Although he felt a little uneasy, Zheng Jianliang still replied; "Generally, funds are transferred through domestic deposits and foreign loans, or domestic guarantees and foreign loans. Of course, there are also some gray methods among the people, which are faster."

The so-called domestic deposits and foreign loans, in layman's terms, is to deposit a sum of money in a bank in China, and then obtain a loan from a foreign bank. In actual operation, the procedures for domestic deposits and foreign loans are relatively cumbersome, with handling fees,

The loan interest rate is relatively high.

Domestic guarantees and foreign loans are similar. Banks in China provide guarantees for enterprises, and foreign banks provide corresponding loans to enterprises that invest overseas.

As for gray methods, the simplest is to find underground banks to launder money. They will have N ways to help customers transfer assets.

"The fees of underground banks are too high, and I'm not in such a hurry."

Zhang Yaoyang thinks it's unnecessary, and he is not going to run away.

He just wants to save money, and at the same time, to get the funds overseas more smoothly.

Zheng Jianliang is in the banking system and is professional in finance. Zhang Yaoyang will refer to his suggestions.

"Is there any unusual one with lower fees?" Zhang Yaoyang said to Zheng Jianliang.

Hundreds of millions of funds, even if the interest rate is a few points, is not a small amount.

Listening to Zhang Yaoyang's tone, it seems that he is not going to run away.

Zheng Jianliang smiled and nodded: "Yes."

He understands what Zhang Yaoyang means.

Every year, Zheng Jianliang's classmates will handle a lot of such business on behalf of him.

Zheng Jianliang replied: "You can find someone to help you register a company in the Cayman Islands, and then control the domestic company by setting up a subsidiary in Hong Kong. The company in the Cayman Islands will obtain control of domestic assets through acquisitions, equity swaps, etc., and then transfer the money overseas through dividends."

Zhang Yaoyang asked: "Old Zheng, do you know anyone who can do agency? Introduce one to me."

"This is his business card." Zheng Jianliang took out his classmate's business card from his bag and handed it to Zhang Yaoyang.

"Okay, I'll contact him later."

Zhang Yaoyang put away the business card. He knew that Zheng Jianliang would definitely get some money from the agency.

After sending Zheng Jianliang away, Zhang Yaoyang replied to Meng Yu: Congratulations, you can finally punish these people severely.

Meng Yu quickly replied: I also notified the master, he is happier than me.

Zhang Yaoyang replied: Let's celebrate tonight.

Meng Yu: I'll treat you tonight, you are not allowed to compete with me.

Zhang Yaoyang: OK, beer and barbecue.

Meng Yu: I'll keep you company until the end.

…

Last night, I had a beer and skewers with Zhang Yaoyang at the snack street. When I woke up this morning, Meng Yu had already slept late.

When Meng Yu arrived at the restaurant, Meng Dehai had already had breakfast and was reading the newspaper.

Meng Yu suddenly remembered her manuscript, so she smiled and asked Meng Dehai: "Comrade Meng, how is my manuscript?"

"What manuscript?" Meng Dehai asked in confusion.

"The manuscript about the dead pig, published today."

Meng Yu took the newspaper and was about to find the news when she found that her manuscript was not there at all.

She felt like she was being fooled.