Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

Jade is not cut, not a device.

The shattered jade, that can only be said, it cannot be made into a tool.

Knowing that Shen Jiannan had harmed his daughter that night, Song Jun really wanted to let people throw this boy into the Huangpu River to feed the fish, but after thinking about it, he decided to polish the bastard.

Otherwise...what can I do.

Who knows, as soon as he meets that **** speaks, can he give him the two hundred thousand.

Finally, there is a special sentence: I used to make you look down on, but you can't afford the later me!

Trapped in the seat of the sofa, Song Jun couldn't help but recalled the first meeting on that stormy day...

For the club, Shen Jiannan has always been contemptuous. Forcing a good for prostitution, **** and looting, murder and arson, inducing drugs, drug trafficking, it can be said that there is no evil. Especially the Chinese organizations outside the mainland, although the original intention and slogan were to keep a group for warmth and protect and help each other, they did not do what they did.

These associations were the first to oppress compatriots who left the mainland, and these associations were the first to oppress compatriots from thousands of miles away.

Just like Hong Kong, when societies oppress Hong Kong people, oppress compatriots from the mainland to Hong Kong, consume the people's anointing, and rob their compatriots for their hard-earned money, they are fiercely fierce, but when they confront the British, they are more persuaded than anyone else.

Of course, perhaps, as Lian Kun once said, without the support of the imperial spirit, the society simply cannot develop. For the survival of the society, everything must be done.

Because the so-called honest government is just a cloak for legal robbery and secretly collecting money. For example, the honest government officials are always Chinese, but they have nothing to do with the British. In order to develop and grow, an association must also receive legal and military support, and must compromise with the British.

People have guns in their hands, armed forces, and societies who don't compromise, how can they survive?

However, the colonial robbery by foreigners is still covered with a skin, and it seems to be gentle. The organizations that call for mutual help, brothers, and defense of the country are more fierce than another.

This phenomenon did not gradually converge until after 97, and then slowly changed.

Not to mention the 1990s, even 30 years later, the Chinese who went to work overseas were often exploited and oppressed by factories and restaurants with corporate backgrounds. The irony is that foreign media sometimes can't stand it. Why? The Chinese are a disadvantaged group, and it is the Chinese themselves who like to oppress the Chinese the most.

He has witnessed, experienced, and understood, so Shen Jiannan has always had no good impressions of organizations, and organizations that yell at the strong to help the weak, eliminate violence, and help each other.

But Hongmen Zhijuan is one of the exceptions.

In 1911, the Huanghuagang Uprising failed, and the Union League urgently needed US$150,000. The Situ Meitang of Hongmenzhi Court, stupefied by mortgaged the four court buildings in Toronto, Vancouver and Victoria, Canada, and raised the funds for emergency. In 1925, Situ Meitang developed Hongmen Zhigongtang to form Zhigongtang. Since then, it has become a political force that cannot be ignored, striving for a bit of tolerance and warmth for the survival of Chinese in America.

After the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, Situ Meitang was 70 years old at this time, but still worked more than ten hours a day, and everywhere appealed for donations to support China's Anti-Japanese War. In the Central Ring of the War of Resistance for more than ten years, he raised a total of more than 14 million US dollars, adding an indelible force to China's victory.

To help the strong and the weak, to eliminate violence, to help each other, protect the family and the country, love the country, love the nation, and resist foreign aggression.

Hongmen went to court and proved with actions that they did it.

Honolulu, touch anablvd.

Shen Jiannan, holding a pair of sunglasses, stopped at the door of a bank, smoking a cigarette, and looked at the surrounding American police forces with interest.

From the moment he got off the plane to Honolulu, he found that undercurrents were surging around, and the always lazy American police force was waiting like a big enemy. He touched the anablvd road and came all the way, and he was stared by several eyes. There were seven or eight armed policemen with live ammunition.

When have the American police been so diligent and dedicated?

"Boss. Seeing that guy is not there, I dare to bet with you, he must be an FBI agent."

Marat Savage glanced not far away and motioned Shen Jiannan to look at a middle-aged man holding a newspaper.

About 1.75 meters, moderately fat, with a common 37-point head, and wearing an ordinary gray suit. At first glance, there is nothing surprising, and it is completely a passerby.

But Shen Jiannan believes in the judgment of Marat Savage.

The one who knows himself best is always your enemy. As a former KGB lieutenant colonel, if Peng Er can't even see the FBI, he would have been fired by the KGB a long time ago, or he would have died long before no one knew. street.

Peng San, who was on the side, had already felt something was wrong. Hearing Peng Er talking about the FBI, he couldn't help frowning deeply.

He can clearly feel that there are police officers all around, both brightly and secretly. Now even the FBI is here, which is not a good phenomenon. Without him, judging from the core area radiated by the bright and dark posts, the central location is probably the target they are going to this time, Zhoushan Hall. The U.S. police force and special agents appear in all likelihood because of the courtship meeting.

"Jiannan. Are these policemen getting enough to eat? Isn't it just a plea meeting, why are they so nervous?"

"If you know that Roosevelt was also the younger brother of Brother Hongmen before, you know why they are so nervous."

"Roosevelt? Who is this guy?"

Seeing Peng San's surprised look, Peng Er's face showed a strange look.

"Peng. Are you sure, you used to be a college teacher?"

"Of course, I teach sports."

"Okay. I see. Franklin Delano Roosevelt, former President of the United States."

"..."

Peng San was dumbfounded and took out a dollar.

"You mean this stuff?"

"God. You are really a physical education teacher, this is Benjamin Franklin."

"..."

hiss--

In the nutritious exchange between the two, Shen Jiannan accurately bounced the cigarette **** in his hand into a trash can not far away, and walked towards Zhoushan Hall not far away. Perhaps it was because of the evil taste, or it was obsessed with the FBI's pursuit of the past, and walked in front of the middle-aged man holding the newspaper, and the man stopped.

"Hello sir."

Steven Schiff has been paying attention to Shen Jiannan and his party for a long time, and the Chinese faces of several people. As soon as he touched anablvd, he received the message from the communicator. But he did not expect that the target person would come over directly and greet him.

With a shiver holding the newspaper in his hand, Stephen Schiff reflexively wanted to touch the gun hanging from his waist.

But in the end, he didn't touch it.

I don't know when a hand has been placed on his shoulder, that simple face is harmless to humans and animals, but the strength of the arm is terrifying and incredible.

"Hey, buddy. Take it easy."

Tang Dunhou said bitingly.

"Schiff, what's the situation with you?"

In the intercom, a colleague who noticed something was wrong, immediately asked.

Stephen Schiff did not rush to answer. Good training gave him a strong ability to react and judge. After realizing that the opponent was not malicious, he relaxed a little. Looking at Shen Jiannan, who was obviously the leader, he tried to squeeze out one. A kind smile.

"Hello, can I help you?"

"Oh. That's it, I wonder if you can lend me your leather shoes?"

Stephen Schiff looked dumbfounded, he looked at Shen Jiannan's expensive leather shoes, his brain couldn't keep up.

"Water?"

Snapped!

Shen Jiannan snapped his fingers, and Peng Er understood, took out a stack of dollars from his pocket, and handed it to Stephen Schiff.

Humiliation, naked humiliation.

Steven Schiff was deeply irritated. He was an FBI agent anyway, how could he be subjected to such insults.

"FucK. What the **** are you doing?"

"..."

Five minutes later, Peng Er clutched his nose and threw a pair of leather shoes into the trash can, leaving only Stephen Schiff standing on the spot barefoot.

Ding Ding Ding-

The voice of the phone rang suddenly, and Stephen Schiff pressed the communication button of the phone as if dreaming.

"Schiff, what the **** are you doing?"

"Oh. Nothing. That gentleman, you need a pair of leather shoes."

"Water? That's it?"

"Yes. He needs help."

"But I saw that they threw your leather shoes in the trash can. Damn, what the **** are you doing."

"I don't want to be like this either, but..."

"But what? They threatened you?"

"No! I do it voluntarily."

"..."

Crossing an intersection, passing a convenience store, and then walking more than fifty meters past a building, a few people arrived at the main hall of Hongmen Zhigong Hall in Honolulu.

As the earliest court in the Americas and one of the largest in the Americas, the court in Honolulu is not as domineering and luxurious as imagined.

The three-story building has been eroded by time and is submerged in the signs of restaurants and mahjong halls.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that this place raised more than 10 million U.S. dollars for China's war of resistance 50 years ago, and has donated a lot of money to China's major universities and institutions every year.

It hasn't been until July 25, but the smell of martial law can be felt all around. Whether it is the US police or Hongmen Kunzhong, they are obviously waiting.

Two young men with short hair and black tunic suits stood at the door with their eyes like torches. When Shen Jiannan and his party approached, they inadvertently glanced at Peng Er and Akhmetov who were behind Shen Jiannan.

With a smile on Peng San's face, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, and greeted the two with a unique meeting ceremony.

"Brother. I am Peng San from Hong Kong Yunji. This is my invitation letter."

Chinese cigarettes.

The red packaging made people feel very cordial, and the guards of the two people standing at the door were suddenly dissipated.

After receiving the cigarette, UU read www.uukanshu.com and checked Peng San's invitation letter, and one person returned the invitation letter to Peng San in kind gestures.

"Third brother, please come inside. There is a fraternity arrangement upstairs. There have been many people coming over the past two days. I hope third brother can understand."

"No matter where they are, they are all brothers. If you have something, you need to take care of them."

"Three brothers are polite."

After receiving the invitation letter, Peng San was going to go inside, but just two steps were found to be wrong. The two people who were still smiling just now stretched out their hands and held Shen Jiannan and his party.

"Brother. These are my brothers, can't they be brought in?"

"Third brother, sorry. Everyone can go in, but this brother, I'm afraid I can't."

"..."