After hearing Frank's explanation, Malatang immediately closed his mouth and complained in his heart.
It's not so urgent if it's urgent, right?
What on earth does Boss want from me?
I'm just an accountant!
Ten minutes later, Frank drove into a private airport in Pattaya.
Malatang suddenly became frightened. Isn’t this an airport chartered by Shunfeng?
Are you going to courier me to Hong Kong Island?
"No...Frank, this is inappropriate!"
"Boss said to do it as fast as possible! There's no time to explain, let's get on the plane quickly!"
After Frank's car drove into the airport, he did not slow down but continued to accelerate towards an IL-76 parked on the runway. He rushed straight in from the rear door of the aircraft with Malatang's confused eyes.
He hit the brakes after the car stepped onto the gangplank. Don't Touch Me slid forward for a while under the influence of inertia, and finally stopped steadily in the center of the aircraft cargo bay.
Frank quickly pulled Malatang out of the car and walked into the cockpit of the aircraft. He sat in the main seat while Malatang sat in the passenger seat.
After a while of operation, the IL-76 shot straight into the sky, and Frank was relieved.
At this time, Malatang still had a confused expression on his face and asked Frank: "What's going on, so urgent?"
Frank watched the various things on the ground in his field of vision getting smaller and smaller. Only then did he have time to explain: "The Z Fund is about to hit the streets, so the plan is ahead of schedule. You need to apply for the chief accountant immediately."
What?
Malatang almost choked to death.
What is this all about?
Isn’t Z Fund good?
There are only four days until the global pre-order launch conference, so why is this happening all of a sudden?
But since it was ordered by the Boss himself, the plan should be advanced in advance.
"I only know the general plan, but I haven't started to understand the people behind Z Fund. Who are they?"
Frank glanced at him and continued: "Behind the Z Fund are a group of underground forces and consortiums in Western Europe that control most of the underground casinos in Western Europe.
But their chief accountant has just died, but the boss has to ensure that it is issued smoothly, but he can't find a suitable person in Hong Kong Island, so he decided to be you. "
Malatang felt bad after hearing this!
Let's not have such an exciting time and just stick to the plan, okay?
You guys are really not afraid of me jumping on the street if you do this!
Those guys opposite are not soft persimmons!
If everything goes according to plan, everything can be done slowly, but now it's so sudden and I'm not prepared in all aspects!
who I am?
where am I?
I do not want to play!
I want to go home!
After Malatang thought wildly for a while, he made his last effort to Frank: "No, I said that this kind of fund needs at least a godfather-level accountant like Rodyon, right? Can we do it in such a hurry?"
Frank didn't explain much, he just said a simple sentence to him.
"Don't worry, we believe that with your ability, it will be a piece of cake to fool Hu Zhiyong and Zorro. The boss will send you a detailed script in a while. It's still a while before you get to Hong Kong Island, so you should practice it quickly."
. . .
Three hours later, in a villa in the Western District of Hong Kong Island.
Various documents were piled messily on the desk and even a few individual pieces of paper were scattered on the floor. However, the fax machine next to the desk continued to spit out pieces of paper.
Hu Zhiyong's eyes turned red as he looked at the information Zod sent him. This information was from some well-known accountants in the Hong Kong industry.
“This is not good, the external reputation is not good!
This doesn’t work either. Without any black material, it’s hard to pull him off!
This still doesn't work. There is some black material but not much. They are all innocuous and small problems. I don't have enough time to get rid of it! "
He had been staring at this pile of papers for three full hours, his eyes bloodshot, but he still couldn't find anyone he felt was suitable.
In fact, many people are not qualified to take over their predecessor's class, but they don't have enough time.
There are a few classes that he seems to be absolutely qualified to take over from Thompson, but inviting them over would require them to spend a lot of time arranging.
For example, if he contacts the other party for a period of time, then sets up a trap to trap the other party, and then gets the handle, and then steps in to solve the other party's troubles, four days will definitely not be enough.
These people are not without dirt, but they are all minor problems that are innocuous to their personal ethics. Four days is still too short and completely impossible, and the information Zod gave may not be complete.
He didn't believe that all of them were decent men and had not personally obtained money for themselves, but when the incident suddenly happened, Zod had no time to dig up the bottom slowly. Now he could only rely on him to find some clues from these preliminary information, but it seemed like there was no trace. It’s not enough to just bump around like a fly on your head, it’s too inefficient!
Thinking of this, he could only call Zod again: "Don't you have any backup candidates? Or ask your boss and others for help! It is completely impossible for the two of us to find a suitable partner within four days!"
And Zod, who was in the Angel of Dawn, was sweating profusely as he quickly clicked on a row of ranking lists on the computer screen. This was a list he had mobilized all his subordinates to help him sort out, and then he went through a preliminary screening to remove those that had a quick look. Then send the completely unsuitable candidates to Hu Zhiyong.
After hearing Hu Zhiyong's words, Zedd could only smile bitterly: "Hu, there's nothing I can do about it! I messed up the matter. I shouldn't have killed the American in such a hurry. If I let If Boss knows, I won’t have anything to eat!”
Hu Zhiyong became very angry after hearing this, and the anger he had been holding in for almost three hours finally burst out.
"Fuck you! Do you understand the seriousness of the matter? If you report it to your boss now and ask him to help you solve it, the most you will get is a scolding. But what the hell, if the Z Foundation attacks, we will Both of them have to be rich and noble! I was tricked to death by you!
So is that damn American accountant, and so are you. Are you ghosts all so damned? "
Facing Hu Zhiyong's roar, Zedd just smiled bitterly in his heart. Hu Zhiyong was just the person he found to help him handle various external affairs of Z Fund.
The two have a clear division of labor. Hu Zhiyong is responsible for recruiting Xu Huaijing and other official figures and conducting py transactions with people from all walks of life. Zod is responsible for doing the internal accounting of Z Fund. Strictly speaking, he can only be regarded as Hu Zhiyong at best. He is just a big customer, and there is really no superior-subordinate relationship.
Moreover, Hu Zhiyong has done a really good job in the past six months. All external problems on Hong Kong Island have been solved, but such a big problem has arisen within Z Fund, and Zod feels miserable.
In fact, as Hu Zhiyong said, this kind of thing should be told to the boss behind the scenes earlier. It is easy to solve this kind of thing with the other party's energy.
But Zod also has his own selfish motives. He doesn't want to label himself as incompetent in the eyes of his boss.
It's a pity that it's not like the plot of "Anti-Corruption Storm". The godfather of the accounting field, Luo Deyong, went to launder illegal money to earn extra money for his wife's medical expenses. They caught him and had to obey. Now he wants to find a suitable chief executive. It is still very difficult to be an accountant.
Thinking of this, Zod immediately comforted him: "Hu, don't get excited, don't worry, we will look for another day. If there is still no result by tomorrow, I will ask Boss for help."
"Okay! Just one day at a time! Act quickly!" Hu Zhiyong hung up the phone after saying that, and cursed bitterly, "A group of people who have failed to achieve anything and are prone to failure are rushing to the street! After this time, I will never answer the phone again. Gui Lao’s list!”
Hu Zhiyong did have a reason to be angry. He was about to die like this, and he was still beating Xiao Jiujiu in his heart. Are those ghost guys really hopeless?
Annoyed, but the work at hand still had to continue. Hu Zhiyong continued to bury his head in the pile of papers and carefully search for suitable targets.
He didn't believe it yet, they said that if a fly doesn't bite a flawless egg, he can always find one!
