"Yes, Z Fund is indeed laundering money." Facing the reporter's question, Hu Zhiyong calmly pointed his finger at Luo Deyong, asking the big accountant to answer the reporter's question.
Luo Luo Yong is the auditor of Z Fund and also a party to the case. It is obviously the best solution for him to answer reporters' questions head-on.
According to Hu Zhiyong's vision, now that Huang Wenbin has released Luo Yong without charge and Accountant Luo has accepted another 50 million from him, he should cooperate obediently. Unexpectedly, Luo Deyong made a shocking statement. Sitting on the seat to the right of Hu Zhiyong, he publicly admitted the fact of money laundering.
"What!"
"Luo Luo Yong personally admitted to money laundering?"
The reporters present looked stunned, and their first reaction was to pick their ears, suspecting that they had heard Luo Yong's answer incorrectly...
But the expressions of everyone present and the shocked eyes of Hu Zhiyong all explained Luo Zhiyong's answer.
Wow.
The flashbulbs and exclamations at the scene were mixed. Hu Zhiyong, who was on the chairman's seat, explained loudly: "Everyone, please be patient. Mr. Luo's actions and remarks have nothing to do with the Z Fund."
"His remarks are neither true nor representative of Z Fund."
"Security, security, come here and take him down now!"
Hu Zhiyong went from being calm before to roaring later.
When he shouted the last sentence, he was pointing his finger at Luo Yong and yelling curses.
"hehe."
Luo Luo Yong felt the spit on his face and looked at Hu Zhiyong quietly as if he were a dead man.
Click, click, click. Just as four security guards rushed to the stage, a group of investigators in suits strode into the venue and pressed forward step by step.
"Mr. Hu Zhiyong, I am the Chief Investigation Director of the Independent Commission Against Corruption, 'Luk Zhilian'."
"You are suspected of multiple crimes such as bribery, murder, and money laundering."
"We now have you officially under arrest."
Lu Zhilian, together with four members of the investigation team, stood in the audience, presented the arrest warrant, and shouted loudly to the stage.
Boom, boom. The appearance of the Independent Commission Against Corruption seemed to push a big drama to the forefront, completely confirming the crimes of the "Z Fund". Reporters have turned their cameras on the ICAC investigation team. Recording this scene on camera will definitely make big news.
"..."
Hu Zhiyong was sitting on the chairman's seat. When he saw the arrest warrant in Lu Zhilian's hand, he was suddenly startled. He opened the seat next to him and wanted to rush to the backstage.
He knew that the Independent Commission Against Corruption already had "irrefutable evidence". Otherwise, the court would not have issued an arrest warrant to the Independent Commission Against Corruption, and Lu Zhilian would not have come to arrest people in such a high-profile manner.
If you don’t run now, I’m afraid you won’t be able to run away in the future.
The reporters in the audience were in an uproar when they saw Hu Zhiyong escaping in embarrassment and pressed the shutter of their cameras one after another.
Lu Zhilian did not draw his gun, but stepped on the spot, stretched out his long legs, and rushed to the stage quickly. Neither early nor late, he was right in front of Hu Zhiyong.
"Um?"
Hu Zhiyong looked nervous and instinctively wanted to punch someone. But he is a wealthy businessman who usually plays in finance. He doesn't even know how to box. How can he fight with Lu Zhilian?
Lu Zhilian raised his calf and kicked Hu Zhiyong in the abdomen, sending him flying two meters.
boom.
A chair was knocked over, causing the fund manager next to him to jump up in shock, with a cold sweat breaking out from behind.
"All down! All down!"
Anda took the other team members and rushed to the podium. One person pulled out a pistol from his waist to stir up the formation, and the remaining team members took out handcuffs and handcuffed Luo Deyong, You Zixin and others together.
Lu Zhilian squatted on the ground, handcuffed Hu Zhiyong, held his arms with both hands and said with a smile, "Excuse me, Mr. Hu."
"You'd better be polite."
Hu Zhiyong turned around and glared at Lu Zhilian, lowered his head and walked towards the door of the venue.
The reporters looked at all the people who were still standing on the podium and were now prisoners taken away by icac. Instead of being afraid, the reporters looked very excited.
The faces of the Z Fund investors were so dark that they were dripping with tears.
They know that Z Fund, which has a high and stable return rate, may not be stable anymore.
When Hu Zhiyong walked to the door of the venue, a middle-aged man in a blue suit held a mobile phone and made a call while walking towards the venue.
The moment Chen Zhan's eyes met Hu Zhiyong's, he said to the other end of the phone: "Yeah, Yingying, it's me, Uncle Zhan."
"Have you received the red bean paste cake I sent you? Yes, Xiaoyang likes this cake the most, so I will ask my subordinate to bring it to you in San Francisco."
Hu Zhiyong's face froze and became obviously ugly.
Because "Yingying" is his wife's name, and "Xiaoyang" is his son's name. Chen Zhan appears here now, not to help him, but to warn him...
Hu Zhiyong silently put away his expression, already knowing in his heart why "Luo Luo Yong" jumped back and why icac had evidence.
That's because there are people behind him who want to get rid of him and are advising him not to talk nonsense.
…
Happy Valley.
Among the racecourse.
Six horses of different colors and numbers are galloping on the track.
The riders lay prone on the back of the horse, holding the saddle with their legs, holding the horse's rope, showing a high level of riding skills.
"No. 13! No. 13!"
"Number 16!"
"24th……"
Tens of thousands of horse racing spectators, holding lottery tickets in their hands, stood in front of their seats and raised their arms and shouted. Fanatic shouts, like landslides and tsunamis, echoed over the racecourse.
The gap between several "horse kings" that performed well was very small.
In the second half of the race, the ranking of the knights began to change, which continued to affect the desire of horse-buying audiences.
As the only legal gambling in Hong Kong, the Hong Kong Jockey Club is a non-profit-making horse racing club and charity.
It specializes in horse racing and has six-color, football, gambling and other entertainment projects.
The amount of annual charitable donations is the third largest organization and institution in Hong Kong after only the Yihui Group and the Charity Fund.
Liu Baoqiang held a horse racing lottery ticket in his hand, accompanied by a pretty girl, who was shouting "No. 13" for the horse racing.
"Hi."
As a brown horse crossed the finish line first, the knight in yellow clothing on the horse raised his arms with an excited smile on his face.
The audience in the venue immediately divided into two groups. One group threw away the lottery tickets helplessly, while the other group shouted excitedly, and finally converged into the same number.
"13,13."
"Hit it."
Liu Aibi stepped forward to give her brother a hug, and jumped onto her seat excitedly and shouted.
Based on the Jockey Club's multiplier today on the 13th, the two of them bet five thousand and two thousand respectively, so they won fifteen thousand and six thousand, making a small fortune.
"hehe."
Liu Baoqiang handed the lottery ticket to his sister with a smile, and a familiar figure suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"Little sister, take your ticket and redeem the prize."
"I'm going to the bathroom and I'll come find you later."
He actually saw a familiar pickpocket in the crowd, stealing with a knife.
Liu Aibi took the ticket, nodded innocently, then turned around and followed others to claim her prize.
Because my brother was doing well in the police force, he even followed a very wealthy boss. So now Liu Baoqiang's family is living a good life, and his sister also listened to her brother's words, resigned from the bar, and went to college again. Currently, I haven't graduated from my senior year, so I can barely be considered a xué shēng mèi.
I don’t have any hobbies at ordinary times, I just love eating sweets.
Liu Baoqiang turned sideways and stepped forward against the crowd, sneaking up behind the pickpocket and holding down his shoulders.
"Dry."
The pickpocket cursed secretly and thrust the knife into Liu Baoqiang with his backhand.
"Um?"
Liu Baoqiang pushed away the crowd with his arms, took two steps back, and dodged the blade in front of him.
"Spread out! Spread out!"
After seeing the face of the person opposite, the pickpocket immediately jumped on the chair and ran away in a hurry.
"Huh?" The surrounding citizens saw the knife wielded by the pickpocket and did not dare to step forward to stop him.
Only Liu Baoqiang stared closely at his back, quickly shuttled through the crowd, still chasing after him.
This pickpocket was originally a horse boy from Dongxing. He not only likes to steal, but also likes to smoke. He often cheated and smoked, and he was caught by the police station clerk many times. He was considered a regular customer of the police station.
Not only does he know the other person, the other person also knows him.
The two of them chased each other and ran away, jumping through an exit passage of the racecourse at the same time.
Liu Baoqiang suddenly came to his senses, stopped in his tracks, and yelled: "Raise your hands! Otherwise we'll fire!"
"Hands up!"
The pickpocket running in front quickly stood up, turned around with his hands raised, and responded with a sad face: "Sir Liu, Sir Liu, don't fire the gun."
"I have some powerful information for you, please don't arrest me, okay?"
A pickpocket like him who likes to smoke is never afraid of going to jail, he is just afraid of not having anything to smoke. If we capture him in Stanley, wouldn't it cost his life?
In order not to go in, he dared to say anything outside.
However, he didn't expect that as soon as he turned around, he was greeted by a flying kick from Sir Liu.
boom.
After Liu Baoqiang kicked the man to the ground, he took out the handcuffs and cuffed him first before asking: "What material? Let's talk about it first."
…
Three minutes ago.
Jockey Club Trading Center.
In a building located in Happy Valley, the "World Cup" football match is being played on the big screen.
As the trading manager, Deng Zhaohong is leading a trading team responsible for controlling the entire trading situation.
In his sight, the originally 0-0 game, with a big pass from the home team, put the away team into a passive state about to lose the ball.
Anyone with a keen eye for football knows that it is difficult for the visiting team's central defender to return to defense. If the goalkeeper cannot make a contribution, the away team will have a high probability of conceding the ball.
"Dangerous attack on the plate! 40 yards!"
“The three largest casinos in the UK are closed.”
As the leader of the trading team, Deng Zhaohong's responsibility is to control risks. Since this game is an unpopular home game in autumn and winter, the away game is a popular team. Therefore, far more people buy away games than buy home games.
At this time, Deng Zhaohong's best choice is to close the market immediately so that the casino loses less money and maintains a balanced state. But he tapped his fingers lightly on the desk and did not do so.
"A lot of big companies have come in, 35 million."
Another trader issued an early warning in the earphone, and soon after, another trader sent the news that all Asia was closed.
Deng Zhaohong made a decisive decision: "Closed!"
