Huang Sheng, I think this 100 million Hong Kong dollars should be your fund account in Tianze Securities, right? "
"Look carefully, it should be 103.6 million, HKD 8672."
"Huang Sheng, is this correct?"
"Apocalypse" stood next to the sculpture of Golden Bauhinia with a calm demeanor, not worried at all that the police would arrest anyone.
Seeing that Sir Li and Uncle Tong were still sitting calmly in their seats, he opened the envelope he had just "borrowed" from the audience and took out a one-meter-wide check board from it.
This type of check board is usually a prop used when collecting prizes and drawing lottery tickets.
It does not represent real money, it just shows the amount for everyone to see.
I saw "Tianze Securities" written on the top of the check board, and a series of nine-digit numbers in the middle. It was Huang Shitong's money fund account in Tianze Securities. On the account was his uncle's pension of more than 100 million.
Even the old man's pension is touched, why is He Shangsheng eating shit!
Li Shaoze sat in the audience, gritting his teeth secretly, ready to beat someone up.
Facing the reporters' cameras, Huang Shitong nodded without a smile, saying that it was indeed his fund account.
This time it attracted the curiosity of the audience even more.
The magician shrugged his shoulders, walked to the light next to him with the check board, and said: "NO, in fact, seeing is not necessarily believing. Sometimes what you see is not necessarily true."
"For example, numbers..."
"Apocalypse" stood under the lights with the check board, holding it high and pointing the numbers toward the audience. The audience did not need to stand on tiptoes to see clearly that the number on the check board suddenly changed and decreased by 100,000 Hong Kong dollars.
It looks like a lot, but it's actually just a six-digit number. With a slight turn, it changes from the original six to five.
Where did the 100,000 Hong Kong dollars go?
When the audience was puzzled, "Apocalypse" put down the cardboard, took the initiative to reach out and pointed to a woman in the audience area: "Ms. Chen, your surname is Chen, right?"
"Please put the back of your mobile phone on the inside page of the invitation letter. I also ask all the audience members who have invitation letters to put the back of their mobile phones on the inside page of the invitation letter."
A Ms. Chen stood up in the audience area, wearing a long red dress, nodded and acknowledged her name.
Other spectators who received the invitation letter were just like her. After receiving the magician's instructions, they were full of great expectations and followed the magician's instructions one after another. Place the back of your phone against the inside page of the invitation and use the temperature generated by the phone to change the numbers generated on the inside page.
Not long after, "Apocalypse" clapped his hands and said to Miss Chen: "Ms. Chen, you can put your phone away and look at the numbers on your phone again."
"Apocalypse" did not allow other viewers to open it together. The other viewers could only hold back their thoughts and look at Miss Chen in front of them.
"One hundred thousand, there's an extra one hundred thousand in my bank account!"
Miss Chen ignored the stilettos under her ankles and held the inner pages of the invitation, jumping excitedly on the spot.
The magician in the middle of the square smiled slightly, raised his check board high and said loudly: "I'm sorry, I didn't tell everyone."
"Every audience member who received an invitation today is not random."
"They all have one characteristic, that is, they were victims of the 1973 stock market crash and the 1995 financial crisis."
"Each of you has relatives at home who jumped from buildings, took medicine, or borrowed loan sharks to death."
The numbers on the check board quickly decreased one by one under the light...
One hundred thousand... one million... ten million...
The magician's voice also evoked tragic memories in the hearts of the audience.
They covered their mouths, with tears in their eyes, and stared blankly at the middle of the field, suddenly feeling that the body had become taller and majestic.
Finally, the numbers on the board had returned to zero. The magician named "Apocalypse" finally threw out the check board in his hand and shouted to the audience: "Whether it is the stock market crash of 1973 or the financial crisis of 1995! The injured are always the citizens. Not the capitalists who live in mansions!”
"They even made a lot of money from the two financial disasters, making a lot of money and increasing their wealth!"
"Their name is the Landowners Association! They owe you this money!"
"Every audience member who has received the invitation letter, please put away your mobile phone now..."
The audience followed the voice and took their mobile phones away. They saw that the account balance figures on the inner page were all 100,000 more.
"Ding ding ding."
"Ding ding ding."
A text message alert sounded in the crowd. Five hundred spectators picked up their mobile phones and all received bank transfer text message reminders at the same time.
Huang Shitong held his cane, his face full of anger, and stood up excitedly.
Chen Zhan, Sima Xiang and other members of the landlord association also stood up and looked at the center of the square with unkind eyes.
A stock market crash and a financial crisis have indeed affected many people on Hong Kong Island.
It is an objective fact that some citizens who are heavily in debt and under great mental pressure have jumped off buildings.
But they struggled with their strength to start a war with foreign capital and Wall Street. Since they won the battle, they were qualified to make corresponding money.
No matter how capable you are of doing great things, people in high positions carry as much pressure on their shoulders as if they were carrying mountains! Let me ask, if they didn’t take the lead, who would have been able to carry it at that time?
How could he become such a heinous person in the eyes of a magician?
If the Landowners Association fails to hold on, the two crises will not be overcome by a few citizens jumping off the building! By then, the entire financial environment and market on Hong Kong Island will become a paradise for foreign capital invasion.
That is generations of hard labor! All my children and grandchildren work for the gringos! Could it be that life is better than it is now?
Uncle Tong and other big bosses from the landlord association are almost going crazy now.
I wish I could eat the magician on the stage alive and tear it into pieces with my hands.
It has to be said that "He Shangsheng" dressed as "Apocalypse" is very smart, but his vision is too low and he cannot see through the posture of high-rise buildings. He also wants to treat Sir Li as a sinister businessman!
"This is the time!" Li Shaoze stood up at the exact moment when "Apocalypse" threw the check board, walked around the chair, and quickly shouted: "Action!"
"Yes, sir!"
Whether it's the Central District police officers present or the criminal department guys who are eyeing him. Following Sir Li's order, they all got up from their chairs and pounced fiercely towards the middle.
"Click, click."
Spotlights blared and the area became panicked.
In the off-field area, the uniformed team maintained order and did not allow chaos to expand...
The magician standing in the middle looked like he was in a hurry. He threw away his hat and shouted at the police: "Sir! Don't arrest me!"
Unexpectedly, this sentence turned out to be the key to psychological suggestion!
When "Apocalypse" shouted these words, he threw away his politeness, turned around, plunged into the crowd, and quickly started to escape.
The seven Central District police officers who had come on stage suddenly stared at Zhao Jianguo and shouted: "Arrest the target!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Sir Zhao was rushing forward with his men. Unexpectedly, he was caught off guard and thrown to the ground by his colleagues behind him.
The eighth police officer from the Central District, who was psychologically suggestive, rushed to Sir Li arrogantly and wanted to arrest Li Shaoze...
"Um?"
Li Shaoze glared at him fiercely, and the policeman suddenly woke up under the tremendous pressure.
"Li, Li, Sir Li..."
Finally, the Central District police officer stood in front and raised his hand in salute.
Li Shaoze ignored him. With a glance, he found that the magician had disappeared in the chaotic scene.
Ran?
Then, he skipped the crowd and turned to the seaside corridor on the side.
I saw a figure wearing a shirt and jeans, weaving through the traffic, climbing over the guardrail, and rushing towards the seaside corridor.
"The speedboat won't be parked there, right?"
Not to mention, the police deployed a large number of police personnel and vehicles on the roadside, but did not mobilize the marine police or helicopters. If He Shangsheng, the street boy, prepares a speedboat to escape, it will be extremely difficult to search.
"Get out of the way!"
"I'm going to chase someone!"
Li Shaoze suddenly pushed aside the two police officers in front of him, took a step forward, quickly rushed out of the crowd, and rushed straight towards the driveway.
"Stop him! Stop him!"
On the driveway, the traffic policeman was no match for the magician, and he couldn't even touch the other party's clothes.
The reporters' cameras, after capturing the commotion in the field, closely followed Sir Li's back.
I saw Li Shaoze running with all his strength on the driveway, weaving leisurely and quickly closing the distance between the two.
"Didi!"
A car suddenly stopped in front of Sir Li. Li Shaoze jumped up without hesitation, stepped on the roof of the car, and jumped across the driveway.
At this time, He Shangsheng had already crossed the embankment of the coastal corridor, and sure enough, he saw a speedboat parked on the shore.
"Boom boom."
The yacht started up with a roar and sailed away quickly on the sea.
Mr. Li stood still with his legs, more than a hundred meters away, and decisively pulled the trigger.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three bullets flew through the air and hit the yacht with a clanging sound.
Before the yacht had sailed far, long black smoke billowed from the engine.
"boom!"
A burst of fire burst out from the sea, and immediately submerged the figures on the yacht, becoming extremely conspicuous on the coast in the night.
"I didn't fill up the gas tank?"
Li Shaoze was stunned for a moment, looked at the gun in his hand, grinned, and suddenly felt a little prickly.
He Shangsheng was really clever. He actually made preparations on the speedboat in advance and successfully passed the blame to the police! Not a single bit of evidence was left to accuse the "Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse"!
Because "Apocalypse" is dead!
The police officers who arrived in a hurry gathered around Sir Li, while the reporters clearly took pictures of the fire on the coast, and unanimously believed that "Apocalypse" was dead.
"What should I do, Sir Li?"
Zhao Jianguo rushed to the scene and lowered his head in confusion and asked.
Li Shaoze turned to look at him, waved his hand very casually, and said nonchalantly: "Inform the Marine Police to arrest him!"
He has already guessed what the newspapers will write tomorrow. It will definitely be very ugly, and the media opinion must be dealt with.
(End of chapter)
