"Last night Han Guoli went to Wang Anqi's house for a banquet and left at ten o'clock in the evening. He drank a total of three bottles of red wine and smoked four cigars." Zeng Xiangrong even knew how many bottles of wine Wang Anqi and Han Guoli had drank and how many cigars they smoked.
Moreover, the wine is Chateau Lafite 1978, and the cigars are Class A hardcover imported from Cuba.
Unfortunately, Zeng Xiangrong did not find out that the British bosses came to the General Administration yesterday, let alone that they had met Wang Anqi.
After all, the Criminal Intelligence Division is not omnipotent.
"Da da da." At this time, Meiko raised her hand and knocked on the door. After obtaining Sir Zhuang's consent, she opened the door and placed a box of cigars on Sir Zhuang's table: "Sir, this is what the police chief asked me to hand over just now. Here it is, it’s a gift given to him by the Deputy Director of Operations last night, please try it.”
Zhuang Shikai looked at the cigars on the table, nodded and said, "I understand."
Meazi glanced sideways at Zeng Xiangrong, then bowed obediently and quickly exited the chief's office.
Zhuang Shikai picked up the Cuban fine-covered cigars on the table, looked at them carefully for a moment, and then opened the cigar box, revealing six cigars inside.
He took one out with his hand, played with it for a moment, and put it into his mouth: "Keep staring at Wang Anqi, and don't let down your guard. I suspect he will cause trouble."
Although South Korea has made its position clear with its small actions...
Although any news about Korea will definitely be passed on to him...
Although he didn't know the actions of the British bosses...
But Zhuang Shikai had already made a judgment.
Zeng Xiangrong nodded and said: "Yes! Sir!"
"Huh." Zhuang Shikai took out his lighter and lit the cigar, took a deep breath, and exhaled thick white mist.
He raised his hand casually and waved it, and Zeng Xiangrong left the office and continued to work.
night.
Zeng Xiangrong drove to the Peninsula Hotel.
He had changed out of his uniform and was wearing a suit, pretending to be casual.
"Mr. Zeng."
"Mr. Zeng."
I saw Zeng Xiangrong walking through the revolving door of the hotel with a graceful step, wearing a low-key luxury craftsman watch on his hand, adjusting his suit with his hands, and came to the elevator door with the bows of two beautiful girls with long legs and short black silk skirts and goose-faced fair skin. forward.
"Ding!" The elevator door opened. A smiling waitress blocked the door for him, bowed and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhuang, please."
She smiled very sweetly.
Several girls looked on with jealousy.
Zeng Xiangrong ignored the beautiful young girl's flattery and stepped directly into the elevator. He straightened his back, pressed the floor button and said, "No need to accompany me."
It turned out that this young lady gently stepped out her long black silk legs, and the thin silk stretched and unfolded, revealing some skin color, which was very sexy.
She also wanted to accompany Sir Zeng to the elevator and help him press the floor, but unfortunately she refused.
However, the young lady still maintained a professional smile, bowed and said, "I wish Mr. Zeng a pleasant meal."
She watched the elevator door slowly close, but Zeng Xiangrong took the elevator to 13F.
1388.
This is the Landlord's Long Bungalow in the Peninsula Hotel.
"Ding dong."
Zeng Xiangrong pressed the doorbell.
A young man in a suit opened the door: "Click,"
When he saw the person coming, he bowed with a sharp expression: "Mr. Zeng."
"Ah Sheng." Zeng Xiangrong nodded habitually. He seemed to be no stranger to the young man in front of him, but he didn't look like someone who often came to landlord meetings.
"Officer Zeng, Officer Zeng." In the private room, Huang Shitong crossed his legs and leaned on the couch. When he saw someone coming, he quickly stood up to greet him.
Sima Xiang, Chen Zhan, and Mai Shengyun were sitting on the table playing poker. They all raised their heads and greeted Zeng Xiangrong.
"King Blast!" Sima Xiang said with a smile, throwing down the cards.
"Won."
This game is over.
Luo Minsheng brought a chair to Zeng Xiangrong, sat at the card table and asked Officer Zeng to sit down.
"Minsheng comes here often to play cards recently? Haha." Zeng Xiangrong picked up the cards on the table and shuffled.
Luo Minsheng laughed beside him and said, "Officer Zeng is joking. I'm not qualified to play cards. I'm just here to help Uncle Xiang shuffle the cards."
"Haha, you will have a chance in the future." Zeng Xiangrong said as he dealt the cards.
Soon, Chen Zhan, Sima Xiang, and Zeng Xiangrong at the table all started playing "Fight the Landlord" with cards in their hands.
Although "Landlord Fight" is not a mainstream card game in Hong Kong Island, it is very popular among senior police officers and financial circles. The reason for its popularity is not because it is beneficial to intellectual development or anything like that.
It's just that Mr. Zhuang likes to play, and they just follow along.
"Three with one." Sima Xiang pulled out four cards, three 3s and one 6. At first glance, it was a way of taking away a single card.
"Crushed to death." Zeng Xiangrong played four cards and said with a smile.
"Yes." Chen Zhan said.
Sima Xiang drew the cards and said, "Sir Zeng has been very aggressive in his recent poker playing?"
Zeng Xiangrong smiled and said: "The Fenghua International I invested in is going to be listed."
Fenghua International is an international company that deals in pharmaceuticals. Its main business scope is in Southeast Asia, specifically focusing on the cheap pharmaceutical market in Southeast Asia.
Zeng Xiangrong and a small group of Zhuang police officers are the main investors of Fenghua International, of which Zeng Xiangrong holds 30% of the shares.
Now that Fenghua International is about to go public, Zeng Xiangrong and the police officers of the Zhuang family who have invested will be the beneficiaries and can make a huge fortune.
And all this is done with the tacit approval of Sir Zhuang. After all, the brothers cannot stop them if they want to make money, but they must grasp the scale of making money.
Sima Xiang played his cards and said: "The IPO is over, the listing process has been completed, and we are just waiting for the bell to ring next month."
Hong Kong Island companies are naturally listed on Hong Kong Island.
There are not only financial markets facing the world, but also leeks from all over the world...
"How much money do you want to cash out?" Sima Xiang asked.
Zeng Xiangrong shook his head: "I don't want to cash out, but my police officers from the Intelligence Division have received word that there are British predators who want to come and destroy the market. I want to eat them!"
"They have tens of millions of US dollars in capital. I want to raise Fenghua International from 20 Hong Kong dollars per share to 1.2 cents, and let British capital take over at a high level. We will make a lot of money from them!"
Sima Xiang raised his eyelids and looked at him: "Okay."
"What I love most is making British money."
"King Zha!"
Sima Xiang threw out two more cards, and Zeng Xiangrong looked at him suspiciously: "Why are there kings in all the cards? This guy can't do anything, can he?"
But they didn't play cards for money, so there was no need to worry too much.
However, in this poker game where there is no money to play, a few words can determine a financial crisis worth tens of millions of dollars. It is simply more exciting than playing cards.
"Sir Wang, your email." A secretary placed a few letters on the desk of the Deputy Director of Operations.
These letters are all submitted by citizens or departments. They are basic official documents, not confidential documents.
This kind of document is usually placed in the iron mailbox on the first floor of the General Administration. Anyone can get it if they want, but nothing will be noticed.
Unlike some confidential documents that are directly handed over to the superiors, people often try to peek at them.
"Thank you." Wang Anqi took a few letters and opened the seals without caring whether the paint on them had been touched.
Because these letters themselves are of little significance, he usually just browses and replies casually, which does not take up much time or energy.
"Huh?" When Wang Anqi tore open the third email, she suddenly saw a list and report...
Wang Anqi understood in an instant: This was the plan handed to him by the big bosses!
The big bosses want him to choose what to do!
Wang Anqi was silent for a moment, picked up the Hong Kong dollars, and marked out a few names on the list: Zeng Xiangrong, Yuan Haoyun, Luo Maosen...
With the name confirmed and the plan finalized, a large net is slowly being opened and is about to pounce on the prey!
"do not move!"
"police!"
Central.
gold shop.
A group of hijackers got out of the car with guns drawn and rushed towards the store. However, before they could enter the store, a group of police officers rushed out from all around and aimed their guns at the robbers in front of them.
"Da da da."
"Da da da."
The police officers acted vigorously and spoke decisively, quickly knocking down the robbers.
Yuan Haoyun's men rushed slightly and made a gesture. The men stepped forward to inspect the body and kicked away the firearms.
He stepped forward and said, "Thank you, Sir Zeng."
In a black car on the side of the road, Zeng Xiangrong opened the door and stepped out, stretched out his hand to hold Yuan Haoyun's hand and said, "It's not a big deal."
"A Guang is doing this job. Let A Guang cooperate with you more in the future." He pointed to a middle-aged police officer wearing a gray suit next to him.
Li Guang smiled and said, "It's a small thing."
"Yes." Yuan Haoyun held his weapon and looked at him with approval: "We will cooperate more in the future."
"Then I'll leave first."
Zeng greeted Rong.
Yuan Haoyun nodded: "Goodbye, sir."
Li Guangze is a member of the Criminal Intelligence Division, directly under the jurisdiction of the head of the Guilao Intelligence Section, but he is very familiar with Zeng Xiangrong and is a career-minded policeman.
He really wanted to hook up with Sir Zhuang.
Yuan Haoyun glanced at him: "Which team are you in?"
"Criminal Intelligence Section, Technical Investigation Team, Senior Inspector Li Guang!" Li Guang said aloud.
It turns out.
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He succeeded.
…
At night, Li Guang took out his key and prepared to open the door.
"Pfft!" With a soft voice, a figure rushed out from behind, holding his neck firmly with his arms: "I have an action for you to do, will you do it?"
"Uh... uh..." Li Guang's face turned red, and he clasped his arms with both hands, but couldn't break free: "What, what's the matter!"
he asked breathlessly.
"Investigating Fenghua International for illegally inflating stock prices!"
The figure wore a mask and held up a paper file in his left hand: "If you don't do it, I will expose your affair with your subordinate's wife!"
"Haha, she likes you now and wants to divorce your husband because of you, but she knows it was you who fucked her that night...will she still like you?"
"You have to figure it out yourself!" The figure let go of his arm and threw the document to the ground.
"Bang!" Li Guang lay down next to the wall, panting and turned around, only to see that the figure had long since disappeared.
At this time, the door of the house was pushed open by a young woman with fair hair and beautiful cheeks.
"Light, what's wrong?"
Li Guang bent down to pick up the folder and coughed twice: "It's okay, the folder fell to the ground."
"Sir Zhuang, there is a senior police officer named Yang Guang who wants to see you." Half a month later, Zhuang Shikai sat in the office and raised his eyebrows. For the first time, he heard that a senior police officer dared to name him to see him!
"Interesting." He threw away the pen in his hand and propped himself up on the desk and said, "Ask him to come in!"
