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A week later.

The investigation and blockade of counterfeit banknote factories in various regions by the Criminal Headquarters is over...

Chen Jiaju went to Macau in person to search for Frank's trace...

Hong Kong Island Region.

"Ha..." Zhuang Shikai stretched out his waist, yawned long, and his expression was somewhat relaxed: "Has the report been written yet?"

Since the opening of the Haojiang New Casino, Vietnamese gangs have entered Macau.

Whenever Zhuang Shikai wants to do something in Macau and orders the mobilization of the Vietnamese gang...

He always wants to squeeze a wave!

The Vietnamese eldest sister **** is a live juicer! Sometimes when people are not on Hong Kong Island, she has to fly over from Taiwan Island! Never miss any chance!

It's hard to avoid Master Zhuang...

Zhou Huabiao took the report and stood opposite, spread the document and preached: "It's done!"

"With the cooperation of local police, the police confiscated 600 million U.S. dollars of unparalleled counterfeit banknotes at the counterfeit banknote factories in the mainland, 800 million U.S. dollars of unparalleled counterfeit banknotes at the London factory, and 1.3 billion U.S. level counterfeit banknotes at the Texas factory. U.S. dollars."

"A total of 2.7 billion U.S. dollars worth of unparalleled counterfeit banknotes! It weighs 27 tons and 135 kilograms!"

This is almost the same weight as a real dollar bill! It can be seen that the Wushuang-level counterfeit banknotes are clearly calculated for the weight of each piece of paper!

Zhou Huabiao raised his eyelids and looked at Sir Zhuang. With the gaze of a middle-aged man, he could immediately analyze some eyebrows from Sir Zhuang's demeanor.

Ugh.

Ren Jing D suffers!

Think it was the same when I was young...

Uncle Biao sighed inwardly, seemingly a little bit emotional once?

He put the document on the table and continued preaching: "The counterfeit banknotes in various places have been destroyed. The FBI issued a report to the Hong Kong Island Police. The mainland police made headlines. The London Police Department also praised the outstanding capabilities of the Hong Kong Island Police. …"

"Do you think this report is beautiful enough?"

Zhou Huabiao asked tentatively.

Zhuang Shikai picked up the folder, turned two pages, browsed for a moment, nodded and said, "Not bad."

It's more than good!

This report is actually super beautiful!

First of all, the amount of US$530 million is large enough and influential enough. Second, the joint commendation from the three polices will be communicated to the police through the International Criminal Police Department.

This will not only enhance the international image of the Hong Kong Island Police Force, but there will also be substantive documents such as cooperation agreements and cooperation terms.

"With this report, I can sing a good show with South Korea." Zhuang Shikai was very satisfied, and raised his head to look at Uncle Biao: "Choose a lucky day."

"I want to get a job."

"Sure enough!" Uncle Biao smiled, rubbing his hands and said: "Blind Chen from Tianhou Temple is very fortune-telling. I will ask the master to count on a good day."

Sir Zhuang's post can represent the Chinese in the police force to a higher level. It is a major matter for the Chinese in the police force. It is not too much to drive to hire a master.

Zhuang Shikai is also an old customer of Chen Xiazi, and immediately nodded: "Okay!"

Zhou Huabiao secretly laughed, left the office, fetched a Toyota car, and drove directly to Tin Hau Temple.

"One will succeed and the bones are dead..." Tianhou Temple, main hall, fortune-telling table.

Master Chen wore a long black placket and sunglasses. He pinched his fingers and shook his head.

"Grandmaster!"

"what are you doing?"

Zhou Huabiao walked to the door and yelled, shocked Blind Chen's buttocks tightly, and straightened his waist: "I'm reciting the fate book."

Blind Chen's ear moved, it was an unfamiliar voice.

And those footsteps that were once familiar... alas, they are coming less and less.

I really miss the days when I received red envelopes...the red envelopes are called a big one...

Zhou Huabiao stood at the table and gave a thumbs up: "Professional! This is called a professional! He has not forgotten to study hard when he is nearly 80 years old, and he is a role model for the youth on Hong Kong Island!"

"The young people on Hong Kong Island should learn more from the academic spirit of the master's assiduous research, and finally make greater contributions to society..."

Blind Chen twitched his mouth, his head was loud when he listened.

What is there to brag about Lao Tzu's recrimination? Have time to talk so much nonsense and have no time to seal a red envelope?

"Thank you, thank you." But Blind Chen still had to maintain his politeness on the surface and nodded in thanks.

At this time, Zhou Huabiao finally took his hand into his pocket, took out a red envelope, and handed it to the tabletop: "Master, help count a good day?"

"Marriage and marriage is still a futile matter." Chen Xiazi replied.

"Big guy gets a job." Zhou Huabiao said with a smile.

Blind Chen's brows twitched: "Next month, on the fifteenth of the month, it will be an auspicious day. It's time to open, pay for money, and be in the top position."

"April 15?" Zhou Huabiao wrote down the date in his heart, and this time it was his turn to thank him: "Thank you, thank you."

"No need, fortune-telling to do good deeds, as it should be." Blind Chen waved his hand with a certain atmosphere.

Zhou Hua nodded, put his hands together and bowed three times to the statue of the Queen Mother in the main hall, and then turned and left the Temple of the Queen Mother.

"Da da da." Uncle Biao walked down the long stairs, while Blind Chen opened the red envelope, touched it with his hand, his expression changed suddenly: "Only two?"

"Street guy! Iron cock!" Chen Xiazi muttered twice, smashing his mouth and continuing to sing: "One will be successful...the other will be the bones...the other will be the bones...the other will be the bones... ..."

In fact, Blind Chen not only recites this sentence, but feels that this sentence is more fortune, so he talks about it every day.

Macao.

"Is it clear?"

"Check it out!"

Chen Jiaju stood in his suite in the Haojiang Casino, holding the mineral water channel: "If you find out, you will be taken back to Hong Kong Island."

A police officer stood beside him: "But he is the investment director of Citibank, who has come to Macau to negotiate registration and development projects. He is surrounded by high-ranking officials. It is easy to cause trouble if we arrest people indiscriminately."

It's not that the Hong Kong Island Police cannot force arrests, but the attitude of forced arrests is somewhat tough, which will affect the Macau government's perception of the Hong Kong Island Police Force.

It's not good for the Hong Kong Island Police, and it's not good for Mr. Zhuang.

"Huh! Working as a pilot in the United States, the flight attendant came to Macau after the gunshot, and she became known as the bank investment director?"

"Tsk, return the bank supervisor! Can you write a check?"

Chen Jiaju can't figure out how someone can cheat all day long and play in different identities... Is there any role-playing quirk?

You know, what kind of person do you dream of being, is it better than pretending to be this kind of identity to go to the exam, to read and to work hard?

The fake can never become real!

And when you know in advance that he is a counterfeit, you can quickly find out the background with the investigative ability of the police. What's more, the FBI recently opened a part of the intelligence sharing with Hong Kong Island, which contains information on the identity of "Frank".

According to intelligence, Frank is addicted to cheating, and he can escape every time the police spotted him. He is currently one of the most slippery criminals of the FBI.

But he deceives unsuspecting outsiders at most. After the police know both the location and identity, it is too easy to perform precise strikes.

Moreover, Hong Kong and Macao do not speak American laws, and Chen Jiaju and others are too simple.

However, Jia Ju is a conscientious policeman. After thinking about it for a moment, he said, “To be a policeman, we need to tell evidence. We collect evidence for a period of time before arresting people!”

"We must convince people with virtue."

Several police officers glanced at each other with surprises in their eyes, but still responded according to the commander's instructions: "Yes, Sir Chen."

...

"April 15th?"

Zhuang Shikai sat in the Hong Kong Island Region and heard Zhou Huabiao's reply. His eyes were surprised: "Did you give less money?"

Zhou Huabiao was taken aback for a moment: "A thousand yuan is a lot!"

"Give less!" Zhuang Shikai preached confidently: "Every month on the 15th of the solar calendar is basically a good day. Is there a difference between whether you count it or not?"

"dry!"

Zhou Huabiao immediately recalled, and shouted: "Pump on the street and cheat me!"

However, he counted the days before giving the red envelopes. How did the master know that the red envelopes were small?

Could it be that Master Chen can even pinch the amount of red envelopes right?

He never doubted Master Chen's professional ability. After all, Blind Chen had been in the Tin Hau Temple for fortune-telling for more than ten years, and his reputation was very good.

Moreover, the appearance of the daily betrayal is super strong in business ability!

Zhuang Shikai waved his hand and said, "Forget it, it's a good day anyway, don't go to the Tin Hau Temple so far away."

"April 15th is April 15th!"

He picked up the case closing report on the table and passed Zhou Huabiao's side and walked out of the office first, but Zhou Huabiao quickly followed, not daring to stay alone in the chief's office.

"Huh." A car drove out of the main area gate, drove straight to the headquarters building, and finally parked in a lawn parking space.

"Zhuang Sir."

"Zhuang Sir."

Zhuang Shikai has a happy expression and has a brisk footstep. He walked up the stairs with a folder in his hand and walked all the way into the lobby to the elevator door~lightnovelpub.net~ The police officers along the way saw Sir Zhuang coming to the headquarters, and they all said hello. .

"good afternoon."

"good afternoon."

"Papa Papa." Zhuang Shikai walked into the elevator with a file flapping his thigh, and naturally pressed the top button.

Several police officers stood in the elevator, pressing different floors. Qi Qi greeted the officer, and then retreated to the corner.

Zhuang Shikai smiled and was satisfied with the respect of his subordinates, but on the surface he was kind.

As a big boss, there is still the prestige that one should have.

The police officers got out of the elevator on each floor one after another until the elevator stopped on the top floor and opened the door with a ding dong.

"I'm looking for a brother."

Zhuang Shikai walked into the corridor with the folder.

"Wait a minute!"

The secretary to the director immediately got up, picked up the phone, and connected to the office.

"What are you waiting for?"

Zhuang Shikai walked to the door of the glass door and saw that South Korea had no customers. He just answered the phone, and then raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Da Da Da."

"Please come in." South Korea preached directly to the door instead of relaying it over the phone.

Zhuang Shikai walked into the office and patted the folder on the desktop: "Sir Han, should I be promoted?"

"I'll say one! How about the Assistant Director?"

Activate the soundproof glass!

South Korea slapped a palm on the table and pointed at Zhuang Shikai and shouted loudly: "My ancestors have passed the news to me! The counterfeit bill case has been handled beautifully! Up! Up soon!"

"Boom!" Zhuang Shikai suddenly put his hands on the tabletop and scolded his neck: "Thank you, sir! I'll choose one day!"

"I'll send the actor!" South Korea dipped his cigar.

Secretary Yanmar stood outside the door and sighed: "There is such a sturdy police officer! Director Han is so pitiful..."