Since the removal of the poll tax for Qingshan Club, Yunji has been investigated by the police again and again, from the fruit bar to the stalls on the street and even the security company. The several nightclubs under the Yunji group are almost two. The sky swept away, just as the Hong Kong police force suddenly increased.

The result is of course in vain.

With regard to drugs, coerced prostitution, and gambling, Peng San set the rules when he took over.

But the police station still came to the door endlessly.

Not only that, but Qingshan Club has never stopped. Whether it is the fruit bar business or the supply to the supermarket, they have all been threatened and violently attacked. However, as long as Yunji reports to the police, the police will be late.

These, Peng San couldn't guess what the situation was.

Shen Jiannan was right. Without the support of the British Royal, the Black Society would not have a foothold in Hong Kong.

Yunji has bleached and walked all the right way, and the market share that is still being suppressed is shrinking. How can the associations that openly open gambling stalls, sell drugs and collect land?

Anyway, I couldn't stay any longer, so I got a vote and left.

The dignified sun never sets the empire to this day, it's really ironic.

There was a pack of Marlboro on the table, Liang Guodong smiled and grabbed the cigarette.

"Mr. Peng. Would you like one?"

Peng San was too lazy to lift his eyelids, and there was nothing wrong with it.

"Then you don't mind if I smoke."

Liang Guodong said, picked up the cigarette and put it on his mouth. The uniformed policeman standing behind immediately handed the flame.

Snapped--

Liang Guodong took a puff of cigarette, and looked at Peng San with admiration.

"Mr. Peng. Our people caught drugs in your brother's goods in Sheung Wan, what do you say?"

Peng San did not answer this question, he poked his neck and asked.

"Officer Liang, I want to ask. Are you Chinese?"

Liang Guodong shrugged.

"Of course... not. I represent the Hong Kong Royal Police, so please Mr. Peng to cooperate with our work. Your brother has drugs in the fruit box in Sheung Wan. What do you think of this matter?"

"..."

Peng San lay down on the table and closed his eyes.

through--

The uniformed policeman behind Liang Guodong slapped the table severely.

"Peng San. Don't be arrogant, see clearly where this is."

"A sir. Is this your way of hospitality? I am here to cooperate with your investigation, not a criminal."

"You tell me again!"

"A sir. Is this your way of hospitality? I am here to cooperate with your investigation, not a criminal."

"you......"

"Well, Achen, since Mr. Peng doesn't want to talk, we won't force him, you go out first, and I will talk to Mr. Peng alone."

In the room, Peng San and Liang Guodong were left.

Pressing the cigarette **** on the table into the ashtray, Liang Guodong stood up and walked to Peng San.

"Peng San. I respect you as a man. But you blatantly broke the rules of Hong Kong, you can't live here. Hurry up, we are all easy to do things, I can promise you a way out."

"..."

"Why, you are toasting or not eating fine wine."

"..."

Peng San closed his eyes and slumbered.

With a calm expression on his face, Liang Guodong's anger came up.

"Peng San. You are also a smart person. You should know what's going on. Do you think you can carry it through with your death?"

"..."

through--

Liang Guodong was out of control with Peng San's scornful attitude, and hit Peng San's back with a punch.

With heavy fists, Peng San had a dry cough.

He opened his eyes and looked at Liang Guodong, sneered.

"One punch."

At this moment, a group of 13 people in suits and shoes stepped into the gate of the police station.

The head was a Chinese, combing parted heads, with gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and carrying a purse in his hand. His smile was lovely, but it looked like a very cheap feeling.

Charlie Cao, a well-known Hong Kong lawyer.

Behind Charlie Cao, there were blonde Europeans and handsome Chinese.

They are all well-known lawyers in Hong Kong, in the UK and even around the world.

This is the legal department established by Capital One International under the auspices of Charlie Cao. It is also one of Capital One's support in various developed countries, Capital One's lawyers.

Charlie Cao has a very big name in Hong Kong. As soon as he walked in, the police department frowned.

As the police department that deals most with lawyers, anyone who sees Charlie Cao will want to kill him.

Just take money, don't look at people.

As long as enough money is given, this servant can call the dead alive and the black as white.

Because of Cao Charlie's existence, I don't know how many illegal acts have been excused by this guy, and even the police will beat him back to the police station.

However, the police station is a public service department, so lawyers cannot fail to receive them.

Looking at the gorgeous lineup behind Charlie Cao, the police department realized from top to bottom that it might be in big trouble.

All scum lawyers, what good things can these people do when they come to the police station.

Everyone was puzzled again.

Recently, the bureau didn't accept any major cases. What did Charlie Cao bring such a group of scumbags to do?

No one has connected Charlie Cao’s arrival to Peng San.

A black club leader and someone like Charlie Cao who only serve the upper class are not involved at all.

"Lawyer Cao. Why are you here today?"

An inspector pinched his nose and blocked the path of Cao Charli and his party. Although they knew that these people came in badly, as a public service department, there is no reason to deliberately ignore it.

Charlie Cao smiled evilly.

"Supervisor Zhang Binglin. I want to know what case my client Peng San is suspected of, and you want to arrest him."

Peng San.

Zhang Binglin's face was startled involuntarily.

Peng San's affairs were not handled by him, and he did not know what the situation was.

"Ada, what's the situation with Peng San?"

"Peng San's younger brother is suspected of drug smuggling. Our boss asked him to come back and investigate."

Zhang Bingsen shrugged.

"You heard it."

"Of course. Can I see my client now?"

"of course can."

With that said, Zhang Bingsen made a gesture of asking.

A group of people walked towards the meeting room.

In the conference room, Peng San looked at Liang Guodong lightly, his eyes calm.

Anyway, people who have taught in college all say that he is simple-minded with forks and limbs. It's just that he doesn't bother to use his brain.

The best way to do this now is to not say a word. If it can provoke Liang Guodong, then it is best.

"Peng San. Don't be arrogant to me. I advise you to honestly hire all of your drug trafficking."

"Officer Liang. You punched me just now. My heart hurts."

"Don't give me garlic."

Bang bang--

The door of the conference room knocked.

After opening the door, Liang Guodong's heart suddenly felt bad.

Seeing Cao Charli and the lawyer team behind him, he subconsciously looked at Peng San.

thump--

Peng San in the conference room fell to the ground.

In his mouth, he didn't know how blood came out.

Charlie Cao was taken aback.

"Call an ambulance. Officer Liang, as a public servant, you actually used lynching to spit up blood from my client. Wait for the court's summons."

Liang Guodong was already confused.

"I just punched him..."

Before finishing speaking, Liang Guodong's face suddenly paled.

In trouble.

Victoria Peak is located in the Central and Western District of Hong Kong. It was made the top of the mountain by the locals. It is the oldest villa residential area in Hong Kong.

Standing on the top of the hill, you can overlook the beautiful scenery of Victoria Harbour.

A long-length Lincoln drove slowly on the road and stopped at the door of a mansion covering thousands of square meters.

The window of the car was slowly lowered, and the guard hurried forward to consult, picked up the phone and dialed the internal number.

Soon, the door slowly opened, and the car drove into the villa silently.

Following the guidance of the security personnel in the courtyard, the car stopped in a parking space. Shen Jiannan pulled the car door and got out of the car, looked around at random, and followed the waiter into the villa.

Inside the villa, an old man with gray hair and black face is sitting on the sofa.

Shen Jiannan approached and bowed slightly to show respect.

"Ahem... Are you the controller of First International Capital?"

Shen Jiannan stood up and smiled slightly.

"I am."

"The posterity is terrible."

"Mr. Bao praised."

Mr. Bao.

In Hong Kong, there is only one person like Shen Jiannan who can salute sincerely.

The world's Chinese ship king, Bao Yugang.

He is a legend written in history and the crownless king of the land of Hong Kong. He has been met many times by heads of state, and has received the Grand Medal of the Emperor of Japan, and the honor of the Queen of England. The telephone can be directly connected to the White House and Bank of England.

In front of him, the richest man in Hong Kong and the richest people are like the gap between adults and children.

Baojia Global Shipping Group is all cash flow.

Of course, this is not the reason why Shen Jiannan respects Bao Yugang.

People like Shen Jiannan lack awe of wealth. Measured by the power of wealth, no one in this world deserves his respect.

He is respecting Bao Yugang.

As early as ten years ago, Bao Yugang donated US$10 million to the State Administration of Tourism. In the same year, he also donated US$10 million to Shencheng Jiaotong University. After that, he made a single donation to establish Ningbo University and Shanghai Bao Yugang Primary School Waiting for many prestigious schools.

This kind of person may feel respectable to anyone with Chinese blood. After being rich, people who can remember their homeland are not everyone.

Helping is love, not helping is duty, and being able to help, at least remembering the blood.

After a brief greeting, the host and the guest sat down and looked at each other during the tea time of the nanny.

Shen Jiannan's eyes were open and respectful, his aura was neither humble nor overbearing, and there was a faint regret in his heart that no one could detect.

People have limits after all.

The spirit of Bao Yugang's body is like the withered big tree, coming to an end. Not being able to compete with this kind of person is undoubtedly a pity in life.

Bao Yugang sat quietly on the sofa, draped in a blanket, his dim eyes were full of curiosity and appreciation.

As the crownless king of Hong Kong, he probably understands the strength of Capital One, because some of the capital of Capital One flows from Standard Chartered Bank, and Baojia is one of the three major shareholders of Standard Chartered Bank.

But since Capital One can get to this point, how could it put the money in the same bank~lightnovelpub.net~ If you count the hidden power, that is to say, in terms of the power of wealth, the current one I'm afraid the young people can have equal shares with these old guys.

It's all cash flow, and Hong Kong can't find a few people with this kind of strength.

Bao Yugang felt very interesting.

Having such wealth at such an age, but there is no arrogant aura on his body. I am afraid that neither JP Morgan nor Rockefeller could do it. It is really rare.

Soon, the babysitter put the tea on the table with a tray.

Bao Yugang retracted his eyes and smiled.

"Ahem-George King has already told me your intentions."

"What do you think of Mr. Bao?"

"..."