Hong Kong Comprehensive World Champion

Chapter 630 Eavesdropping on the Wind and Cloud Landlords Association

"Han Hanli went to Wang Anqi's house for a banquet last night, and left at ten o'clock in the evening. He drank three bottles of red wine and smoked four cigars." Zeng Xiangrong even knew how many bottles of wine Wang Anqi and Han Hanli drank and how many cigars they smoked.

And the wine is Lafite Manor 1978, and the cigars are A-grade hardcover imported from Cuba.

It's a pity that Zeng Xiangrong didn't find out that the British bosses came to the General Administration yesterday, let alone that they had seen Wang Anqi.

After all, the Criminal Intelligence Division is not omnipotent.

"Da da da." At this time, Yazi raised his hand and knocked on the door. After obtaining Mr. Zhuang's consent, he pushed open the door and put a box of cigars on Mr. Zhuang's table: "Sir, this is just now that the chief of police entrusted me to give it to you." Here it is, it is 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, "Got it."

Yazi glanced sideways at Zeng Xiangrong, then bowed obediently, and quickly exited the chief's office.

Zhuang Shikai picked up the Cuban hardcover cigars on the table, looked at them carefully for a moment, and then opened the cigar box to reveal six cigars inside.

He took out one with his hand, played with it for a while, and put it in his mouth: "Keep watching Wang Anqi, don't let your guard down, I suspect he will cause trouble."

Although Han Li's small actions have already stated his position...

Although any rumors about Han Li will definitely pass on to him...

Although he doesn'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 the lighter and lit the cigar, took a deep breath, and exhaled a thick white mist.

He waved his hand casually, and Zeng Xiangrong left the office and continued to work.

night.

Zeng Xiangrong drove to the Peninsula Hotel.

He had changed his uniform and put on a suit, pretending to be casual.

"Mr. Zeng."

"Mr. Zeng."

I saw Zeng Xiangrong walking through the revolving door of the hotel in a chic pace, wearing a low-key and luxurious craftsman watch, and tidying up the suit with his hands. Two long-legged black silk short skirts, goose-faced fair-skinned girls bowed and came down to the elevator door forward.

"Ding!" The elevator door opened, and a waiter, with a smile on her face, blocked the elevator door for him, bowed and said with a smile, "Mr. Zeng please."

She smiled sweetly.

Several girls looked at it with envy.

Zeng Xiangrong didn't care about the flattery of the pretty young girl, he stepped straight into the elevator, straightened his back, pressed the floor and said, "You don't need to accompany me."

It turned out that this lady gently stepped out her long black silk legs, and the thin silk stretched out, revealing a little skin color, very sexy.

She also wanted to accompany Sir Zeng to the elevator and help Sir Zeng press the floor, but it was a pity that Sir Zeng refused.

However, the 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 the 13th floor.

1388.

This is the long package building of the Landlords Club in the Peninsula Hotel.

"Ding dong."

Zeng Xiangrong rang the doorbell.

A young man in a suit unscrewed the door: "Crack,"

When he saw someone coming, he bowed sharply and said, "Mr. Zeng."

"Asheng." Zeng Xiangrong nodded habitually. It seemed that he was no stranger to the young man in front of him, but he didn't look like he often came to the Landlords' Association.

"Officer Zeng, Officer Zeng." In the private room, Huang Shitong crossed his legs and leaned against the couch, when he saw someone coming, he quickly stood up and greeted him.

Sima Xiang, Chen Zhan, and Mai Shengyun were sitting on the table playing poker, and they all raised their heads to greet Zeng Xiangrong.

"Wang Zha!" Sima Xiang, wearing black-rimmed glasses, shook his card with a smile.

"Won."

This game is over.

Luo Minsheng brought Zeng Xiangrong a chair, sat at the card table and asked Police Officer Zeng to sit down.

"Minsheng often comes to play cards recently? Hehe." Zeng Xiangrong picked up the cards on the table and shuffled them.

Luo Minsheng smiled and said, "Officer Zeng was joking. I'm not qualified to play cards. I'm just here to help Uncle Xiang shuffle the cards."

"Hehe, you will have a chance in the future." Zeng Xiangrong dealt a card and said.

Soon, Chen Zhan, Sima Xiang, and Zeng Xiangrong at the table all started playing "Fight the Landlord" with their cards in hand.

Although "Fighting the Landlord" is not a mainstream card game on Hong Kong Island, it is very popular among the top police force and the financial circle.

It's simply that Sir Zhuang likes to play, and they just follow suit.

"Three with one." Sima Xiang drew out four cards, three 3's and a 6's. It looked like a way to take away a single card.

"Crushed to death." Zeng Xiangrong played four cards and said with a smile.

"Yes." Chen Zhan said.

Sima Xiang drew a card and said, "Sir Zeng has been very aggressive in playing cards recently?"

Zeng Xiangrong smiled and said, "Fenghua International, which I invested in, is about to go public."

Fenghua International is an international company that deals in pharmaceuticals. Its main business scope is in Southeast Asia, and it focuses on the low-cost 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 occupies 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 all be the beneficiaries and can make a fortune.

And all of this is done with the acquiescence of Mr. Zhuang. After all, the brothers can't stop them from making money, it's just that the scale of making money must be grasped.

Sima Xiang played his cards and said: "The IPO is over, the listing process has been completed, and the bell will 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 do you want to cash out?" Sima Xiang asked.

Zeng Xiangrong shook his head: "I don't want to cash out, but the intelligence officers under me have received word that some British-funded predators want to hit the market, and I want to eat them up!"

"They have tens of millions of dollars in capital. I want to raise Fenghua International from 20 Hong Kong dollars a share to 1.2 yuan, and let the British capital take over the order at a high price. We will earn a lot of money from him!"

Sima Xiang raised his eyelids and looked at him: "Yes."

"My favorite thing is to make Brit money."

"King bomb!"

Sima Xiang threw out two more cards, and Zeng Xiangrong looked at him suspiciously: "Why do you have a king bomb in all of them? This guy won't play a thousand cards, right?"

But they don't have money to play cards, so they don't need to worry too much.

However, in this game where there is no money to play, a few words can determine a financial turmoil worth tens of millions of dollars, which is even more exciting than playing cards.

"Sir Wang, your email." A secretary put a few letters on the desk of the deputy director of operations.

These letterheads are all delivered by citizens or delivered by 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, and anyone who wants to get it can get it, but no one will pay attention to it.

Unlike some confidential documents, which are directly submitted to the chief, but people often try to peek.

"Thank you." Wang Anqi took a few letterheads, not caring whether the wax on them had been touched by anyone, and directly tore off the seals of the letterheads.

Because these letterheads themselves are not very meaningful, he usually just browses the replies casually, which will not take up much time and energy.

"Huh?" When Wang Anqi tore open the third email, she suddenly saw a list, report...

Wang Anqi instantly understood: This is the plan given to him by the big bosses!

The big bosses asked him to choose what to do!

Wang Anqi was silent for a moment, picked up Hong Kong dollars, and marked a few names on the list: Zeng Xiangrong, Yuan Haoyun, Luo Maosen...

With the confirmation of the name and the finalization of the plan, a big net is slowly being opened, and it is about to pounce on the prey!

"do not move!"

"police!"

Central.

gold store.

A group of hijackers got out of the car with guns and rushed towards the shop, but before they entered the shop, a group of police officers rushed out from all around, aiming at the robbers in front.

"Da da da."

"Da da da."

The police officers acted vigorously, spoke decisively, and quickly knocked down the robbers.

Yuan Haoyun's subordinates rushed slightly and gestured, and the guys stepped forward to inspect the corpse and kicked away the guns.

He stepped forward and said, "Thank you, Sir Zeng."

In a black car by the side of the road, Zeng Xiangrong pushed open the door and got off, reached out to hold Yuan Haoyun's hand and said, "Small idea."

"Ah Guang is following this job, let Ah Guang cooperate with you more in the future." He pointed to a middle-aged policeman in a gray suit beside him.

Li Guang smiled: "Small things."

"Yes." Yuan Haoyun held the weapon and looked at him approvingly: "We will cooperate more in the future."

"Then I'll go first."

Zeng Xiangrong greeted him.

Yuan Haoyun nodded: "goodbye, sir."

Li Guang is a member of the Criminal Intelligence Section, directly under the jurisdiction of the Chief of the Guilo Intelligence Section, but he is very familiar with Zeng Xiangrong, and he is a policeman with a career.

He really wanted to catch up with Sir Zhuang.

Yuan Haoyun glanced at him: "Which team do you belong to?"

"Criminal Intelligence Division, Technical Investigation Team, Senior Inspector Li Guang!" Li Guang said aloud.

It turns out.

He succeeded.

...

At night, Li Guang took out his key and prepared to open the door of his house.

"Hey!" With a soft voice, a figure rushed out from behind, holding his neck tightly with his arms: "I have an action for you to do, will you do it?"

"Uh...uh..." Li Guang's face was flushed, and he clasped his arms with both hands, but he couldn't break free: "What, what is it!"

he asked panting.

"Investigate Fenghua International for illegally inflating its stock price!"

The figure was wearing a mask, and held up a greased paper file in his left hand: "If you don't do it, I'll expose the fact that you molested your subordinate's wife!"

"Hehe, she likes you now and wants to divorce her husband because of you, but she knows that you raped her that night... Will she still like you?"

"Let's figure it out!" The figure let go of his arm, and threw the document to the ground viciously.

"Crack!" Li Guang lay down beside 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 beautiful hair and beautiful cheeks.

"Light, what's wrong?"

Li Guang bent down to pick up the folder, coughed twice: "It's okay, the folder fell on the floor."

"Zhuang sir, there is a senior police officer named Yang Zhen who wants to see you." Half a month later, Zhuang Shikai sat in his office, frowning, and it was the first time he heard a senior police officer dare to name him to see him!

"Interesting." He threw away the pen in his hand, propped the desk and said, "Tell him to come in!"