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The protagonists of the photo are three dead people, all of whom were shot in the head, and they died happily.

The two people standing behind the sofa tensed their nerves suddenly, and let go of the hands behind their backs. From the thick palms to the rough skin, it can be concluded that they are Lianjiazi, and ordinary people can't afford to provoke them.

The person standing outside the door also came in, checking Lin Yue just now to see if there was a man with a flat head and a weapon. He put his hand on his waist, and there was a pistol stuck there.

"Mr. Yan, I want to discuss a business with you alone."

He bit the word "alone" very hard, and turned the computer screen to Mr. Yan's position.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

The flat-headed boy pulled out the pistol, pulled the slide with his right hand, clicked, and the bullet was loaded.

Lin Yue took the banana in the fruit plate in the middle of the coffee table, peeled off the yellow orange skin and took a bite, without showing any fear or panic because the muzzle pointed at the top of his head.

The middle-aged man on the opposite side straightened his body, looked at the photos on the coffee table, and then looked at the form occupying the computer screen. His expression changed from joking just now to surprise, and then a little bit of anger and solemnity.

"follow me."

The cold eyes paused on Lin Yue for a moment, and Mr. Yan got up from the sofa and walked towards the back room.

Lin Yue got up with the unfinished banana, smiled at the flat-headed boy, and directly pressed the rest of the banana on his face.

"Are the bananas delicious?"

"Bastard!" The flat-headed boy dared to speak out, but he didn't dare to shoot.

Lin Yue patted his chest and pushed back hard, followed Mr. Yan's footsteps into the study.

The windows facing north were open, and the white gauze curtains swayed gently in the breeze.

"Tell me what you know."

Lin Yue looked at his watch, thinking that Qin Feng should know about Songpa's homosexuality by now, maybe he has already rushed to the hospital and is telling a story to Sinuo.

"Let me tell you a story."

"Once upon a time, there was a young man surnamed Yan who had to leave his hometown and come to the notorious Golden Triangle because of his life. He worked as a pony under the hands of a drug lord. Then he emerged and became the drug lord's right-hand man."

"Later, the drug lord married his daughter to this young man, and distributed a lot of business to him. The money in the hands of the young man surnamed Yan and the number of people under his hands snowballed. He managed it with peace of mind for a period of time. The drug lord was killed in a firefight with a competitor. The drug cartel had no leader, and many backbones were ready to move. At this moment, a young man surnamed Yan led a group of his men to set up an ambush, and finally killed the drug lord's nemesis. His father-in-law took revenge."

"After this incident, the young people named Yan were elected by the crowd as the new leader, who continued to operate the drug business, continued to expand the market and cakes, and accumulated massive wealth."

"In the following years, with the deepening of globalization, Thailand began to increase its efforts to open up to the outside world, formulated a national strategy centered on the development of tourism, and also opened up the sex industry for this purpose, but the drug trade was implemented. Stricter crackdown measures have made the life of drug traffickers in Thailand in the Golden Triangle area more and more difficult."

"At this time, the young man surnamed Yan has become Mr. Yan. He keenly sensed that this is a great opportunity for transformation and whitewashing, so he gradually gave up the drug business and set his sights on Bangkok, using his money to invest in tourism, In the catering industry, daily necessities, and precious metals, the original drug lord has turned into a guest of the government. His investment has not only driven the market and employment, but Mr. Yan’s Chinese identity is also a bridge to communicate with the big northern countries. Tourists have become the main consumers in Thailand's tourism market, and the three words 'Mr. Yan' have also become a golden signboard, forming a situation where black and white take both."

"There is a saying that it is difficult to turn around when the ship is too big. While the market is expanding rapidly, Mr. Yan's assets have also absorbed a large amount of foreign funds. There are Thai dignitaries and foreign businessmen. The market is getting more and more chaotic. And the former horse Aberdeen is used to the drug business where the money is like printing money, and now let them enter the low-profit business, this kind of psychological gap is not acceptable to everyone."

"How can we live a good life with quick money and little risk? Some people are eyeing the rapid development of the financial industry around the world."

"Of course, people who come from drug dealers don't have enough knowledge and experience to make such a high-profile business. However, there is still a kind of financial behavior in this world that does not have much technical content and can be profitable-money laundering."

"Mr. Yan is old and has lived a semi-retired life since he came to Bangkok. At the beginning, he turned a blind eye to his subordinates. After all, the rich and powerful in Thailand need this gray industry to exist. But in recent years, the United States The government has begun to strengthen international anti-money laundering forces. Financial giants including Deutsche Bank, Citigroup, and Switzerland have been forced to disclose depositor information on the grounds of assisting in the investigation of tax evasion. The source and destination of each remittance and transfer must be detailed. It can be checked."

"Under this general background, don't look at the fact that the rich and powerful in Thailand call him brothers and sisters. If they really want to provoke the investigation of the Americans, those people will abandon him immediately. Mr. Yan doesn't want to see himself working hard. The family property that has been saved for most of my life is involved in a major international money laundering case, so I can only order my cronies to stop quickly."

"However, he didn't expect that during the period when he was the shopkeeper, his subordinates had already established friendship with the powerful in Thailand, and the relationship between the new and old shareholders within the group was also intricate. "

"In order to reverse the situation, suppress dissidents while reducing or even eliminating money laundering, and cut the flesh of those powerful shareholders, he sent people to rob four gold houses used for money laundering, and stole 101 kilograms of gold."

"Mr. Yan didn't expect that the little people also have the schemes of the little people. The craftsman involved in the theft cast gold into the Buddha statue to protect his own interests. What's more, he was murdered suddenly, so the gold just disappeared."

"In order to retrieve the stolen gold without exposing himself, he played a play with the police chief of Chinatown and chose a scapegoat named Tony. As the police officer in charge of the gold theft case, he can use it to find gold, and when it's done It can be framed as the sacrifice of the fifth thief, and then help the other three flee abroad or sink their bodies in the high seas after being killed, pretending to be a sign that they are flying away with gold, so as to protect the horse boy who obeys his orders."

A lengthy statement sounds like a good story. There are the helplessness of the little people who become the pawns of the big people, and the ups and downs of the big people in the background of the times.

Crack, crack, crack...

Mr. Yan turned around, smiled and applauded: "Okay, you are a good screenwriter and you have a good story. If you change the time or the occasion, I will treat you to a drink or find you a place by my side. Or learn from the drug lord in the story and marry his daughter to you."

Lin Yue said, "Thank you for the compliment."

"Yet it's just a good story and has no practical value."

Mr. Yan turned around and looked down at the rice paper on the desk, on which there were four brush characters "Xingyao Ziwei", which he wrote casually after getting up in the morning.

Lin Yue knew the meaning of the above sentence——the plot in the story was all his inferences, the half-blood brother who stole the gold shop was dead, and there was no evidence to prove that Mr. Yan participated in the gold robbery, and now the three thieves were arrested by the police Let's face it, as long as he uses small tricks, he can be confirmed as the fifth thief.