The Rebirth of the Financial Hegemon

The entrance to the Kowloon branch.

More than a dozen uniformed policemen blocked the door.

They all glared angrily at Zhao Jiangchuan and the others, with eyes that made them want to eat them alive.

As a uniformed police officer, he has the lowest status in the police system.

Usually they form groups and call themselves brothers to keep warm.

Now, when a brother is being beaten, how can these people sit still?

If no one cares about a brother being beaten today, then no one will care when they are beaten tomorrow.

Many people understand this.

"Can't let them go."

"Ah Cai is still lying in the hospital. We cannot let these murderers go unpunished."

"Severely punish the murderer."

"These people beat Ah Cai to a disability, we can't just let them go."

"Sir, we cannot let these murderers go unpunished."

"They beat our people, how could we just let them go?"

"..."

In the eyes of capitalist Zhao Jiangchuan, secretary Ouyang Lan is his sweetheart.

He was usually afraid of damaging this little person during the stick-and-stick education.

In addition, he has been too obsessed with Li Xiaoyue recently, and he feels guilty towards Ouyang Lan.

That's why this guy, who is as lazy as a pig, accompanies the two girls to go shopping.

But who would have thought that if Ouyang Lan went out to go shopping, someone would pinch her arms and turn them blue.

What's even more disgusting is.

These Hong Kong people are obviously Chinese, but they think they are superior to others because they are fools.

Not only did they scold Li Xiaoyue and Ouyang Lan, they also called them mainlanders and royal policemen.

That kind of disdainful attitude towards Chinese people,

That kind of contempt and sarcasm in the bones, that kind of expression that disgusts Chinese people when they see them.

The excited Zhao Jiangchuan just wanted to kill these Cancans.

Zhao Jiangchuan struck hard.

The uniformed policeman named Ah Cai had all the bones in his arm broken by him.

Even if it can be cured, it will definitely be disabled.

"We cannot let them go. Our brothers are still lying in the hospital. We must severely punish the murderers."

"The murderer must be severely punished."

“…..”

A group of uniformed policemen shouted.

All of them had red eyes and angry faces.

The eyes that stared at Zhao Jiangchuan and his group seemed to choose and devour them.

Especially the uniformed policeman standing at the front, the hatred in his eyes made him want to peel off the skin of Zhao Jiangchuan and his party.

He felt that he had harmed his companions.

If he hadn't called Ah Cai over to help, he wouldn't have let Ah Cai be beaten like that.

But now, this group of people beat Ah Cai to a disability, but they just patted his butt and left like a normal person.

In front of Zhao Jiangchuan, Li Jingming and Zhang Weitao stood firm like an iron wall.

Even though they were surrounded by more than a dozen people now, the two of them were not afraid at all.

On the contrary, kindness was shining in their eyes from time to time.

To the two of them, this unarmed uniformed police officer was no different than a moving target.

One person could take them all out if they wanted to.

The look of eagerness to try clearly meant that he wanted to teach these idiots a lesson.

Even an ordinary mainlander would be despised by these idiots.

That would also lead to anger.

What's more, he is an elite member of the army whose hands are stained with blood.

As a soldier, even a former soldier.

Hateful enough to never be an enemy.

A traitor is a creature more hateful than an enemy.

In the eyes of Li Jingming and Zhang Weitao.

One of these Hong Kong Cans screamed contemptuously from a Northerner, and the other one was a Hong Kong Royal Policeman.

With such a self-awareness of being superior to others, the two of them had long wanted to kill all these narrow-minded people.

Now, we just wait to see when Zhao Jiangchuan will give the order.

The roars of a group of people made Zhao Jiangchuan raise his eyebrows subconsciously.

He felt that he had been very generous this time.

He just beat up two uniformed policemen and let them go.

But now it's better. These people don't know how to be grateful. Instead, they bring people over to continue to find trouble.

Zhao Jiangchuan was really dissatisfied with this.

It takes such a twisted inferiority complex to transform the inferiority complex in your heart into pride.

Zhao Jiangchuan was too lazy to pay attention to this group of uniformed policemen. He turned to look at George King.

Since these guys think that being dogs is superior to others, they should let their current owners deal with them first.

Otherwise, these people might really think that their master treats them as human beings.

Zhao Jiangchuan has been living abroad for so many years, but he knows very well what attitude those ghost guys have towards the Chinese.

It's better to say that you are capable.

Ordinary people without abilities are no better than black slaves in the eyes of these ghost guys.

Under Zhao Jiangchuan's eyes, George Jin immediately winked at Yan Liguo.

George King was a banker.

For a banker who has inherited the family, there is nothing higher than profit.

The funds in Zhao Jiangchuan's hands have reached a point where he has to be in awe.

That kind of finance, even if it can only be left untouched by Standard Chartered, can bring countless benefits to Standard Chartered every year.

But now he can't even do a small thing.

If Zhao Jiangchuan becomes dissatisfied afterwards and transfers the money to other banks, Standard Chartered's reputation and interests will be greatly damaged.

At George King's signal, Yan Liguo's face became very ugly.

In another year, he will have to return to China.

By then, whether you can find a suitable job depends on the faces of those capitalists.

This time, it was not easy for the noble Viscount George King to come to him for help.

Yan Liguo has been holding back some energy in his heart.

As long as he can help a real nobleman like George King once, it will be much easier for him to find a job after returning to China.

With Standard Chartered's global status, a casual sentence can help him a lot.

But now, things are being ruined by a bunch of natives who can't get on the stage.

Yan Liguo is a native British man.

In his eyes, Hong Kong could not be more than a colony, and the indigenous people here were just uncivilized barbarians.

In those days, a black slave could be sold for a thousand dollars, but these Chinese people used to sell one for only six hundred dollars.

In the past, he took a Chinese name to facilitate the rule of the empire.

Now he is about to go home, and these disgusting natives are still causing trouble for him.

I don't know if I should give him eye drops.

Yan Liguo shouted angrily.

"Zhang Jiarong, what are you doing? Do you all want to rebel? Get out of my way quickly."

Zhang Jiarong is the uniformed policeman standing at the front.

That is, the one who, after being beaten, is now bringing people back to cause trouble.

After being scolded by the director, his expression changed.

Before, he thought that Zhao Jiangchuan and his party had found a lawyer to get bail, but that didn't seem to be the case now.

But then, Zhang Jiarong’s face twisted together.

His companion is still in the hospital, and his shattered arm may leave him disabled for the rest of his life.

How could he let these murderers go unpunished.

Zhang Jiarong glared at Yan Liguo angrily, and then glared at Zhao Jiangchuan and his party fiercely.

In Zhang Jiarong's view, if the British could be invited to support him, it must be Zhao Jiangchuan and his group who bribed the senior officials of the police station with money.

at Hong Kong.

The British are greedy for money, lustful, and evil-minded.

As long as there are enough benefits, these people can do anything.

Zhang Jiarong had already seen that the person standing next to Yan Liguo seemed to be the head of Standard Chartered Bank in Hong Kong.

But just now, Zhao Jiangchuan glanced at that person.

Zhang Jiarong felt that he had guessed the truth.

Under grief and anger.

Zhang Jiarong pointed at Zhao Jiangchuan's nose and cursed angrily.

"Don't think that you can do whatever you want if you have money. Let me tell you, there are still human rights and laws in this world."

Human rights, law?

These two words almost made Zhao Jiangchuan laugh out loud.

Zhao Jiangchuan glanced at Zhang Jiarong with pity. It was hard for him to imagine that this guy grew up in Hong Kong.

I don’t even understand what kind of system Hong Kong is.

No wonder they can only go out on the streets wearing military uniforms.

Zhao Jiangchuan has always been kind-hearted, in order to teach this guy who feels good about himself how to behave.

He had to stretch his head slightly and whispered.

"You look down on mainlanders, isn't it because mainlanders are poor? In your eyes, do you think women from mainland China are so poor that they have to be sold? Now, you say that if you have money, you can do whatever you want, and you talk to me about the law, then you When you and your partner were brutally arresting people, why did you think about law and human rights..."

Zhao Jiangchuan paused, with an expression of helplessness and regret on his face.

"But what you said does make sense, so I can only say, sorry, if you have money, you can really do whatever you want."

"you……"

I don't know if what Zhao Jiangchuan said touched Zhang Jiarong's pain. He pointed at Zhao Jiangchuan angrily, but he didn't say a word.

Zhao Jiangchuan is very gentlemanly.

He said sheepishly.

"Forgot, I don't think you will understand this feeling in your life. You are the Royal Hong Kong Police..."

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