Chapter 631

"Last night, Korean Li went to Wang Anqi's house for a dinner. He left at 10 p.m. and drank three bottles of red wine and smoked four cigars." Zeng Xiangrong even knew how many bottles of wine Wang Anqi and Korean Li drank and how many cigars they smoked.

Moreover, the wine is Lafite manor 1978, and the cigar is A-class hardcover imported from Cuba.

Unfortunately, Zeng Xiangrong did not 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 section is not omnipotent.

"Dada dada." At this time, Yazi raised his hand and knocked at the door. After obtaining the consent of Zhuang sir, he pushed open the door and put a box of cigars on Zhuang Sir's table: "Sir, this is the gift given to you by the deputy director of operations last night. Please try it."

Zhuang Shikai looked at the cigar on the table, nodded and said, "I see."

Yazi glanced at Zeng Xiangrong, bowed skillfully and quickly withdrew from the chief's office.

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

He took out one with his hand, played with it for a moment, and took it into his mouth: "keep staring at Wang Anqi. Don't relax your vigilance. I doubt he will do something."

Although South Korea has made clear its position in its small move

Although there is some wind in Korea, it will certainly spread to him

Although he doesn't know the actions of British bosses

But Zhuang Shikai has made a judgment.

Zeng Xiangrong nodded and said, "yes! Sir! "

"Hoo." Zhuang Shikai took out his lighter to burn his cigar, took a deep breath and spit out a thick white fog.

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

night.

Zeng Xiangrong drove to the peninsula hotel.

He has changed his uniform, wearing a suit and pretending to be casual.

"Mr. Zeng."

"Mr. Zeng."

Zeng Xiangrong walked smartly through the revolving door of the hotel, wearing a low-key and luxurious craftsman's watch in his hand, sorted out his suit by hand, and bowed down to the elevator door in front of two long legged black silk skirts and goose faced white skinned girls.

"Ding!" When the elevator door opened, a waitress with a smile blocked the elevator door for him, bowed and smiled, "Mr. Zhuang, please."

She smiles sweetly.

Several girls were jealous when they looked nearby.

Zeng Xiangrong didn't care about the flattery of the beautiful young sister. He stepped directly into the elevator, straightened his waist, pressed the floor and said, "don't accompany me."

It turned out that the young lady gently took the long black silk leg, stretched the thin silk, revealing a little skin color, very sexy.

She also wanted to accompany Zeng Sir to the elevator and help Zeng Sir press the floor. Unfortunately, she refused to go to Zeng sir.

However, the young lady kept a professional smile and bowed down and said, "I wish Mr. Zeng a happy meal."

She watched the elevator door close slowly, while Zeng Xiangrong took the elevator to 13F.

1388。

This is the landlord's long parcel building at the peninsula hotel.

"Ding Dong."

Zeng Xiangrong rang the doorbell.

A young man in a suit unscrewed the door and said, "click."

"Mr. Zeng, I see his face."

"Ah Sheng." Zeng Xiangrong nodded habitually. It seems that the young people in front of him are not strange, but they don't often come to the landlords' meeting.

"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 sat on the table playing poker and raised their heads to greet Zeng Xiangrong.

"Wang fried!" Sima Xiang **************************************************************.

"Won."

The game is over.

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

"Minsheng often comes to play cards recently? Ha ha. " Zeng Xiangrong picked up the cards on the table and washed them.

Luo Minsheng smiled: "officer Zeng joked. I'm not qualified to play cards. I just came to help Uncle Xiang wash and shuffle."

"Hehe, you will have a chance in the future." Zeng Xiangrong dealt cards.

Soon, Chen Zhan, Sima Xiang and Zeng Xiangrong on the table began to play "fighting the landlord" with cards.

Although "fighting landlords" is not the mainstream card playing method on Hong Kong Island, it is very popular in the senior level of the police force and the financial circle. The reason for the popularity is not something beneficial to intellectual development and so on.

It's just that Zhuang Sir likes to play. They just play with him.

"Three with one." Sima Xiang drew out four cards, three 3 and one 6 respectively. At first glance, he took away the single card.

"Crush." Zeng Xiangrong played four cards and smiled.

"Yes." Chen Zhan preached.

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

Zeng Xiangrong said with a smile: "Fenghua international invested by me is going to be listed."

Fenghua international is an international company dealing in drugs. Its main business scope is in Southeast Asia, focusing on the cheap drug market in Southeast Asia.

Zeng Xiangrong and a police officer of xiaopiaozhuang are the main investors of Fenghua international, of which Zeng Xiangrong occupies 30% of the shares.

Now Fenghua international is about to go public. Zeng Xiangrong and the invested police officer Zhuang will be the beneficiaries and can make a big fortune.

All these are operated with the tacit consent of Zhuang sir. After all, brothers can't stop making money, but they should grasp the scale of making money.

Sima Xiang said with a card: "the IPO is over and the listing process has been completed. We'll wait for the bell to 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 police officers of my intelligence department received the news that some British giants want to smash the plate. I want to eat them!"

"They have tens of millions of dollars. I want to fry Fenghua international from HK $20 a share to HK $1.2, and let the British capital take over the offer. We'll make him a lot of money!"

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

"I like making British money best."

"Wang fried!"

Sima Xiang threw out two more cards. Zeng Xiangrong looked at him suspiciously: "how can you blow up all kings? This guy won't give a thousand? "

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

However, in this card game without playing money, a few words determine the financial storm of tens of millions of dollars, which is even more exciting than playing cards.

"Wang sir, your email." A secretary placed several letters on the desk of the deputy director of operations.

These letterheads are delivered by citizens or departments. They are basic official documents, not confidential documents.

The general administration can't get any documents. On the contrary, no one can get them on the first floor of the general administration.

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

"Thank you." Wang Anqi took some stationery and didn't care if the fire paint on it had been moved. He directly tore the seal of the stationery.

Because these letters themselves are not of great significance, he usually just browses and replies at will, which will not take up much time and energy.

"Well?" When Wang Anqi tore open the third email, he suddenly saw a list and report

Wang Anqi understood in an instant: This is the plan handed to him by the old boards!

Big bosses want him to choose what to do!

Wang Anqi was silent for a moment, picked up the Hong Kong dollar and drew several names on the list: Zeng Xiangrong, yuan Haoyun, Luo Maosen

With the confirmation of the name and the finalization of the plan, a large net is slowly pulling open and is about to jump on the prey!

"Don't move!"

"Police!"

Central.

Gold shop.

A group hijacked the car with guns and rushed to the shop, but before they entered the shop, a group of police officers rushed out from around and aimed at the robbers in front.

"Dada dada."

"Dada dada."

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

Yuan Haoyun's men rushed slightly and made gestures. The guys came forward to check the body and kick off the guns.

He stepped forward and said, "thank you, Zeng sir."

On a black car on the side of the road, Zeng Xiangrong pushed open the door and walked down. He reached out to hold Yuan Hao's hand and said, "it's a little fun."

"This single job is with a Guang. Let a Guang cooperate with you more in the future." He pointed to a middle-aged policeman in a gray suit.

Li Guang smiled: "small things."

"Well." Yuan Haoyun held a weapon and looked at him approvingly: "more cooperation in the future."

"Then I'll go first."

Zeng Xiangrong said hello.

Yuan Haoyun nodded: "goodbye, sir."

Li Guang is subordinate to the criminal intelligence section. He is directly under the jurisdiction of the chief of the ghost intelligence section, but he knows Zeng Xiangrong very well. He is a enterprising policeman.

He really wants to catch up with Zhuang sir.

Yuan Haoyun glanced at him: "which group are you from?"

"Criminal Intelligence Division, technical reconnaissance team, senior inspector Li Guang!" Li Guang spoke aloud.

It turns out.

He succeeded.

……

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

"Bang!" In a soft voice, a figure came out from behind and firmly clamped his neck with his arm: "I have an action to give you to do, do you want to do it?"

"Er... Er..." Li Guang blushed and broke his arms with both hands, but he couldn't break free: "what, what's the matter!"

He gasped.

"Investigate Fenghua International's illegal speculation in stock prices!"

Wearing a mask, the figure held up an oil paper file in his left hand: "if you don't do it, I'll expose your * * subordinate wife!"

"Hehe, she likes you now because you want to divorce her husband, but she knows it was you that night * * She... Will she still like you?"

"Do it yourself!" The figure loosened his arm and threw the document to the ground.

"Pa!" Li Guang fell on the side of the wall and looked back breathlessly. He saw that the figure had already disappeared.

At this time, the door was pushed open by a young woman with beautiful hair and beautiful cheeks.

"Light, what's the matter?"

Li Guang bent down, picked up the folder and coughed twice: "it's all right. The folder fell on the ground."

"Zhuang sir, a senior policeman named Yang Guang wants to see you." Half a month later, Zhuang Shikai sat in his office and frowned. He heard for the first time that a senior police officer dared to name himself!

"Interesting." He threw away his pen, propped up his desk and said, "call him in!"