Zhang Guobin stuffed the cigar into his mouth and took five counterfeit bills from Dongguan Miao's hand. Immediately, ding dong, Dongguan Miao opened the lighter. He stretched out the counterfeit bills and lit them. He lit the cigarette with U.S. dollars. Thick smoke spread in the hall.

, with a unique burnt aroma of ink.

The smoke from burning acid-free paper is whiter, different from the black smoke caused by burning paper. Dongguan Miao can still find it in stock at Asen, which shows that Asen must still have stock...

These people have been wandering abroad for many years, with no one around them to keep an eye on them. They do not falsify their accounts, but they have many ways to make money. Now they must put things in order, otherwise they will definitely get into big trouble.

Fortunately, if there was an emergency to close the business, if it had been a year and a half later, Interpol would have chased him to Yau Ma Tei and opened fire!

"call."

Zhang Guobin exhaled a puff of smoke and quietly held the U.S. dollars. When half of the U.S. dollars were swept away, he let go and scattered the U.S. dollars.

The dollar bills that fell to the ground quickly shrank into a ball of ashes, and Asen knelt on the ground with an ashen face.

"It feels really good to light cigarettes with U.S. dollars." Zhang Guobin breathed out the white smoke and couldn't help but sigh: "However, it's not fun for me to light cigarettes with counterfeit bills. It will be better to use real bills next time."

I don’t know if Jia Qiang, A Sen, and Xiao Ya have ever tried this trick abroad, but when they were playing with money, no one would kneel next to them and kowtow.

Tian Jiaqiang took the initiative to intercede for Asen. He gritted his teeth and stepped forward to pick up the cigar cutter on the table. He decisively put the cigar cutter on his thumb, clicked, and directly pressed down the eggplant scissors. The sharp cigar cut off his thumb, and his fingers fell to the ground.

Tian Jiaqiang pulled his cheek fiercely and quickly threw away the eggplant scissors. His palm missed his thumb, his face turned pale, and he trembled and said: "Brother Bing, I'm sorry, I didn't take care of my men. Can I save Asen's life this time?"

, Asen also contributed a lot to the company."

Asen is the expert in charge of the company's ink blending. He is responsible for blending A-grade inks. He has been obsessed with oil painting since he was a child. In order to take pictures of the oil paintings he likes, he has no choice but to use the US dollars produced by the company.

Oil paintings by famous artists around the world have always been highly sought after by capital. Even though Asen earns a lot of money abroad, with tens of millions of Hong Kong paper coming in every year, he still cannot cover the expenses of the auction.

Zhang Guobin had long thought that a few people might be problematic, and he had very clear information on their details.

When he saw Tian Jiaqiang's plea for mercy, he immediately got angry and shouted: "Didn't the company give him any money!!!"

"I can't do it without him!!!"

"A business is a business, a crime is a crime. Don't beg me for mercy. If begging for mercy is helpful, go and beg the police and the judge and see if they will let you go!"

Tian Jiaqiang lowered his head, and two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

"Asen!"

"What's wrong with you? You want to deal with the company's goods..."

"Brother Qiang..."

"You know me"

Asen knelt down and pulled Tian Jiaqiang's trouser leg: "You have to protect me, Brother Qiang!"

Perhaps he knew that begging Zhang Guobin was useless, so he placed his hope on Brother Qiang.

Brother Qiang cut off one of his fingers, but it was only in vain.

Zhang Guobin sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, folded his arms, and gently shook out the ashes.

"Ah Qiang, the counterfeit banknote factory will be closed down for a long time. You and Xiaoya are staying in Xiangjiang temporarily. If you want to do some work, tell me. I will support you with money. As for the counterfeit banknote factory, I will follow you in the future.

It doesn’t matter anymore.”

"As for Ah Sen, you follow the rules." Zhang Guobin opened his mouth and finally said: "I never want to see him again."

To be honest, it has been a long time since he was as angry as he was today. He was beaten by the police, looked down upon by tycoons, made things difficult for him by other big bosses, and had to resolve many conflicts inside and outside the hall.

He feels that it is the responsibility that he should shoulder and the consequences that he should bear. At the very least, while enjoying status and money, he always has to bear the pressure.

Even if this pressure becomes heavier as the status increases, even if it is washed away, not much baggage will be shed.

But in the end, it is worthy of morality!

But Zhang Guobin couldn't stand being a mole and being fucked by his own people. If you were a policeman, I would still respect you for your devotion to duty, give you a large sum of money, and then send you back to the police force!

But you are really mine!

Tian Jiaqiang lowered his head and remained silent for a moment before replying: "I understand, Brother Bing."

"Yes." Zhang Guobin waved the cigar in his hand, and someone immediately came forward and dragged Ah Sen away. Tian Jiaqiang listened to Ah Sen's wailing sound as he walked farther and farther away, closed his eyes, and said aloud: "I want to open a gallery in Xiangjiang.

Hold art exhibitions, buy and sell art works to make a living."

"No problem, I'll satisfy you." Zhang Guobin answered simply.

Ever since Interpol targeted Singaporean companies, the counterfeit banknote factory's financial resources have been cut off. Zhang Guobin is not a swaggering black factory like Tang Tingwei. The country's clean financial resources are flowing steadily. As it grows bigger and stronger, it is already earning more than the black factory.

There are a lot more. Arrange them in order. Keep white first, and then talk about black. It is absolutely correct.

This kind of financial source that is not strictly regulated overseas is the first thing that should be abandoned in his heart, and he will do it as soon as he can.

If you want to be self-sufficient as before and pay a sum of money regularly, you can also operate it independently abroad and use it as a timed cash machine.

But let alone withdrawing money now, trouble comes one after another in the morning, and it will definitely be closed down. However, a complete closure of the factory will definitely affect the interests of Tian Jiaqiang, Asen, Xiaoya and others.

The result of Gan Gang's arbitrary decision was that he had to spend a lot of money to settle the brothers. Now it is an easy task to settle the Tian Jiaqiang and others with just one sentence.

"Thank you, boss."

Tian Jiaqiang leaned over and said.

Zhang Guobin waved his hand: "Hurry up and go to the hospital to reattach your thumb. I'm here to do all the tricks of scissoring fingers, but you can't speak well if you have something to say? Do you think I'll scare you if I scissor just one finger?"

"There was blood all over the floor, and I had to ask my aunt to mop the floor."

Tian Jiaqiang's face showed a hint of shame, and he quickly put his thumb in a bag. Dongguan Miao also brought him ice cubes, and they drove to the hospital overnight.

Tsim Sha Tsui.

A bay.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Under night.

A figure in a black suit held a Black Star at an angle and fired several shots neatly.

A kneeling figure faces the sea,

Thrown to the ground.

The gunman in a suit took off the cigarette from his mouth and blew out a long puff of smoke.

The sea waves covered up the sound of gunfire.

A few frightened seagulls flapped their wings and flew away.

The gunman threw away the cigarette butt.

Several busy boys threw a man into the sea with their hands.

The gunman in a suit walked to a car, opened the door, got in, and turned on the evening radio station. A familiar song echoed from the car radio.

"The gentle laughter...brings me warmth...gently saying that the long road is about to go..."

"Embracing you, the original warmth reappears; in my heart, the childish dreams of childhood are not polluted: today I try to be side by side with you again: the love I had then is now fresh..."

In the past two days, Huang Zhiming, Wen Qiren and others have been busy trying to track down the consignor of the auction house. An important clue that suddenly appeared will undoubtedly become a new breakthrough for the police. However, no matter how much manpower and material resources are mobilized, in just two days,

Nothing was found. The shipper seemed to come to Xiangjiang out of thin air and then disappeared out of thin air. Even the most basic entry and exit records could not be found, which further confirmed that there might be an invisible thread behind this person.

Just when Huang Zhiming was working overtime and staying up late, planning to continue digging, he received news from the Crime Unit that an unknown male body had appeared on the beach in Tsim Sha Tsui. His appearance looked very much like the suspected target that O Ji was tracking.

Wen Qiren drove to the beach, held up his ID, and entered the scene. He glanced over and saw that the bearded Huang Zhiming was already squatting on the ground, holding a cigarette in his mouth, with a gloomy expression.

"Huang private r."

"Gentle r."

Wen Qiren quickly entered the scene, leaving only a human-shaped mark circle. Apparently the body had been taken away by the crime team and the identity of the body had been confirmed.

The expression on Wen Qiren's face was not good, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Do not be discouraged."

Huang Zhiming stood up slowly and expressed relief: "As long as criminals still want to make illegal money, as long as they still believe that using dirty hands can solve everything, then they will get closer and closer to my gun.

The closer..."

"Huang private r."

"you."

Wen Qiren looked stunned.

Huang Zhiming smiled and said: "I'm not afraid of young and Dangerous boys who do evil and kill people and silence them. I'm just afraid of high-sounding villains who become more and more righteous."

"To be honest, I was very afraid of Prince Bin before, but now, I'm not so afraid of him."

Huang Zhiming may have found a reason for himself, shrugging his shoulders and smiling.

"Prince Huang, if you really think that the boss has not changed, you are wrong." Wen Qiren's eyes glanced at Huang Zhiming deeply for a moment, and his heart echoed silently.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his suit pocket, took out one and handed it to Huang Zhiming.
To be continued...