After checking the roster, an accountant picked out a sheet and said casually: "Six people from Shandong Street Branch."

He continued to check with an expressionless face.

Over-reporting and false reporting are commonplace for accountants.

Lists were compiled one by one.

It’s not unusual for someone to overpay by tens of millions.

Brother Yao looked gloomy, picked up the form, turned to look to the side: "Hai Bo."

"I'll check the roster."

Haibo took the form.

Soon, one form after another was sorted out. That evening, in the president's office, Zhang Guobin received a report from the auditorium master Haibo: "Sitting in the hall, there are thirty-three people pretending to claim the building rights at the entrance of Shandong Street Hall, including

Six are deceased members of the society, and twenty-seven are members of the society who have emigrated overseas.”

"Didn't the news spread overseas?" Zhang Guobin asked with a frown. It was more important to investigate the administrative loopholes first than to hold the culprit accountable. After all, it has always been there that the culprit must be killed.

Loopholes will allow people to continue to take advantage of them.

Haibo said: "The news has spread overseas. The auditorium called the overseas brothers one by one to inform them, but some overseas brothers have moved for too long and have lost contact information."

There are more than 70,000 people in Heyihai. Many of the members are not gangsters and have their own lives. Some of them immigrated abroad in their early years.

A small number of people will lose their contact information, but they are still Yihai brothers in name. The number of these people is very small, and most of them are not short of an apartment.

Even if you return to your country to register, you may not necessarily agree to the conditions. Secondly, if you are really poor, the association will not be stingy with a house.

Fifty thousand apartments have been distributed.

One set missing?

"Someone wants to make a fuss about a dead person!" Zhang Guobin moved his pen and signed documents with a fierce look on his face: "Lying on the dead person's body to suck blood, not only the company's blood, but also the dead person's name!"

"What should we do with this kind of person?"

Haibo's heart trembled, and he clasped his fists and replied: "Dispose of him according to the family law, kill him with random swords!"

"My order is for Miao Yishun, the master of the execution hall, to join the working group to thoroughly investigate the embezzlement of property rights. Get the list and report to me." Zhang Guobin said.

Haibo replied in a deep voice: "Yes, Dragon Head!"

"I hate corruption the most. I hate it even more when people use buildings to make money, regard welfare as personal gain, and harm the public and enrich themselves." Zhang Guobin was so angry that he closed the pen and slapped it on the table. When the secretary came in to take away the documents, he suddenly discovered

The nib of one of Zhang Sheng's favorite pens was cut off, and black ink stained the tabletop, like streams of blood.

Xiaojie quickly put away her usual playful and sexy attitude and returned to the secretary's office to work hard. She never dared to twist her waist, shake her breasts, or expose her thighs again.

When Dongguan Miao received the words from Haibo, she stood in the corridor and smoked quietly, nodding calmly: "I understand."

Brother Sheng, the white paper fan on Shandong Street, led his people to start checking the accounts of the financial company.

In just one day, the accounts were thoroughly checked and sent to the landlord.

"Boss, in the past two years, Thief Xiong has been in charge of the financial company's accounts and has squandered more than 17 million Hong Kong dollars from the company."

The landlord brother was sitting in a tea restaurant, eating pineapple buns, his face was ashen: "How did he do it?"

Brother Sheng sat across from him and said in a sarcastic tone: "He is very smart. He borrowed the power of the person in charge of the company to exempt debtors from interest. In fact, he took the interest back and told the company every month that the interest was not good."

Collect it, because all the interest goes into his pocket."

The finance company makes money by lending money and collecting interest, and pockets the interest. It is really the company working for them.

"Secondly, he also secretly made false accounts to erase debts, or collected properties and cars from debtors, and registered them under his own company's name, without even using the names of his relatives. How arrogant!"

The landlord clenched his fists and exhaled deeply: "I can tolerate each of these things, but I can't tolerate the three things together."

Brother Sheng said again: "Boss, you trust him too much. In recent years, the industries under He Yihai's name have developed very well. One by one, many mainland factory owners have come to us for loans. The profits are so huge.

If you let him take full responsibility, no one will know if he is greedy."

"Your trust hurt him."

"This time the company issued the "Live and Work in Peace" plan, each brother has a property right, and the thieves even dared to do things like pretending to get the property rights, and even you were harmed."

The landlord's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted unexpectedly: "Push to the street!"

"He even dares to touch his brothers' building?"

Not even the hall masters dare to touch this piece of cake, but a man with real power dares to do something dirty. The hall masters will never escape his involvement.

Brother Sheng suggested: "The best way now is to capture him, take him to the execution hall, and clearly punish him, and ask Brother Bing to let us go."

"Do you think Brother Bin will kill me?"

the landowner asked.

Brother Sheng showed hesitation: "It's hard to say, but if you have a chance to live, Brother Bing doesn't like to kill his own people that much."

"In all the years you have been in Yihai, at least you have never spoken against Brother Bing. There is no merit but hard work."

The landlord took a deep breath and lit a cigarette: "Arrange a boat to send the thieves out to sea in the evening."

"Brother Landlord!"

Brother Sheng smashed his hands on the table and stood up angrily: "You are good enough to Thieves!"

"We can no longer protect the thieves!"

The landowner sighed: "Eight years ago, I was driven into the hospital by Xinji Axejun's men. Thiefiong was working as a nurse in the hospital. We were strangers. He saved me with his own blood."

"Back then, I invited him to join the club and hang out with me, guaranteeing him to make a lot of money. Eight years later, things have changed and he has made money that he shouldn't have made. But I can't forget that promise and let him leave with the money.

Come on, I'll take all the blame."

The landlord took a puff of cigarette and looked at Brother Sheng: "A Sheng, please give me one night. I will go to the execution hall by myself tomorrow."

"You are about to retire, collect your pension, and be the most envied Uncle Yihai among the people in the world, why bother!" Brother Sheng said.

The landlord stood up and complained to himself: "Maybe I am not worthy!"

"A person like me killed too many evil people when I was young and is soft-hearted when I am old. I don't deserve a good death!"

He waved his hand and said, "Send someone to keep an eye on the finance company. I will pick up Thieves on the ship in the evening. Dasheng is responsible for reviewing the property rights list. He must be colluding with Thieves. I will send people to kill Dasheng now."

"Keep your head and don't need anything else!"

Brother Sheng looked at the landlord's back and sighed again: "Okay!"

Five p.m.

Hutchison Building.

Haibo walked in with a list of names: "Brother Bing, Heyihaijiatai, the fourteen halls in the United States, and the security camp in the northern Myanmar mining area, only one in Shandong Street Hall pretended to claim thirty-three building rights.

"

"In addition, there are two to five more buildings at the entrance of the three halls on Taizi Road in North America, North Myanmar, and Taizi Road."

"It was confirmed by the accountant that the property ownership of Sanjian Tangkou was due to an accounting error. No additional names were added, and no project funds were paid. However, the project on Shandong Street was fully paid in."

Zhang Guobin's tone has become calmer.

"The landowner is quite anxious."

Haibo said: "Is it to bring the landlords back?"

Zhang Guobin shook his head: "Investigate thoroughly, produce evidence, and then go to trial."

"Ximiao, check it carefully." He said aloud.

"I got it, boss." Dongguan Miaocha people have many ways to deal with it. Zhang Guobin specifically explained: "The landlord brother is an old man from Heyihai. Keep a low profile and don't cause trouble in the city."

…

Five fifteen.

In a casino in Kowloon, Brother Sheng was halfway through playing mahjong. He picked up the phone and stood up to hide in the bathroom. He called the landlord brother and said: "Boss, things have gone bad!"

"Let's go!"

He hung up the phone, flushed the toilet, opened the door and saw a golden retriever holding a knife in his hand, pointing at him and saying: "A Sheng, let's see how many years you have come out earlier, I'll give you some face and come out on your own!"

Brother Sheng held the phone in his hand and walked out of the door muttering: "A bunch of young people, no matter how big or small."

"The phone is paid!"

"search!"

At the end of a process, the Golden Retriever hit Brother Sheng on the back with a knife handle, smashed the white paper fan to the ground, waved and scolded: "Pull to the car!"

"yes!"

"Brother Golden Retriever!"

Five twenty.

Shandong Street.

Wealth Finance.
To be continued...