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

The two people standing behind the sofa tensed up and let go of the hands on their backs. From the thick palms to the rough skin, one could conclude that they were practitioners, and ordinary people could never afford to offend them.

The people standing outside the door also walked in. The man with a crew cut who had just checked whether Lin Yue was armed put his hand on his waist, where a pistol was stuck.

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

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

"Boy, you are looking for death!"

The flathead pulled out his pistol, pulled the slide with his right hand, clicked, and loaded the bullet.

Lin Yue took the banana from the fruit plate in the middle of the coffee table, peeled off the yellow-orange skin and took a bite, showing no fear or panic because the gun was pointed above his head.

The middle-aged man across from him straightened up, looked at the photos on the coffee table, and then looked at the form occupying the computer screen. His expression changed from the joking one just now to surprise, and then a little anger and solemnity.

"follow me."

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

Lin Yue stood up with the uneaten banana, smiled at the flat-headed boy, and directly pressed the remaining part on his face.

"Are bananas delicious?"

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

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

The north-facing window was open, and the white gauze curtains swayed gently in the breeze.

"Tell me, what do you know?"

Lin Yue looked at his watch, thinking that Qin Feng should have known about Songpa's homosexuality by now. Perhaps he had rushed to the hospital and was telling Sinuo a story.

"Let me tell you a story."

"Once upon a time, there was a young man named Yan who was forced to leave his hometown and come to the notorious Golden Triangle to work as a pawn under a drug lord. He was brave enough to fight and acted decisively and ruthlessly. It didn't take long.

He rose to prominence and became the right-hand man of the drug lord."

"Later, the drug lord married his daughter to this young man and gave him a lot of business. The money in the hands of the young man surnamed Yan and the number of people under him increased like a snowball. He managed his business with peace of mind for a while.

A drug lord was killed in a fight with a competitor. The drug cartel was leaderless and many key members were ready to make a move. At this moment, a young man surnamed Yan led a group of subordinates to set up an ambush, and finally killed the drug lord's nemesis and laid a foundation for him.

The father-in-law took revenge."

"After this incident, the Ma Chai elected a young man named Yan as the new leader, continued to run the drug business, continued to expand the market and cake, and accumulated a huge amount of wealth."

“In the following years, with the deepening of globalization, Thailand began to increase its efforts to open up to the outside world and formulated a national strategy centered on the development of tourism. It also opened up the pornography industry, but implemented strict regulations on drug trade.

Tougher crackdowns have made life increasingly difficult for drug dealers in Thailand in the Golden Triangle area."

"At this time, the young man named Yan had become Mr. Yan. He was keenly aware that this was a good opportunity for transformation and cleansing his name, so he gradually gave up the drug business, set his sights on Bangkok, and used his money to invest in the tourism industry.

In the catering, daily necessities and precious metals industries, the former drug lord has turned into a guest of the government. His investment not only drives the market and employment, but Mr. Yan's Chinese identity is also a bridge to communicate with the northern countries.

Tourists have become the main consumer in Thailand's tourism market, and the three words 'Mr. Yan' have also become a golden signboard, creating a situation where both black and white take it all."

"There is a saying that a ship is too big to turn around. While Mr. Yan's assets are rapidly expanding in the market, they have also attracted a large amount of external funds, including those from Thai dignitaries and foreign businessmen. The market has become increasingly chaotic. And the horse racing market in the past has

They are used to the drug business, which makes money like printing money, and now they are allowed to 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? Someone is eyeing the rapidly developing financial industry around the world."

"Of course, no one with a background as a drug dealer would have enough knowledge and experience to play such a high-end business. However, there is another 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 what his subordinates were doing. After all, Thailand's powerful people need this gray industry to exist. But in recent years, the United States

The government began to strengthen international anti-money laundering forces, including financial giants such as Deutsche Bank, Citigroup, and Switzerland. They were forced to disclose depositor information on the grounds of assisting in the investigation of tax evasion, down to the source and destination of every remittance and transfer.

Can be checked.”

"In this context, despite the fact that the Thai dignitaries are now calling him brothers and acting like brothers, if he really provokes an investigation from the Americans, those people will abandon him as soon as possible. Mr. Yan does not want to see his hard work

The wealth I had saved for most of my life was involved in a major international money laundering case, so I could only order my cronies to stop immediately."

"But he didn't expect that during the period when he was the boss, his subordinate Ma Zai had already developed friendships with Thai dignitaries, and the relationship between the old and new shareholders within the group was also intricate. It was difficult to stick to one word and stick to the truth like when he was doing drug business before.

"

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

"Mr. Yan did not expect that small people also have their own plans. The craftsman who participated in the theft cast gold into the Buddha statue in order to protect his own interests. What happened was that he was suddenly murdered, and the gold disappeared."

"In order to recover the stolen gold without exposing himself, he put on a play with the Chinatown Police Chief and selected a scapegoat named Tony. As the police officer in charge of the gold theft case, he could not only find the gold, but also complete the crime.

You can frame the fifth thief and sacrifice it, and then help the other three people escape abroad, or kill them and sink their bodies in the high seas, pretending that they took the gold and flew away, so as to protect the horses who obeyed you."

A lengthy statement, it sounds like a good story, including the helplessness of a small person becoming a pawn of a big person, and the ups and downs of a big person in the context of the times.

Bang, bang, bang...

Mr. Yan turned around, smiled and applauded: "Okay, you are a good screenwriter and you have a good story. If it were another time or another occasion, I would buy you a drink or find you a place by my side.

Or you could be like the drug lord in the story and marry his daughter to you."

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

"However, it is just a good story and has no practical value."

Mr. Yan turned around and looked down at the rice paper on the desk. On it were the four calligraphy 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 inference. The main culprit of the gold robbery, the mixed-blood brother, was dead. There was no evidence to prove that Mr. Yan was involved in the gold robbery. Now the three thieves
Chapter completed!