As soon as Fu Ping'an returned to Jinjiang, he encountered something bad. Anlan Trade was suspected of evading taxes. Mulan was called to drink tea by the Customs Anti-smuggling Bureau for ten hours.

This smuggling case is a solid evidence. Fu Ping'an arranged for a freighter to transport a car in Xingmatai, a Meihua m151 jeep produced in the 1960s. This car cannot be license plated in China, so the import customs declaration form is filled in handicrafts. The customs believe that it is inconsistent with the actual situation. The tax rate gap between imported cars and imported handicrafts is very large, so it is suspected of tax evasion.

With Fu Ping'an's personal resources, this was a small matter, and it could be done with just a few phone calls, but Jinjiang Customs did not enter, so it was obvious that it was a problem. After some trouble, the person came back and the car was confiscated.

Mu Lan stayed in the anti-smuggling bureau all night and was frightened by the table being slapped at the table for several times. She was not afraid, but she was also very troubled. When she saw Fu Ping'an, she was dull and slow. She just waved her hand and said it was okay. When I went back to sleep, she asked Juqiang to send herself home to rest.

Some domestic players who love to play antique jeeps are rare to find an old jeep that can be driven. It can be said that it has no market value. This m151 is a product of the Vietnam War. Its appearance is very similar to the jeep during World War II. It is also a rare product in China. It has a high return rate when driving it out. However, this car is not rare in Xingmatai and is an active military equipment. So Fu Ping'an didn't feel it was a pity. He just followed the law, but it took a few days to realize that it was being miserable.

When I was in the elevator again, I met Xiao Ming and Feng Qingcun again. Jie Xiaoming said to Feng Qingcun: "Old Feng, some people still want to fight with me, but they don't see if they have enough information. I can kill him with just one phone call."

Fu Ping'an understood that Jie Xiaoming was making trouble behind the scenes. Although this kind of thing would not hurt him, it was really annoying and made him even more angry. Everyone went to the underground parking lot. In a row of fixed parking spaces in Feng Qingcun's company, there was an m151 with a license plate parked. There was no need to ask if it was the one confiscated by the customs. Even the auction was too fast.

"The car is good, it's great." Xie Xiaoming jumped into the jeep and invited Feng Qingcun, "Old Feng, go for a walk."

"No, I'm afraid of the sun," said Feng Qingcun.

Xie Xiaoming drove away in a jeep.

Fu Ping'an still remained silent, not angry, did not scold, and even wanted to laugh. Jie Xiaoming was like a spoiled child. No, he was just a spoiled child, and he was vindictive and had no tolerance. Besides, except for the time when he stopped the car in Shenzhen, he seemed to have not caused any harm to Jie Xiaoming. Instead, Jie Xiaoming almost killed himself and provoked him repeatedly. Since this is the case, don't blame yourself for being rude.

Feng Qingcun smiled and said, "Mr. Fu, Young Master Ming is a little arrogant. The child is ignorant. Don't be as knowledgeable as him. I'll give you a Wrangler when you look back."

"Thank you, I can afford it." Fu Ping'an said.

"Mr. Fu can definitely afford it, it's just a little bit of a problem. That's it. Our company wants to expand overseas projects and want to acquire land at Xingmatai. I heard that Mr. Fu has a way?" Feng Qingcun took out his cigarette.

Fu Ping'an refused to accept: "Is it Mr. Feng's investment or Ming Shao's investment?"

Feng Qingcun said: "I take the small head, but Ming Shao is the big head."

Fu Ping'an couldn't help but look at Feng Qingcun again. This businessman is too smart.

Xingmatai's tourism real estate is super popular, and even the office elevators are advertisements for sea view rooms. Zhangong Real Estate is the first to try it out. The water house hotel project is less investment and has quick results. The sea view house has been sold out before it has been built. Feng Qingcun must know that there may not be many people in China who have been deliberately suppressing it. Because they have been too strict, they don't want to be too high-profile, but as long as they do some homework, it is not difficult to know. Even though they know that they have the final say in Xingmatai, they still want to acquire land there. This person is crazy.

Of course Feng Qingcun is not crazy, so the only possibility is that Old Feng wants to plot against Jie Xiaoming and offer a letter of fame to himself, but why? Is it worth offending Jie Xiaoming's father for economic benefits?

"I have time to talk about it." Feng Qingcun smiled playfully and walked on his Maybach and left.

Fu Ping'an also got into his car and drove all the way to a secluded place by the river. He took out his cell phone and made a cross-border phone call. The phone was called to Matteo. He needed Matteo's help. In fact, he could handle such small things by himself, such as saying hello to Thiago. However, Fu Ping'an's political science for several years was not in vain. It is indeed convenient to bypass the leaders and find someone to do things, but it depends on what matters. If something is prone to make mistakes in the future, someone needs to endorse him, and he has to find a leader. In recent years, he has not cultivated his own power in Xingmatai at all. He would rather occupy Matteo's precious time than be labeled as a powerful minister if he has something to do.

Matteo Ci was still the same Matteo Ci, who was full of energy and playful, and had a sense of royal pride in his bones. He only valued his friends and didn't care about the yamen of a high-ranking official in a great country. In his eyes, that kind of person was no different from a dog.

Fu Ping'an was the chief hero who assisted Matteo in power, but he went to Buddha's clothes and did not take away a cloud of clouds. He was so noble that he was admirable. Matteo originally thought that he could not give him too high rewards, so as not to be rewarded in the future, but Fu Ping'an did not want to develop here at all. After the government's change of leadership, he had not even set foot on Xingmatai for more than a year, which made Matteo feel a little guilty. This was the first time Fu Ping'an made a request, how could he not do his best?

After calling across the ocean, Fu Ping'an arranged another errand for Gu Bei to find other victims of the major car accident that injured him as soon as possible.

...

Character determines destiny. Jie Xiaoming's character is domineering and erratic. He is not unaware of the importance of Fu Ping'an in the China-Star relationship. He just doesn't believe in this evil. In his worldview, the upper class is the one who determines the rules of the game, not a helper. He has formed an effective way to do things. In which city to go to, first make friends with the yamen who are in charge of the local party and government, drink it as a friend of wine and meat, and share resources. Then find a few rich people like Feng Qingcun as white gloves. If it is right, just take a profitable project and just participate in the stakes. There is no risk, and it is not illegal. This is the advanced gameplay. In his perception, Fu Ping'an is a helper. If not, why do you let foreign senior officials not do it and have to come back to study? You will definitely not be able to make money.

Xie Xiaoming likes blue sky and blue seas, and likes young yacht models. It is no longer interesting to play these things on Hainan Island. If you want to play, you have to go to newly developed places in Southeast Asia, including islands, beaches, and development, and that will make you happy.

Previously, he had a buddy who went to Mongolia to mine and made a lot of money. Jie Xiaoming was very jealous, so he had to go abroad to get his face back. By chance, he met Peter Huang from the overseas Chinese from Xingmatai at a drinks party. Peter Huang is not an ordinary person. He is the leader of Xingmatang, the largest Chinese gang in Xingmatai. His father is an old leader, and he is the new leader, and he speaks absolutely well.

Jie Xiaoming and Peter Huang got along well at first sight. He also flew over to inspect. Peter Huang made a very good arrangement. What made Jie Xiaoming believe most was that Young Master Huang took him to the National Intelligence Agency of Xingma Taiwan, sitting in Director Thiago's office smoking cigars and chatting and laughing. A dictatorial small country like Xingma Taiwan, the intelligence agencies cover the sky with only hands. As long as they want to do it, there is nothing they can't do. Soon they agreed to agree on cooperation. Thiago helped to get the island and approved the documents. Peter Huang was responsible for the specific work. Ming Shao invested money and finished it.

With black and white coverings, Jie Xiaoming was confident that he could walk across the Star Matai. He gave Thiago a bribe of $500,000, plus three famous watches to Peter Huang to handle several things in Fujian. There were relationships and relationships, which made him more stable. This was his confidence in challenging Fu Ping'an.

...

Omi City and Xingma Taicheng have formed friendly cities. Jiangdong Province's investment in Xing is quite large in proportion to foreign investment, and there is a trend of further increase. The business delegation led by Vice Governor Yang Qihang visited Xing for inspection. In addition to government officials, there were many entrepreneurs in the delegation. What Yang Qihang did not expect was that his nephew Xie Xiaoming was also on the plane.

Xie Xiaoming was in business class and sat with his aunt. He smiled and said with a smile: "Auntie, if you don't let me be on the list, I will come by myself. I have loved to go on business trips with you since I was a child."

Yang Qihang had no choice but to do anything to him, and sighed and said, "You can go and play, don't do anything randomly. You must abide by local laws and folk customs. If something happens, my aunt will not be able to save you."

Xie Xiaoming said: "Don't my aunt know me yet? I am the most obedient. I am an absolute law-abiding citizen. I have never deducted my driver's license."

Yang Qihang said: "Shaonui, tell my aunt honestly, what are you doing there?"

Xie Xiaoming said: "Just just play, playing beach volleyball..." Seeing that my aunt's expression was serious, she quickly changed her words, "Several friends took an island there and wanted to develop a water house hotel and diving club. After that, she wanted to develop it quickly and promote our real estate brand in Jinjiang to the international market. I have a PPT here. My aunt will help you with it if you have time and give some professional advice."

Yang Qihang said: "How much is the total investment?"

Xie Xiaoming said: "It's just one billion US dollars, the total plate can be bigger, it depends on the effect of this investigation."

Yang Qihang said seriously: "It's okay to play with it. You'd better not get involved in these things, especially when large-scale funds are remitted abroad."

Xie Xiaoming didn't take it seriously: "I know, auntie, if I don't listen to my parents, I have to listen to you."

The flight arrived at Xingmatai, and a deputy minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs came to the airport to greet him. The delegation stayed in the newly completed Wanda Hotel, while Xie Xiaoming was taken away by a local friend to entertain him.

"Mr. Ming, what do you want to play?" Peter Huang handed a cigar, and the smell of smoke filled the spacious extended Mercedes-Benz.

"Like last time, I would rather eat a bite of fairy peach than a basket of rotten pears." Xie Xiaoming raised his legs and said, saying that he was talking about the local dross of Xingmatai. When the economy was not good in the early years, young prostitutes were prevalent, specifically satisfying the desires of some perverted old European and American men. Now the government has disappeared under severe crackdowns, and there are only some special places.

Xie Xiaoming has never played any celebrity model in China, and has been tired of it for a long time. He just wants to play something rare and fresh. He is not a pervert, he is just looking for something new.

"Arrangement." Peter Huang smiled a little gloomy.

After a banquet, Jie Xiaoming was so drunk that he entered a room with dim lights in the room. The lights in the room were dim, and a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl sat by the bed, probably the gift used to entertain him.

Xie Xiaoming took off his clothes and pounced on him. After a while, he finally lay down panting, took out a few dollars from his wallet and threw them over, signaling the girl to get out.

The girl didn't move, looking at the door. The door was kicked open. The beam of the strong flashlight could blind people's eyes. Jie Xiaoming saw the uniform, big leather boots, batons and pistols, and his ears were full of foreign languages. He was handcuffed and picked up by someone, and he was covered with a black hood on his head. Until he entered the detention center, his head was buzzing.

"I know your Director Thiago, and I know Peter Huang, the leader of Xingmatang!" Jie Xiaoming roared angrily, shaking the railings, only echoes came, and there was not even a record of confession.

Yang Qihang was restless after attending the reception banquet. It seemed that something had happened. She called her nephew. The phone was connected but no one answered. After a long time, someone finally answered. She was an English speaker. Yang Qihang had a good English level. She communicated with the other party and learned that her nephew was arrested by the local police on the charge of raping a minor girl.

Yang Qihang hurriedly asked comrades in the delegation who had a lot of dealing with local people to learn about the sentencing standards for raping minor girls in Xingmatai.
Chapter completed!