"Last night Han Guoli went to Wang Anqi's house for a banquet and left at ten o'clock in the evening. He drank a total of three bottles of red wine and smoked four cigars." Zeng Xiangrong even knew how many bottles of wine Wang Anqi and Han Guoli had drank and how many cigars they smoked.

Moreover, the wine is Chateau Lafite 1978, and the cigars are Class A 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 met Wang Anqi.

After all, the Criminal Intelligence Division is not omnipotent.

"Da da da." At this time, Meiko raised her hand and knocked on the door. After obtaining Zhuang's consent, she opened the door and placed a box of cigars on Zhuang's table: "Sir, this is what the police chief asked just now.

I gave it to you, saying it was a gift given to him by the Deputy Director of Operations last night. Please try it."

Zhuang Shikai looked at the cigars on the table, nodded and said, "I understand."

Meazi glanced sideways at Zeng Xiangrong, then bowed obediently and quickly exited the chief's office.

Zhuang Shikai picked up the Cuban hardcover cigars on the table, looked at them carefully for a moment, and then opened the cigar box, revealing six cigars inside.

He took one out with his hand, played with it for a moment, and then took it into his mouth: "Keep staring at Wang Anqi and don't let down your guard. I suspect he will cause trouble."

Although South Korea has made its stance clear with its small actions...

Although any news about Korea will definitely be passed on to him...

Although he didn't know the actions of the British bosses...

But Zhuang Shikai had already made a judgment.

Zeng Xiangrong nodded and said: "Yes! Sir!"

"Huh." Zhuang Shikai took out his lighter and lit the cigar, took a deep breath, and exhaled thick white mist.

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

night.

Zeng Xiangrong drove to the Peninsula Hotel.

He had changed out of his uniform and was wearing a suit, pretending to be casual.

"Mr. Zeng."

"Mr. Zeng."

I saw Zeng Xiangrong walking through the revolving door of the hotel with a leisurely pace, wearing a low-key and luxurious craftsman watch on his hand, adjusting his suit with his hands, and came to the elevator door with the bows of two beautiful girls with long legs and short black silk skirts and goose-faced fair skin.

forward.

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

She smiled very sweetly.

Several girls were watching with jealousy.

Zeng Xiangrong ignored the beautiful young girl's flattery and stepped directly into the elevator, straightened his back, pressed the floor button and said: "No need to accompany me."

It turned out that this young lady gently stepped out her long black silk legs, and the thin silk stretched and unfolded, revealing a little skin color, very sexy.

She also wanted to accompany Private Zeng to the elevator and help Private Zeng press the floor, but unfortunately she refused.

However, the young lady still maintained a professional smile, bowed and said, "I wish Mr. Zeng a pleasant meal."

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

1388.

This is the Landlord Club's long-term tenement building in the Peninsula Hotel.

"Ding dong."

Zeng Xiangrong pressed the doorbell.

A young man in a suit opened the door: "Click,"

When he saw the person coming, he bowed with a sharp expression and said, "Mr. Zeng."

"Ah Sheng." Zeng Xiangrong nodded habitually. He seemed to be no stranger to the young man in front of him, but he didn't look like someone who often came to landlord meetings.

"Officer Zeng, Officer Zeng." In the private room, Huang Shitong crossed his legs and leaned on the couch. When he saw someone coming, he quickly stood up to greet him.

Sima Xiang, Chen Zhan, and Mai Shengyun were sitting on the table playing poker, and they all raised their heads and greeted Zeng Xiangrong.

"King of bombs!" Sima Xiang said with a smile, throwing down the cards.

"Won."

This game is over.

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

"Minsheng comes here often to play cards recently? Haha." Zeng Xiangrong picked up the cards on the table and shuffled.

Luo Minsheng stood by and said with a smile: "Officer Zeng was joking, I'm not qualified to play cards, I'm just here to help Uncle Xiang shuffle the cards."

"Haha, you will have a chance in the future." Zeng Xiangrong said as he dealt the cards.

Soon, Chen Zhan, Sima Xiang and Zeng Xiangrong at the table all took their cards and started playing "Fight the Landlord".

Although "Fight the Landlord" is not a mainstream card game in Hong Kong, it is very popular among senior police officers and financial circles. The reason for its popularity is not because it is good for intellectual development or anything like that.

It's just that the dealer likes to play, and they just follow along.

"Three with one." Sima Xiang drew four cards, three 3s and one 6. At first glance, it was a method of taking away a single card.

"Crushed to death." Zeng Xiangrong played four cards and said with a smile.

"Go ahead." Chen Zhan said.

Sima Xiang drew the cards and said, "Has Mr. Zeng been very aggressive in playing cards recently?"

Zeng Xiangrong smiled and said: "The Fenghua International I invested in is going to be listed."

Fenghua International is an international company that deals in pharmaceuticals. Its main business scope is in Southeast Asia, specifically focusing on the cheap pharmaceutical market in Southeast Asia.

Zeng Xiangrong and a small group of Zhuang police officers are the main investors of Fenghua International, of which Zeng Xiangrong holds 30% of the shares.

Now that Fenghua International is about to go public, Zeng Xiangrong and the police officers of the Zhuang family who have invested will be the beneficiaries and can make a huge fortune.

And all of this is done with the tacit approval of the banker. After all, the brothers cannot stop them if they want to make money, but they must grasp the scale of making money.

Sima Xiang played his cards and said: "The IPO is over, the listing process has been completed, we just have to 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 money do you want to cash out?" Sima Xiang asked.

Zeng Xiangrong shook his head: "I don't want to cash out, but my police officers from the Intelligence Division have received word that there are British predators who want to come and destroy the market. I want to eat them!"

"They have tens of millions of dollars in capital. I want to raise Fenghua International from 20 Hong Kong dollars per share to 1.2 cents, and let British capital take over at a high level. We will make a lot of money from them!"

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

"What I like most is making money from British people."

"King Zha!"

Sima Xiang threw out two more cards, and Zeng Xiangrong looked at him suspiciously: "How come there are kings in every hand? This guy can't do anything, can he?"

But they don't have money to play cards, so there's no need to worry too much.

However, in this poker game where there is no money to play, a few words can determine the financial crisis of tens of millions of dollars, which is simply more exciting than playing cards.

"Private Wang, your email." A secretary placed a few letters on the desk of the Deputy Director of Operations.

These letters are all submitted by citizens or departments. They are basic official documents, not confidential documents.

This kind of document is usually placed in the iron mailbox on the first floor of the General Administration. Anyone who wants to take it can get it, but no one will notice it.

Unlike some confidential documents that are directly handed over to the superior, but people often try to peek at them.

"Thank you." Wang Anqi took a few letters and opened the seals without caring whether the paint on them had been touched.

Because these letters themselves are of little significance, he usually just browses and replies casually, which does not take up much time or energy.

"Huh?" When Wang Anqi tore open the third email, she suddenly saw a list of people reporting...

Wang Anqi understood in an instant: This was the plan handed to him by the big bosses!

The big bosses want him to choose what to do!

Wang Anqi was silent for a moment, picked up the Hong Kong dollars, and marked out a few names on the list: Zeng Xiangrong, Yuan Haoyun, Luo Maosen...

With the name confirmed and the plan finalized, a large net is slowly being opened and is about to pounce on the prey!

"do not move!"

"police!"

Central.

gold shop.

A group of hijackers got out of the car with guns drawn and rushed towards the store. However, before they could enter the store, a group of police officers rushed out from all around and aimed their guns at the robbers in front of them.
To be continued...