West District.

breakfast.

"goodbye, baby."

An old-style apartment building with mottled walls and potted plants in front of the corridor windows.

An inspector wearing a suit and holding a briefcase stood in front of the door. He hugged his wife who was wearing a nightgown at the door. He gently placed his hands on his wife's thin waist and lowered his head to kiss her on the cheek.

"Go and work hard." With a rosy complexion, the wife held up her husband's chin with her hands and announced the start of a new day with a shallow kiss.

"Papa." The wife patted the young man's butt with her hand. After just two taps, the young man twisted his buttocks. His buttocks seemed a little stiff and sore.

The young wife's eyebrows were filled with joy and her eyes were satisfied. She looked like she had just been moisturized.

Many young couples always like to exercise in the morning before going to work. It is said that they are more fun than in the evening.

"You go to work, I will prepare a meal for you in the evening." The young woman patted the man's butt again, and the man finally put on his heels and left with his briefcase...

The man walked down the stairs to the old building and stood on the street, planning to catch a minibus to go to Central where the Financial Secretary would go to work.

Judging from the way he looked around and waited quietly, he was no different from a migrant worker from the Mainland in the 21st century.

The young woman stood outside the corridor, quietly looking at her husband, with a sweet look in her eyes that looked like love.

"Wow!"

"Wow!" At this time, the doors of two vans on the street opened. A dozen men in suits, fierce-looking, yet elegantly dressed stepped out of the car, walking at a neither slow nor fast pace, and approached the men in a smart manner.

Surrounded by men.

"Your name is Zhang Sheng?" Helian Entertainment, director of the film and television department, "Big Head" took the lead and stood in front of the man.

At this moment, he was touching his belly with his hand, chewing a toothpick in his mouth, constantly pulling the flesh on his face, and asked aggressively: "You went to check the accounts of Lian Sheng Entertainment last night?"

The belt around "Big Tou"'s waist had holes specially drilled in a clothing store. It could be inserted directly to the end, but it was still a little tight and made a round ball in his belly.

The white shirt under the suit jacket has three buttons on the lower abdomen opened, revealing a few sexy black hairs above the navel.

The young inspector "Zhang Sheng" was full of fighting spirit and ready to start a new day of work. Unexpectedly, before he even boarded the bus, he was blocked by a group of people.

When my wife saw the scene downstairs in the corridor, her pretty face showed nervousness.

"Zhang Sheng" faced a group of people and backed away, waving his hands and saying: "Brother, we have found the wrong person. My name is not Zhang Sheng, my name is Chen Guang."

"Chen Guang?" Big Tou pulled out the toothpick from his mouth, took out a photo, and raised his hand to Zhang Sheng's face.

"Fuck on the street! Do you really think we are blind? Why don't you go to Mong Kok to ask for my Big Tou brother's name! When I was in my prime, you weren't circumcised yet!" Big Tou threw the toothpick on the ground and yelled: "Brother.

Guys! Kill the guy who copied him!"

"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!" A dozen Heliansheng brothers opened their suits, revealing the blades held in their belts. They drew out their machetes and rushed towards the inspector in front.

At this time, the inspector knew that something was wrong and quickly ran away...

I saw the inspector holding his briefcase, holding on to the railing, turning over the hurdle, and hurriedly ran along the road ahead. The big head held on to the railing with both hands and raised his feet. His suit pants were stretched open, and they were about to burst, but he couldn't even connect half of them.

He didn't even lift his feet.

In the end, Datou had no choice but to put down his legs, waved his hands, and asked the brothers to raise their machetes and divide into two teams to outflank the inspector.

In the end, a group of employees from Lian Sheng Entertainment blocked the target dozens of steps away, raised their machetes, and with a bang, they chopped down the inspector. They slashed with more than a dozen knives and felled the person in a pool of blood.

"Hoo, ho, ho..." Datou stood outside the crowd, panting heavily. He picked up a handkerchief and wiped the sweat. While wiping the sweat, he shouted: "Damn it, it's been a long time since I led a team to kill people, and I actually let you run out of the way."

I’m so unfamiliar with the street. I’m really unfamiliar with playing with female stars.”

"Not suitable for killing people at all?" Datou raised his hand and made a scratching gesture, with a smile on his face.

…

"puff!"

Central.

A bus.

"You even checked the accounts of our Hongxing Group?"

"If you don't kill people for a few days, will no one recognize the names of the twelve masters of Hongxing?"

At four positions at the front of the bus, several men wearing jackets and sweatpants stood up, each holding a steel pipe with a bevel cut in their hands, approaching a seat in the middle of the bus with menacing eyes.

The man in a suit in the middle seat had a look of fear on his face. He stood up quickly, held on to his seat, held his briefcase, and backed away with a horrified look on his face.

Finally, retreat to the back of the car.

Han Bin continued to approach with his men and horses, knocked the man unconscious with a stick, and cursed: "I'm telling you! Call me Benny Han Bin!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Han Bin and others gathered around him and beat him up.

On the bus, the citizens were terrified.

"Squeak!" The bus driver quickly stopped the bus and parked it on the side of the road.

Han Bin glared at the man fiercely, "Pfft", raised the steel pipe in his hand, gave it a sharp blow, and used an oblique cut to directly insert the steel pipe into the man's arm, causing the man to hug his arm and let out a scream.

"Get out!" Han Bin picked up the briefcase on the ground, glanced at the man, turned around and yelled, then turned around and got out of the car with the three brothers, and quickly disappeared on the street.

…

"Your Financial Secretary needs to prepare data and materials with the Accounting Committee. A hearing will be held next Wednesday, and opinions on tax increases will be publicly solicited on Friday."

Taiping Mountain.

villa.

Prince Charles was wearing a suit, standing in the study room, admiring an original work of Van Gogh, one of the world's famous paintings, "Starry Night".

Starry Night, one of Van Gogh's masterpieces, was born in a mental hospital in Saint-Rémy, France. It uses blue, yellow, and black to depict a village in a distorted way.

This is Van Gogh's work after his second mental breakdown, and it is also the world after the sublimation of art.

Charles seemed obsessed with this work, as if he could glimpse another world through a distorted perspective.

The Financial Secretary stood behind the carpet and bowed slightly: "Your Highness, there have been eight attacks on tax department inspectors today. Among them, the most seriously injured inspector was stabbed sixteen times and is currently being treated in the ICU."

"When these auditors were injured and attacked, some accounting documents were lost. However, the relevant documents are all backed up and will not have any impact on their work."

Report by the Financial Secretary.

Prince Charles held his chin and nodded slightly: "Do a good job in providing compensation to the attacked inspectors. After all, they are helping us..."

"By the way, how long will it take to get the tax increase assessment report from Chief Accountant 'Phillips'?"

"Let me tell you, Your Highness, it will only take three days at the earliest." The Financial Secretary leaned over gently and said.

"Let the chief accountant hand over the evaluation report to the second chief accountant 'Barty Crouch' for calculation." The watch on Prince Charles's hand sparkled, and the diamonds on the dial seemed like nebulae, setting off the picture.

golden moon.

"Hiss." The Financial Secretary took a breath and said loudly: "Your Highness, you mean... the Chinese businessmen may attack the Association of Accountants?"

Charles looked calm and spoke loudly: "The government's tax increase is a use of government power and is an internal matter. Even China has no right to intervene."

"Although our tax increase will actually harm China's interests, after all, we are in charge of Hong Kong Island at present, so why do they have to give advice on economic and internal affairs?"

"You know, at worst we can admit the failure of the tax increase system in a few years, but we have not caused the loss of a single life on Hong Kong Island. Who dares to blame us?"

If it were not for the strong backing of the police force, Chinese Business Capital would not even have the ability to resist. As for the government's exercise of power, there may be opportunities for planning and weighing within relevant departments.

As a violent institution, the police force has nothing to do with the tax department. The tax department wants to increase taxes, and the Chinese want to stop it.

The only way is to do something dirty!

Because they are just playing for free, the tax authorities will not pay attention to the police force. After all, the Hong Kong Island tax department is not even a disciplinary force. They are basically administrative staff who receive royal rations. Whoever distributes the rations will do things for them.

"I will send additional Royal Special Agents to protect the two big accountants. At Wednesday's hearing, I must get complete tax increase materials and tax increase data that will convince all sectors of society." Charles said while looking at the "Starry Night"

.

"Yes, Your Highness." The Financial Secretary bowed deeply and turned to leave.

"He Liansheng and Hongxing actually took action?" Zhuang Shikai, the General Administration, stood in the tea room, holding a cup of coffee and listening to Yuan Haoyun's report in front of him.

Yuan Haoyun was wearing a suit and casual clothes, holding a spoon in his hand, shaking the coffee gently, and nodded: "Yes, there are many murder cases on the street, all of which are the work of two companies."

Zhuang Shikai's face showed surprise, but he was a little surprised in his heart: "Well done!"

Even if Liansheng and Hong Xing didn't take the initiative, he planned to use the power of the two major associations to beat the drum and intimidate the British prince.

You know, although the societies have theoretically disappeared now, the companies formed by the two major societies, even if they enter the business world, still have a hidden strength, enough to do something.

After all, tax increases are also going to be imposed on associations. How reasonable is it to let associations come out for activities? Now that two major companies have taken the initiative, it is enough to shock the royal family.

And as long as we don’t make things big and cause dozens or hundreds of people to show off, then the society will still not exist, and the public security of the society will not be affected at all. There will just be dozens more cases of revenge and injury, both small and large.

That's all.

"Tell Big Brother B to make friends with Jimmy Zai." Zhuang Shikai ordered in a calm tone.

"Yes, sir." Yuan Haoyun nodded.

"In addition, notify the Flying Tigers to prepare for work." Zhuang Shikai said aloud.

"Yes, sir." Yuan Haoyun responded loudly, and then asked: "Business and private matters? How should I tell Sir Zhou?"

Zhuang Shikai glared at him: "If you do private things in the name of official business, you just have to say what I say!"

The police force! We are indeed preparing to take action!

Because the only way to solve the tax increase is to kill the people from the Association of Accountants and steal the relevant data.

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Chapter completed!