Ge Tianhong didn't know who Liu Handong was talking about, and even if he knew, he didn't know Liu Ziguang.
"Handong, what else can you do besides taking advantage of others?" Ge Tianhong kept saying this over and over again. Based on his knowledge, Liu Handong was skilled, loyal, had people's lives on his hands, and was sentenced to prison. Such a person
He is simply born to be a big brother. He has even planned a development route for Liu Handong. He will first open a nightclub and then enter real estate. At the same time, he will manage the relationship with the government and recruit a group of loyal younger brothers. Within ten years, Liu Handong will definitely be
A big brother-level figure who is as famous as Long Kaijiang, Wang Shifeng and others.
Liu Handong said: "Thank you Uncle Ge for lending a helping hand when I was in the most difficult time. Don't worry, I will still help if something happens in Jinzun. It's just that there are too many things to do. I have to go to school and take care of things on the construction site. I really can't separate them."
It’s hard work. What you originally invested was just stocks, and there’s nothing to get back. So don’t give me any more monthly dividends and transportation fees. I’ll come over and check on you if you have nothing to do.”
Having said this, Ge Tianhong finally accepted it. It's not that Liu Handong is no longer involved, but that he has more room for development. The European Garden is a big project worth billions, and it is not on the same level as Jinzun. He said cheerfully: "Then
Okay, I won’t hinder your development, just come and play from time to time.”
In this way, Liu Handong is no longer a shareholder of Jinzun. This is a decision he made after careful consideration. Nightclubs are a special industry. If you want to make money, you can't avoid pornography, gambling and drugs. You need to have a good relationship with the black and white, and mix with society all day long.
Dealing with gangsters and having a decadent nightlife, if he is exposed to this kind of environment for a long time, he will definitely become bad. Liu Handong doesn't like feasting and reveling in life. Only after he entered Jiangnan University did he know what his ideal life is like.
When he came down from upstairs, he met Xiao Dao, who was delivering drinks on a tray. Liu Handong stopped him and asked, "How is your sister?"
"The condition is now stable, and the hospital bills are all paid by Master." Xiaodao is in a good mood.
"Has your master taught you any special moves? Let me practice them," Liu Handong said.
Xiaodao was a little embarrassed: "I'm still practicing basic skills and can't perform."
"Just perform basic skills."
"Okay." Xiao Dao pulled out a rolled textbook from his waist and handed it to Liu Handong, "Hold it for me."
This is a junior middle school Chinese textbook. It is quite thick. Liu Handong was puzzled when he heard Xiaodao say: "Brother Dong, tell me the number of pages."
"Thirty-four pages." Liu Handong said a number casually, and saw a flash of white light. He didn't see the knife coming out. The Chinese textbook in his hand trembled slightly, and a knife mark appeared. When he opened it, he saw it.
It was just right, the blade cut through thirty-four pages of paper, not one page more or less.
"Good sword skills!" Liu Handong high-fived in praise. Of course he knew the purpose of practicing this kind of sword skills. It was nothing more than cutting bags and slicing pockets. There were specialties in the art, and the basic skills of a thief were honed through sweat.
Xiaodao smiled shyly. He used a scalpel, which was sharp, small and concealed. With his speed and precise power, he could kill someone within five steps without causing any blood.
Liu Handong suddenly had an idea and wanted to bring down Yan Zhizhong. Why not use Lao Gui's skills? Most corrupt officials must have countless gold and silver treasures hidden in their homes. Once they are stolen, there is no need to worry about the Discipline Inspection Commission not getting involved.
He immediately called Wei Shengwen and asked him to talk about something. Wei Shengwen said that he was at the Donggong Bar and asked Liu Handong to come directly.
Twenty minutes later, Liu Handong came to the most famous gay bar in the city. Wei Shengwenzheng and Liszt were chatting with each other. When Liu Handong came, he patted Liszt on the butt and said: "Go back first, I still have business to talk about."
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Liszt greeted Liu Handong politely and resigned first. Liu Handong looked around and told everyone about his plan. Wei Shengwen held his chin and nodded: "Secretary of the district committee, he is only a division-level cadre, but the oil and water are definitely sufficient."
, this vote can be done, but we must agree in advance how to divide the accounts."
Liu Handong said: "The cash and gold and silver items belong to you, and the deposit certificates and antique calligraphy and paintings that are difficult to cash belong to the Discipline Inspection Commission. What do you think?"
Wei Shengwen said: "The thief will not leave empty-handed, so you can't be empty-handed, right?"
Liu Handong smiled and said: "I'm not a thief, and I'm not empty-handed either. What Yan Xiaojun owes me will have to be paid back sooner or later."
Two people were not enough to do this, and a strong player was needed to join him. Liu Handong thought of Wang Xing. This guy seemed to be living a good life recently, and he didn't know if he was willing to take the risk.
When I called, I heard the cry of a child on the receiver. Wang Xing's twins could already walk, but they were still very annoying. It was said that the two nannies hired by the family were not enough.
"Mr. Liu, what's the matter? Tell me quickly." Wang Xing shouted on the other end of the phone.
"Would you like to take the business? You don't have to do it yourself, just provide information support."
“How much money can I lose?”
"You come first and then we talk."
Half an hour later, Wang Xing rushed to the Donggong Bar. He didn’t talk about the business, but complained first. The millions of dollars he had saved for his family were almost gone. His wife bought a house, his brother-in-law bought a car, and his father-in-law bought an excavator for business. Then he got into a car accident while driving drunk.
I injured someone, but the insurance company wouldn't pay for it. It was Wang Xing who paid for the aftermath. The money went out in a flurry, and now I only have two or three hundred thousand left.
"After all, it's ill-gotten wealth. It goes away as quickly as it comes." Wang Xing lamented.
Liu Handong said: "Then if there is any ill-gotten wealth, do you want it?"
"Yes, of course, don't be an idiot." Wang Xing's eyes lit up and he sat up straight.
So Liu Handong explained his plan again, and Wang Xing immediately shook his head: "No chance, Yan Zhizhong is a well-known upright official, with clean sleeves and a spotless look."
Liu Handong curled his lips: "Only ghosts believe it."
Wang Xing said: "It's true. Yan Zhizhong has been an official for many years. He is very careful. A suit can be worn for ten years. He has never changed a tie. When the cuffs and neckline are frayed, he always asks a tailor to mend them. During meetings, he always
Using a can as a tea cup and covering it with a woolen cover, do you think a person who can act like this can hide money at home?"
Liu Handong said: "You have experience, can you tell me where his money is hidden?"
Wang Xing spread his hands: "I'm not the roundworm in his belly, how do I know?"
Wei Shengwen, who had been silent and just brooding with his pipe in his mouth, spoke: "First of all, this Yan Zhizhong is definitely not an upright official. The real upright officials have long been eliminated. According to my experience, the more honest and simple officials behave, the more they care about property."
With an almost crazy love, Yan Zhizhong is not only a corrupt official, but also a big corrupt official. I have read his information and found that this person is a commune secretary and is a pure dirtbag, so his money will not be stored in any Swiss bank or even a safe.
He doesn't know how to use it, his money should be buried underground."
Liu Handong and Wang Xing looked at each other: "Master, how did you know?"
Wei Shengwen waved his hand: "This is a thousands-year-old tradition of China's rich and powerful. In the old society, rural landowners would dig holes in their houses, bury several large jars, bury ingots and copper coins, and then restore the level and pave the floor with tiles.
Leaving a secret path, all the projects were done by my own family, and even the servants were not allowed to know about it. The secret was passed on to future generations only after the old man passed away."
Liu Handong nodded frequently: "I understand, the rich people in the old society didn't trust bank notes, and the corrupt officials in the new society don't trust bank trusts, because there will always be clues and leaks. The Discipline Inspection Commission of the Procuratorate is not a vegetarian, and every investigation will be accurate.
It is safest to keep your money in a secret place."
Wei Shengwen snapped his fingers: "OK, let's check according to this idea."
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At 8 o'clock in the morning, a black Audi A6 drove to the Wangdong District Party Committee Cadre Community. This community was built in the 1990s and has five buildings in total. Most of the people living here are middle-level cadres and retirees from the District Party Committee and District Government.
People who have some skills are buying luxury houses outside to live in.
Yan Zhizhong and his wife live here. Information shows that his home is Unit 301, Unit 2, Building 1. There is a saying in the old building that the first floor was dirty, the second floor was messy, the third and fourth floors were for senior officials, and the fifth and sixth floors were occupied.
He is an idiot. Those who can live on the third floor are all cadres with status and ability. However, considering Yan Zhizhong's current status, living here is really considered to be honest and simple.
The security in the community is not tight. The cameras are drooping and may have malfunctioned a long time ago. The Audi car driven by Liu Handong has a fake license plate. He is not afraid of being checked. In fact, no one comes to check. In the minds of ordinary citizens, the black Audi A6
It is a standard official car, only used by cadres. Who would have thought that two thieves were sitting in this Audi car.
"It is impossible to dig a cellar on the third floor. This rule out." Wang Xing held a telescope and looked at the figure on the third floor in the distance through the dark car window. "Yan Zhizhong's wife is a housewife. She has no job and does not play mahjong.
In addition to buying groceries, I usually watch TV at home, so it’s not easy to sneak in."
Liu Handong said: "It doesn't make much sense to sneak in. Even if the walls of this kind of house are made into mezzanines, there won't be much money hidden."
Just as he was talking, Yan Zhizhong's wife came downstairs carrying a vegetable basket. She was in her sixties, less than 1.5 meters tall, and ugly. She looked like someone's nanny. Today, when officials are generally jealous,
Yan Zhizhong comes home on time every day and does not dislike his poor wife. He is admirable for his ability in acting.
The old woman walked away with the basket on her arm. Liu Handong unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, carrying a box of milk and a hanging banana upstairs. He looked like a gift giver. Wei Shengwen also walked in from outside the community, dressed in a jacket and trousers.
, acting like civil servants, the two of them entered the unit door one after the other and reached the third floor. Wei Shengwen took out the master key and easily opened the security door and entered the room.
Yan Zhizhong's home is decorated in a very ordinary way, maintaining the style of the last century, with white walls and tile floors, a landscape painting of Dapeng spreading its wings hanging in the living room, a leather sofa covered with a cloth cover, and an old-fashioned 29-inch TV. In the bedroom
It has wooden floors and clothes hanging to dry on the balcony. It doesn't look like an official, and is similar to the average retired cadre family.
Wei Shengwen took out a small spray can and sprayed some mist liquid on his hands, and began to inspect the room, knocking on the walls and floors, opening the wardrobe, and searching through the layers of clothes. His movements were very fast and pointed, and he knew who he was.
The gangster, those who didn't know better thought they were agents handling the case.
In the car downstairs, Wang Xing, who was in charge of the lookout, was smoking a cigarette and paying attention to the gate. Suddenly he noticed that Yan Zhizhong's wife was back, accompanied by several old ladies, all wearing red "security" hoops on their arms.