Teng Yuliang got off the bus with the driver and returned to his residence.
The place they rented is an old-fashioned residential complex, which belongs to the family home of the Second Cold Drink Factory. Almost all the original residents have moved away. People in the surrounding counties and towns are very mobile, and the residents are not just some boys or girls who work as waiters. They are some older businessmen selling vegetables and daily necessities.
Teng Yuliang rested in the car for a while and became quite sober. He walked with the driver on the external stairs to the second floor, turned a corner, and then walked on the external platform to door 207.
"Dangdang."
The driver stood on the outer platform, glanced around, and then knocked lightly on the door.
"Squeak."
The door was pushed open by a young woman about thirty years old. She looked at Teng Yuliang and nodded with a smile and said, "Brother, I'm back."
"Haha, has there been any change in the account?"
Teng Yuliang nodded with a smile and walked into the living room. He saw seven or eight people gathered around a large round table, working attentively on laptops. He nodded with satisfaction and asked casually.
"It's more than five million." The young woman said casually after closing the door.
"Has it been decomposed?" Teng Yuliang asked.
"After receiving 500,000 yuan, we will decompose it. Every 50,000 yuan will be credited into a new account, transferred five times, and then washed through the old channels in Xiamen. It is estimated that the money will be back tomorrow." The young woman quickly replied. .
"Okay, you go ahead and I'll call the boss." Teng Yuliang picked up a bottle of mineral water and nodded with a smile.
"Brother, don't you need to leave some for the boss?" the young woman asked doubtfully.
"I talked to him on the phone yesterday. He has plenty of money. He even lost someone in Fanjiatun and didn't mention it to me. He is the real big brother, and he is just as good as us." Teng Yuliang said casually.
"Then what is he trying to do?" The young woman was still puzzled.
"Be professional and transfer the money."
Teng Yuliang glanced back at the young woman, frowned and replied, then took out his phone and ran to the back room. The young woman did not dare to ask any more questions and continued to control the money laundering process.
There are seven or eight people in the hall, both men and women. The team has been formed for several years, but they have never failed. As soon as the funds are in hand, they are immediately dispersed. Everyone is responsible for their own share. Some are cheating, and some have formulated actions. There are those who deceive plans and risk assessments, those who place equipment, and those who work with guns. They are well organized, orderly, very professional, and very difficult to deal with.
And today, we are going to touch this gang.
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On the other end, Zhuang Qingzhou had already started to move money, transferring large amounts of money to Teng Yuliang's account.
Zhuang Qingzhou has a very tough character. Once he decides on something and starts to operate it, he will not be afraid of the wolf in front of him and the tiger in the back. He has a great mentality and is ruthless in his attacks. After the funds were rolled out, he gave Li Shuishui a few words, After arranging the content of the conversation with Teng Yuliang tomorrow, he took the people away.
Soon, 20 million in cash was transferred into Teng Yuliang's account from multiple channels.
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"Brother, the money is here." The young woman stood in the living room and shouted, holding her shoulders.
"So fast." Teng Yuliang walked out of the house dumbly.
"There must be a team behind this old village. It is estimated that the money is not clean and scattered, but it poured into us very quickly. It must not be operated by three or two people." The young woman quickly returned.
"Professional, haha, I'll just be professional," Teng Yuliang curled his lips and smiled, and then shouted: "After the money is gone, start cleaning up the scene, take away all the equipment, and handle it in a unified manner. There will be a celebration party in Jilin tomorrow night. ."
"Hula la."
After Teng Chu finished shouting, the people in the room stood up and began to clean up the battlefield in an orderly manner. Those who worked with guns were also notified and were ready to come down from the third floor to pick up people.
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"Beep bell bell."
The phone in my hand rang.
"Hey, Brother Di Nan, what are you doing? They are about to withdraw." Han Dayan, who was squatting downstairs, asked quickly.
"You saw someone."
I asked quickly.
"Six or seven came down from upstairs," Han Dayan replied.
"Okay, let Xiguang and Jin Beibei arrange the people in the ten cars and then withdraw."
I thought for a moment and said directly.
"Why."
"They can't get up to what's going on below." I said without hesitation.
"Stop talking nonsense, just fuck them with my dick. What are you thinking about?" Han Dayan said in a broken voice.
"Wait for me, I'll take someone over in a moment."
I frowned and replied, then hung up the phone.
"Fuck." Han Dayan looked at the hung up phone and cursed speechlessly.
"Brother Nan, what do you mean?"
Jin Beibei asked.
"Let you and Xi Guang evacuate and arrange for the group of people who helped follow the car just now." Han Dayan replied.
"Why?" Xiguang asked in disbelief.
"There's no need for you two." Han Dayan said openly.
"Get out of here, what am I doing?" Jin Beibei asked dissatisfied.
"Fuck, we have to evacuate you two. War criminals must have come from our base camp and let you two make room. Brother Nan is really angry this time. Oh, I don't know what these people used to stab him in the lungs." Han Dayan. He replied casually.
"Brother Hao is back," Jin Beibei's eyes lit up.
"Can you get out of here? I still have to work."
"He's coming back, so it won't be unbalanced if I withdraw." Xi Guang rolled his eyes, dragged Jin Beibei and got out of the car.
On the edge of City H, outside the office of Shenyang Spring Logistics Center, Hassan and I have been waiting for two hours.
"boom."
Two trailers in the distance, with the logo of Spring Logistics printed on them, drove slowly with their headlights on.
"Bang."
I held a cigarette in my mouth and opened the car door directly.
The trailer stopped at the entrance of the logistics center. The driver jumped out and said to me, "I am the lead driver."
"Thanks, buddy." I nodded and said politely.
"It's a small matter. I'll open it when you're in the car." The driver smiled, turned back and picked up the crowbar, walked to the back of the car and opened the truck box.
"Puff, puff."
There was the sound of people's feet hitting the ground, and I looked over in the light of the car. Two sturdy young men with crew cuts and black training uniforms turned to look at me.
"Nannan, my name is Hu Ke. When I was in the army, Haozi was my comrade. Now I am also in Myanmar and from Jinan." The first young man with a small flat head, about 20 years old, had hollowed out palms. Wearing non-slip rock climbing gloves, with an ordinary face, he smiled and extended his hand to me.
"My name is Tong Bandit," said the other young man, who was about 1.85 meters tall, with a long back and waist, dark skin, an angular face, and spoke concisely and clearly.
"Child bandit." I asked with a frown.
"Guangming is my cousin." Tong Bandit replied directly.
"Recovered." I asked again.
"My cousin said that when I arrive in Myanmar, I will re-enlist in the army. Hu Ke and I are a team," Tong Bandit said with a smile.
"What combination?" I asked curiously.
"Specialized in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction."