After turning to the first page of the information, Wang Yaozu was stunned. He pointed at the photo above and said, "Song Zijie's brother?"
Raymond nodded, "No, otherwise how could I have access to this case."
"The superiors came to me specifically to ask about Song Zijie's situation. His brother Song Zihao was the big brother in power who pushed the counterfeit banknote group to the forefront. Three years ago, we thought Song Zihao was missing. Only when Song Zihao appeared again some time ago did we know that he had been doing business in Taiwan.
I was imprisoned at that time, and the superiors want to know about Song Zijie's situation to see if he has any connection with the counterfeit banknote group, hoping to open a breakthrough."
"You won't sell Song Zijie, will you?" Wang Yaozu turned to look at Raymond with distrust.
"What are you talking about? Am I that kind of person?" Raymond jumped up and said as if he had been wronged: "Not to mention that Song Zijie is yours, but I can trust you even if you don't trust him. Even if he doesn't, he is mine.
Subordinate, I will ensure that there will be no problem with him!"
Wang Yaozu looked Lei Meng up and down and said, "It's not that I don't trust you, it's that you people who are trying to do justice are so evil-minded that you can definitely do such a thing as abandoning a small subordinate!"
Raymond: "..."
Hitting someone without slapping someone in the face, scolding someone without exposing someone's shortcomings. It's boring to speak too clearly!
Ignoring Raymond, Wang Yaozu continued to browse the information.
This money laundering group has a company on the surface: Hengda Asset (Group) Co., Ltd., the boss is Yao Jinglong, the eldest brother who was previously in power on the surface is Song Zihao, the leader MARK is known as Xiao Ma Ge in the Jianghu, Song Zihao was betrayed and imprisoned three years ago
, Brother Ma avenged his elder brother, one person killed more than a dozen people from the other side, but he was also injured and his right leg was disabled.
Currently, the person in power is called Tan Cheng, who was originally Song Zihao's younger brother and was known as "Big Brother Cheng" in the world.
Before Tan Cheng took over, Song Zihao was cautious and cautious. Although the quality of counterfeit banknotes was very high, the volume of shipments had never been large. Precisely because the harm was not great, Interpol had not paid attention to it. But from now on
After Tan Cheng came to power, the number of counterfeit banknotes produced and shipped increased significantly, ten times more than before. This suddenly attracted the attention of Interpol, and what happened today happened.
"The key point now is that we can't find Tan Cheng's counterfeit banknote factory, right?" Wang Yaozu asked after looking through the information.
"Yes, although we all know that Tan Cheng is making counterfeit banknotes, but we can't find the manufacturing factory, everything is empty talk. Even if we catch them trading once or twice, it will be useless. It will not solve the fundamental problem at all." Raymond nodded.
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"This matter is not difficult. Just arrest the person, torture him, and force him to speak out." Wang Yaozu rolled his eyes. He looked down upon Hong Kong Island, which asked for evidence for everything.
"We are police, not bandits!" Raymond rolled his eyes.
"Then what do you mean by looking for me? If you cooperate with me, you will become a bandit?" Wang Yaozu looked at Raymond sideways.
"Ahem, ahem, I didn't say that." Raymond touched his nose and felt a little embarrassed when his uncle looked at him like this.
After coming out of Lei Meng's office, Wang Yaozu recalled for a moment and then called Song Zijie directly to the small conference room.
"Brother Yao, what's the matter?" It's definitely not okay to call him here alone. After sitting down, Song Zijie asked.
"About your brother Song Zihao."
As soon as Wang Yaozu finished speaking, Song Zijie's face darkened. His brother found him a few days ago and was beaten severely by him. He has been in a bad mood these past few days, "Has he committed another crime?"
"What are you talking about!" Wang Yaozu glared and said in a rather dissatisfied tone: "Making counterfeit banknotes is not a big deal in the first place."
Song Zijie: Is this what a police officer should say...
"Besides, is that your brother after all? As the old saying goes, if you help your relatives or not, it doesn't matter if he kills people and sets fires. You also have to protect your younger brother. How to teach you a lesson when you go home is a family matter. It must be outside.
I need help hiding it!"
Speaking of which, although Wang Yaozu may have traveled back in time from later generations, his thoughts were often extremely old-fashioned, such as 'hiding one's relatives from each other', such as 'polygamy'... ahem, the latter one does not count.
Song Zijie also knew that Wang Yaozu was not a rule-abiding person. Saying he didn't care that his brother was a criminal was definitely not a nice word. He really didn't care. However, he couldn't care less, "Because of him, my father was killed."
Already."
"Uh..." Wang Yaozu smacked his lips. He didn't remember this. After so many years, he only remembered a rough outline of the plot. "He really deserves a beating. Beat him hard. His legs will be broken!"
Song Zijie rolled his eyes and said it lightly, but I have to be able to do it!
"Okay, I just want to let you know. Now that Interpol is coming to Hong Kong Island to solve this case, I am going to intercept the case in advance. I just want to say hello to you. I may ask your brother for help later," Wang Yaozu said.
Then he stood up and patted Song Zijie on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I won't touch your brother."
"Of course I can trust Brother Yao, but this case must involve me. I want to investigate my father's death and find out what happened!" Song Zijie stood up with red eyes.
"Okay, I can't live without you!" Wang Yaozu agreed.
…
At the street corner, Song Zihao was sitting on the front of a taxi, holding a newspaper in his hand and covering half of his face. He had been back for many days. He actually didn’t want to come here and disturb Brother Ma’s life. Brother Ma wrote to him.
The letter said that he was living a good life, eating and drinking every day, and being supported by countless younger brothers. For the sake of his younger brother Song Zijie, he did not want to return to the company and resume his old career after he was released from prison. Now it is quite good to drive a taxi every day.
However, I always think about my best brother in the past, and I can't help but pass by here to take a look every time I'm driving. Today, after having a meal and resting for a while at noon, I couldn't help but come here again and sit on the bus.
Looking towards the door, he didn't know what he wanted to see.
When a lame man wearing green work clothes, messy hair, and holding a dirty towel struggled to walk out of the building's underground parking lot exit, Song Zihao's eyes turned red on the spot.
I watched Brother Ma holding the torn towel in his hand, turning on the wipers, spraying glass cleaning fluid on the windshield, and wiping the car skillfully. It was obvious that he was an old master.
Is this what you call a good life?
For a moment, Song Zihao wanted to rush over and acknowledge Brother Ma, but he couldn't move forward. It wasn't that he disliked Brother Ma, but because he was afraid that Brother Ma would feel insecure after seeing him!
At this moment, another group of people walked out of the building, and they saw Tan Cheng, his younger brother, wearing sunglasses and an off-white windbreaker, followed by seven or eight fierce bodyguards in black suits walking towards the car.
Little Ma Ge opened the door to let the driver get in, then opened the back seat door and made a gesture of invitation to Tan Cheng. The gesture was so skillful that it made people feel distressed.
Tan Cheng stood next to the car door, took out his wallet, randomly pulled out three cards and threw them on the ground. Then he got in the car. Brother Ma watched the car go away with a toothpick in his mouth. Then he shook off the towel and bent down to pick it up on the ground.
money.
This scene was all reflected in Song Zihao's eyes, and he was trembling with distress.
It shouldn’t be, Xiao Ma shouldn’t be like this. He should be wearing a black trench coat, wearing black sunglasses, holding a cigarette, and walking gracefully on the streets with people shouting at him. Instead of being alive like he is now.
Worse than a dog!!
Thinking of this, Song Zihao took steps to catch up.