Chen Rou nodded: "So Guo Xiaobai's company's bank transfer checks, personal seals, financial seals, and even contract seals are all in Qin Qianqian's hands. She plans to transfer the money out through the British army."
Nie Jiajun said, "Through Yu Guangxu's introduction, she contacted Lieutenant Colonel Wali."
Guo Xiaobai owns a company, and the money in its account is different from personal deposits in banks. If cash is withdrawn, a specific reason is required, such as salary or various expenses. The amount that can be withdrawn is also very small. Large sums can only be transferred through business-to-business transfers. Even in places like Hong Kong where money transactions are relatively convenient, withdrawing hundreds of millions or billions of yuan from the stock market through banks and transferring it out of the country requires approval from the China Banking Regulatory Commission.
It's impossible for ordinary people to bypass the China Banking Regulatory Commission.
But when Yu Zhengrong transferred money overseas, he went to the British military, and now Qin Qianqian is going to Yu Guangxu, it's the same thing.
Nie Jiajun didn't know Qin Qianqian very well, and he actually had a knot in his heart. There was clearly nothing between his grandfather and Qin Qianqian. Qin Qianqian's body odor had only offended Chen Rou, but his uncle got very angry. Nie Jiajun felt that his uncle was being too sensitive and making a mountain out of a molehill.
Although Chen Rou's efforts to mend the relationship have made him more willing to live with them.
But Nie Jiajun always felt a little guilty towards his grandfather.
I helped him find a monk to perform a ritual some time ago, but recently his condition has worsened, so he's arranging another ritual.
But Nie Jiajun still remembered Qin Qianqian because of what happened that day. And today, when he overheard Lieutenant Colonel Wali exchanging love confessions with a woman and discussing transferring 2 billion from Hong Kong, Nie Jiajun was shocked.
He is the eldest son of Hong Kong's richest family, but he actually only has 2 billion in assets.
But that money was the result of the savings accumulated by three generations, from his great-grandfather to his grandparents and then to his parents.
Qin Qianqian, a woman in her early thirties, now controls such a large sum of money that she can transfer directly to Switzerland through her connections with the British military. Not only can she not use it herself, but her three generations can use it indefinitely.
To further imagine, what if Nie Zhao hadn't acted so decisively that day, driving Qin Qianqian away and locking up her grandfather?
Even if Qin Qianqian doesn't become his little grandmother, as long as she has that relationship, she has the guts to do things.
She could even establish connections within the British military camp, so the money she wanted to get from the Nie family wouldn't be the hundreds of millions or tens of millions of pocket money that Nie Jiajun imagined, but rather hundreds of millions or even billions—a huge sum that could cripple the Nie family.
Looking back, Nie Jiajun himself felt quite embarrassed.
Chen Rou, however, saw through his thoughts and said with a smile, "I remember when Qin Qianqian came to our house, you and Jiayu hid on the stairs eating melons and watching gossip, and you were having so much fun. You even complained to Jiayu that your uncle was heartless... Jiajun, that money is stolen money that the mainland government will designate to be recovered. You should call the police right away."
That's the government's compensation money for relocation and resettlement of ordinary people.
Many people were forced to vacate their homes, but the compensation money for the demolition has disappeared, leaving them homeless.
Qin Qianqian was insatiable. She had already amassed a fortune of tens or hundreds of millions of yuan, but she was still not satisfied and wanted to transfer the ill-gotten gains out of the country. If she doesn't go to jail, who will?
Nie Jiajun snapped his fingers again, but then asked Chen Rou, "Are you sure you don't want to go and join in the fun?"
Chen Rou was actually doing this for his and Huo Qi's own good. After all, if they really wanted to continue working in the police station after the return, they couldn't be so arrogant. They needed to cultivate a good impression on the mainland. So she said, "You can negotiate with the mainland public transportation yourselves. Let me know if you have any news about Sir James and Colonel Lango."
Yu Guangxu and Qin Qianqian are just minor characters; Chen Rou doesn't need to waste her energy on them.
She had to conserve her energy to deal with Britain's top agents.
By the way, the nanny always hesitated when answering the phone, and kept saying that the young master was very happy. Nie Zhao felt something was wrong, so he specially canceled his social engagements today and left work early.
The car came to a stop at the gate, and the bodyguard in the passenger seat got out and went inside.
The wet nurses have changed shifts; it's the night shift wet nurses and childcare workers now, sitting on the benches in the corridor behind the restaurant.
Ah Yuan's favorite thing was that little tricycle from the capital parked at their feet.
Hearing the boss's footsteps, the two stood up at the same time. The nanny pointed into the distance and said, "The young master is working."
What kind of work could a little boy who is only a little over one year old do, and what is there for him to do?
But A Yuan was really working, very focused on his work.
He sat in the backyard with Ah Hui, the old bodyguard in charge of guarding the house, holding a gun case in his hand.
Ah Hui is holding glue and helping Ah Yuan repair the toy gun that his older brother broke.
As human beings, education is certainly important, but a person's nature is the decisive factor in whether they can achieve success.
A Yuan never stops once he opens his eyes. He doesn't like the slow electric cars and motorcycles that Nie Zhao bought, but rather the small tricycles that he can control himself.
It wandered around the whole room, making people dizzy.
He rarely quiets down, but when he does, he becomes exceptionally quiet.
When his favorite toy gun broke, he would ask the oldest bodyguard to fix it for him. He would sit next to him and watch, and he would hand him any parts he needed.
In other words, while he was watching, he was taking notes, thinking, and considering what Ahui would do next.
Education is a step-by-step process; rules are meant to be learned, but also meant to be broken.
Nie Zhao stood behind his son for a long time before suddenly asking, "Do you like this little gun?"
When A-Yuan turned around and saw it was his father, his expression changed instantly. His eyes widened, his mouth shrunk, and he leaned his head closer, whispering, "Mmm!"
Okay, Nie Zhao can't take the easy way out and just make a clean break. He has to teach his son what a real gun is and what he can't touch, and what a toy gun is and what he can touch but can't point at people and shoot.
Education is a complex subject, and he devoted as much effort to educating his son as he did to running a business.
Nie Zhao often wondered why people who strolled around Lan Kwai Fong and Victoria all day never paid attention to whether the children were wild or free-range.
Ah Hui had already fixed the toy gun. Seeing the boss arrive, he quickly stood up and said, "Boss."
Nie Zhao took the plastic toy gun from his son, then handed it back to him, carried it onto the lawn, and asked softly, "Do you know how to use it?"
A-Yuan nodded vigorously, then touched the sight at the front of the toy pistol with his tiny little finger. He then raised it with both hands, first straightening it and then pressing his wrists down, so that the muzzle and his eye were at a perfect 90-degree angle. But instead of pulling the trigger that had just been glued on, he whispered, "biu!"
He must have been taught by his mother; his posture is so perfect.
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