Chapter 181: Legacy Expansion
As it turns out, it is true.
Since Wang Hanting was reluctant to take the POS machine, Jian Ruochen wrote him a check and left with the keys to five stores.
The next day.
The news that five shops in Causeway Bay were sold reached Brother Jiu’s ears.
He lit a cigarette, leaned against the rotating red, white and blue light strip in the barber shop, and looked across with a gloomy face.
Outside the shop, furniture dealers who were moving and collecting second-hand goods were coming in and out. The workers had white towels around their necks and their faces were full of joy.
"The boss told us to take everything we wanted and bring it back!"
"Is there such a good thing? Does it cost money?"
"No! They said they were free! After you've picked them out, report the rest to the boss and sell them second-hand!"
Everyone looked at each other and kept looking at the sofas and coffee tables that were being used. Some of the furniture was in bad shape, but most of it was still decent. The dirty ones could be used again by changing the cover.
Boss Chen is such a good man who cares about his workers!
In the shop, the sounds of knocking and demolishing walls were heard constantly. The food truck that delivered meals and cold drinks was parked on the side, and the fragrance wafted nearly a hundred meters away.
"What's wrong with Yi Xihao? Is he selling it so soon?" Bao Jiayun looked across.
He was shirtless, sitting on a small stool at the door of the barber shop, with a basket of bundles of tobacco leaves in a plastic basket at his feet.
Leaf tobacco is dark reddish brown with a hint of green on the edges. It is dried and curled. It is cheaper than shredded tobacco. When it is rolled into cigarettes and sold, the taste is almost the same as shredded tobacco.
Anyway, those who come to them to buy cigarettes, the good thing is the poison mixed in the cigarettes.
Bao Jiayun looked across, but the thought of "Liu Yucheng" flashed through his mind.
The platinum hair, smiling eyes, and elegance are unforgettable.
After that day, he no longer had the energy to follow his ninth brother to wash his feet. Later he went to ask the restaurant, and the owner said he had never seen Liu Yucheng.
He didn't go!
Do you look down on that restaurant?
Yes, it's normal for that person to look down on the precious and delicate girl.
And the person next to Liu Yucheng...is he traveling with them?
If we were in the same industry, how much nobler would we be than them?
The more Bao Jiayun thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He exerted force with his hands and crushed the leaves.
Brother Nine kicked him on the calf, "You are distracted, watch out, there are not enough goods."
Bao Jiayun smiled twice and asked again: "After Yi Xihao and the other two sold their shops, we are the only ones left on this street, right?"
"Yeah." Brother Jiu squatted down, extinguished his cigarette on the ground, and threw the butt into the box for broken hair. He exhaled slowly, "Now that CIB has changed people and customs are checking more strictly, it's hard to take these things out. We'll take the money and leave immediately after selling them. We'll also put them up for sale in the barber shop. The more money we can take, the better."
"Where to go? England?" Bao Jiayun's brows seemed to be filled with worry. "Brother, I don't want to go back to England. They look down on Chinese people over there, and they look down on Hong Kong people even more."
"Then we can go to the United States. At worst, we can go to Italy or France. Anyway, we can't survive in China. The mainland has also begun to crack down on drug abuse. After Hong Kong returns, we will not have a good life."
Brother Jiu paused and whispered, "According to the information I got, Guan Yingjun will go to the police academy for 14 weeks of training before taking office. The police academy will start in September. If you calculate carefully, we still have 18 weeks at most."
Less than half a year.
Brother Jiu reached out and rolled up the tobacco leaf little by little along the veins of the leaf, sealed it in cigarette paper, and made it into the size of a thin cigar, leaving it unsealed at the front and back so that it could be filled with the right amount of drugs during further processing.
All they have to do is leave Hong Kong before Guan Yingjun officially takes office.
Brother Jiu rolled a few cigarettes, and suddenly he felt uneasy again. He kicked Bao Jiayun's stool and said, "Go and find out what happened to Yi Xihao, who bought the shop opposite us, and..."
Bao Jiayun widened his eyes: "Anything else?"
Brother Nine glanced at him and said, "Find an agent to put the barber shop on the market. It doesn't matter if the money is a little bit low, but we need one that can take over the whole business, and the transaction doesn't require both parties to show up."
Bao Jiayun was not very willing.
That kind of intermediary is also a gray industry. If you go with them, you will lose at least a million.
But face-to-face sex is more dangerous.
Compared to money, life is more important.
Bao Jiayun accepted the task, picked a few finished pure leaf cigarettes and put them into the cigarette box, walked shirtless to the "construction site" opposite, handed out cigarettes and chatted, "Brothers, has this shop been sold?"
upstairs.
Guan Yingjun narrowed his eyes.
He was directing CIB to keep watch and also helping Jian Ruochen with something. On the surface, they were all bodyguards that Young Master Chen had brought to the construction site to help and protect him.
Next to Guan Yingjun was a wall that had been broken through and demolished. He was supporting himself with a hammer in one hand, wearing black boots, standing on a piece of the ruins and looking down.
It was hot on the construction site and many people were shirtless. Guan Yingjun's black sweatshirt seemed to be attached to his body and he didn't take it off even though it was soaked. Sweat rolled down his bare arms and hit the dust.
Jian Ruochen felt hot watching this, he lowered his head and took a few sips of the glass of iced lemon tea, while with his other hand he grabbed a paper fan and fanned it vigorously.
He sat limply on a bucket prepared for mixing cement, with almost no sweat on his forehead.
It seems that what you are sitting on is not a bucket, but a small European-style sofa.
The workers who came up to carry bricks always couldn't help but look at him.
Boss Chen is so generous.
Provide food, water and cigarettes.
Although there are many requirements and strict inspections, it is a comfortable job and they are willing to be watched and carefully selected.
After smoking the Marlboro given by Boss Jian, who would still want unbranded leaf cigarettes?
The man downstairs who was chosen by Bao Jiayun to inquire smiled and waved his hands: "No, no. I have cigarettes."
Bao Jiayun was not upset at the start, and he lit up a cigarette while saying, "The man who bought the shop is really rich, buying five in a row! Do you know which young master he is?"
"I don't know... I just know his last name is Chen." The worker said as he continued mixing the cement, with a look on his face that said: I'm busy, you're annoying, get out.
Bao Jiayun got a cold look and looked unhappy.
Cursing inwardly: Isn’t he just a worker? Mud-legged peasant!
If you don't even have this kind of vision, what future can you achieve!
He was indignant in his heart, but he forced himself to keep his expression straight and went to the lunch delivery car to inquire.
Little did he know that his every move was being watched by a group of CIB police officers above.
Ji Zhengwen, the inspector of Group A of the Criminal Intelligence Department, was shirtless. He leaned against the dusty wall and looked at it for a long time. He smiled thoughtfully and said, "This man is a bit irritable. His face is yellow and white. He might have smoked."
"I've seen him, he must be addicted," said Guan Yingjun.
Ji Zhengwen hissed, and saw Bao Jiayun walking around downstairs, and then poking his head to look inside the building a few times. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found nothing. "He must have been asking around. He didn't notice what we were doing."
As he spoke, he glanced at Jian Ruochen.
The famous consultant Jian was sitting on a bucket and staring at Guan Sir in a daze, his lotus-colored lips slightly parted, moist and glistening.
Simply beautiful is not enough to describe such a person.
He is really good looking.
Ji Zhengwen followed Jian Ruochen's gaze and looked at Guan Yingjun. He suddenly felt fortunate that this man not only had a good-looking face and a good figure, but also had an uncle who was the boss.
Otherwise, how could they, CIB, have found such a... a boss who is so straightforward and disdains official connections, and also comes with a God of Wealth.
In the past, they would tail the vendors pretending to sell goods in the hot sun nearby.
Not like now? Someone helped buy up a store near the target of surveillance, provided them with good food and drink, and provided them with fans. All they had to do was pretend to knock on the wall.
It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.
Looking back on his ten years of work, Ji Zhengwen hardly dared to imagine what kind of life he had lived.
Ji Zhengwen's gaze shifted between Guan Yingjun and Jian Ruochen.
Guan Yingjun finally couldn't stand his gaze always falling on Jian Ruochen anymore, raised his hand and handed over the hammer in his hand, "Take people to take turns to watch and see if you can find out who is above Brother Jiu. The amount of tobacco leaves they have is not large. Judging from the color, size and smell, they should be produced on the same land. It would be best if we can find a factory that grows tobacco leaves and produces drugs."
Ji Zhengwen took the hammer, "Yes sir."
"It's probably not a large scale operation. It's probably just scattered ignorant farmers who don't even know what they are planting." Guan Yingjun raised his hand and patted Ji Zhengwen's shoulder heavily. "I'll leave it to you. Report any situation in time."
Jian Ruochen looked at it and raised his eyebrows slightly.
If Sir Guan wanted to act like he was entrusted with an important task in order to win people's hearts, it was actually quite natural, without even a trace of acting.
Even if you look at it from the perspective of micro-expression psychology, you can't find any faults.
Ji Zhengwen believed it, saluted and said nothing.
Guan Yingjun nodded to everyone and asked Jian Ruochen to go back with him.
Jian Ruochen waved goodbye to the CIB members, "Thank you for your hard work. Just tell the waiter what you want to eat. I have negotiated the money. I will refund you for any excess or supplement you for any shortfall. It will definitely be enough."
Ji Zhengwen saluted Jian Ruochen again.
The two went down to the first floor and planned to leave through the back door.
The backyards of these shops are connected to small courtyards and green belts. Evergreen trees stand tall, with some dust from the renovation falling on their leaves, which isolate the flow of traffic and people and form a natural barrier.
The yard is less than five square meters and is filled with miscellaneous items such as newspapers and old bicycles.
Guan Yingjun smelled a strong smell of dust, and his wet sweatshirt was sticky and uncomfortable. "Wait."
"What?" Jian Ruochen paused.
Looking back, I saw Guan Yingjun pulling at the hem of his sweatshirt and taking it off, revealing his muscular naked upper body. As his muscles relaxed, sweat rolled from his chest into the shallow grooves of his abdominal muscles.
Guan Yingjun lifted the sweat shirt to a place far away from Jian Ruochen and twisted it, and the sweat fell down, forming a small puddle.
The two were close to each other, and Jian Ruochen could even feel the warmth coming from Guan Yingjun's body.
There is a faint but particularly recognizable hormonal smell.
He sniffed, feeling a little hot, and looked back. The back door was closed and no one was looking this way. He moved closer and used his towel to wipe the sweat off the man's body.
Guan Yingjun grabbed his hand that had touched his chest twice, his forehead puffed up, and he reached out to untie the shirt that was tied around Jian Ruochen's waist for fear of getting it dirty and put it on.
He pursed his lips and said, "You..."
Jian Ruochen lowered his head to look at his chest, then raised his head and smiled, his lips slightly parted, and he said two words.
Guan Yingjun immediately spread out his clothes and put them on. Regardless of the heat, he raised his hand and buttoned them to the top.
Jian Ruochen laughed and found it particularly interesting to tease this old-fashioned man who was always restrained and conservative when he went out.
This person has two completely different faces when he is on a mission and when he is not on a mission.
Although being an undercover agent has cultivated a lot of bandit spirit, in this kind of matter, he still feels like he is facing a formidable enemy because of these two words.
The summer vacation passed very quickly. Ever since they had a taste of human nature, Jian Ruochen and Guan Yingjun would eat each other several times a week. After discussing it, they felt that setting an alarm for eating was scientific, so they continued the first alarm as a fixed hobby and discussed it together.
As for the daytime, it is filled with official business.
He couldn't go to Causeway Bay often as it would be easy to be exposed, so Jian Ruochen could only stay at home with Uncle Luo and Guan Yingjun, who would take turns cooking for him.
Guan Yingjun taught them some reasoning and deduction methods in advance, and the two solved an unsolved case during the summer vacation.
The godfather seemed to be obsessed with letting him learn some financial knowledge, and he used a whiteboard to tell him how to short a company.
Guan Yingjun, who was sitting on the side and listening, was able to understand and apply what he had learned. However, Jian Ruochen was still stuck on the stage of short selling and borrowing stocks, and he just wanted to sleep after listening.
He really has no way with numbers.
In order to make Uncle Luo happy, he could only invest money whenever he had free time, casting a wide net, and investing based on his memories of future generations, focusing on charity, hoping to satisfy Uncle Luo with his spending.
September 5th, when the Hong Kong Police College opened.
Jian Ruochen checked the cash balance.
30 billion US dollars.
One hundred times three, it expands.
Apart from the 10 billion that Uncle Luo earned from leading Conant, and the 10 billion in assets, the remaining 10 billion seemed to be earned by him himself.
Jian Ruochen put down the phone and reflected on himself, thinking about the more than twenty industries he had invested in during this period, including catering, snacks, jade jewelry, electronic technology, real estate, steel, shipyards, etc. We have tried our best to ensure that the types of investments do not repeat within 30 days.
When they really didn't know how to spend the money, they even spent it to auction overseas cultural relics and then donated them to the Capital Museum in the mainland free of charge.
Yesterday, I was racking my brains to get people to invest in the fishing village, planning to build a high-end sunshade fishing platform worth tens of millions.
Jian Ruochen couldn't figure it out.
No, where is his money?
How can I still make money after working so hard?
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