vncnus Chapter 55 Huang Bingyao is anxious
Chapter 55 Huang Bingyao is anxious
"On another note, did that loser actually put any effort into investigating that bastard Luo Maosen?"
Huang Bingyao suddenly looked up and stared at Cao Dahua.
"Investigate! There's definitely been an investigation!" Cao Dahua said seriously, seemingly genuine, adding, "A-Fan has been working incredibly hard on the investigation, spending forty or fifty thousand on intelligence fees alone."
"Forty or fifty thousand?"
"Damn it! Out of a budget of 500,000, he only contributed 40,000 or 50,000?"
Huang Bingyao was furious.
He had suspected something was amiss when Chen Fan asked him for 500,000 yuan for activity expenses, but he never expected the trick to be so outrageous, it was sickeningly sweet!
He only dared to fill in 600,000 yuan as the informant fee when applying for it.
Chen Fan, on the other hand, only used one-tenth of the 500,000 to get things done, keeping the rest for himself.
hateful!
Seeing Huang Bingyao's fury, Cao Dahua immediately realized something was wrong.
He... seems to have gotten himself into trouble!
But he had to admit that Chen Fan was really bold.
"Boss, you trust the people you employ!"
"Perhaps what I see is only the surface of his efforts; it's possible that Afan has other expenses behind the scenes."
"If he's willing to talk, he won't let us down. Trust him!"
Cao Dahua quickly tried to salvage the situation.
He finally got a comfortable retirement job that was like paradise, and he didn't want to lose it so soon.
"Go back and tell him to give me the most accurate information today!"
"Otherwise, don't blame me for sending him to Stanley for further studies to enhance his resume."
Despite his anger, Huang Bingyao didn't stop eating.
Anyway, Cao Dahua will eventually report the cost of this meal to Chen Fan. Whether he eats it or not, he won't get the 500,000 yuan back. Eating a few more bites might help him recover some of the loss.
Thinking of this, Huang Bingyao ate breakfast even faster, and after finishing, he didn't forget to ask the teahouse staff to pack up enough for 300 people to take away.
Cao Dahua paid the bill of over 30,000 yuan for the meal, which included both food and takeout.
Even though the money wasn't his, he wasn't entitled to any of the packed breakfast. How could he not feel bad?
He's really pleasing neither side...
Back at the police station, Wong Bing-yiu grew angrier and angrier, and he really wanted to call and question Chen Fan.
But when he thought that among his undercover agents, only Chen Fan had the information, he hesitated again.
If it really is a misunderstanding, it's hard to make up for the hurt feelings.
But if he didn't ask, he felt a surge of anger inside with nowhere to vent.
Just then, Huang Bingyao saw a newspaper report about Dongxing.
"Don't take it out on that loser. I can handle a nobody like you, Tung Sing!"
Having chosen the scapegoat, Huang Bingyao turned around and shouted his most classic line:
"Tomboy, tell everyone with flowers on their shoulders to come up here immediately."
Once everyone arrived, the simple and straightforward meeting ended in less than three minutes.
The mission objective is singular: bring back every single one of Tung Sing's key members and veterans in Hong Kong, detain them for 48 hours, and kill them on the spot if they resist.
Since the news has already been spread, killing one or two key members of Tung Sing will serve as a deterrent; otherwise, how can those news reports be explained?
Even if the news later clarifies that it was a misunderstanding, so what?
Gangsters are gangsters; even a jury wouldn't sympathize with them in court.
Moreover, 80% of the people at Tung Sing were involved in the heroin business.
If you haven't pooped, what are you feeling guilty about?
When Huang Bingyao took action, Chen Fan had just left his house.
Passing by a newsstand, he casually bought the latest newspaper.
Seeing the headline on the front page of the newspaper, "Shocking! X Star Society is about to take drastic measures to overthrow the Governor and disrupt the order of Hong Kong," Chen Fan smiled, a very happy smile.
"Uncle Da is really capable."
"But Tung Sing has such poor interpersonal relationships, yet so many newspapers and gossip magazines are involved in their tours."
Chen Fan originally thought that it would be enough if six or seven tabloids and gossip magazines published this topic, but he did not expect that nearly 80% of the media would report on it.
He had just glanced at the newsstand and noticed that even adult magazines like "Cangchun Pavilion" and "Playboy" had published a smear story about Dongxing.
It's only been one night; if this continues for another two days, all the media outlets in Hong Kong will probably start reporting it as if it were true.
More than ten minutes later, Chen Fan arrived at his destination.
The morning is when many gangsters catch up on sleep, so not many people gathered, and even Ah Wah hadn't shown up yet.
Finding Cao Dahua sitting in the corner, Chen Fan clapped and said, "Uncle Da, you did a great job!"
"It's all thanks to Brother Fan's foresight that Dongxing was matched with an opponent."
Cao Dahua smiled and flattered him.
He hadn't expected much after contacting the media last night, but when he woke up, the Hong Kong media gave him a big surprise.
After offering his compliments, he looked around to make sure no one was nearby, then lowered his voice and said, "Brother Fan, the boss told me to urge you to finish things regarding Luo Maosen as soon as possible, otherwise he wants you to go for further studies."
"Hmm?" Chen Fan raised an eyebrow, looking suspicious. "Did you say something to him?"
"No, I didn't say anything. It's just that the boss was too impatient. I even advised him not to rush things. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."
Cao Dahua shook his head repeatedly in denial.
The more he denied it, the more convinced Chen Fan became that he had unintentionally stirred up some trouble, making Huang Bingyao impatient.
"You know perfectly well whether you told him or not. Hand over what you need to do today to the people, and when Ahua arrives, you can come with us to take care of the important business."
Anyway, Luo Maosen's deal is today. Once we get the money for this damn transaction, we can contact Huang Bingyao to go to the drainage factory and close the net.
Cao Dahua didn't ask what the important matter was, and quickly went to find someone to cover his shift.
Chen Fan returned to his office, took out a scale, weighed out 30 kilograms of old newspapers according to the weight of three million US dollars, and packed them into a black leather suitcase. After thinking for a moment, he thoughtfully placed a layer of fake US dollars on top of the newspapers.
This was a prop he used to replace the real money in Luo Maosen's hands.
He made four or five more boxes in the same way before he left his office, satisfied, and headed straight for the nearby temporary training ground.
Today is the first day of work for Li Long and Li Feng, and Chen Fan feels it's necessary to show off his skills in front of them so that they won't underestimate him as their boss.
There weren't many people in the training field at the moment; only Feiji, Dongguanzi, and seven or eight of his underlings were listening to Li Long's lecture.
Chen Fan glanced at the scene and his gaze finally settled on Li Feng, who was dressed in sportswear.
Anan and Xigui were Li Long's assistants and students. When Li Long started teaching, they could only serve as teaching assistants.
Li Feng seemed a bit idle, warming up by herself on the sidelines, and appeared to still be sulking about not being able to box.
"Miss Li, are you practicing your martial arts?"
"Well, boss, there aren't many people coming to learn boxing this morning. My brother has already taught them all, so I want to practice on my own first."
"Haha, that's just how gangsters live. You'll get used to it."
Li Feng asked curiously, "Boss, I heard them say you're really good at fighting, is that true?"
"Having learned a few tricks, I'm only slightly better than the average gangster."
Chen Fan made a "hundred million" fingertip universe gesture.