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Looking through the bus company's accounts, Xie Lan couldn't believe his eyes at all.

After a hard day's driving, I didn't get my money back, and I still had to pay for the driver's salary.

This is not opening a company, this is Qianshantang.

Zheng Feng has always been in charge of the bus company, and he takes people to collect the money every night.

He doesn't have any dirty money, he just can't control the company's senior drivers.

He had noticed the wrong amount, but the locks on the ticket boxes were all intact, and only a few hundred pieces of steel were poured out every day.

He really didn't understand where these drivers came from.

"Sister Xiaolan, I've checked several times and found nothing about what these bastards are doing there."

Zheng Feng also knew about this, so he took action.

When Liu Zhen was in charge, one car a day cost one thousand yuan.

In the past two days, he had caught a cold and went to the Western Hospital to get a sling, so he handed over the business to him.

I just didn't expect that after just a few days of taking care of it, something big would happen.

"Are you crazy? Are you a policeman? You are a short mule."

"I think these drivers are greedy for money. I think these drivers don't want their lives. You can take people there tonight and break the legs of these drivers who are greedy for money."

"Pounce on the street."

Xie Lan looked at Zheng Feng who had his head lowered with hatred. He didn't know how the slug could recruit such a stupid little brother.

The bus company's accounts are in a mess, so there's no need to look at them.

Xie Lan took out the insurance company's account books and found that no one dared to falsify the fees. They had all turned into stolen insurance fees and were lying on the accounts.

The more Xie Lan looked at it, the more his head hurt. He was confused about what should be understood and what should not be understood.

This money has to be handed over to the cashier. Once there are accounts to follow, the boss can come over and check the accounts at any time.

But can this account really be made public?

"Starting from tomorrow, the cost of theft and rescue insurance will be reduced, and the regulatory fees and insurance premiums will be collected separately. Don't go to the insurance company to pay for the Finnish Bath in Malan Casino."

"I will tell Brother Le."

"Are you only applying for this type of insurance now?"

Xie Lan immediately straightened out his thoughts and prepared to divide the money into several parts. Then he asked about the insurance company's types of insurance.

Of course, Zheng Feng couldn't answer the professional questions about insurance types. He kept mumbling for a long time without holding back a single fart.

"Okay, let's get out!"

"Like a piece of wood, I can't speak a word."

Xie Lan was fed up with this idiot and sent Zheng Feng out so as not to bother her here.

Zheng Feng nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. Just as he was about to go out, he heard someone say outside the door: "Who messed with our sister Xiaolan?"

"Aren't you afraid of being chopped into eight pieces?"

Lin Huaile walked into the office, carrying herbal tea in his hand, looked at Zheng Feng who seemed to be caught by the teacher, and said: "Go out and drink herbal tea!".

"Yes, Brother Le!"

Zheng Feng, who was amnesty-free, nodded and ran out quickly.

"You ask them to kill someone with a knife, and they have nothing to say. They just go out and fight you with the knife."

"But if you ask them to count, even if they put their fingers and toes together, they still won't be able to square it!"

Lin Huaile took out the herbal tea, placed it in front of Xie Lan, and excused his younger brother.

Xie Lan picked up the herbal tea, blew it in, found that it was not hot, and immediately took a big sip. He had been busy all morning, and these street guys didn't even know how to pour a sip of water.

"Then let me ask Brother Le, is it too much to earn more than 300 yuan a day from your minibus?"

After hearing Xie Lan's words, Lin Huaile immediately picked up the account book on the table and looked through it. But when he saw the twisted words on it, he knew that anything was possible.

"It's really lawless."

"If you dare to blackmail my money, you are really not afraid of death."

"I'll ask Changmao to ask them tonight to see how brave they are."

Lin Huaile threw the account book in his hand back on the table, sat down on the desk, and continued: "To plant a flag, you need gangsters, and to run a company, you need talents."

"Since you want to take the right path, you must look like you are taking the right path."

"Today I am sending you a big favor, which can help us jump into high gear."

Favor?

What favors can I have?

Seeing that her lover was playing tricks on her, Xie Lan deliberately didn't ask further and stared at her with big eyes, looking at Lin Huaile triumphantly.

Seeing that Xie Lan didn't ask further questions, Lin Huaile could only tell the story of Wan Yuyan being tricked in detail.

"Jidonghui!"

"It's full of Shanghainese and hometown associations. Is there any danger if we step in rashly?"

The cautious Xie Lan was not overjoyed.

There were rumors that the stock market crash in the past few years was caused by these ruthless Shanghainese.

When it comes to finance, whether they are Chaoshan people or Fujian people, they are all the opponents of these Shanghainese.

Even the ghost guys rely on controlling the exchanges and using public power to suppress them.

But an army never wins, and water never takes shape.

Shanghai Zai hired a large number of Chinese officials, began to study stock trading laws, found loopholes, and established the Far East Stock Exchange.

In the colony, I fought hard against the ghost guy, and finally succeeded.

You know how smart these Shanghai guys are.

The stock market crash in the early 1970s had a huge impact on Hong Kong.

To put it simply, Lu Le lost four million in this stock market crash.

But the person holding the gun like this didn't even dare to fart in the end, he swallowed it in his stomach and admitted it.

Shanghainese guys are a group of roll kings. They finish rolling the inside, roll the outside, finish eating the leeks, and eat the fellows.

When doing things, treat everyone equally.

"You think there's something wrong in there?"

Listen to others' advice and eat enough.

It is a good habit to listen to other people's opinions.

Lin Huaile knew in his heart that he had entered Xiangjiang halfway, but Xie Lan was not, and she had always been active among a group of wealthy young masters and ladies.

The internal information he possesses is beyond what he can compare with.

"In the final analysis, Wan Molin is just a gangster, not the leader of this gang of Shanghainese."

"It's hard to determine how much influence Master Wan has within the Jidong Society."

"Even if an insurance company goes public and its performance is not fraudulent, it will not attract people to buy it."

Xie Lan's words poured cold water on Lin Huaile and made him sober up.

Lin Huaile scratched his head and began to rethink his plan.

"Gui Lao has been doing a lot recently, developing Hung Hom and reclaiming the sea."

"How could MacLehose have been sitting there for so many years? How could he see the chaos in Hong Kong? It was he who stepped forward and brought down the four detectives."

"As I said last night at Peninsula Square, the sky in Xiangjiang still belongs to ghosts."

Xie Lan mentioned Gui Lao again.

Lin Huaile didn't understand the meaning of Xie Lan's words, but he knew that the ghost guy was unreliable.
Chapter completed!