"Director!"

Guo Haihua and Su Guoli are the kind of people who can help their friends. Since they decided to ask Lei Weidong for help, they did not waste a moment and took Zhong Jian straight to the Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station to ask Lei Weidong for help.

After asking Su Guoli to accompany Zhong Jian and wait at the stairs, Guo Haihua came to the director's office, knocked on the door and explained his purpose of coming.

"Zha Zhahui!"

After hearing Guo Haihua say that Zhong Jian was here, Lei Weidong came to the window and looked through the blinds at the two people standing at the stairs, including the young man with a haggard face.

And the one who says "Hello everyone, I'm Nick Cheung!"

Because his Mandarin was not standardized, he became a bad actor and became a famous actor on the Internet. He has nine images.

The only difference is that now Zha Zhahui is still very young and immature, a young man in his early twenties.

"Let him tidy up his appearance, take a bath to relieve his bad luck, and come back to see me in an hour." After closing the blinds, Lei Weidong turned around and ordered.

"clear!"

Guo Haihua knew that Lei Weidong would use this time to investigate Zhong Jian and determine the whole story before deciding whether to help.

He nodded immediately, said goodbye and left the office.

"Haihua, how are you?" Seeing Guo Haihua coming out of the director's office with a happy face, Su Guoli went up to greet him and asked.

"The director said, let Zhong Jian take a bath to relieve his bad luck, and then come back to him in an hour." Patting Zhong Jian on the shoulder, Guo Haihua said in a feigned disdain, "And remove the smell of alcohol on your body, it smells too bad.

When I get older, I can even ask questions in the office."

“The taste is a bit strong.”

Zhong Jian nodded and walked outside the police station with Guo Haihua and others.

After working in a securities company for two years, Zhong Jian followed his boss and met many wealthy people. He knew that the more successful people are, the more they pay attention to appearance. His current appearance is indeed not suitable for meeting a big shot like Lei Weidong.

Su Guoli just said that Lei Weidong is not only the director of Tsim Sha Tsui, but also the commander of Yau Tsim District. He is the most influential figure in Yau Tsim District. He has more power than those rich people. When meeting such a big shot, you must dress properly.

Just fine.

After going home and taking a shower, he changed into his best clothes and called a few friends to find out about the situation. Zhong Jian followed Guo Haihua and Su Guoli to the police station. Because they had an appointment, the three of them went directly to the director's office.

"Report!" Guo Haihua shouted loudly, knocking on the door of the director's office.

"Come in!" Lei Weidong responded.

Guo Haihua, Su Guoli, and Zhong Jian pushed open the door and walked into the office.

"Everyone, please sit down."

Looking at the three people standing, Lei Weidong said warmly, "Since you are Haihua, Guoli's best friend, you are not an outsider. You are welcome and sit down."

"Yes!" the three responded and sat down.

"You are Zhong Jian!" Lei Weidong picked up the information in his hand, looked at it, and said.

"Yes!" When Zhong Jian heard his name being called, he stood up quickly and said hello to Lei Weidong.

"You're welcome, sit down and talk." Lei Weidong gestured with his hand.

Seeing this, Zhong Jian sat down again.

Lei Weidong said: "You are an outstanding person. Although you did not go to college, your talent in the stock market exceeds that of many top students who graduated from universities. In just one year, you became the company's chief trader, leaving the old people behind."

"Compared to you, Chief Lei, I'm much worse, otherwise I wouldn't be..." Being praised by Lei Weidong, Zhong Jian felt a little proud, but when he thought of his current situation, his proud mood immediately dropped.

"If you are not good, no one will frame you. If you can endure hardship, you will be a tough man. If you are not jealous, you will be mediocre. Failure is not terrible. The key is whether you can stand up again."

Thinking of Zhong Jian's tragic ending in the story, Lei Weidong clicked it specifically.

Zhong Jian is suitable for shopping malls. He is not suitable for a policeman who makes a lot of money and relies on his salary to live. If his father had not insisted on letting him become a policeman, there would be no future tragedy.

"I also want to make a comeback, but the securities industry is different from other industries. Failure means losing your reputation. If you want to..." Zhong Jian lowered his head and explained.

"I heard Haihua said that your ambition is to earn one million within three years of graduation. Is this true?" Lei Weidong asked with a smile.

"There is such a goal." Zhong Jian nodded, "It was almost achieved, but this failure not only brought everything back to the starting point, but also made me owe a lot of debt."

"As long as you have the ability, one million is just a small goal, and it is easy to achieve." Thinking of the fact that one million will be a small goal in later generations, one million, Lei Weidong shook his head, took out the checkbook he had prepared, and wrote on it.

Good number, tear it off and hand it to Zhong Jian.

He smiled and said, "Congratulations, your goal has been achieved."

"Chief Lei, what are you doing?" Looking at the check in his hand, Zhong Jian didn't understand what Lei Weidong meant.

In the past two years, Zhong Jian has seen many checks. Just by touching it with his hand, he knew that the check given by Lei Weidong was genuine. It was a cash check from HSBC Bank and could be collected on arrival.

Look at the numbers above.

One one, six zeros.

If this check is really given to myself, the goals I set after graduation will really be achieved.

"Do you want to take revenge?" Lei Weidong asked.

"Of course I have. Charlie Cao has caused me such misery. Revenge is for sure. Of course it's in business. I won't kill people." Zhong Jian originally wanted to fight Charlie Cao until death, but he thought that this is a police station, and he

The one he was talking to was the police boss, the Yau Tsim District Commander.

When the words came to his lips, he changed them to revenge in business.

"As long as you want revenge, come and help me. This 1 million will be your first year's salary. If you do well, you will get a bonus. As for the hundreds of thousands you owe, it's nothing."

"Mr. Lei, what kind of work can I do?"

Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in every battle. Before coming to see Lei Weidong, Zhong Jian asked a friend to find out about Lei Weidong, because time was tight and there was a huge difference in status.

Zhong Jian only knew that Lei Weidong had a high status in Xiangjiang, not just as the commander of Yau Tsim District.

However, seeing Lei Weidong give him an annual salary of one million so easily, Zhong Jian knew that he had underestimated Lei Weidong. It can be said that this time it was a blessing in disguise, and his fortune turned out to be good.

"You are very familiar with stocks, and I just need talents in this field. You go to President Sha of Oriental Group, and she will arrange a corresponding position for you."

"Understood!" Zhong Jian nodded.

Zhong Jian knew that whether he could see Salena was a test given to him by Lei Weidong. It was time to show his abilities. He didn't waste any time. He thanked her and left the office.

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The other side.

In a building not far from Adam Smith International School.

"You said that yesterday, a group of strange female students came to the school. There were more than ten in number. They looked a bit like the long-disbanded Overlord Flower SWAT team of the Hong Kong police."

A blond guy looked at the ghost guy with a big face and thick neck who looked like a chef and asked.

"Yes, John, there are not only members of the political department but also members of the police force in the school. It can be said that our actions have been leaked and the police force has been deployed in the school. Should we change the target?"

The ghost guy dressed as a chef suggested.

"Change the target, no no!" Ghost John shook his head like a rattle and said, "George, you forgot that this is Hong Kong and a colony. With the character of those London lords.

Except the white people at Adam Smith International School can make him take it more seriously and agree to our conditions.

In other schools, even if we killed all the students and teachers inside, the congressmen would not blink an eye. Our actions in Eagle Country are the best example.

The superior master doesn't care about the life and death of ordinary people.

If the parents of Adam Smith International School were not diplomats or parliamentarians, I would not have chosen this goal."

"But our operation has been exposed. If we still operate on Christmas, we may fall into the police's trap." George reminded.

"Don't worry, I know the thoughts of the master above you better than you. Unless we take action to occupy Adam Smith International School, even if the police suspects it, they will not be able to send heavy troops to defend it.

At most, they are some agents from the Political Department and some female special police officers.

The policemen in Xiangjiang are all younger brothers to us, and they all use small pistols that cannot kill anyone even with five or six rounds of bullets.

Facing such an opponent, the guy in our hands is like a fire stick.

As for those female special police officers, we are not even afraid of those men, we are afraid of delicate women."

"Haha, that's right!"

There were more than a dozen white ghosts in the room, and they all laughed when they heard John's words, and one of them even said with a leer, "Oriental women are much weaker than us white women.

Do you want me to go to school and try to see the difference between those female special police officers and ordinary women?"

"Owen, if you want to play with women, I won't stop you, but you can't delay the business. If you want to play with women, you will have a lot of opportunities in the future, but not now." Seeing that Owen didn't listen to his orders and went to school to have sex now, John filmed him.

The table said angrily,

“Although our ancestors were beaten to a miserable state by more than a thousand people, and a few cannons on the coastline could make them kneel down and beg for mercy, cede land and pay compensation, but this is not what we are proud of.

Times have changed. Even if our opponents are weak, guns can still kill people. We must act according to the plan. No one can alert the enemy before Christmas."

"clear!"

After being scolded by John, all the white people in the room dispersed and were busy with their own affairs. The ghost guy named George left the room. He still needed to rush back to school and complete the preparations according to John's order.

"That ghost guy named George entered this building and came out half an hour later."

In a remote corner outside the building that no one noticed, the person in charge of the puppy team pointed at the building not far away and said:
To be continued...