Chen Bi looked through the latest issue of "Far East Economic Review" just sent by his secretary. The afternoon sun shone in from the window, making him feel lazy. If there was a lawn, a hammock, a can of beer, instead of just the office chair in front of him and the unchanging coffee, it would be perfect.

Two months ago, I was preparing for the exile to the Sabah province of Malaya, but now, I can sit safely in the office of the HSBC Building headquarters and arrange time to read English magazines instead of busy processing various reports. Although I would not admit it, Chen Bi felt that Song Tianyao had done something in it.

Thinking of this name, Chen Bi couldn't help but smile. The guy heard that he would go to London, England and would not come back in a long time. But shortly after he left the port, there was a problem with the Chinese shipping company in Hong Kong. This was something the British were happy to see. During the embargo period, the damn Hong Kong colony could not be transported, while the Chinese ships were hanging various flags and transporting not only money, but gold. Now they had conflicts themselves, so that the British could not find a reason to mediate. They would better keep arguing. It didn't matter if Chen Bi didn't pay the loan anyway, so they took their cargo ships. Chinese people rarely missed the debt.

"Sir, your phone number from the UK is Mr. Song Tianyao." The secretary knocked on the door gently, leaned his head in from outside, and said to Chen Bi, who was a little sleepy because of his excitement.

Chen Bi smiled at the secretary and then picked up the phone receiver on the table: "How is the night in London, Song? It's eight o'clock in the evening now, right?"

"The night in London? The haze in London has reached the point where you can't see whether there is someone standing opposite you even with a magnifying glass. Fortunately, there is a city called Glasgow in the UK, which can allow me to breathe fresh air." Song Tianyao said with a smile on the other side of the phone.

Chen Bi said strangely: "Have you gone to Glasgow? You shouldn't have made some friends in London? Glasgow doesn't have the big guy you want to meet, Song."

"Glasgow does not have big names, but there are ships, and the docks are full of cargo ships." Song Tianyao paused for a moment and said.

Chen Bi was silent, and after more than ten seconds, he spoke suspiciously: "I hope it's not what I guess. When you go to the UK, you left your eyes in Hong Kong? British shipping companies just watched them fight in the internal conflict and had no intention of intervening. You know what would happen, right? Your little assets are not enough to let me talk to Mr. Turner about the loan. Song, you have to learn to stop. I am sure that your appetite will be damaged by your own ambitions. I will only speak out because we are friends."

"I didn't say anything, you just know what I'm going to do?" Song Tianyao laughed. His voice seemed a little erratic, as if he was standing in the wind, or on the street. The sound from the phone receiver was a little noisy.

Chen Bi sighed: "Besides the idea of ​​taking out a loan, I don't know what else you have to ask me for."

"Before calling you again, I had already called my friend in Hong Kong. So, for the sake of my friend's face, prepare a batch of loans, and there will be suitable people with the right assets to improve your performance." Song Tianyao said, "By the way, it's not just a loan, prick up your ears, listen~"

A sound of "Boom!"

The huge sound shocked Chen Bi: "What the hell are you doing? The sound of a salute at an outdoor cocktail party?"

"Happy Thursday afternoon, friend." Song Tianyao hung up the phone and looked at the Whistling Restaurant across the street through the hotel window. Just now, with the explosion roar, the entire Whistling Restaurant was blown up in a mess.

"The public security in developed countries is great, second only to Macau." Song Tianyao looked at the scene outside, turned around, and looked at the yellow people of the Minwu Association: "There is nothing you need to do for the moment. Thank you. My fiancée will report the case to the police station. I suggest you and your people clean your hands and feet."

"I understand, Mr. Song."

...

Yu Jianzhong was originally planning to leave Hong Kong and go to Europe to take his wife for vacation as his father told him. Yu Jianzhong was a little dissatisfied with his father Yu Shiting. He felt that his father was older and was not as decisive as when he was young. Now he is clearly a Shanghai ship dealer who is causing trouble. If he wants to make money, he would just deal with Zeng Chunsheng's restless idiot. But his father was still hesitating and called out "A Dream of Visiting the Garden". After Zeng Chunsheng took the initiative to plead, his father seemed to have not taken action.

But no matter what, my father didn't let him interfere in this matter, and he was too lazy to touch it. It would be better to go to Europe to see how the shipping business is and take a look.

Instructing the servants and the driver to help carry the suitcase into the car, a Ford 49 was slowly driven over, and by chance, it blocked not far from the front of his car. A young man with half-haired hair walked out of the car. Although he was wearing a suit, he did not wear a tie. The hem of the white shirt was exposed under the suit so carelessly. Two buttons were open on the neckline. He leaned against the front of the Ford and lit a cigarette first, and then looked up and showed a smile to himself.

"Let him not get in the way." Yu Jianzhong always stayed away from such people who looked like they were not in the mall, and told his driver, and he was about to turn around and go back to see his wife.

"Mr. Yu." The young man spoke and said to Yu Jianzhong: "Can you talk a few words?"

Yu Jianzhong's driver had already come over and spoke politely but without losing his anger: "Friend, please let your car go away."

The young man ignored the driver: "There is a business about the freighter. Is Mr. Yu interested?"

Yu Jianzhong turned his head to look at the young man, showed a disdainful smile, and then continued to walk towards the house.

The driver had reached out to make a call, but the young man still had no intention of moving his butt.

"It seems that I have to show my strength to win Mr. Yu's trust." The young man sighed to himself: "There is a Gra..."

Before he finished speaking, the driver could not help but push his shoulder. Before he could even see the young man's movements clearly, the driver was already lying on the ground with his head in front of the wheels, while the young man was still lazy and leaning against the front of the car, as if he had not moved.

Yu Jianzhong stopped and snorted faintly: "The police will come."

The young man pointed to the road in the distance, and a few plainclothes-looking people poked in the distance: "The man is there. Can you talk about it now before they captured me? Let me introduce myself. I, Huang Zixiong, everyone calls me Huang Liu, oh, by the way, my boss is Song Tianyao."
Chapter completed!