Chapter 331: There Are Few Good People in This World
"The Tycoon is truly rich!"
Cunningham exclaimed, puffing on a cigar.
George chimed in, "How much did the Tycoon pay you to be his lobbyist?"
Cunningham shrugged, "He gave me eighty million pounds, and prepared another fifty million pounds for me to give to the family head."
George frowned, "That's not enough!"
"The great nobles in London already know the details of this case. How can such a small amount of money be given to your family head?"
"Isn't that an insult to the Cunningham Family head?"
Cunningham burst into laughter, "You're right. Grand Duke Andrei's name is only useful here; in London, it means nothing."
"A powerful Earl carries far more weight than he, a Grand Duke."
"The Tycoon still doesn't see the situation clearly."
George raised an eyebrow, "You accepted that money?"
Cunningham scoffed, "How could I accept it?"
"I am, after all, an important core member of the Cunningham Family. If I were to accept such a small sum, the family would be disgraced."
"I did not accept it."
George relaxed, "General, you are brilliant."
Cunningham smiled, "The Tycoon is ultimately reluctant to part with his wealth."
"But it's fine."
"He will accept."
George said seriously, "I think if that guy wants to live, he should give up that money."
Cunningham shrugged, "Under my tutelage, he quickly understood the gravity of the situation and agreed to give two hundred million pounds to my family head as a lobbyist."
"The check is already in hand."
George sighed, "The face of an Imperial Great Noble is truly significant."
Cunningham shook his head, "It's only influential here in Hong Kong. Globally, how many people truly believe an Imperial Duke holds real power?"
"We're not like those guys in the Middle East with cloths on their heads."
At this point, Cunningham was genuinely envious.
"They are the truly rich and powerful people."
"Such nobles are true nobles."
George fell silent.
He was not a noble and could not appreciate Cunningham's envy.
In his eyes, the nobles from both places were the same—all high and mighty.
George asked, "General, do you really intend to lobby your family head?"
Cunningham looked at George strangely, "Why would you think I would do that?"
"What does it matter to me whether the Tycoon lives or dies?"
"What do the rages of the Imperial Great Nobles have to do with me?"
"I just need to take care of the Garrison in Hong Kong."
George happily said, "General, you are brilliant!"
The two exchanged a smile!
Neither of them had any intention of genuinely helping the Tycoon.
Seeing the Tycoon squander money like dirt, neither of them had any desire to release him.
If he were truly released, his financial power would surely cause them trouble.
The two were most afraid of trouble, so how could they dare to let the Tycoon out?
Saving him was a pretense; extorting the Tycoon's money was the real goal.
Cunningham mused, "Although our goal is to make money, the follow-up must be handled well."
"We cannot let the Tycoon just walk free."
"Therefore, we must stifle every possibility."
George looked around and whispered, "General, it won't be easy for us to achieve this."
Cunningham paused, "What do you mean?"
George said with a wry smile, "The little thing in Grand Duke Andrei's phone gave me an idea, so I used the excuse that it was related to this case and quietly monitored the Tycoon's family."
Cunningham was unconcerned, "Monitoring is normal. Why are you so cautious?"
"You are a senior agent of the Telecommunications Bureau; this is what you do."
George was silent for a while before saying, "The Tycoon's eldest son, Little Tycoon, went to see Mr. Shen."
Cunningham's expression changed, and he blurted out, "Mr. Shen?"
George continued his report, "Mr. Shen immediately went to see the Governor, and the result, of course, was an unpleasant parting."
"After Mr. Shen returned, he gave Little Tycoon several tasks."
"Internally, he needs to seize power; externally, he needs to lobby."
Cunningham paused, "What's so special about that?"
George said with a wry smile, "Internally, with the Tycoon absent, he needs to take control of the finances, and then mobilize his employees to protest in the streets to put pressure on the Hong Kong Government."
Cunningham scoffed, "That won't work. Even if the entire business community of Hong Kong spoke up for the Tycoon, it wouldn't change the Governor's mind."
"The reason is that this order came from London; you and I are merely the executors, and the Hong Kong Government only plays a supporting role."
George gave a thumbs up,
"You were right. Mr. Shen actually asked Little Tycoon to connect with Hong Kong's business leaders to write a petition, asking the Hong Kong Government to show leniency."
Cunningham shook his head, "Useless!"
"Is Mr. Shen's caliber only this? That would be too undeserving of his reputation, wouldn't it?"
George said seriously, "Mr. Shen's approach is the same as ours; he also wants to solve the problem from London."
"He then wants Little Tycoon to carry a large amount of money to London to personally lobby the great nobles."
Cunningham paused, taking a deep drag from his cigar.
"If that's the case, it would be a very troublesome matter."
"If things go wrong and the Tycoon manages to turn the tables, it would be a huge problem for us."
George sighed, "But right now, it seems there's no sufficient reason to stop them."
"The power of money is quite strong. The virtues of the Imperial nobles are naturally lofty, but under the offensive of money, it's also a very troublesome matter."
Cunningham snorted coldly,
"The nobles in London are not as noble as you imagine. Otherwise, Grand Duke Andrei wouldn't have eagerly come to Hong Kong for fifty million pounds."
"We cannot let them go lobbying."
The two fell silent.
Cunningham suddenly said, "Can't you stop Little Tycoon from leaving the country?"
George said with a wry smile, "I can't stop him."
Cunningham frowned, "Can't you just find an excuse?"
George explained, "Of course I can find an excuse, but Mr. Shen is still there."
"With him behind Little Tycoon, I really can't do such a thing."
"He's someone who can truly speak to the Cabinet."
Cunningham frowned.
The two were speechless for a moment, looking at each other, both feeling it was thorny.
Both of them clearly understood that if the matter was not handled well, not only would the money extorted today have to be returned, but their future and even their lives could be ruined.
Although Cunningham was a General of the Hong Kong Garrison and George was the Superintendent of the Police Political Department, neither of them would dare to pull such stunts in London.
Being from the Western world, they both understood perfectly well who truly called the shots in the Western world.
It was truly a world for the rich!
You can offend anyone but the rich.
It was only in Hong Kong, being close to their Mainland, that the influence of merchants was not so immense—mainly, the influence of local Hong Kong merchants was not so immense.
The influence of Anglo-Saxon merchants was still extraordinarily strong.
The two dared to target the Tycoon, but they would absolutely not dare to target Mr. Shen.
These were completely different concepts.
They extorted the Tycoon, and he dared not fight back.
If they extorted Mr. Shen, he could have them both dismissed on the spot.
Even if Mr. Shen was merely a Tycoon!
The more Cunningham thought about it, the more annoyed he became, "Are we supposed to give the check back to the Tycoon?"
"That way, we'd completely lose our leverage over him."
George quickly said, "No!"
"The Tycoon is a dead man. If he doesn't die, both of us will be in big trouble."
Cunningham frowned, "Mr. Shen has stepped forward now, so it would be wrong for us to use brute force again."
George smiled, "Then let the gentlemen in London order the Tycoon's execution."
Cunningham's heart stirred, "You have a good idea?"
George smiled, "Isn't there still Grand Duke Andrei?"
"Why not let him make a move?"
Cunningham asked curiously, "Would Grand Duke Andrei be willing to go?"
George's smile was quite sinister, "Grand Duke Andrei still has a case against him. Unless he doesn't care about his reputation, he'll do whatever we say."
Cunningham immediately became interested, "What's your plan?"
George didn't hide it and immediately laid out his plan.
"It's actually quite simple."
"The General will approach Grand Duke Andrei and tell him that the Tycoon has invited him to London to be a lobbyist."
"The money will be given according to the old rules."
Cunningham frowned, "One million pounds?"
George thought, it's really easy for these nobles to make money.
"Yes, just one million pounds."
"Let him lobby the great nobles."
Cunningham burst into laughter:
"Everyone in London knows that Andrei, that scoundrel, took fifty million hong kong dollars from the Tycoon, and they eagerly hoped the Tycoon would give them more money."
"The result? It was a mere one million pounds…"
"Is this being a lobbyist?"
"This is Grand Duke Andrei slapping them hard in the face."
"In this way, the Tycoon has thoroughly offended the noble lords!"
"He won't be able to escape death now!"
"Brilliant!"
"George, are your senior agents at the Telecommunications Bureau this dirty?"
"You truly are a villain."
George said softly:
"And that's not all."
Cunningham asked in surprise:
"You villain, do you have another trick up your sleeve?"
George said aggrievedly:
"It's not that I have another trick; hasn't Mr. Shen already carried out all the follow-up moves?"
"Look, he's making his employees strike, disrupting order in Hong Kong; he's colluding with the business community to pressure the government."
"Add to that Grand Duke Andrei going to lobby with a small amount of money…"
"All these things combined, it truly is…"
Cunningham finished for him:
"The Tycoon truly deserves to die!"
"Brilliant."
"George, you really are a scoundrel."
"No wonder you've made such a name for yourself in the Telecommunications Bureau; your mind is incredibly sharp."
George smiled:
"Once the Tycoon dies, we can take advantage of the situation and make things difficult for Mr. Shen."
Cunningham thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said:
"Exactly!"
"That's how it is."
"We have already offended Mr. Shen, so we cannot give him a moment to breathe."
"He is already old; it's better for him to retire early."
The two exchanged a smile.
Cunningham suddenly remembered something:
"Mr. Shen advised Little Tycoon to use huge sums of money to lobby, so the checks in our hands must be cashed immediately."
George was startled:
"Right."
"The more we take here, the less capital Little Tycoon will have."
"Even if he goes to London, he won't have enough money to use."
Cunningham said sinisterly:
"Any rich person does not keep massive amounts of funds."
"The Tycoon has already coughed up so much money; I don't believe he has much liquid capital left."
George asked:
"Should we go withdraw it immediately?"
Cunningham thought for a moment:
"No, we can't withdraw it now!"
George asked in puzzlement:
"Why?"
Cunningham's smile grew even more sinister,
"We need to wait now, wait until the moment Little Tycoon leaves the country, then go directly and withdraw the money from the bank."
"In this way, even if Little Tycoon's lobbying is successful, when the great nobles can't withdraw their money, they will hate the Tycoon even more."
George couldn't help but give a thumbs up:
"Brilliant!"
When it comes to viciousness, it still has to be these nobles.
George felt his own heart was dirty enough, but compared to these great nobles, he was like a pure little white flower.
Cunningham clapped his hands and smiled:
"I'll go have a good talk with that old man Andrei now."
George smiled:
"I believe that with the General's intervention, success is guaranteed."
Cunningham laughed heartily and left.
George's mouth curved upwards:
"So, blackmailing someone is this simple… Fifty million pounds, such a simple matter."
"Now, I can finally repay Mr. Lin's money."
"Not only that, but I can also earn an extra twenty-five million pounds!"
"My interactions with General Cunningham have truly helped me grow a lot."
"To hell with making money for the Empire!"
Making money for the Empire?
Why don't those great nobles lead by example?
He was just an ordinary soldier; he might as well forget about it.
Twenty-five million pounds, that was over three hundred million hong kong dollars, enough for him to live lavishly for a lifetime!
George thought for a moment and returned to his office. Elizabeth immediately rushed over:
"Sir, Little Tycoon has initially taken control of the company. With Mr. Shen's support, and him being the Tycoon's legitimate eldest son, he succeeded."
"Sir, what should we do?"
George didn't answer Elizabeth, but instead pulled out a check and handed it to her:
"This is your reward."
Elizabeth looked at the number on the check in surprise, realizing it was ten million pounds.
"This… this…"
Elizabeth involuntarily covered her mouth.
She swore to God, she had never seen such a large check before.
"Sir, is this for me?"
George said casually:
"The Tycoon is in our hands; this is one of the prices he pays for his freedom."
Elizabeth said in astonishment:
"Are we going to release him?"
George retorted:
"What do you think?"
Elizabeth immediately said:
"We cannot release him."
"The Tycoon poses too great a threat to us."
"Whether it's colluding with the business community or pressuring the government, none of it looks like something a legitimate businessman should do."
"We cannot release him."
George clapped his hands:
"Excellent!"
"Then you can accept this check with a clear conscience."
Elizabeth's breathing quickened, and she gritted her teeth and accepted the check.
Strangely, she felt completely relieved.
It felt good to have money on hand.
George smiled:
"Isa, you are my confidante."
Elizabeth said solemnly:
"Thank you for your guidance, Sir."
George shrugged:
"Don't cash this check yet."
Elizabeth paused, then immediately thought of something:
"Until Little Tycoon leaves the country?"
George laughed heartily:
"Exactly. The moment he boards the plane, we will immediately transfer the money to our accounts."
"But before that, this check cannot be touched."
Elizabeth said with a serious expression:
"I understand the gravity of the matter."
George suddenly said:
"Isa, I was too foolish before. I originally wanted to restore the Empire's glory."
"But look at the faces of those great nobles in London…"
"We should still think for ourselves."
Elizabeth bit her lip and said:
"I will follow all of your orders, Sir."
George was even more satisfied.
Elizabeth, as if knowing his thoughts, trimmed a cigar and handed it to him.
George felt even more at ease.
The two didn't stay long before Cunningham came over, laughing heartily.
George quickly stood up:
"How was it, General?"
Cunningham laughed and said:
"That old fellow Andrei, upon hearing he could be free, how could he not agree?"
"He utterly detests the Tycoon and gave me an idea."
George and Elizabeth exchanged glances, not surprised. This was human nature.
"May I ask what Grand Duke Andrei's brilliant idea is?"
Cunningham sighed:
"You and I are still too naive…"
"Grand Duke Andrei heard that Little Tycoon was organizing people to march to pressure the Hong Kong Government, so he came up with an idea."
"George, you are the Superintendent of the Police Political Department; you have people under you, right?"
George said without hesitation:
"That depends on who they are."
Cunningham said in a deep voice:
"Having people is good."
"Grand Duke Andrei's idea is that since they want to pressure the Governor's Office, we should help them."
George and Elizabeth were full of questions.
Help the Tycoon?
Was this Grand Duke Andrei's idea?
"Little Tycoon wants a peaceful march, but how can that work?"
"Peaceful demonstrations won't achieve anything."
George and Elizabeth instinctively felt something was wrong,
"So, what does the Grand Duke mean?"
Cunningham snorted coldly:
"You arrange for people to hide in the marching crowd and stir up some trouble."
George seemed to understand:
"Such as?"
Cunningham sighed:
"You and I are indeed too pure. That old man's meaning is to smash, loot, rob, and burn, to create more commotion."
"The bigger the commotion, the better."
"If there are deaths, that would be even better!"
"Anyway, it's only Hong Kong people who will die…"
George and Elizabeth's expressions changed, and they both secretly thought, I truly am naive!
Cunningham asked:
"Can it be done?"
George said fiercely:
"Yes!"
Cunningham was extremely satisfied:
"Alright, then go arrange it today."
After speaking, he left with a hearty laugh.
After Cunningham left, Elizabeth couldn't help but ask:
"Sir?"
George said softly:
"Isa, do you see? This is the way of the Empire's nobles."
"From now on, we must all live for ourselves."
What else could Elizabeth say?
The infighting among the nobles truly shattered her worldview. The Empire was doomed!
George instructed:
"Since General Cunningham has given the order, the matter must be handled well."
"But this is not something we should do ourselves."
Elizabeth understood perfectly,
"Let Chung Yee Shun do it."
George nodded:
"You and I will go our separate ways and get things done."
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Chapter 332 Lin Feng's Advice
"Mr. Lin, this is my debt... Can I have the IOU back?"
George looked at the check in Lin Feng's hand with reluctance.
His heart was bleeding!
He had just managed to extort fifty million pounds from Tycoon, only to lose twenty-five million pounds immediately after.
Anyone would be spitting blood.
Lin Feng glanced at the check and praised:
"You two are very capable, you managed to take so much money from Tycoon."
Clap!
Lin Feng snapped his fingers, and Li Fu expressionlessly handed over an IOU, but still reminded him,
"Brother Feng, this is just a check, not cash or a bank draft."
George's expression changed:
"What do you mean?"
"This is a check personally written by Tycoon."
Li Fu said indifferently:
"Checks, anyone can write them."
"I can also write a check for twenty-five million pounds, but the question is, will the bank honor it?"
George's expression changed.
Lin Feng gently patted Li Fu's shoulder:
"Xiao Fu, be polite to Officer George."
Li Fu responded with a faint hum.
George was furious, wanting to glare fiercely at Li Fu, but he didn't dare.
He really didn't dare.
The other party really would beat him up.
He had thoroughly investigated Li Fu's background; he came from the North and was now the chairman of Thunder Security, with over three hundred highly professional security personnel under him.
George and Elizabeth had assessed that these people's skills were far superior to G4's.
Each and every one of them was much stronger.
Calling it a Security Company was less accurate than calling it a formed small unit.
Logically, such people should be monitored wherever they go, but Hong Kong is very special, and even George was helpless against them.
One important reason was that Anglo-Saxon did not have an espionage law—it did not exist at this time.
Hong Kong, under Anglo-Saxon rule, also did not have an espionage law.
This led to Hong Kong being the city with the highest density of spies.
The Western world had deployed a large number of spies here, such as Anglo-Saxon, even sending George, a senior agent from the Telecommunications Bureau, to oversee operations.
However, Anglo-Saxon was not the one who deployed the most spies; who was it?
America!
America's infiltration of Hong Kong reached an appalling degree.
This situation only improved a tiny bit thirty years later.
George really couldn't do anything to Li Fu legally.
After all, Hong Kong was about to return, and the Mainland was not just for show; if they did anything excessive to Li Fu and his group, Anglo-Saxon wouldn't fare well either.
Everyone with eyes knew the situation of the Anglo-Saxon cabinet, which urgently needed transfusions from various Eastern federal members.
Hong Kong was an extremely important link, so George could only endure it.
Furthermore, Li Fu genuinely provided security services.
Currently, a two-person security team costs up to two million hong kong dollars per year to employ.
For special needs, the security fees double.
Even so, Thunder Security was in high demand.
What did this mean?
Thunder Security not only possessed strong economic power but also extensive connections.
In less than a month, this suddenly emerged Security Company had become a pivotal force in Hong Kong.
This was all caused by Cheuk Tze-keung and his group.
Sometimes George even wondered if Cheuk Tze-keung was perhaps bait released by Lin Feng?
Coupled with Grand Duke Andrei's two assassination attempts, the Tycoons of Hong Kong were all feeling insecure.
If they didn't bring two security guards when going out, they wouldn't even dare to walk.
It was simply speechless.
In other words, Li Fu's strength qualified him to question him; he had already surpassed him in social standing.
This made George feel very aggrieved.
Lin Feng's expression clearly showed this; he only comforted Li Fu, but had no intention of comforting himself.
"Officer George, my brother here is a bit blunt, please don't mind him."
George suddenly cursed inwardly, 'Damn rich people.'
Lin Feng had already apologized, what could he say?
Naturally, he accepted it.
"However, Officer, my brother's questioning is actually correct."
"According to normal procedures, I cannot return this IOU to you."
George's face changed dramatically:
"Mr. Lin, don't listen to Li's nonsense, this really was issued by Tycoon."
Lin Feng smiled slightly:
"Of course I know this was issued by Tycoon."
"I even know he issued at least three hundred million pounds in such checks."
Hiss!
George gasped, looking at Lin Feng with suspicion and uncertainty.
Had he seen a ghost?
How did Mr. Lin know the exact amount of checks Tycoon had issued?
"Don't look at me like that. You know, I'm an intelligence broker, so having some information channels is normal."
George nodded slightly.
Indeed, an intelligence broker should be well-informed; thinking about it that way, it seemed normal... but what the hell!
Tycoon had been held captive at the Anglo-Saxon Garrison base.
Apart from General Cunningham and himself, ordinary people couldn't see him at all.
Even Grand Duke Andrei couldn't see Tycoon.
So where did Lin Feng get his information?
Could it be that General Cunningham revealed it to him?
That's impossible!
George's expression towards Lin Feng was full of apprehension.
Lin Feng was completely unfazed by George's expression.
"However, we are very good partners, and this isn't our first collaboration."
"So, I'm willing to make an exception this once."
"Xiao Fu, give the IOU to George."
Li Fu, with a stern face, reluctantly returned the IOU.
George took it and carefully examined it, confirming it was written by his own hand, then quickly pulled out a lighter and burned it clean.
He immediately relaxed.
"Thank you, Mr. Lin."
Lin Feng smiled and threw him a cigar, puffing out smoke, then suddenly said:
"George, given our good cooperation, I'll give you a piece of advice, do you want to hear it?"
George quickly said:
"Please speak."
Lin Feng said indifferently:
"I know you extorted fifty million pounds from Tycoon."
"You returned twenty-five million pounds to me, so you still have twenty-five million pounds left."
George's hair stood on end, startled to the point of goosebumps, looking at Lin Feng with the eyes of someone seeing a ghost or deity.
He was certain that even General Cunningham didn't know about him extorting fifty million pounds from Tycoon.
George also didn't have a habit of talking in his sleep, nor had he told anyone this news.
But why did Lin Feng know?
Lin Feng said amusedly:
"Didn't I tell you, my information is very well-connected."
George was almost scared to death!
Could this be explained by being well-connected?
Could it be that Lin Feng had an informant at the Garrison?
That's impossible, right?
Lin Feng didn't even consider what George was thinking, he just continued to speak to himself.
"Tycoon is wildly issuing checks inside the Garrison base, don't you think that's dashing?"
George casually said:
"That is indeed very dashing, truly enviable."
Lin Feng said indifferently:
"This is already Tycoon's only liquid capital."
George was stunned.
Lin Feng corrected again:
"No, it should be the Tycoon family's only liquid capital."
"Tycoon Group generates a significant portion of its cash flow daily, so even if there's a temporary shortage of funds, it doesn't matter."
"However, there's a prerequisite for this."
"There must be no unexpected changes."
George quickly asked:
"What happens if there are changes?"
Lin Feng smiled and said:
"It's simple, assets shrink, and a large amount of liquid capital must be invested to save the market. If there isn't enough liquid capital, they will encounter big trouble."
George didn't care whether Tycoon Group lived or died; he only cared about his own assets:
"Then I need to quickly cash the check?"
Lin Feng nodded gently:
"Exactly."
"What you need to do is cash it as soon as possible, absolutely do not wait for Little Tycoon to cash it when he goes to Anglo-Saxon."
"I'm afraid it will be too late!"
George was so scared he almost ran away.
This guy must be a mind reader, right?
How did he calculate all their plans so clearly?
George asked nervously:
"Mr. Lin, how did you come to such a judgment?"
Lin Feng shrugged:
"Hong Kong is about to be in chaos."
"And it's the kind of massive chaos."
George became even more frightened:
"You mean?"
Lin Feng looked at him in surprise:
"Didn't you design this?"
"You and Cunningham want Grand Duke Andrei to go to London to cause trouble for the great nobles."
"Mr. Shen advised Little Tycoon to mobilize Tycoon Group to go on strike and protest in the streets."
George's back was drenched in sweat.
How did Lin Feng know again?
This guy was simply omniscient.
George once read a theory during his Military Intelligence Agency training—
If one understood the other person's thoughts and knew every single idea they had, one could control their life.
At the time, he thought it sounded a bit boastful.
But now, he believed it.
The man in front of him seemed to have completely taken control of his thoughts; everything he did was within the man's predictions... he could only follow the other's lead.
This feeling was too unbearable.
"This is just a normal response."
George replied awkwardly.
Lin Feng said in surprise:
"This is a normal response?"
George felt a little guilty:
"Isn't it?"
Lin Feng shook his head:
"No, no, no, if it were a normal response, the Tycoon family's assets should be temporarily frozen."
George was stunned:
"You want to freeze Tycoon's assets before he has been thoroughly convicted?"
"This will cause an uproar."
Lin Feng sighed:
"For a senior agent of the Telecommunications Bureau, can't you think of such a flexible method?"
"Temporarily frozen!"
"Temporarily!"
"Little Tycoon has already incited Tycoon Group employees to protest in the streets; this is an act of disturbing social order."
"What do you think he used to get these employees to go out?"
George was startled:
"Wasn't it an executive order?"
Li Fu glanced at him expressionlessly, mocking:
"Opposing the government is a matter of losing one's head. Does Tycoon usually treat his employees very well?"
George was so ashamed by what Li Fu said that he belatedly realized the reason:
"money?!"
Lin Feng shrugged:
"People who get involved in society are, of course, for money."
"The Anglo-Saxon Telecommunications Bureau sent you to Hong Kong for money."
"General Cunningham wants to engage in smuggling, and it's still for money."
"I'm in society, and it's still for money."
"Our goals are all the same."
"money isn't everything, but without money, you can't do anything."
"Tycoon Group employees naturally work for money; otherwise, is it for ideals?"
"Tycoon isn't their father, so why should they risk their lives for him?"
"Even if Tycoon Group employees were kidnapped, could Tycoon, like saving Little Tycoon, unblinkingly take out 1.04 billion?"
George was utterly convinced by Lin Feng's lecture:
"You are right!"
Lin Feng smiled:
"You see, it's a very simple matter."
"If Xiao Fu wants to get employees to march in the streets, how can he motivate them without paying some money?"
"He has to give money and promise a series of benefits."
"I can imagine how big the pie Little Tycoon drew was."
Li Fu said faintly:
"Even when Triads fight, they have to give their subordinates tea money."
"If Triads are like this, Tycoon Group employees, who aren't worried about work, would need even more money to be persuaded to march in the streets."
George's face turned red.
He felt like an idiot.
These things were clearly part of the Telecommunications Bureau's basic curriculum, yet he had forgotten them.
Lin Feng clapped his hands:
"You see, Tycoon Group has done such a thing. What will the Governors Office do?"
George gritted his teeth:
"Naturally, they will make them pay."
"The Police Station's economic investigation unit and the ICAC will naturally investigate..."
"Then the Three Secretaries and Thirteen Bureaus will react, and temporarily freezing Tycoon Group's finances is appropriate."
Lin Feng shrugged:
"What did I just say?"
George was convinced:
"Thank you, Mr. Lin, for your guidance."
Lin Feng reminded him again:
"There's one more thing..."
"The Golden Club is deeply involved with Tycoon; you don't need to expect the ICAC to investigate Tycoon."
George gritted his teeth:
"I understand."
Lin Feng smiled:
"I'll give you one last piece of news."
"The moment the news of Tycoon being invited by you to the Garrison base was reported, Tycoon Group's stock price began to fall."
"It has plummeted by ten percent so far!"
George suddenly felt a bad premonition:
"What does this mean?"
Lin Feng said faintly:
"Tycoon's net worth has shrunk."
"His checks might not be honored."
George stood up, sweating profusely:
"Mr. Lin, thank you."
Lin Feng smiled:
"I suggest you cash out your and Isa's checks first, and then make sure Cunningham cashes his."
"Tens of millions of pounds might be cashed in a day or two."
"However, two hundred million pounds will take a week."
"At this critical time, no one knows how much can happen in a week."
George wholeheartedly agreed and turned to leave, but as he was going, he actually apologized to Li Fu:
"Li, my words were a bit rash just now, please don't mind."
Li Fu's expression softened slightly,
"Each serves his own master."
"George, let me remind you, if you dare to deal in white powder in Hong Kong, I believe your end will not be good."
Lin Feng looked at George with a smile,
"Xiao Fu is right, everyone in the underworld knows what I hate most."
George took a deep breath:
"I understand."
"Gentlemen, let's meet again next time. I'll treat you to dinner at the Peninsula."
With that, he hurriedly ran out.
George returned to his car and quickly called Elizabeth:
"Isa, have you handled your matters?"
Elizabeth replied cheerfully:
"Officer, I've handled it."
George quickly said:
"Do you have the check with you?"
Elizabeth spoke truthfully:
"I carry it with me even when I sleep."
George then breathed a sigh of relief:
"That's good. Hurry to the bank and deposit the check into your account."
Elizabeth whispered:
"Officer, with such a large sum of money coming in, we'll be monitored."
George said speechlessly:
"We are Telecommunications Bureau agents, is it abnormal to have some funds?"
"There are plenty of reasons to deflect!"
"Quickly transfer the check to your account."
Elizabeth was startled:
"Officer, what exactly is going on? Why is it so urgent?"
George replied:
"Hong Kong is about to be in chaos. If we are slow, Tycoon Bank's funds will be frozen..."
Elizabeth was greatly surprised:
"Officer, I'll go immediately."
Meanwhile, at Lin Feng's residence on Victoria Peak, Li Fu asked in confusion:
"Brother Feng, do we need to remind George?"
Lin Feng smiled:
"Yes, we do!"
"I am currently doing everything I can to suppress Tycoon Group."
"I want to cut off his financial sources."
"I'm using all sorts of methods to get Tycoon to leave his company, and even pushing Little Tycoon to leave Hong Kong..."
"This is not enough!"
"We are currently a snake swallowing an elephant; this elephant is too big, and we could die if we're not careful!"
"I have to use every means to swallow him."
Li Fu said speechlessly:
"Is Tycoon that terrifying?"
Lin Feng pouted:
"Someone who has sold his soul is, of course, terrifying."
"This guy is one of the world's top white gloves."
Li Fu was greatly surprised:
"White glove?"
"Tycoon is a white glove?"
Lin Feng thought for a moment and corrected himself,
"He shouldn't be called a white glove; he should be called a comprador."
"Do you really think the person behind Tycoon is Mr. Shen?"
Li Fu scratched his head:
"I don't know."
"If it weren't for your recent explanations, I would have even thought Tycoon made it on his own."
Lin Feng burst out laughing:
"Made it on his own?"
"Come on."
"Let me tell you, there's a shadow of Zion Capital behind Tycoon."
Li Fu was speechless for a moment.
Lin Feng's expression was stern,
"Do you know how Zion Capital, behind Tycoon, got its start?"
Li Fu shook his head.
Lin Feng said expressionlessly and faintly:
"That family transported opium from India to their Mainland. Once, that family was the biggest opium dealer in their Mainland."
Li Fu was startled, then immediately furious:
"Damn it!"
Lin Feng nodded slightly:
"Indeed, they deserve to die!"
"We'll just take our time."
Li Fu gritted his teeth:
"Brother Feng, what do you say we do?"
Lin Feng regained his composure,
"Our strength is still very weak."
"Now we need to take it step by step."
Lin Feng picked up the newspaper,
"Tycoon Group has fallen by one-tenth, this is not enough!"
"I want to swallow it whole."
"But..."
"This requires being careful of the other side's counterattack."
"Under normal circumstances, only Tycoon is on the surface."
"But when Tycoon is desperate, the people behind him will emerge."
"Xiao Fu, don't worry, there will be a time for you to contribute."