NABC Chapter 42 Hidden Dangers in the Factory, Lin Guoyang
Chapter 42 Hidden Dangers in the Factory, Lin Guoyang
Returning to Mong Kok from Li Xin'er's counseling room, I saw Jimmy walking back with a middle-aged man.
"Brother Fan, this is Boss Zhang from the garment factory. The factory has been thoroughly investigated, and the transfer agreement can be finalized today."
Chen Fan glanced at the middle-aged man and asked Jimmy, "Are the contracts all finalized?"
Jimmy nodded: "Attorney Chen has already checked it and there are no problems."
"Two million US dollars, no bargaining. Mr. Zhang, you should agree, right?" Chen Fan confirmed with a smile.
"Agreed, Mr. Chen, I want cash." The middle-aged man emphasized, "Not consecutive old bills."
"Oh?"
Chen Fan raised an eyebrow; this guy was interesting.
A normal person would be eager to write a bank check at this time, but this guy just asked for cash, and it had to be old bills with non-consecutive numbers. I would never believe there was nothing fishy going on.
"If Mr. Chen doesn't have it, I can accept Hong Kong dollars."
"I have US dollars, but I'd like to know why you, Mr. Zhang, would want cash."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man looked embarrassed, as if he was reluctant to speak.
Chen Fan said with a mocking smile, "Is it inconvenient, or do you owe some gang money and are afraid to say?"
The middle-aged man's face turned pale. After hesitating for a long time, he sighed and slowly said, "Mr. Chen, you are a person of the martial arts world, so I will not hide it from you."
"I have a son who recently met a guy named Lam Kwok Yeung, who I heard is a gangster from Sun Kee."
"Damn it, this guy set a trap for my son, making him owe a huge amount of high-interest loans. They've got their eyes on my factory, and they're pressuring me for it, so I'm thinking of secretly selling the factory these next few days, immigrating as soon as possible so I can have peace of mind."
"I understand you're eager to sell, but doesn't giving them a chance by offering cash?"
Chen Fan wasn't afraid of Xinji's people. He had bought the factory with his own money and had transferred the ownership. If they dared to cause trouble, he would fight them.
A pretext for war delivered right to our doorstep—if we don't fight, where will the money come from?
But the strange thing is that this shrewd boss knew he was being targeted by Xinji's people, yet he still insisted on taking cash. Wasn't that just increasing the risk?
If the money is stolen, then it's really gone.
The man surnamed Zhang said with a wry smile, "I still have some gray income. I know a manager at the bank who can help me turn it into legitimate income, so I only accept cash."
Furthermore, I know that Lin Guoyang will definitely find those factories to cause you trouble, Mr. Chen. I'm sending you a small food production plant as an extra favor. I only hope that you, Mr. Chen, can ensure my entire family's safe boarding of the plane.
"As long as the factory is fine, I'll take care of your troubles."
Chen Fan turned and told Jimmy to go get the money.
The man surnamed Zhang was honest enough to sign his name on the transfer contract. Then he took out another contract from his bag with identical terms, but with a completely different factory name and address.
Chen Fan smiled as he looked at the separate contract the other party had produced.
Damn it, no wonder the other party accepted the $500,000 price cut he got Jimmy to accept so quickly; it turns out it was all planned in advance.
With all the benefits practically offered, Chen Fan figured he might as well accept them. He pressed the landline button and asked Uncle Da to notify Hua Sheng to come back.
Jimmy returned at that moment carrying the money box.
Chen Fan gestured for him to order: "Mr. Zhang, please have some."
"No need, I trust Mr. Chen's character."
The man surnamed Zhang glanced at it briefly and then closed the box.
Chen Fan didn't insist. He signed his name on both contracts, and the ownership of the four factories was transferred.
His office is equipped with CCTV and recording equipment, so he's not afraid of his boss playing tricks.
Soon after, Watson arrived.
"Brother Fan, what can I do for you?"
"Take about ten of your men to protect this Mr. Zhang for the next few days, until his whole family boards the immigration plane."
Protecting someone is definitely the best job to do, of course, with the police.
The real value of Watson as an undercover agent lies in doing this kind of thing, and Chen Fan is not afraid that the other party will try to cheat or shirk responsibility in this kind of mission.
Of course, if he were to cause the death of the Zhang family member due to negligence during such a mission, he could forget about ever returning to the police force, and Chen Fan wouldn't need him to pledge his loyalty.
Hua Sheng glanced at the man surnamed Zhang and nodded solemnly: "Understood."
"We must protect them properly. Their family has offended a petty thug named Lam Kwok-yeung from the New Detective Agency. He might have a gun."
Chen Fan met Lin Guoyang, a new clerk, on Guan Gong's birthday last year. This guy looks about five or six points like the senior brother of Duan Shui Liu.
If he's not mistaken, it should be the villain who killed one of the protagonist Wanchai Yaoqing's brothers in the movie "The Tiger of Wanchai".
This guy is a Red Stick member in the New Bureau, and he acts very arrogantly.
Upon hearing that it was related to heroin, Watson's eyes lit up, and his expression became extremely serious.
If he can find irrefutable evidence that Lin Guoyang is involved in drug trafficking, he will be able to make a great contribution.
After Watson and the man surnamed Zhang left, Chen Fan discussed the production of counterfeit goods with Jimmy.
His only requirement was to get the three factories into production as soon as possible, while ensuring both quality and quantity.
The first batch of Grade A goods can be produced within three days, and employees' wages will be increased by 5% to 10% based on their performance within those three days.
The current market for counterfeit goods in Hong Kong Island is flooded with B and C grade counterfeit goods. These are all businesses that make a quick buck and try to scam as many people as possible.
The A-level and Super A-level categories have almost never appeared.
To make money selling counterfeit goods, costs must be squeezed to the lowest possible level while maintaining a certain level of quality to attract more repeat customers.
Chen Fan hadn't yet decided what to do with that small food factory; he just wanted Jimmy to find out all the information about it.
"Brother Fan, good news! I've got the boxing gym sorted out."
Jimmy had just left when Ahua rushed in excitedly.
Chen Fan glanced at him and asked, "Did you acquire it or open a new one?"
"I also bought the houses on both sides of the boxing gym. When we knock down the walls, we can create a large venue of 8,000 square feet."
"Eight thousand feet?"
Chen Fan was very surprised.
Isn't this place a bit too big?
According to his plan, four or five thousand square feet would be enough, but who would have thought that Ahua could double that size?
"Yeah, 8,000 square feet, but it needs to be renovated before it's usable. That place is just as bad as Big B's lousy boxing gym."
"You handle it as you see fit. We can spread the word once the gym is renovated." Chen Fan then asked, "By the way, how's the recruitment going? Have you got at least four hundred new recruits?"
Ahua shook his head and explained, "Not yet. The last hundred spots for the plane are for elites, so he has high requirements for the new recruits' fighting skills. We haven't recruited a single person in the last two days."
"Let the plane do whatever it wants," Chen Fan thought for a moment, then continued, "Check how much money we have left. Order a batch of troop transport vehicles from Da Sha. If we don't have enough money, we can put it on credit. Da Sha won't mind."
"We don't need to worry about Fan Ge. Da Sha heard that you were recruiting, and immediately sent twenty Toyota Hiace trucks over."
"That guy is pretty good at getting things done. Please thank him for me later. Let's go find him for morning tea and late-night snacks sometime."