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Xu Lang sat behind his desk, not saying a word, just listening.
The less he says now, the more nervous his subordinates become, because they know that Xu Lang isn't indifferent; rather, he has already set the pace.
If something goes wrong, no one can withstand the consequences.
That evening, Ho Sai-gui personally went to Causeway Bay and set his sights on a trading company that ostensibly did "seafood express delivery".
This shop was actually one of the shadow channels that Shunhai used. It had clean accounts, few staff, and the owner's surname was Feng. He was a small old man in his fifties who used to work in customs brokerage for a freight company before opening his own small shop.
But this small shop received eight "special transport orders" in the two months before Shunhai collapsed. Each order was small in amount, but the destinations were the same, all going through small ports in Southeast Asia.
He Xigui didn't enter the door; he only sent a gift box to the boss.
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The boss was puzzled at first, but when he opened it, he found two things inside: an employee information sheet for Dongxing Logistics and an old photo.
The photo shows him and two missing accountants, Shun Hai, posing together in front of the South Bay Hotel, with the date clearly marked.
The next morning, instead of opening his shop, Lao Feng took a one-and-a-half-hour bus ride to a law firm in North Point.
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An hour later, his lawyer arrived at the main hall with a letter, saying that he was willing to cooperate with the investigation and hoped to "seek understanding."
The letter made no mention of Tung Sing or Shun Hai, only stating that the person was "willing to cooperate in handling all past matters and withdraw from related businesses!" The signature was clean and simple, just four characters: Feng Wanquan.
The judge nodded after reading the letter.
"He knows what rules are!"
"Is it useful to keep it?" Wang Jianjun asked.
“It’s useful!”
After listening, Xu Lang put the photo into the drawer.
"Let him go to Tunwan temporarily to do document entry; nobody knows where he is!"
"If he really listens and can organize those smuggling lines he's in charge of, then we can follow those lines and take back the entire middle ring!"
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Several people nodded.
Meanwhile, at the old shipyard in the West Bay area, people were quietly moving cargo.
That place was originally a floating transit station set up by the Yakuza in its early days. It was abandoned for a few years, but recently it has suddenly come back to life.
Ah Ji and his men disguised themselves as construction workers passing by, and under the pretense of delivering cement, they sneaked in and took a few photos. They then spotted a familiar car outside the warehouse.
The car owner was Zhang Shiwei, Shunhai's second-level financial transfer agent in Hong Kong Island. His company, "633," had been shut down, but he had not shown up.
Once the license plate was verified, it was indeed him.
"Anything?" Aji asked.
"Don't move!" Xu Lang replied quickly.
"They shouldn't know we saw it yet!"
"Let them think we're still settling old scores!"
We want them to think we can't see it!
Hong Wentong smiled.
"So, what's the next step?"
"Have someone spread the word that Tung Sing is going to clean up its act and is preparing to go public."
We need to scare those people outside out!"
"real or fake?"
“It’s fake!” Xu Lang said calmly.
"But enough to make them panic!"
"As soon as they start preparing to transfer money, clear their accounts, and evade taxes, we can cut off their money supply in one fell swoop!"
This is Xu Lang's method: instead of knocking on the door, he burns down the house directly.
You feel okay because the fire hasn't reached your feet yet.
But once you start moving things, that's when he'll make his move.
That evening, several financial newspapers received anonymous emails stating that the Tung Sing Gang intended to repackage some of its industrial companies and planned to cooperate with external consortia to establish a mixed-ownership platform.
Upon hearing the news, several old triads that had been suppressed by Xu Lang became restless. They thought that Tung Sing was really going to go ashore and began to contact their investors who were hiding overseas, preparing to cash out.
One of them was a small finance company called "Shengfeng Investment," which was originally a mole left by the Sankou Group on Hong Kong Island.
The company was shut down three years ago, but it was suddenly re-registered by someone with the same name and submitted a "letter of intent for a private equity project" at noon.
After receiving the documents, the judge smiled and handed the letter of intent to Xu Lang.
"They believed it!"
"Let's go!"
"The next step is to wrap things up!"
This step is to drag all those who are still dreaming down into the sea in one fell swoop.
There is no way out.
There was no turning back.
Tung Sing never wastes time...
Once the attack is launched, no one will be spared.
At 10 p.m. that night, the lights were still on in Shengfeng Investment’s office in Central. Five people were sitting inside, and several newly printed documents were spread out on a round table, all of which contained information on fund flows, project layouts, and compliance packaging.
Three of the group were familiar faces in Hong Kong's local financial circles, while the other two came from overseas. They spoke softly, and every word they uttered was roundabout.
They thought they had found an opportunity and believed that Tung Sing was really going to "clean up" and shift the gang towards a capital-driven path.
They have even arranged for intermediaries to contact several external funds, using the "Dongxing Industrial Mixed Structure" as a breakthrough point.
But they didn't know that all the information had already been copied and taken away.
Even the water they drank, the printers they used, and every sheet of copy paper they produced were provided by Xu Lang's people.
Even one of the so-called "secretaries" was someone who was specially placed in the periphery by Hong Wentong.
The next morning, Dongxing received a complete recording of the meeting, which included every word about how to "give kickbacks".
Hong Wentong copied the recording onto a disc and placed it on Xu Lang's desk.
Xu Lang didn't look, he only asked one question.
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"The money was moved?"
"Just transferred 1.4 million yuan, listed as 'preliminary consultation fee'!"
Where does it flow to?
"Yuming Technology!"
"That's a done deal!"
"Yes!"
"Notify the judge to make a copy of the bill from Shunhai that we found earlier, add this amount, and hand it to Shengfeng!"
Who delivered it?
"Wang Jianjun!"
"How to send it?"
"Post it on the door in front of their people!"
"Still writing 'We know'?"
"No!"
"This writing is 'finished'!"
Half an hour later, Wang Jianjun led his men over. A car was parked downstairs at Shengfeng Investment. There was no commotion or shouting.
He led his people inside, and as they passed the front desk, the receptionist was about to look up when he silenced her with a single glance.
15 They walked directly to the conference room door, and no one stopped them.
He took out the printed paper, slapped it on the door, and didn't explain anything or say another word.
Then he glanced back at the few people in front of him and said only one sentence.
"Those who should leave, then leave!"
Then he turned around and went downstairs.
A deathly silence fell over the conference room.
The document was printed in red: "It's over."
Several familiar faces in the local financial circle immediately realized they had been trapped, without even figuring out how they were being monitored.
One person stood up and tried to run, while the other had already gone limp and was sitting in a chair, sweating profusely.
They thought it was a business deal, but it turned out to be a reckoning from the very beginning.
That evening, Shengfeng Investment announced its closure, citing "adjustment of project direction" as the reason.
Less than two hours after the press release was issued, the company's accounts were frozen.
Two of the three core members failed to leave the country and were stranded at the airport. They then took the initiative to call He Xigui, hoping to "explain the situation".
Dongxing did not respond.
They've said what they needed to say; no further explanation is needed.
The entire financial sector on Hong Kong Island was in an uproar overnight.