I Am the Big Boss Behind the Scenes in Marvel

Chapter 1 Unparalleled opening

Hong Kong Island, South China Sea, high seas

A two-hundred-foot yacht was parked at sea. In the darkness, the dark surface of the sea, except for the yacht’s lights, was the sound of waves hitting the hull of the ship.

Under the dim light, a man and a woman can be seen standing on the bow of the ship, and the man in the head is holding a military binoculars, looking out the sea in the distance.

“Will they come?”

The man rubbed his bloodshot eyes, stretched out his hand and tugged at his wrinkled tie, as if telling a woman, and as if to comfort himself:

“Xiuqing, don’t worry, Jiuye will definitely come!”

The man’s name is Li Wen, the best “painter” in the world! It’s just that now this painter can hardly be concealed.

The woman stretched out her hand to tidy up his collar, and said:

“The story you made up can’t be kept from the Hong Kong Island Police for too long. Maybe the Hong Kong Island Police are on their way here. Asked Li, come with me. Let’s find a place to hide our name and start over!”

Snap, the man opened the woman’s hand, his complexion flushed, and the blue veins on his neck violently, he said hoarsely:

“No, I’m not reconciled, my painting is the most popular simulation painting in the world…”

Li Wen looked at his hands with obsessive eyes: “These hands can create the most perfect works of art in the world, and I must not let them go to waste.”

Wu Xiuqing looked at Li and asked coldly:

“But you lost. Now the Hong Kong Island police know that you are a painter. Interpol will soon receive news. Where do you think you can escape? Wake up!”

Li Wen glanced at her, took out a handkerchief and wiped his glasses, his expression returned to calm.

“Xiuqing, you don’t understand. Jiuye has a lot of influence in San Francisco. As long as we escape to San Francisco, we will change our identities. Not to mention the Hong Kong Island police, even FBI federal agents can’t do anything to us!”

“No matter how powerful he is, why should he help you?”

Wu Xiuqing stared at Li Wen’s eyes: “You should know that there is no free lunch in the world.”

Before Wu Xiuqing’s words fell, the roar of the propeller came from a distance.

Two beams of light swept by searchlights appeared on the sea level.

“They are coming!”

Li Wen did not answer Wu Xiuqing’s words, put on his glasses silently, took out a black high-intensity flashlight from behind, and took three shots against the sky.

A Hercules gunship flew down slowly and hovered over ten meters above the yacht.

A rope hung from the door of the helicopter, and a man wrapped in white tights with Katana on his back, with only one pair of eyes on his back, jumped down the rope.

“You’re Mr. Li Wen? I’m White Ghost, and the boss sent me to pick you up!”

…

San Francisco, Chinatown.

In the lively market, many commercial signs are shining with neon lights of various colors on the scattered front streets.

The colorful signboards use traditional or simplified Chinese characters to mark the name of the store, somewhat like scenes from old Hong Kong movies.

The night breeze brings a hint of coolness to the sultry day, and the fragrance of the dishes from the various snack shops is appetizing.

Cantonese, Hakka, Cantonese, and Mandarin sounds of drinking and punching in various restaurants and restaurants from time to time

Messy but friendly voice.

The Songhe Tower is a simple four-story mahogany building. The gilt plaque at the entrance of the Songhe Tower is as old as its age.

The couplet at the door: Songling Eternal Cui, Crane Top Ten Thousand Years Red

The ten characters are sonorous and powerful.

This couplet was originally written by the old man Situ to the court.

Songhe Tower is famous for Cantonese and Shandong cuisine. Unlike the sweeter tastes that cater to the United States, the dishes here emphasize the original flavor.

For this reason, few foreigners come here, and they are all nearby old neighbourhoods, mostly elderly people.

For these elderly people, the taste of hometown will lose one bite after one bite.

The owner of Songhe Tower is Tang, Tang Jinyan’s Tang, Xingjiu, the director of Overseas Hongmen.

On the fourth floor of Songhe Tower, a Chinese-style office occupies most of the fourth floor, with several ink paintings of landscape, pine and bamboo hanging on the wall.

The bookshelves are full of vases, wishful ornaments, and a few ancient books that seem to be some years old.

A mahogany wooden table, a pair of purple sand tea sets, Chinese men in Tang suits are making tea.

A tough face and a flat head, but his twenty-four-year-old age makes him look extraordinarily energetic.

“Boss, won’t you call me in a hurry to let me drink tea with you? IRS recently bites people like a mad dog. I’m busy helping those people in the accounting firm find legal provisions that can help us save money! ”

Tang Jinyan was holding the teapot calmly brewing the green tea soup. Opposite him, in a black custom-made suit, some bald middle-aged white men were a little uncomfortable and couldn’t help but ask.

After the tea was rolled three times, Tang Jinyan brought a cup of purple sand tea and made a cup of yellow-green tea for the white man.

“Thor, calm down, this is the big red robe I bought from my hometown on my trust. It costs two thousand dollars or two. How about it!”

“Two thousand dollars!” Thor’s eyes lit up. He picked up the tea soup in front of him, drank it in one sip, and smacked his lips: “Boss, it tastes good, it tastes like dollars!”

Tang Jinyan shook his head with a smile, and made him another cup.

After drinking half a pot of tea, Tang Jinyan took a one-hundred dollar bill from the nearby paper box and placed it on the table, pushing it in front of Thor.

Thor put down the tea cup, picked up the dollar bill curiously, flicked it with his finger, listened to the crisp sound, and laughed:

“Boss, is this a tip for me to drink tea with you!”

“This is the latest version of the super dollar bill, what do you think?”

Tang Jinyan motioned Thor to take a closer look.

Thor realized this, holding the dollar bill in his hand under the light and carefully looking at the watermark and stripe code on it, carefully touching the touch on the banknote paper with his hand.

“Art. This is definitely a work of art. It is almost exactly the same as the dollar bills produced by the Federal Central Bank.”

Thor stroked the dollar bills. He didn’t have any pursuit of art, but simply liked money. No one could refuse these green cuties.

God also loves Franklin.

“Boss, we printed these super dollar bills?”

Thor rubbed his hands impatiently, looked at Tang Jinyan and asked.

Tang Jinyan flicked his fingers on the mahogany table twice, and instead of answering his question, he asked:

“How about the shipment rate of this similar product in the market?”

Thor understands the reason why the boss came to him. Although he has only been in this world for three years, with his coquettish lawyer’s ability, he is also a feng shui in the underground world.

Not long ago, he also helped New York underground emperor Jin and settled a lawsuit in the business field.

“Boss, most of the current federal circulation is small dollar bills. Like this kind of 100 denomination dollar bills, not many are circulated in the market. Money laundering will take some time.”

Tang Jinyan flicked his fingers on the mahogany table, and Thor silently drank his tea in the dull knocking sound, waiting for the boss’s decision.

“These super dollars can deceive 80% of the money printing machines on the market. During this time, you are looking for a few large buyers in the underground world!”*