I haven't been a boss for many years

Wen Qiren shook his head: "I'm the person in charge of investigating the inner ghost."

"so?"

Zhang Guobin was taken aback, and asked, "How should you investigate?"

Wen Qiren said slowly: "The anti-drug team had an anti-drug operation some time ago. The informant confirmed that the information was correct. When they arrived at the pier, they found that there was no cargo on the fishing boat. Later, the Fisheries and Agriculture Department received a report that some fishermen found fish. The phenomenon of death was found to be a large amount of cocaine after testing."

"This batch of goods is very large, otherwise it will be solved by throwing it into the sea. The anti-drug team has followed for five months, and now it is confirmed that there must be an insider in the anti-drug team."

"The case was transferred to the Internal Investigation Section, and the Internal Investigation Section contacted the Intelligence Section to cooperate, and I was the head of the Intelligence Section.

"Wen Qiren picked up the ashtray, held it in his hand, and lit the ash.

Zhang Guobin thought for a moment and asked, "Which club is it?"

"Now the Xiangjiang side has the most followers?"

Wen Qiren chuckled.

"Xin Ji Ah Qiang!"

Zhang Guobin joked.

There has never been a shortage of smart people in the arena. The trick of sending students to the police force takes a long time, and the major clubs and bankers don't think they will often use it.

But it's normal to buy black police and recruit informants.

Xinji is in the police force, and the customs must have many "friends", but with the increasing number of followers, the police force is bound to become more and more ruthless.

This time the police force is going to dig out some of the internal tumors.

"This is the last link of World War II operation!"

"Catch the needle!"

Wen Qiren said with a serious face and a solemn tone.

Zhang Guobin nodded slightly: "What are you going to do?"

Wen Qiren said with a smile: "It's normal. The needles of the new records should be caught as soon as they should be caught. If the new records are broken, I think they are contributing to Xiangjiang."

"But it's hard for me to judge whether the police force suspects me."

Zhang Guobin sat on the sofa, nodded and said, "Then give it a try."

Catching ghosts has always been carried out by the Political Department, the Internal Investigation Division, and the Intelligence Division. Sometimes ICAC will make breakthroughs from corruption investigations.

There is no problem with this.

But Wen Qiren is just a senior inspector of the intelligence department, has he been suspected by his superiors, and was watched by another team during the mission?

It's hard to tell.

Although Zhang Guobin seldom cooperates with Wen Qiren in doing things, it doesn't mean that the previous things are written off, and anyone who has done it knows it well.

Those engaged in intelligence work are naturally suspicious. It's normal for my younger brother to be a little panicked. Who told the police to go too far!

"How to try?"

Wen Qiren asked.

He didn't dare to move without the boss's instructions.

"After a while, I will have people import a batch of smuggled wine to Xiangjiang, and I will release a batch of fans to the outside world. Xinji will definitely take action at that time."

"If the police force continues to let the intelligence department follow up the case, you should have no problem. As for the anti-drug team,

Whoever stares at me the most closely can try to find out. "

Zhang Guobin said slowly.

This trick kills two birds with one stone!

Wen Qiren nodded: "Yes."

Since it's not a real follower, there's nothing to worry about.

"It's definitely difficult to get [-]% perfect in this trick, but it's enough to try the water temperature to see the effect." Zhang Guobin said.

Wen Qiren said again: "Yes, boss."

"It just so happens that the anti-drug team has a needle in Xinji. The last operation failed and they were trying to rescue the needle. Whoever stares at the needle is also suspicious."

Since Xinji lost that batch of goods, the needle has disappeared, and whether the "needle" can be rescued is a question mark.

But Xinji must really want to find this needle.

"Okay."

"Drink the soup first."

Zhang Guobin laughed, put out the cigar into the ashtray, walked into the kitchen and took out the casserole, put a wet towel on both hands, and returned to the dining table with the ears of the pot in his hands, saying, "Sit down."

"Boss, did you cook it yourself?" Wen Qiren asked in surprise.

Zhang Guobin opened the casserole, fetched a spoon, put a bowl of soup on the table, and said modestly: "This is the first time I make soup, it doesn't taste good, sorry."

"Wow."

"It smells so good! After Wen Qiren took it, he moved his index finger.

Evening, seven o'clock.

Wen Qiren entered the basement alone, shaking the car keys.

ten o'clock.

Wan Chai.

Hans Bar.

Xing Shigui, wearing a suit, was sitting on a leather stool at the bar counter, sipping a glass of tequila with a straw in his mouth, and turned his head to look at the pole dancing pole dancers on the stage of the bar.

The little brother Wipe Cup Wen stood behind the bar, dressed as a bartender and wearing a tie, and was skillfully wiping the bottom of the cup with a rag. Looking at the stage, he joked, "Brother Gui, the new Dong Wu girl, what can I do tonight?"

Xing Shigui turned his head to look at him, and said displeasedly: "I'm looking to see if she can dance!"

"So as not to scare the guests away!"

Wiping Cup Wen grinned: "Do you think I believe it, boss?"

"Then I said that she spent the night at my house on the first night she just arrived in Xiangjiang, do you believe it or not?" Xing Shigui rolled his eyes, picked up a cigarette, and cursed: "Push the street!"

The bar was bustling with customers, and it was still busy during the weekend, but it was still a long way from the hustle and bustle of the Xinji venue.

"Hello?" Xing Shigui picked up the phone.

Holding a business card, Zhang Guobin said, "Give it to the little brother next to you!"

When Xing Shigui heard that pleasant voice, his whole body trembled immediately, he turned his head and looked around, the nearest brother was Wipe Cup Wen.

He hastily handed the elder brother to the cup wiper and warned, "Grandpa is looking for you!"

"Grandfather?"

Wiping the cup, Wen hurriedly held the cup, put his head in front of the phone, and stammered, "Grandpa, good evening, Grandpa."

"Are you interested in helping me with something?" Zhang Guobin asked in a deep voice.

"Aqiang."

"Recently, a younger brother in the venue said that He Yihai is going to bulk cargo in the Central area?"

A week later, Xiang Bo was sitting on the sofa at home with a bag of tea in his hand.

Sitting beside him in a white suit, Xiang Qiang said in a deep voice, "There are some rumors, but I don't know if it's true or not. However, He Yihai can't compete with us in the venue in Central, and the younger brother may have some thoughts. "

"Everyone wants it to be a rumor."

Picking up the kettle, Xiang Bo boiled the tea leaves and said, "We bought the channels and bulk cargo rights of the Golden Triangle. If you need bulk cargo with Yihai, you should at least talk to us."

"I heard it's ice from the mainland."

Xiang Qiang said.

Xiang Bo said, "Talk to him first, and if you can't agree, then notify the police."

"Yes."

Xiang Qiang said.

Police force.

Wen Qiren took a piece of information and walked quickly to Ji's office area. He bumped into Liu Jianwen who was chatting with the policewoman in the tea room, and was about to speak to report. Liu Jianwen put down his coffee cup, turned his head and said, "Wen si,

I was going to find you. "

"what's up?"

Wen Qiren said with a smile on his usual expression.

Liu Jianwen said: "There are people on the rivers and lakes, and Yihai plans to bulk cargo in Xinji. Can you take charge of the investigation?"

Wen Qiren retorted very simply: "Sorry, I'm currently watching another case, you can leave it to the team to do it!"

"Okay." Liu Jianwen looked regretful, his eyes fell on the folder in Wen Qiren's hand, and he raised his eyebrows:

"Are you looking for something with me?"

Wen Qiren raised the document in his hand and said naturally, "Zhuo Si is with you?"

"Just left."

"That's fine."

"Time to chat." Wen Qiren turned and left Ji, looked down at his watch, and walked into the anti-drug team.

The water temperature is not hot enough.

Liu Jianwen looked at his back, thinking with his eyes, always felt that Wen Qiren was a little unusual.

But he said something was wrong.

"Zhang Sheng, I have always respected you very much. I hope you can give me an answer on this matter."

Backbone.

After Xiang Qiang finished speaking, he got up and poured a cup of hot tea for Zhang Guobin.

Zhang Guobin tapped the tea table twice, and said without changing his face: "Xiang Sheng, don't worry, I will investigate this matter!"

"When you go out, you need to talk about your credibility."

Xiang Qiang smiled and nodded, "Zhang Sheng is a senior."

"Thank you."

"I'll reply to you in two days." Zhang Guobin glanced at his watch, finished his tea, pushed away his chair and stood up, "No need to send it away."

He strode away with his bodyguards.

At the tea table.

Futou Jun said in a deep voice: "Young Thirteenth, did Zhang Guobin believe what he said? Maybe his goods will arrive in Hong Kong in two days."

"The shipment from Luohu is very fast."

Holding a string of dzi beads in Thirteenth Young Master's hand, he muttered, "Let Malu bring the goods back quickly."

"As soon as the goods arrive in Xiangjiang, the ghosts will be dealt with. You don't have to wait for my news. If you find out, you will catch one. If you can't find out,

Treat them all as ghosts! "

Ax Jun has a resolute face, as usual.

"it is good."

A Dong wore a camouflage action suit, stepped on black water boots, and led a black pack horse through a rainforest in Laos.

The packhorse carried four large bags of goods tightly wrapped in yellow tape on its back. Looking back, on the black dirt road,

There are more than 20 pack horses and more than [-] militiamen in a group.

A middle-aged man with a dark face and earthworm tattoos on his cheeks answered the phone and shouted loudly, "Be careful!"

"There must be no more accidents with this batch of goods!"

A Dong pulled the pack horse, his face turned pale.