I haven't been a boss for many years

"Yes, sir!" The customs officers immediately began to work, confiscating the alcohol in the truck and detaining the drivers of Yihai Logistics.

The drivers were smoking, chatting, and cooperating with the customs sir indifferently. It is a trivial matter for the company to lose a batch of goods. The masters have a good relationship with the customs sirs, and they will not worry about being tortured to extract confessions. Oh, smuggling A little cargo, it should be punished, small problem.

Guan Zhilian was sitting in the co-pilot of the crown car, beeping, the big brother next to him rang loudly.

on the mountain road.

He picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"

"Which one?"

"Ah Lian, did you shoot the people from the Customs Department?" Zhuo Zhizhen stood at home, holding the phone, and shouted anxiously: "You shot your colleagues on the spot, you are so brave!"

"Who will give you such a boldness!"

"Don't even make a phone call before the robbery?"

"Zhuo sir, the situation at the scene is urgent, if you call again, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?" Zhuo Zhizhen asked, "Are you afraid that your contribution will escape, or that the customs department will kill you?"

"If you do things like this, how can I promote you? You didn't find out anything this time. Instead, you ruined the jobs of colleagues in the Customs Department."

"They were taking bribes!" Guan Zhilian retorted.

"Everyone wants to support their family!" Zhuo Zhizhen roared loudly: "Tou wants me to suspend you and take a long-term vacation. Be careful that you will be pulled out of the police uniform!"

"Dudu!"

On the mountain road, on the opposite lane, a large truck full of gravel was driving at full speed without stopping. During a big turn on the mountain road, the front of the car directly crossed the lane line, flashing the lights, and honking the harsh horn, boom!boom!boom!

The three cars on the opposite side of the lane at the front of the red truck all crashed down the mountain road.

Guan Zhilian held the phone in his hand, and just finished speaking, he stared and looked forward, a burst of light flashed, followed by severe pain and a feeling of weightlessness as if taking off, and finally accompanied by the moment of landing, Consciousness is completely plunged into darkness.

Ten seconds later, three cars fell down the mountain road, rolled back and forth dozens of times, hit the ground, and smashed through a forest.

The front of the truck was potholed, and a large piece of iron sheet fell off, emitting black smoke, half hanging outside the mountain road.

Zhuo Zhizhen stood at home with a startled expression. Hearing the voice on the phone, he shouted loudly: "A Lian! A Lian!"

"Ah Lian, how are you doing!!!"

Chapter 144 Zhang Sheng Sends You a Wreath

Late at night, two o'clock.

New Territories, at the bottom of Taijiao Mountain.

Seven police cars, three ambulances, lights flickering, dozens of police officers, medical personnel, carrying stretchers, cordoned off, gathered at the busy survey site at the bottom of the mountain to rescue the wounded.

Eight in the morning.

Zhang Guobin just woke up in the apartment, wearing a black nightgown, walked into the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror with a toothbrush in his mouth.

Zhu Baoyi was wearing a milk tea-colored silk dress, with sleepy eyes, got up and opened the closet, took out a whole suit, took off the hanger, and laid it flat on the bed.

Zhang Guobin washed up, went back to the bedroom, put on his suit and tie.

"Bingo!"

As soon as he walked out of the door of the room, he saw Li Chenghao standing outside the door with a solemn expression and shouted.

"White paper fan, what's the matter squatting at the door early in the morning?" Zhang Guobin glanced at him with a smile, raised his hand to tidy up the cuffs of his suit, slightly covered his watch, pulled his collar, and walked downstairs.

"Let's have breakfast together."

"Yes, Brother Bin." Li Chenghao agreed aloud.

Immediately, Zhang Guobin took Li Chenghao directly downstairs and sat at the dining table in the hall on the first floor.

The landlady served two breakfasts, put them on the table, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Li, good morning."

"Landlady, good morning." Zhang Guobin greeted with a smile, took out a bowl of seafood porridge, picked up chopsticks, and served it with side dishes.

The wife bowed slightly and went back to the kitchen. All the artists in the apartment hadn't woken up yet, and breakfast needed to be prepared.

Li Chenghao was eating seafood porridge, and said: "Brother Bin, the anti-drug team checked the trucks in Yihai Zhonggang last night, all thirteen trucks were stolen, and more than 20 drivers were sent to the police headquarters."

"Ok?"

"It's such a big deal?" Zhang Guobin frowned slightly, stopped his chopsticks, and said with displeasure: "The anti-drug team stepped over the line!"

"Yes, Brother Bin." Li Chenghao looked at the boss's expression, but his tone was not as aggressive as in the past, and he was about to kill people at every turn. Instead, he asked tentatively: "What should we do now?"

"Deal with it?" Zhang Guobin sneered, showing displeasure: "It's just some private-label foreign wine, do you need me to handle it personally?"

"You send someone to release the driver and the truck on bail first, and then take the folder to the tax office to make up the amount. Make up the 20 drinks at one time. Stop the tax office first."

Zhang Guobin picked up another small dish with chopsticks, with a relaxed and freehand attitude.

Indeed, the investigation of private label foreign wine was just a trivial matter to his overall business.

First of all, in order to ensure tax revenue, the tax office has always adhered to the principle of "make up the amount and you are not guilty", which is the international practice of "pursuing payment, fines, and paying off debts".

After all, the government, like associations, cannot guarantee that every enterprise and every company pays taxes honestly.

For the government, a large enterprise is the mouthpiece of the government.

If you beat him to death with a stick, you will only lose money. It is better to leave a hole and return the tax.

Zhang Guobin makes up for the amount of drinks for a month, which means, at most, the drink business is worthless for a month. First, he will not lose money, and second, he will not be punished. He will continue to work in the next month.

If the tax office checks every month, it doesn't matter, the wine business is a big deal, so let's set up a table to apologize to Boss Shen.

Secondly, the wine business is the "icing on the cake". With the convenience of the logistics business, we can gain added value. In essence, the logistics business is where the real money is made. It is reasonable and reasonable to abandon "drinks" and keep "logistics".

In the end, the liquor business involves the interests of the customs, Shen Xin, and Shenghe.

Zhang Guobin can easily deal with the anti-drug team without doing anything.

The authority of the anti-drug team is very high, there is no doubt about it, but after all, a department has only the power of one department, and it does things beyond the scope of its authority?

Too many people can crush him to death!

This world will rule!

Zhang Guobin didn't need to worry at all, he continued to drink porridge, and said with a smile: "In addition, you send two boxes of cigarettes to the customs office, and let the people in the customs office do things."

"This is the scope of the Customs Administration's authority. If they want to continue to search for water, they must protect their jobs and not tolerate the intervention of the anti-drug team."

"Let the customs department take the lead of the anti-drug team out of their police uniforms first, and then, let's see who dares to check the goods in Yihai Zhonggang!"

This is the way Mr. Zhang does things.

"Understood, Brother Bin." Li Chenghao agreed, his tone paused, but he said: "However, the police uniforms of the anti-drug team don't need to be removed."

"These people are all dressed in mourning and ready to be buried."

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Guobin stared, raised his eyebrows, and said in disbelief, "Which one is going to be buried?"

"Last night, the thirteen anti-drug team police officers and one inspector who led the team were knocked down by a truck on the Dajiao Mountain. Not one of them was left with the car and people. The police force was blown up."

Li Chenghao considered his tone, and said, "A case team in the anti-drug team, all returned to their hometowns and reincarnated."

Zhang Guobin couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive.

This is the struggle between the association and the police. Usually you come and go, intrigues, once the core interests are involved.

Is it immortal?

Zhang Guobin has always been in business, and with the standards of an entrepreneur, he guards the bottom line and paves the way for the future.

The person who did this matter was someone else, the one whose core interests were involved and who might be driven to a dead end because of this incident.

This is definitely not Zhang Guobin.

A Bin was silent for a while, with a promise in his heart, he put down his chopsticks and said, "Send some gardens to the anti-drug team for me, to express your heart and comfort the spirit of heaven."

"Understood, boss."

DreamWorks, the ground floor of the artist apartment.

As soon as Zhang Guobin and Li Chenghao walked out of the gate, the doors of the two Crown cars were pushed open. Huang Zhiming stepped forward with seven o-marked police officers, raised their IDs and said loudly, "Mr. Zhang, please stay."

"Morning, Sir Huang." Zhang Guobin smiled and greeted him indifferently after taking some time off.

Huang Zhiming nodded, put the ID back into his clothes, and said, "Good morning, Mr. Zhang."

"Did you sleep well last night?" Huang Zhiming's mouth was dry and he couldn't smile, but Zhang Guobin replied calmly: "I slept well, how is it, Sir Huang, did you not sleep well last night?"

"I slept well, but some guys couldn't wake up last night." Huang Zhiming said in a deep voice, "Mr. Zhang, will you accompany me back to the General Administration?"

"I can do it alone?" Zhang Guobin was very calm, and looked back at Ahao: "My brother still has to do things. There are a lot of things in the company. If they don't handle them well in a day, the staff will be hungry all day."

"Okay, Mr. Zhang, please." Huang Zhiming glanced at Li Chenghao, turned around and raised his hand, pointing to the car door, Zhang Guobin stepped towards the O's car, and said aloud: "Ahao, do as I said."

"Yes, Mr. Zhang." Li Chenghao replied solemnly.

Zhang Guobin got into the car, and all the people in the recorder were expressionless. Following him, the three cars disappeared at the bottom of DreamWorks in a blink of an eye.

General Administration.

o note, interrogation room.

Zhang Guobin was sitting behind the iron table, dressed in a suit, covering the paper cup with his hands, smelling the aroma of coffee in the cup, and looking around the room with his eyes.

Huang Zhiming took two steps back, leaned against the wall, examined him, and asked, "Sheng Zhang, is it the first time you came to the General Administration?"

"Is it strange to look at the surrounding environment?"

"Hehe, it's not the first time to come to the General Administration, but the first time to sit here." Zhang Guobin looked around, lowered his head and drank a cup of coffee, feeling a little sad, and whispered: "I thought, I would never Sit here."

"Zhang Guobin, when you went to the public relations department, Mr. Guo regarded you as a distinguished guest, but when you go to O's office, we will always regard you as a young and Dangerous boy." Huang Zhiming was blunt: "The police force has established various departments, and each department Its job is not to let people like you go."

"I didn't handcuff you, I already left you a portion of thin noodles." Huang Zhiming picked up a cigarette, took out a lighter, clicked it on, exhaled a puff of smoke, and asked in a soft voice: "Some things, I will not I’ve asked you, and you won’t say it, 48 hours, the buddy will send it to you on time, stay obediently, don’t disturb me any more!”

"Know what?"

Huang Zhiming stared and shouted.

"Tsk!" Zhang Guobin chuckled uninterestedly, tapped his finger on the table twice, and said, "Remember to deliver cigarettes and coffee to me on time!"

"Lucky, don't want Marlboro, I'm not used to it."

……

anti-drug group.

Zhuo Zhizhen had just returned to the office from the hospital with more than 20 fellows.

The anti-drug team suffered heavy losses this time, paying a full price of fourteen guys, but not even a gram of goods was found.

Oh shit.

Alcohol was found to be several tons!

But in addition to adding an extra account to the tax office,

He knew batches of booze were useless,

Anti-smuggling and tax recovery are not within the purview of the anti-drug team.

This time, Zhuo Zhizhen, the superintendent of the anti-drug team, the senior superintendent, and a large number of related personnel may all be held accountable by the deputy director of operations, and many of them will have to go to the interrogation team.

The death of a police officer in the anti-drug team,

It will be handed over to the Criminal Crime Unit for follow-up.

Zhuo Zhi really couldn't figure it out, he obviously didn't find anything but a few tons of smuggled alcohol, why would he make such a big deal.

So many lives!

Is it...

Could it be that Prince Bin's tiger beard is really unattractive, the other party has already reached this point of arrogance.

Death if you touch it?

Zhuo Zhizhen suppressed the doubts in his heart, returned to the office, took out two stacks of banknotes from the drawer, walked out to the office area, and put them on the desk of a madam: "I personally offered 2 yuan, which is not too much. I will give it to Ah Lian, Xizai, Uncle Wang's family, fourteen brothers, all of them have a bright future, the family needs to support them, and their deaths cannot be in vain."

"Zhuo sir, I offer two thousand."

"I don't have much money, I'll pay eight hundred..."

In the anti-drug team, the remaining more than 30 guys were willing to pay a share of the money.