It was already 17:30 in the afternoon, and Ayong drove a Rolls-Royce to the Hong Kong Island Police Hall.

"Hello, which office is the Governor of Hong Kong located in?"

Ayong asked the old security guard at the door.

"In 501!"

"Thank you!"

A Yong politely handed the other party a red envelope, then turned and left.

The old man opened the red envelope and saw that it actually contained 1000 Hong Kong dollars.

Wow even!

The old man screamed repeatedly, is this for himself?

You know, he works as a security guard here and his salary is only HK$1000 a month.

This young man is too arrogant!

Ayong walked straight towards the fifth floor.

When he entered the 501 office, he didn't even knock on the door and sat directly opposite Mr. Meyerson.

"Hello, Mr. Meyerson!"

Ayong went straight to the point and threw an envelope directly on the table.

"Ah you are?"

Meyerson frowned and looked at A Yong carefully.

Why is this man so rude? He didn't even say hello before entering the door.

"I'm Wang Yong from Dongxing, Feilong's assistant. I want to talk to you about something, and I'll waste Mr. Meyerson's time for half a day!"

Ayong's bluntness made the other party very uncomfortable.

"Mr. Wang, I don't like the way you talk. My wife just called me. There is something urgent at home. If you need anything, let's talk about it another day!"

Meyerson looked at his watch. It was almost time to get off work, so he got up and left.

A Yong took the lead and closed the door directly.

"Mr. Mei, the envelope on the table contains a million cashier's check from the Swiss Bank. I hope you can give me some honor and have dinner with our boss, Brother Feilong."

Meyerson paused for a moment, looked at Ayong and said: "Young man, are you trying to bribe me? It's only ten million to let me have a meal. It doesn't seem that simple. If your boss wants something, Man, let’s forget it!”

Seeing that the other party didn't take the bait, Ayong took out another envelope from his briefcase and threw it on the table.

"Twenty million, how about it? This matter is more difficult, but for Mr. Mei, it's just a matter of your nod!"

Meyerson's eyes swayed, and his expression changed from serious to natural.

Questions that the other party might ask were quickly rolling through his mind.

"So what, Feilong invited me to dinner and talked about it, which means that this matter is shady. If you want me to do something that goes against the bottom line, then forget it!"

Meyerson gave half a push, saying rejection on the surface, but his heart was already boiling with heat, and he wanted to rush forward immediately and stuff the money into his pocket.

This subtle message was captured by A Yong, so he took out an envelope from his briefcase and threw it on the table.

"Thirty million, how about it, Mr. Mei? Thirty million is enough for you to have enough food and clothing for the rest of your life!"

Meyerson's heart was moved, a smile appeared on his face, and he immediately sat back down, but did not accept the money.

He was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for Ayong to ask questions.

If Feilong's demands were too excessive, then wouldn't the million deal be too cheap?

Meyerson took the initiative to pass a cigarette to Ayong, and then looked at the closed door.

"Tell me, if you want to ask me for anything, I have to be mentally prepared first. I will retire tomorrow. I don't want to leave a bad impression before I leave."

Ah Yong took the initiative to light a cigarette and pour tea for Mr. Mei: "It's a very small matter, just the appointment of the next Governor of Hong Kong!"

Meyerson's guess was pretty much right, and it was indeed the case.

"Mr. Wang, the election is fair. I have the right to make recommendations, but I am not the one who has the final say. If you forcefully interfere in this matter, you may have found the wrong person!"

Ayong's heart tightened as he stared at the other party's cunning eyes.

This old guy really has a big appetite. It seems that million is not in his eyes at all.

All fools know that previous Hong Kong governor elections were held by the previous leader.

The dozen or so superintendents below are almost all the same. As long as the leader says one more word, someone can have the right to be in the position.

"Okay, Mr. Mei, please give me a price. How much can I say to be fair?"

Meyerson took a long puff of cigarette and thought about it again and again. He didn't even know who Fei Long wanted to recommend.

If it were Wang Li, he would immediately accept the million.

If it is someone else, such as Huang Zhicheng, then you have to think about it again.

He knew clearly how much benefit Wang Li had given him over the years.

On the other hand, Huang Zhicheng, this guy is usually very arrogant in his work, and sometimes dismantles himself in public, so it is even less possible for him to give himself a favor.

"Mr. Wang, I want to know who Mr. Feilong recommends? I have to look at people's pricing!"

A Yong raised his eyebrows and cursed in his mind: Really or not, you really want a lion to open his mouth, this old guy is so greedy!

No matter who you are talking about, the other party will definitely raise the price violently. This is purely a psychological tactic.

It seems that it is not easy for anyone to sit in the position of Hong Kong Governor.

"The person recommended by our boss is Huang Zhicheng!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Meyerson's face became solemn.

"Mr. Wang, I may not be able to handle the million today. Huang Zhicheng has a bad relationship with me to begin with, and you still let me choose him!"

A Yong said with a smile: "It's because he is upright that we came to you. Mr. Mei, be more cheerful and give us a fixed price!"

Meyerson thought for a while, but it would be too hasty to draw a conclusion now.

He had to meet Fei Long. He was the big boss, and he might be able to ask for more.

So he said: "I can't tell you the exact number. I have to meet Mr. Feilong before I can tell you the exact number."

Meyerson looked at it while pushing Tai Chi.

How did Huang Zhicheng, a pauper, climb the big tree of Feilong? Maybe this guy was more greedy than himself and took more benefits privately.

Okay, this old fox must have collected a lot of things. He usually didn't give himself half a penny, so he had to blackmail Fei Long today.

A Yong felt confident in his heart, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "No problem, Mr. Mei, our boss is waiting for you at the East Star Hotel, and there are also a large group of beauties waiting for you to choose!"

Beauty!

Meyerson's eyes lit up, he hadn't had any meat for a long time, this flying dragon was sensible.

No matter what we talk about today, beauty and money are definitely indispensable for me. How can I refuse such a huge good thing.

For the sake of face, he politely said: "Mr. Wang, I have to ask my wife for permission first. Please wait for me for a minute."

Ayong also saw that this horse riding was completely hinting to him to pull him away quickly!

So take the initiative to give the other party a step up.

"Stop the phone call, Mr. Meyerson. Brother Long has sent me more than a dozen text messages asking you when to come over. If you don't agree, Brother Long will scold me!"

Wang Yong took Melson's hand and pulled him out of the door.

"Mr. Mei, the oil in the Rolls-Royce waiting downstairs has almost burned out. Let's go!"

Meyerson was shocked: "The engine didn't shut down?"

Wang Yong smiled and said: "Mr. Meyerson didn't even nod, how dare I park the car casually!"

The loud flattery is so flattering to the other party.

"It's all said and done. If I don't give you face anymore, it won't be justified."

Meyerson got up and left, feeling so happy!

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