Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 866 Boxing Match (Part Two)

Second floor, luxurious offices.

The floor-to-ceiling window on the west side is one-way. Looking out from inside, you can see the center of the arena, but looking in from the outside, you can't see anything at all.

A man in his sixties sat imposingly in a boss's chair, his eyes gleaming, his skin rough and dark, likely a result of years spent in the jungle.

He was wearing a military green long-sleeved shirt with the collar open, revealing a jade Bodhisattva hanging on his chest. The jade was as white as spring water and was clearly not an ordinary item.

He wore the same tactical trousers as the soldiers in the park, with loose cuffs, and a pair of yellow leather boots.

He wore a leather belt around his waist, with a silver skull buckle.

He is the owner of the park.

"Old Wu, how much money have you prepared today? Little Tiger is definitely going to bet big on you, haha." The park owner picked up the whiskey that his adjutant had just brought in and poured half a glass for a middle-aged man sitting opposite him.

The pale golden liquid flowed slowly from the bottle, like a clear stream flowing into a crystal glass, carrying the unique chocolate aroma of the oak barrel, and began to fill the room.

"Old Rip Van Winkle, it took me half a year to remember this weird name. Haha, only a few thousand bottles are produced each year. It's not very famous, but that's the good thing, isn't it?"

The park owner laughed as he poured himself a full glass, clinked it lightly with the guest's glass, then winked playfully and joked, "So there's no need to worry about the wine being fake."

After saying that, the park owner tilted his head back and downed the entire glass of wine. Then, he smiled and waved the empty glass in his hand at Old Wu, saying jokingly, "Haha, you flatter me. Unlike you, a college student, I'm just a rough man. I've been drinking like this in the woods since I was a kid."

As he spoke, the park owner picked up the wine bottle and poured himself another glass of wine, saying, "Back when I was fighting alongside generals, you never knew when a bullet might come flying from somewhere and kill you. So, I developed this bad habit. If I get my hands on some good wine, I have to finish it as soon as possible."

"Maybe the next second, we won't have a chance to drink anymore." The park owner placed the bottle on the table with a click. "Don't you think that makes sense, Lao Wu?"

The man, known as Lao Wu, swirled the wine glass in his hand. The liquid inside flowed slowly, leaving noticeable legs of wine slowly dripping down the glass.

It's a good bottle of wine.

He knew in his heart that this park owner, who jokingly called himself a roughneck, was actually very meticulous. He had poured himself a full glass of whiskey, while pouring just enough for the guests to fill their glasses.

This amount ensures that the wine can fully contact the glass to produce its unique aroma, and also provides guests with appropriate social etiquette.

And threats that are only mentioned briefly.

Old Wu stood up, picked up his wine glass, and said, "General Ang Suoling, please." He tilted his head back and downed the glass in one gulp.

Having passed the obedience test, General Angso nodded in satisfaction.

Enough with the foreplay, let's get down to business.

"Old Wu, I've seen you setting off fireworks at your building these past few days. You must have made a lot of money, right?" General Ang Suo gently tapped the swirling crystal glass on the table, causing the already full glass of wine to overflow.

This bottle of whiskey, which has a market price of up to $50,000, is like an insignificant toy in his hands, something he can easily manipulate.

"Thanks to the general, this year's harvest is not bad." Old Wu swallowed hard, trying to suppress the burning discomfort in his stomach.

"That's good. You guys have it tough too, coming all the way from China. If you can't make some money to bring home, that would be a really bad thing, wouldn't you say, Lao Wu?"

General Angsor pointed to the spilled wine on the table and laughed, "Just like the wine in this glass, no matter how good the wine is, it can't be poured into a glass that's already full. In the end, it's all wasted. What a pity."

"Old Wu, don't you think that makes sense?"

Under the office lights, the color of the whiskey was somewhat distorted. Although it was a yellow liquid, to Lao Wu it appeared faintly reddish, like blood.

Old Wu nodded and replied, "General, I understand."

General Angsor nodded slightly and said, "Good that you understand. I hope your water room can be moved out of the park by the end of the month." After a pause, he added a carrot after the stick: "Your company's accounting fees will be reduced by five percent from now on."

The "water room" is used for money laundering.

Generally speaking, individual online gambling companies do not have the ability to launder large sums of money; such laundering is usually handled by the money laundering offices in the industrial park where they are located.

The telecom fraud parks controlled by armed groups are not just doing the simple and easy thing of landlords collecting rent.

Besides food, clothing, housing, and transportation, they also provide entertainment in the park, such as casinos and KTVs; business transactions, such as money laundering, are also one of their important sources of income.

Ordinary people might assume that telecom fraud is caused by online investment companies.

In reality, this is an extremely large and complex industrial chain.

Inspired by the huge profits of telecom fraud, local armed groups further developed and upgraded the industry, creating a comprehensive industrial chain that includes gambling, kidnapping, money laundering, pornography, drug trafficking, kidney cutting, and illegal medical treatment.

It's like a black, poisonous toad, lying in the southwest of China, sucking the blood of the Chinese people.

Online gambling companies have been thrust into the public eye simply because they directly interact with victims.

The profits from industries like industrial park real estate, financial services, and human trafficking are no less than those from online gambling companies; in fact, the bulk of their profits come from these sectors.

Therefore, General Anso will not tolerate anyone else reaching out here.

After finishing their business, Angso instructed the general to press the doorbell on his desk. A moment later, a young officer in military uniform led in seven or eight men dressed in various luxury brands, ranging in age from thirty to sixty.

Upon entering, the officer stood respectfully beside the general.

"Hey, Mr. Wu, what good things are you and the General discussing inside? If you have anything good, why not share it with everyone?"

A man in his early thirties, who appeared to be the youngest among the group, swaggered in, casually picked up the whiskey on the desk, and poured himself a glass.

"Hehe, with the economy in such a terrible state, what good stuff is there? I'm just handing in my homework to the general." Old Wu unusually didn't put on airs with the younger generation, after all, what this guy was doing was far too violent and bloody.

For someone like Lao Wu, who would soon be fifty, it was still quite daunting.

The young man ignored Old Wu, puffing on a thin cigar, and said rudely, "General, we're all in the same boat. Don't do anything bad behind everyone's back."

General Angsor, who held immense power in the park, now looked at this impolite young man with a rare kind and gentle expression.

"Haha, Xiao Hu is right. When Lao Wu retires, I think you'll have to be the director of the homeowners' committee."

Another middle-aged man, over forty years old, greeted General Ang Suoling in a respectful manner and then sat down next to Old Wu. While General Ang Suoling and Xiao Hu were chatting, he raised his elbow and gently nudged Old Wu's forearm.

Old Wu shook his head with a wry smile.

This middle-aged man, nicknamed "Golden Abacus," partnered with Lao Wu to open a water parlor as a trial, but it was shut down just a few days after opening.

However, the profits from just a few days had already astonished Jin Suanpan, so it's no wonder that General Ang Suoling intervened immediately to stop it.

Jin Suanpan lowered his head, fidgeting with his fingers as he mentally calculated, feeling that the competition in the telecom fraud industry was becoming increasingly fierce, and that China was frequently intervening, with the intensity visibly increasing day by day.

The frequent power outages and internet disruptions in the industrial park in recent years have become increasingly serious, and it is feared that the top leadership of China has already taken notice of this place.

Perhaps it's time to try a different track.

The other online gambling company owners were either smoking or drinking, all waiting for the show to begin tonight.