money player

Xian Yaowen followed Xie Tingyun into the second bedroom. Xie Tingyun pointed to the suitcase on the bed and said, "I found it in the ceiling."

Xian Yaowen looked in the direction where the suitcase was opened and saw neatly stacked oil paper packages. One of them was unwrapped, revealing white powder.

I walked forward, picked up the oil paper bag, and took a quick look. The white color of the powder was quite pure, without any beige or brown, not to mention black. If it was white powder, then the purification process was definitely world-class.

Shake the oil paper bag to shake out the covered powder, the white color is still very pure. Use the fan smelling method to smell the smell of the powder, there is no smell at all.

Xian Yaowen handed the oil paper bag to Xie Tingyun, "Take a small amount and soak it in water to see if it can be dissolved and there is no color. Then take it to the balcony and learn from fellow Taoists chasing dragons and smell it to see if it is right. The amount must be small and stay away from it."

"clear."

After Xie Tingyun left, Xian Yaowen counted the number of oil paper packages, a total of 32 packages; he picked up a package and weighed it, about 0.7 kilograms, a total of 22.4 kilograms.

With 22.4 kilograms of white powder with a purity comparable to Grade , he could definitely not be an ordinary small fry. He thought of Marseille, the world's drug transportation hub, the Marseille gang, and the French drug trafficking network.

I got it……

"Hold!"

If it is really white powder, Alice will be a hot potato.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Xian Yaowen prepared for the worst.

A few minutes later, Xie Tingyun came back and told him that his worst-case plan was not in vain, it really was white powder.

"Pack it up, put it back where it was, and continue searching."

The search continued, and after a long hour and a half, all the places that needed to be searched were searched, but nothing hot was found. Only some papers with words on them, such as receipts, receipts, letters, etc.

After spending another half an hour thoroughly cleaning the house to erase any traces of the search, Xian Yaowen sat on the single sofa next to Alice and studied the collected papers.

There was nothing wrong with the receipt and the acknowledgment form, except that the landlord, Alba Costa Santos, had once lived here.

Costa and Santos are both typical Portuguese surnames. According to the Portuguese name combination method, Alba's mother's surname is Costa and her father's surname is Santos. This house was registered in the name of the 1935-year-old "Frenchman" Alba in . It is difficult to judge whether this Alba was born in France, or went to France as a teenager or adult.

The surname Santos is a common surname in Portugal, equivalent to the surname Li in the Hundred Family Surnames. Theoretically speaking, it is difficult to say that the Santos of Alice Santos Ferreira and the Santos of Alba are from the same family.

But Alice lives in Alba's house, so there is reason to suspect that Alice's mother and Alba are from the same family, possibly sisters.

I don’t know if what Alice said about the inheritance is true. If it is true, is the inheritance Alba’s inheritance? How can they be non-relatives?

Are they unable to provide proof of kinship, or are they not relatives at all?
There was too little information to make a more accurate guess, so Xian Yaowen put aside the issue of Alice and Alba's relationship and began to check the letters.

The first letter was sent from Lisbon to Paris. It was just an ordinary family letter that did not reveal much useful information. One could only tell from the words that the sender was Alice's mother, and from the envelope one could get Alice's home address in Lisbon. However, the sender's full name was not written, only Santos.

The next three letters were from Alice's mother. After piecing together the information, we learned that Alice's family was a large one and she had no less than three brothers and sisters.

The fifth letter was sent from Constantine, Algeria to Paris. The sender was Rita Silva Santos. The content of the letter was mainly about asking about Alice's well-being and whether she was getting used to living in Paris. Alice was always referred to as "Alice", and it was impossible to tell what the relationship between the two was.

The sixth and seventh letters, also from Rita, are still not of much value. If there is any value in them, it is that one can infer that Rita lives a relatively affluent life and does not need to work. It is hard to tell whether she is a lady or a lover, and her affluent life comes from a man named Maurice.

With no surname, the name Maurice is ambiguous and it is difficult to judge what nationality he is from. We can only assume that he is French based on the fact that Algeria was a French colony.

These seven letters are the only valuable ones. The other letters are either bills or advertising letters, and no useful information was obtained.

Judging from the date on the letter and the postmark, Alice had lived here for less than five months, and it was impossible to tell where she was five months ago.

After searching her bag, less than 1 francs were found, with no checks, and no bank deposit slips in the room. Considering that Alice had only drunk a bottle of cheap table wine before, her financial situation should be quite tight.

Xian Yaowen got up and went to the balcony, retrieved the bottle of wine, tasted it, and yes, it was just an ordinary table wine, without the trick of putting Moutai in a mineral water bottle.

He didn't know what the 22.4 kg of purified white powder was worth, but it was definitely not low, at least higher than three times the price of the same weight in gold. With this stuff, did Alice still have to beg for food with a golden bowl?

With a whoosh, Xian Yaowen came to a corner of the living room and took out the ball of hair that he had just hooked out from the washstand and the drain pipe from the packed garbage.

After examining the hairs one by one, I found a few small clumps of hair that looked like those of a man's beard and some undoubted curly hair. It seemed that a man had shaved and taken a shower here recently.

He entered the master bedroom and checked the closet again to make sure there were no men's clothes; he transformed himself into a police dog and sniffed the entire bed, smelling a scent that could only be attached to sex, and also saw semen stains.

Alice has a man. The man has been here in recent days. The white powder may belong to that man.

Paris is less than 800 kilometers away from Marseille, and one can travel back and forth in one day. Paris should be the direct sales market for the Marseille gangs, and they can directly sell end products instead of high-purity raw materials.

If you have more ethics, you can go through two steps from raw materials to final products. If you don't have enough ethics, it's okay to go through three or four steps. Logically speaking, high-purity white powder should not appear in Paris.

A series of drug-related films popped up in Xian Yaowen's mind. According to the logic of the movie plots, it should be that some scoundrel robbed or stole the drug boss's goods and fled to Paris to find buyers.

If the logic of the story holds true, Alice was not far from raping and killing, and perhaps the body was even recycled to hide drugs.

The logic of the story may or may not be right. Xian Yaowen searched for information about the French drug trafficking network in his mind and found out information about the "Ambassador Network" - in the 1960s, American drug enforcement officers arrested several diplomats who were transporting drugs to the United States based on intelligence from the French police.

In an era when customs inspections were not strict, it was a smart move to allow diplomats with diplomatic immunity to transport drugs.

If this method was already in use, it is reasonable for high-purity white powder to appear in Paris.

There are so many things to think about and everything is possible. Xian Yaowen prefers story logic, which will cause the least trouble.

When it was 1:30 in the morning, Xian Yaowen was "dozing" on the sofa, and Xie Tingyun was hiding behind Alice's sofa. It was quiet, waiting for Alice to wake up.

About twenty minutes later, Alice's eyelashes trembled a few times, then she opened her eyes, looked around, saw Xian Yaowen lying on the sofa, and also saw the gun on the coffee table.

She pressed her hands on the sofa, struggled to sit up, and shook her head a few times to make herself more awake.

After a while, her eyes burned with anger, and she jumped up on the spot and pounced on Xian Yaowen, speaking French crosstalk and swearing, using capoeira with both hands, attacking Xian Yaowen's head with all her strength.

Since Alice used her fists and palms and did not show her claws that would scratch her face, nor did she take the pistol on the coffee table, Xian Yaowen avoided the vital parts and took a few hits to let Alice vent her anger.

"Damn it, knock me out!"

popping.

"You son of a bitch, you have a gun, you're so great, knock me out!"

Crackling.

"Scumbag..."

"enough."

Xian Yaowen grabbed Alice's hands, pulled them down, pulled out one hand to hold her, and pressed his mouth against hers. After Alice symbolically resisted, he indulged in a passionate kiss.

Xian Yaowen pointed in the direction of the balcony with his other hand, and Xie Tingyun bent over and tiptoed over.

The kiss was so hot that no button could resist its passion. One by one, they slipped through the slits, pulling the cotton along the arm in a desperate escape.

Alice took out a "Mariana" to explore the mystery that humans have been tirelessly searching for for thousands of years - what is the name of my father's father?
From the balcony, a sigh was heard, "Ah~ Here we go again!"

……

Years ago, Tan Duan and Tang Ying took the initiative to talk to Xian Yaowen about the Yunshang Society. They talked twice in total, and Zhang Youyi was also present during the second talk.

After the matter was settled, Yunshang Society entered the registration stage. The shareholders were China Garment, Tan Duan, Tang Ying, Zhang Youyi, Zhang Ailing, and Lin Xingliang, with shares of 52%, 12%, 17%, 12%, 5%, and 2%, respectively. There was also a spiritual shareholder, Lu Xiaoman, who would receive a dividend of RMB 150 million every month until she grew old.

The total share capital of Yunshang Society was 10 Hong Kong dollars. Zhang Ailing's share capital was paid by Xian Yaowen, and half of Lin Xingliang's share capital was paid by China Garment and the other half was invested by himself.

The company's management structure is the highest-level board of directors, with all shareholders being directors and Lin Xingliang as chairman; the second-level consists of three managers, one general manager and two deputy managers. The general manager is Tang Ying, and the deputy manager Zhang Youyi is mainly responsible for finance. The other deputy manager position is temporarily vacant and reserved for industry elites.

The third level consists of four major subjects:
The Design Department is responsible for design work. It has only one part-time designer, Zhang Ailing, and there is no plan to increase staff in the short term.

The Finance Department, whose financial work is connected with Jiujiuge, is managed by Zhang Youyi. In the future, Zhang Youyi will be assigned one or two assistants depending on the business development.

Purchasing Department: Yunshangshe is positioned as a lightweight enterprise. It does not have its own production department, and all clothing must be ordered or customized from outside.

Operations Department: The company rented a four-storey tenement building on Queen's Road Central. The fourth floor is used as an office, the third floor is used as a VIP customer reception area to receive customized customers, and the first and second floors are stores to sell ready-made clothes.

At present, Yunshangshe has not recruited anyone externally. Lin Xingliang transferred two "Sales" from the MLM company, and the company's structure has been set up.

As the saying goes, "Birds of a feather flock together." Xian Yaowen is not a good person, and the people who follow him are naturally not much better.

Since being recruited by Xian Yaowen, Lin Xingliang has been full of energy and has been smooth sailing in his career. Not only does he hold a high position, becoming the general manager of two major companies, China Garment Manufacturing and MLM Company, but his treatment is also excellent. No boss in Hong Kong has a higher actual income than him, not even the boss of Jardine Matheson.

He knew in his heart that the reason he could get such a high salary was mainly because the gentleman was willing to give away his clothes and food, he was a man who would die for his friends and he was diligent in his work, and the second reason was his ability. If he didn't have the ability, no matter how generous the gentleman was, he would not support a useless person.

He pays great attention to improving his abilities and never forgets to study no matter how busy he is at work. However, he suffered from dropping out of school too early, so he cannot correctly understand the connotation of some idioms and can only interpret them superficially through the literal meaning.

For example, he interpreted the sentence "If you want to learn well, sleep with your master" literally.

He rented an apartment in Xinning Building, nominally as a study, where he studied after work, but his study method was rather special.

He started learning French some time ago, and found a French teacher from North Point, a woman who used to work in a French trading company in the French Concession in Shanghai. She was spotted by the Chinese boss of the company and was taken as a concubine. After coming to Hong Kong, the Chinese boss was not doing well and was living beyond his means. The concubine was "freed" and joined the army of concubines who were looking for their own way to make a living.

Coincidentally, Lin Xingliang needed such a French teacher, and the two of them got together.

"Sprint! sprint! presque là! presque là!"

The French teacher's emotional shout made Lin Xingliang fall into the beautiful French world.

Sweating profusely, he had no strength left in his body and fell headfirst onto his French teacher.

The French teacher played the dead fish for a few minutes, pulled her pink arm out from under the dead pig's belly, fumbled on the bedside table, touched a watch, glanced at it, and patted the dead pig's tenderloin, "tudiant, levons-nous! C'est l'heure!"

"Students, hurry up and get up. It's time." Lin Xingliang muttered, raising his upper body. "Direct urging, commanding tone, Huiyi, how do you say this sentence in a gentler way?"

"Tudiant, il est l'heure de se lever."

Lin Xingliang read aloud and sat down at the head of the bed. He picked up his watch from the bedside table and put it on his wrist. "You will have dinner by yourself tonight. The factory has delivered more than half of a large order. The female workers have worked hard, so we need to reward them. We will have dinner and a movie today. I will be there."

"I see." The French teacher paused for a moment and then said, "Sir, the season is about to change."

Lin Xingliang turned around and said, "Go to Fuxing and find the boss, Wang Jieshi, and tell him my name. He will come to me to settle the bill at the end of the month. The same goes for the department store."

The French teacher hugged Lin Xingliang and put his face on his back. "Will you come over tonight?"

"Not necessarily. You should sleep a little longer."

After a while of being together, Lin Xingliang quickly washed and dressed to go out.

I went downstairs, got into the car, started the engine and drove towards Queen's Road Central.

Yunshang Society is holding a design seminar these days, and he is very interested in it. He went there happily yesterday and discussed women's clothing design with a group of women from well-known aristocratic families. He felt both honored and excited.

The first half of the meeting went well, with everyone expressing their opinions, inspiration colliding and all in harmony. But the atmosphere changed in the second half. Girls from aristocratic families are also women, three women make a drama, four women make eight groups, and there were all kinds of hidden ulterior motives and meaningless arguments. The meeting was so uncomfortable that he even wanted to die.

However, he is still looking forward to today's seminar.

When the meeting was about to end yesterday, one more person showed up, Tan Duan's daughter Tang Xiaoyou. She did not take the college entrance examination after graduating from Maryknoll Convent School. Tan Duan wanted her to work in Yunshang Society, not as a formal employee and without any salary.

They were all old acquaintances, so naturally they had to give face. Although Lin Xingliang was not an old acquaintance of Tan Duan, he gave the greatest face. The reason was that at first sight, he felt that Tang Xiaoyu was the only one who could be Mrs. Lin, and he would marry no one else.

He spent half the night thinking about it with his French teacher. He knew that it was not easy to pursue a lady like Tang Xiaoyu. He was sincere and patient. He believed that sincerity could move mountains and stones, and three to five years would not be too slow to win her over.

After all, he had no shortage of women. He not only had a French teacher, but also an English teacher who was promoted to a concubine. In addition, he had to entertain women on a regular basis, and he kept in touch with many singers and dancers, so he had seven or eight beds ready for him to sleep in at any time.

The car stopped downstairs of Deyun Teahouse. Lin Xingliang went up to the second floor and heard a voice called "Mr. Lin" at the door. Then he walked into the teahouse. People kept greeting him. Mr. Lin kept calling him.

This was where he had fought and it was also a turning point in his life. He liked to come here. Whenever he had time, even if it was not on his way, he would come here to have morning tea and listen to the tea drinkers calling him Mr. Lin.

"Morning, Mr. Li."

"Mr. Zhang, in the morning, just call me Liangzi. Mr. Lin doesn't deserve that title."

"..."

Nodding and being polite all the way, Lin Xingliang came to his own table, which was the same table where Xian Yaowen had first sat. As soon as he sat down, a striking waiter came to greet him.

"Mr. Lin, what do you want to eat today?"

Lin Xingliang looked at Xingmuzi, whom he had never seen before, and said kindly, "Same old, what's your name?"

"Qi Jiadong, Mr. Lin can call me Dongzi." Qi Jiadong stared at Lin Xingliang with fiery eyes. He had just come to Deyun as a clerk for a short time, but he had heard about Lin Xingliang countless times. He wanted to be the second Lin Xingliang.

Lin Xingliang laughed and said, "You still need to learn the Cantonese language well. Also, I'm from Haifeng and I speak Hokkien. Newspapers, no."

After speaking, he waved his hand.

He saw his own shadow in Qi Jiadong. If this smart boy could grow up to his level, he wouldn't mind giving him a chance.

When the newspaper arrived, he would first glance at the headlines. If they were not what he was interested in, he would skip and read the ads first. Of all the contents in the newspaper, he paid the most attention to the ads, firstly to learn how others advertised, and secondly to see if there were any new clothing brands emerging.

The gentleman said that we should be prepared for danger in times of peace. Good luck has just passed its infancy and is still young. It cannot withstand a big shock. There are not too many garment factories in Hong Kong, but not too few either. It is not difficult for each of them to keep in mind.

He always pays attention to the developments in Hong Kong's garment industry, especially those garment factories that want to build their own brands. Before becoming a formal competitor, he must know both himself and his opponent.

Suddenly, an advertisement caught his interest: "Changan Garment is transferring sewing machines at a low price due to business changes."

Hong Kong is a small place, and the garment industry has few secrets. He Zhenbei's business in South Korea failed and he owed a lot of debts. He probably planned to sell sewing machines to pay off his debts.

He was not interested in sewing machines. Although Mr. He did not explicitly tell him how Changan Garment went bankrupt, he could guess a little. At the beginning, He Zhenbei spoke harshly to Mr. He and directed his competition towards Zhonghua Garment. He Zhenbei's fate was already doomed.

The orders for Korean clothing were all in the hands of the MLM company, and the production was implemented by them. The word "Korea" never appeared on the documents, and everything was done in secret. There were no Korean orders in Hong Kong at all, so how could they be inexplicably taken away by Changan Garment?

This was the pocket formation that the master had set up for He Zhenbei. He made a lot of money on one order, but lost everything with interest in the last one.

Buying a sewing machine is aiding the enemy and cannot be used, but the skilled female workers cannot be missed.

I had some morning tea and made several work arrangements.

After eating, he went to the bathroom to pick his teeth and rinse his mouth. Xiaoyu's teeth were so white, and he should also pay attention to them. When they kiss in the future, they will both feel sweet together.

Women, other parts of your body may become more delicious as they age, but the sweetness in your mouth disappears with age and becomes increasingly smelly.

The beautiful time bought by "Marianna" has been exhausted, and the sofa has depreciated by 30 to 40 percent. Alice still holds Xian Yaowen's head and kisses him passionately. Xian Yaowen is in good health. Alice discovers the addictive sweetness and the not-unpleasant cigar aroma from his mouth.

Xian Yaowen did not catch any surprise from Alice's mouth. A high-protein and high-fat diet would easily produce volatile sulfides during the decomposition process. It would be good if it didn't smell bad, and he didn't dare to expect it to be sweet.

However, Alice's skin is really good, it's a pity to get hurt, I can only hope that this woman will cooperate obediently and not be stubborn. (End of this chapter)