Not a Blade of Grass Left Alive, One Hand Blots Out the Sky
Are you India named Xia Harry?
Xia Harry nodded irritably, assuming the other party was a dock patrol officer trying to take advantage of the chaos, and said, "It's me. I don't have time to talk to you right now. I've run into some business problems. We'll talk after I'm done."
"I am Zhao Wenye, a police officer from the Royal Hong Kong Marine Police Anti-Smuggling Squad. This is He Tian'en, a police officer from the Royal Hong Kong Marine Police Fortress Hill Headquarters." Zhao Wenye, dressed in a crisp Marine Police uniform with his cap neatly trimmed, stood before Xia Harry, flashed his police ID, and said in a cold voice, "Xia Harry Marine Police, during the arrest of a smuggling suspect, the suspect confessed that you had engaged in illegal transactions with him, involving a substantial amount. We now suspect you of involvement in smuggling and illegal profits, and would like to request your Marine Police Headquarters for investigation."
Just as Xia Harry was recovering from the shock of his goods being seized by Customs, Zhao Wenye's words struck him like a hammer blow!
With three groups of people causing him trouble at the same time, it's impossible for him to believe it's a coincidence!
"Should I help you put on the hood?" Zhao Wenye asked Xia Harry, who had a blank expression.
On a distant pier, Song Tianyao let Fu Xinniang and the twins prepare his fishing gear. He sat there fishing alongside Lei Yingdong. Huang Liu looked in Xia Harry's direction and said to Song Tianyao, who was sitting with his back to the pier and facing the vast sea, "Boss, the India guy has been taken away by the police."
"Seizing his goods, clearing his accounts, and arresting his men within half an hour—you acted too quickly and ruthlessly! You've clearly driven them to a dead end. But the India guy have done things for the Japan before, so being even more ruthless isn't excessive," Lei Yingdong said, baiting his fishing hook.
Looking at the fishing float bobbing on the sea, Song Tianyao said nonchalantly, "Hey, you're a top student from Queen's College Academy, you received a Britain scholarship, say a few nice words to praise my methods for dealing with the India? You easily made nearly 500,000 Hong Kong dollars from that batch of hair, it's not too much to ask for a compliment, is it?"
"Cheng Yaojin's three axe blows, so imposing? Or are you saying you're possessed by Zhuge Kongming, with flawless strategies?" Lei Yingdong grinned at Song Tianyao's words. "Queen's College speaks English, do you expect me to praise you in English?"
"Forget it, maybe you cheated on your grades anyway. I'll just praise myself." Song Tianyao leaned back in his fishing chair and said slowly, "I am Feng Huzi, forging swords to slay whales, clad in three golden armors, breaking through the Xiongnu chieftain in one fell swoop."
"It sounds like it rhymes, but even though I haven't studied poetry, I know the sentences don't flow very smoothly." Lei Yingdong was taken aback, not expecting this guy to blurt out two lines that sounded like poetry but weren't, "You came up with this yourself?"
"It's a combination of two Tang poems I learned before. I felt it had a good momentum, so I borrowed it. However, comparing the India guy seems to be giving them too much credit," Song Tianyao said frankly, rubbing his nose.
Although the sea was calm and the sky was clear in the distance, all the fishing boats, large and small, were slowly returning towards the dock. Lei Yingdong, with a cigarette in his mouth, looked at a gray line on the horizon and said:
"A storm is coming."
He wasn't sure if he was referring to the storm that was about to break out at sea, or the storm that would soon be brewing in Hong Kong's wig manufacturing industry after he saw Song Tianyao's meticulous planning and ruthless actions, which had cut off all the India' means of survival.
Song Tianyao's initial move against the India guy, who was merely an appetizer, was so ruthless that Lei Yingdong could not have imagined the enormous waves that would subsequently rise in the wig manufacturing industry.
Within three moves, the India had been completely wiped out.
Chapter 292 Not a blade of grass grows, one hand covers the sky
For the first time, Tang Boqi realized how important it was that his parents had given him a handsome face.
As he was personally brewing coffee in the company lobby, chatting casually with his employees to show his approachability, a female employee from a trading company downstairs came to his office to borrow paper and pen. She recounted what she had seen while inspecting goods at the dock warehouse, mentioning in passing that an India who was helping a wig factory transport hair had been arrested by the police. This made Tang Boqi's heart skip a beat. He immediately invited the female employee who had been to the dock into his office, and, flattered, she truthfully recounted everything she had seen at the dock.
The female employee did not see the Customs and Medical and Health Department visiting Xia Harry in turn. When she went to the dock warehouse, she only saw Xia Harry being taken away by the Marine Police on suspicion of smuggling. However, in order to spend more time with this number one handsome man in the Bivero Building, the female employee talked about this matter in an extremely trivial way, but did not notice that as she talked more and more nonsense, Tang Boqi's face became more and more unpleasant.
After seeing the female employee off, Tang Boqi felt his hands trembling slightly, unsure whether it was from emotional excitement or fear. Was the India suspected of smuggling?
Hong Kong is a free port with very low tax rates. As long as it's not weapons or drugs, most goods entering Hong Kong face virtually no restrictions. What could India be smuggling for? Only goods from Mainland China flowing into Hong Kong, or Hong Kong products being shipped to the mainland, would be considered smuggled contraband. India already make a fortune selling hair; would they be crazy enough to get involved in that kind of business?
Hair. Tang Boqi sat behind his desk, his face dark, and pondered for a few minutes before concluding that the problem was with his hair.
When India are making money in the hair business, it's highly unlikely they would risk being arrested by Hong Kong Customs and Marine Police to help smuggle prohibited goods to mainland China. The only possibility is that the hair source is problematic, with India using hair from Mainland China to impersonate India goods and supply all wig factories in Hong Kong!
Upon realizing this possibility, Tang Boqi broke out in a cold sweat that instantly poured down his forehead!
"A-Lian!" Tang Boqi called out his secretary's name towards the door.
The female secretary pushed open the door and saw her young boss, who had been chatting and laughing outside just moments before, now with a gloomy expression and a dark cloud hanging over him. "Boss? What is it?"
"First thing! Notify all wig factories supplying Jimei Company to suspend production! Check the raw materials in their respective warehouses and find out their source!" Tang Boqi stood up from behind his desk with his fists clenched, his face showing a hint of ferocity.