Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

In the middle of the night, the lobby area, the Fatima parish...the police stations in several lobby areas received calls to the police one after another, and a body was found on the spot in a certain area.

"Boss, the one who died was a black market perennial trafficker, the main fugitive who sells human beings. The murderer should be a professional killer. The method was very clean. There was no evidence left at the scene, but a briefcase was left behind."

"Boss, what happened was in the entertainment club of the black market. The person who died was a pimp of this generation. There were still a few imprisoned minors in the house, and there were briefcases left at the scene."

"Boss..."

For three or four nights in a row, police sirens rang through the streets, and the headlines of the news were replaced by even more exciting news before the hype was over. Killed, the murderer could not be found.

The leaders of several police stations were one head and two big at the time, but what was bothering them was not finding out the perpetrators, but...

"Accidents have occurred in the black market one after another. This must be intentional targeting. The superiors have already said that they should not touch the black market. What should we do now?" The leaders who had stayed up all night looked haggard and frowning, looking at the file bag in front of them. Just like a hot potato, "There has been a call over there, and it is clear that this matter must be suppressed, but this thing..."

Who is represented over there, everyone knows it well.

"It's not a problem to press down, but the problem is that things may not be that simple." The chief of the police station in the lobby area represented by the economic center pondered and picked up the document envelope on the desktop, which was left by the murderer in each case. It is full of crimes committed by the deceased in the underground market during his lifetime. "If the other party has the ability to get these things, they will definitely not let it go."

These materials are warning signals sent to them by the other party.

"What the hell is this guy trying to do, forcing us to investigate the underground market, is he trying to be the savior? I'm really full." The directors, who had never been so badly dealt with, were furious for a while, and they didn't care about the high-level meeting. At the scene, he cursed loudly.

The gambling city has three teachings and nine streams, and there are filth and evil people in the first place. Not to mention that there are people controlling it, if the black market is really opened up, it will definitely be a sore that can corrode the entire city.

"Savior..." The director in the lobby area murmured, with deep worry flashing across his frowning brows, "Is it possible that you really want to be the God of Savior?"

...

What finally appeared on the case of Fan's study was a document called the "Savior File".

"You guys are managing the business below. Have you heard about this person?" Fan Hong sat on the sofa chair behind the desk, tapping the bold words on the cover with a pipe.

Fan Jingyu and Zhan Chen stood at the desk and saw the cover almost at the same time.

"Dad, this person is making a lot of noise in the city right now, and the code name was all given up by the media. It's an exaggeration to say something about justice." Fearing that the opportunity would be snatched away, Fan Jingyu spoke first, picked up good words, patted his chest and said: "Dad, it's just a little flea, let me deal with it. The casino has been through ups and downs for so many years, so it's so easy to stir up a storm."

A big tree attracts the wind, but a big tree also has deep roots.

The Fan family has been based in Macau for 20 years and has seen all kinds of storms, and Fan Jingyu is not unreasonable.

However, Fan Hong looked at the name on the document and always felt that something was wrong, he glanced at another silent figure from the corner of his eye, and said solemnly: "Zhan Chen, you have been in the underground market for a while, have you heard any rumors? "

Fan Jingyu curled his lips secretly from the side, thinking that what if this person is in charge of the underground, the operation of the head market is suspended, and the allocation of funds to the casino still depends on his face, a typical fake big empty.

But Zhan Chen, who seemed to be doing nothing, stood up this time and replied without hesitation: "Yes, the person who made trouble at the auction last time called himself the 'savior'."

"It's him." In a flash, Fan Hong finally remembered the omission. From the billions of dollars to the killing of the second-in-command at the auction, after this incident, the other party has been disappearing. Almost everyone, including Fan Hong, believed that the other party had a grudge against the old man and deliberately disrupted the situation.

Now it seems that things are not simple.

"Have all the funds been allocated?" He suddenly remembered something, and his face changed slightly.

"It's all put in the casino...Dad, do you suspect that there is something wrong with the money?" Zhan Chen nodded, with a dignified expression, as if he had just realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Impossible, every note has been counted by the banknote detector." Fan Jingyu immediately retorted, a little anxiously said: "Dad, it is not easy to swallow such a large sum of money. If it is withdrawn, it will cause chaos."

The key point is that he has embezzled hundreds of millions. If he really wants to transfer the money back, the old man will really break his legs.

"The money is not the key now." Fan Hong gently closed his eyes, sighed heavily, and asked a more serious question, "The Gambling King Contest is at a critical juncture, and the problem of the black market has caused a chain reaction. If If this matter is not handled properly, it will seriously affect the opening of the semi-finals and the enthusiasm for betting in the VIP room."

The competition is an important profit-making project in the casino, and there is no room for any mistakes.

"Then this matter..."

"This matter, Dad, let me handle it. I have a lot of friends outside, so it's convenient for me to inquire about the news." Fan Jingyu rushed to talk again, looking at Zhan Chen's closed mouth in an instant from the corner of his eyes, feeling very happy in his heart.

"This matter..." Fan Hong's eyes wandered between the two of them for a while, and finally made a decision, "It's better to leave it to Zhan Chen. people's hearts stabilized."

Snapped.

Fan Jingyu seemed to have been slapped severely, his pupils dilated, and he clenched his fists for a long time before resisting the urge to argue, and lowered his head, "I see, Dad."

What's so good about this cheap son who hasn't been home for more than 20 years? Why does the old man value him so much?

Filled with resentment that he couldn't vent, he made a phone call after he left the house, and said through gritted teeth, "Find a way for me to let those stupid pigs in the VIP room strip their skins. The bigger the deal, the better."

"Okay, I'll do it right away." On the other end of the phone, the woman's ice-like voice was full of indifference, but her clear voice was not hard to remind people of her beautiful face.

Fan Jingyu's bad mood was suddenly distracted by the beautiful imagination, "Are you free tonight, how about together..."

"Sorry, I have another job." The woman gave him a negative answer before he finished speaking, and then hung up the phone cleanly.

"Damn..." Fan Jingyu kicked the wall depressedly, then turned and left.

On the other side, Zhan Chen, who came out of the study, went around the mansion and went to the greenhouse.