In the huge conference room, Lamont's advisers and supervisors had a heated argument.

Although Hong Kong has huge foreign exchange reserves, these money are all reserves paid by the three major note-issuing banks, and it is precisely the Hong Kong dollar that has the nature of a US dollar token, and the exchange rate of the Hong Kong dollar has been very stable in the past ten years.

Once this foreign currency is used, it will be a disaster if there are not enough US dollars to pay when the Hong Kong dollar needs to be redeemed. Bank runs are minor problems, and in serious cases, they can even collapse Hong Kong's entire financial system, with incalculable consequences.

But as one consultant said, what does the collapse of Hong Kong have to do with Britain?

Lamont raised an eyebrow and took a sip of the coffee on the table.

"I agree with Mr. Hans. It would be much easier for us if Hong Kong had shared the pressure on the Asian market. ”

“......”

"Do you have any other opinions? If not, adjourn. ”

“......”

Yau Ma Tei, Hong Kong.

Police cars with flashing police lights surrounded the Yau Ma Tei fruit fence.

Hundreds of uniformed policemen, armed with riot shields and batons, confronted the workers and security guards of the stalls, glaring at each other, and showing signs of aggression at the slightest disagreement.

In the front row, a senior inspector stood in the center with a gun in his hand, smoking a cigarette, looking chic and breezy, seemingly unaware of the crowd surrounded, and across from him, a tattooed young man with dyed white hair, arrogantly squinting, his face full of madness and bloodlust.

"White hair. Why, Peng San didn't dare to come out by himself, how could he be the boss, feelings, this is to make you top the tank?"

"Officer Chen. I don't understand what you mean. Everyone in Hong Kong knows that we don't do anything illegal, and our Mr. Peng is also a well-known philanthropist and aspiring young man.

"Oops, white hair. You don't think that you are a successful person when you wear a suit, do you? I received the news that you Yunji used the cover of selling fruits to smuggle and sell drugs, and now you are blocking my way, which is to hinder me from performing my official duties, and I have the right to arrest you. ”

Smuggle!

Drug trafficking!

The two trumped-up charges made Bai Mao suddenly have the urge to cut people.

As the second person in Yun Ji under Peng San, he knows very well that there is no smuggling and drug trafficking in Yun Ji at all, and even ecstasy, whoever dares to sell it in Yun Ji's territory will be served by the family law.

In the past two years alone, because of drug trafficking and forcing good people to become prostitutes, at least 16 elders have been executed by family law, and who dares to even want their lives for that money.

But now, the police actually came to the door in a grand manner, and wanted to search Yunji on the grounds of smuggling and drug trafficking.

This is a false accusation and a blame.

If it is really drug trafficking, then the investigation will also go to the entertainment hall of Yun Ji Guan to investigate, and he will come here if he has a brain disease.

With such a big fanfare, hundreds of policemen were mobilized to come to the fruit stall, and it was clear that they were looking for trouble, and if they really went in and searched, absolutely anything could be searched.

Looking at Chen Jiaying's unscrupulous appearance, the white-haired eyes shrank fiercely.

If you kill this guy now, won't it save a lot of trouble?

"Bai Mao, let's open the door for business, what are you standing in the way? Mr. Chen wants to talk to me about business, so let him in." ”

Peng San's voice suddenly came from the second floor, and Chen Jiaying glanced at Bai Mao sarcastically, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

If Bai Mao dared to do it just now, it would have saved a lot of effort, but it's a pity! This Peng San was able to make eighteen large and small clubs into a monolith in two years, and there were really two hits.

Wooden thresholds, wooden floors, wooden doors and windows, wooden stairs.

Stepping on the stairs made of pear wood, Chen Jiaying carried his hands behind his back and stepped into the second floor of Yunji step by step.

The hall on the second floor, which is more than 200 square meters, I don't know when it was changed to the appearance of a tea restaurant, Peng Sanyi sat on the Huanghuali chair on the side of the living room in his practice clothes, fiddling with the purple clay pot in his hand. His face was calm, his eyes were calm, and there was no anxiety or anger in his demeanor, as if he didn't know that the downstairs had been surrounded by the Royal Hong Kong Police, and as if he hadn't heard the noise downstairs before.

This made Chen Jiaying very unhappy.

Since ancient times, the poor do not fight with the rich, the rich do not fight with the officials, no matter how many titles Peng San has on his head, he is just a gangster, he is a dignified senior superintendent of the Operations Department came in person, Peng San actually didn't even look at him.

However, Chen Jiaying is a senior superintendent in the end, and he still has the bearing he should have, after all, he is in need of someone this time.

Walking in front of Peng San step by step, Chen Jiaying took a breath quietly, and showed a polite smile towards Peng San.

"Mr. Peng. It's so elegant, as soon as you enter the door, you will taste the fragrance of your tea. ”

Peng San raised his head lightly, a smile on his face just right, and a mouthful of white teeth gleamed under his slightly dark complexion.

"Chen sir. You came to me Peng San with such fanfare, you definitely didn't want to come for tea. ”

For no reason, Chen Jiaying's heart jumped wildly, and Peng San, who was grinning, had dark eyes that were like the pupils of a beast.

In an instant, Chen Jiaying felt that his thoughts were a little ridiculous, this was the territory of Britain after all, how arrogant he was back then, half of the inspectors of the police station had to ask him to call Brother Hao, but it was not only a way to prison.

If Peng San doesn't know how to lift, then send him to prison to enjoy his happiness.

Thinking that he was a royal police officer and that he had the backing of the British, Chen Jiaying suddenly became bold and laughed loudly.

"Mr. Peng is quick to talk, so Chen won't go around in circles. Yunji 18 stalls operate many industries, but recently the tax bureau has complained that you have not paid taxes for a year, I don't want to push it, where the responsibility is, I have to come up and ask. ”

Tax!

Peng San laughed dumbly, before Chen Jiaying came up, he was guessing what this guy wanted to do with hundreds of people with great fanfare, but he really didn't expect that it was actually for taxes.

Tax, what a tax!

Peng San smiled slightly, lifted the purple clay pot and refilled a cup of tea for himself, and tasted it slowly.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Three minutes.

Five minutes passed, Chen Jiaying's face turned cold, he didn't believe that Peng San didn't understand what he meant, but Peng San actually treated him as air.

Is it tolerable or intolerable?

"Mr. Peng, paying taxes is the obligation of every Hong Kong resident and company, and if you continue to default, I have the right to arrest you according to Hong Kong law. ”

"Sir Chen, you didn't leave, I'm really embarrassed. I'll be there when you're gone. ”

"You ......"

Being treated as air, Chen Jiaying's face suddenly turned blue and wanted to scold her mother.

However, Peng San didn't give him this opportunity, raised his head and shouted not far away.

"Amei, come here. Sir Chen came to collect taxes instead of the tax department, but didn't I remember you saying that we have reported every tax?"

Ah Mei had no idea what this so-called tax was, and there was a look of panic and nervousness on her face.

"Mr. Peng. I really reported, this is our tax bill, this month, Yun Ji Guo paid 800,000 Hong Kong dollars in taxes, Yun Ji Entertainment Corporation, paid 1.2 million Hong Kong dollars in taxes......"

"Yunji Security Company, paid 300,000 Hong Kong dollars in taxes......"

"Here's the bill!"