Over the course of several hundred years, each of the old capitalist countries has had a developed financial system. Even if its citizens are not engaged in manufacturing, they can become a valuable rentier class by relying on the financial industry alone.

Individuals always want to live a more relaxed life, and consortia also like to make more profits. Therefore, where the financial industry is developed, it is natural to crowd out the bitter and tiring manufacturing industry.

Let's come back to HSBC, a British bank founded in 1864 in HK. The history of its rise is the history of the suffering of the flower grower. Every time we get unlucky, it makes a big profit.

HSBC's nimble and strong capital have given it huge gold reserves. The industry claims that it has the world's third-largest gold reserve warehouse, after the Bank of England and ****.

The outside world does not know how many there are.

HSBC feeds a large number of domestic compradors, and its forces are intertwined and extremely difficult to deal with. If you name a few, 404 is coming.

Before 93 years, HSBC's headquarters were in HK Central, a 46-storey, 4-storey, 180-metre-tall megastructure and the world's first building to cost more than $1 billion.

After '93, HSBC moved its headquarters to the UK, along with its treasury.

But now it's 92......

However, the headquarters is in Central, which does not mean that the vault is in Central. HSBC's vault is currently located on Lam Hing Street, Kowloon Bay, and is a five-storey building.

It has no signs on the outside, and it doesn't have too many doors and windows, and is almost completely closed. It's in the middle of the city, but there's nothing special about it. Its appearance is square and ordinary, but the four corners of the wall are full of surveillance, and there are a lot of security guards.

It is said that the vault was built with a large number of steel plates, which is equivalent to a steel chest. Outsiders only know that it has two entry and exit checkpoints, and only authorized designated license plates can enter, and the security measures are very tight.

As for its interior, not much is known to outsiders.

But......

"It doesn't matter. All beings are equal in front of tank guns, especially equality. I don't believe that when this broken vault was built, it also considered to protect against 'tail stabilized shelling and armor-piercing shells'. ”

When Zhou Qingfeng heard that someone was so bold that he dared to freeze his account funds, he was really angry and angry-if he said that he would freeze, I didn't want to lose face?

People in the rivers and lakes rely on this face. 'Holy Light' has done such a big business, and the face that has been accumulated with great difficulty cannot be easily erased.

Zhou Qingfeng has been in Da Mao Ermao's house for more than half a year, and he should also go back to China to supervise the work of the group. He left He Yulan and the others behind, and returned with the strange maid - a direct flight from Moscow to HK.

The day before landing in HK, "Harmony Weekly" learned that his boss was coming, and specially released a special issue - His Excellency Zhou Qingfeng, the "God of Management", returned to his loyal HK.

As soon as the news came out, everyone's hearts tightened.

The news that the 'Holy Light' has been sanctioned and the account has been blocked has quietly spread. There are countless people who clapped their hands behind their backs and laughed secretly. Thousands of people were just waiting to see Uncle Zhou's jokes.

Why are you standing when everyone is kneeling? This time, it's the noble foreigner who will do it himself, so you can't help it, right?

Countless people widened their eyes and kept an eye on the news. Media reporters are even more circulating, trying to get some news about the sidelines. On weekdays, HK citizens like to pay attention to salty and wet gossip, but now they are secretly talking about 'holy light'.

Even the employees of the 'Holy Light' HK branch became nervous, even more nervous than learning that the company's account had been blocked. Many people have experienced the slaughter of Tangkou and vaguely know some of the inside story.

No one can tell what happened to their boss?

When Chow arrived at the branch building in Causeway Bay, he was immediately approached by a messenger to cooperate with the investigation, saying that someone had accused him of being involved in multiple murders.

It's just that the sirs didn't even see President Zhou's face. Erin came out to receive her, with a simple smile and charm, just one word: "Get out!" ”

The sirs went back dizzy. I went back and was scolded by the commander again, and when I came back, I was dizzy and dizzy. This time the company commander fainted together.

Some reporters dared to come to the interview, but they were all rejected. Many people set up long guns and short cannons outside the branch building in Causeway Bay, staring at them as if they were surveillance.

There was no movement for hours on the surveillance, whether it was the media or the citizens, everyone found it boring - they thought there would be a dragon and tiger fight, but now it seems to be dull and boring.

It turns out that President Zhou also has a time to admit it!

Or foreigners are stronger, sanction when you say sanctions, and block accounts when you say you close accounts, you can't do anything about it.

So, don't fight with foreigners, you can't fight. That's fate!

In Victoria Park near Causeway Bay, the 'paparazzi' with cameras on their backs are chatting on the side of the road. Across the road is the 'Holy Light' branch building, which is the entrance of the original gang hall.

The 'paparazzi' occasionally jumped to visit, and when they found that there was no movement, they sighed again and again. They have long been accustomed to living in a city ruled by foreigners, and accustomed to foreigners with high noses and deep eyes dominating their own thoughts.

Small talk mixed with slang and complaints, the time is moving towards the evening. Suddenly, a 'paparazzi' mobile phone rang, and he connected it and put it to his ear and shouted 'Hey'.

There was a hurried and noisy voice on the phone, and someone was shouting wildly. At first glance, it is not very clear, but it can be repeated several times, and it is clearly a heart-rending shout - come on, a tank has appeared on the street of Kowloon Bay!

it!

The shouting on the phone was so loud and deafening that it was deafening.

But the 'paparazzi' who answered the phone was completely stupid, and asked a few words, "Decrepit, what did you say?" Do you say it again? You must have taken the wrong medicine, did you? How can there be tanks in Kowloon Bay? ”

The 'paparazzi' on the side of the street were all stunned, and no one took it seriously. But soon their respective mobile phones rang. Countless revelations, arraignments, and calls, all shouting the same thing.

A tank appeared on the street in Kowloon Bay!

Really?!

Tank doesn't know how to come out? But as soon as it entered the street, it went on a rampage, its thick barrel, heavy body, and roaring engine, scaring all the pedestrians and vehicles on the street.

Longevity!

It's been a change!

Is there a call from the north?

People are screaming, they are running, they are fleeing in all directions. To make way for the steel monster, sedan trucks would rather crash into roadside buildings.

The windows are broken and the goods are scattered. The fire hydrant broke, and the water column soared into the sky. Phone booths and traffic lights have been knocked down, and the streets are chaotic. But the tank kept rumbling forward, unstoppable.

The uniformed Sir patrolling the roadside widened his eyes, and he looked like he was alive under the tremor of the ground. They looked at the toy-like little revolver in their hands, and then looked at the super deterrent 'thick and long' on the opposite side......

There's no comparison at all.

Some citizens' cars turned into compressed 'cans' on the tank tracks, and the crying father and mother stopped Ah Sir to administer justice. But Sir also trembled, shaking his head and refusing.

"This can't be done, this can't be done!"