"No. 1 pick." Wu Zhaonan stood in the villa room, looking out the window, and asked in a deep voice, "How is the factory business lately?"

"Brother Jiaqian, don't worry, the factory is very popular." The champion stood in front of the sink in the bathroom, glanced at the mirror, took a big brother, turned off the faucet, shook his hand, pulled out a piece of toilet paper and said: "Thank you very much.

With the financial path provided by Brother Jiaqian, if there is any business that the Number Gang does not want to do in the future, you can leave it all to me."

"You should stop selling too much recently. The anti-drug team is targeting us." Wu Zhaonan's figure was hidden behind the curtains, looking at a bush in the distance with bright eyes.

"I know, I will keep a low profile." The champion wiped his hands with a tissue, wiped it on his face, looked at his cheeks in the mirror, and said casually, of course, it is necessary to be more vigilant, but it is impossible to give up completely.

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The dogs in the anti-drug team bite people every day. If you are afraid of dogs, what kind of business do you do out there? "Well, the people below should watch carefully and be careful of needles." After Wu Zhaonan finished speaking, he hung up the phone, raised his hand to tighten the curtains, turned around and lay down.

Go back to the big bed.

The champion put down the phone, stood beside the counter, took out a small makeup box, gently took out the foundation, and touched up the makeup on his face.

Outside the bathroom, the bar's loud music roared.

A customer in a suit walked out of the bathroom and stood next to the champion to wash his hands. While washing his hands, he glanced sideways at the champion and turned to leave.

The No. 1 scholar clicked the lid of the makeup box, turned his head with a gloomy look, and said to a horse boy behind him: "The man just now has a problem, let him take him to the back alley and ask him."

The person who sells ice and powder always feels that someone is trying to harm him, and he is so nervous that he is neurotic. The number one scholar did not have such a personality in the past, but since he opened the ice factory, he has become more and more suspicious.

Outside the villa, in a forest.

Wen Qiren sat in the car, put down his headphones, and said slowly: "Change the target! Shenghe Qixing, the top pick!"

"Yes, sir." Several police officers responded solemnly.

He didn't expect the call from the boss to be so useful. As soon as he answered the call, he broke the news. Could it be that the boss had played a dirty trick on Wu Zhaonan in advance?

The number one pick is one of the Seven Stars of Shenghe. He is the boss in charge of nightclubs, bars and other businesses in Tsim Sha Tsui. Originally, the most profitable business was smuggling/selling counterfeit liquor. Not to mention Tsim Sha Tsui, almost half of the drinks in nightclubs in Hong Kong are in

The No. 1 pick’s subordinates purchase goods.

This kind of fake wine is divided into two types, one is imported smuggled wine/foreign wine, which is shipped into the port container by container, then labeled as a big name and sent to nightclubs for sale, and the other is self-produced low-quality alcohol, New Territories

Several factories were operating throughout the day.

However, since the nightclub sales pay taxes to the Hong Kong government, and can solve the employment problem, the Commercial Crime Bureau is currently turning a blind eye to the top pick, and it can even be described as having a good relationship.

Now that the No. 1 pick has opened up the ice-making business, it seems he plans to monopolize the two most profitable businesses of Xiangjiang nightclub in the "ice wine" business.

The ambition of the number one scholar is not small.

Wen Qiren left a monitoring team behind and continued to follow up on Wu Zhaonan's line. Then, he led the team members to follow Shenghe Zhuangyuan.

Wen Qiren led his team members to squat beside the champion every day for seven consecutive days, gradually finding some clues and locking in several possible factory locations.

The number one pick is indeed very careful when doing things, but he promises to be low-key, but he just splits the goods into a few more, and the shipment volume and the number of shipments are not reduced at all.

There has never been an airtight wall in the world. Once a corner is torn open, the exposed area will become larger and larger.

After Wen Qiren got hold of the factory information, he temporarily suppressed it and did not submit it to the anti-drug team. That night, while taking advantage of his meal time, he called Zhang Guobin: "Boss, I've had enough to eat recently."

He stood alone in a roadside dining cart, eating a portion of cart noodles, holding his brother in his hand and saying.

"If you can eat, eat as long as you can. If you don't, go home and drink delicious soup." When Zhang Guobin received the call, he knew there were clues to the case.

Wen Qiren is indeed very capable in his work. With just one phone number, he can find a lot of information in a short period of time.

"The Number One Scholar has been quite active recently and has a lot of business. Do you want me to contact you?" Wen Qiren lowered his head and raised his face, scanning the figures on the roadside with his eyes, and figures walked by one after another.

"Okay, let's hang out with the top pick, and we can get some soup..." Zhang Guobin sat in the office, flicking the ashes of his cigarette, which fell into the glass post.

"I understand, boss, I will come back to chat with you when I have time." Wen Qiren hung up the phone with a click, finished a bowl of noodles in a few big mouthfuls, raised his hand to type out a plate of banknotes, and handed it to the owner of the dining car:

"Thank you for showing me."

He picked up a large bag of noodles packed next to the dining car, looked at at least seven or eight portions carefully, turned around and found a car along the street, opened the door and got in, handing the noodles over to the guys for dinner.

"Thank you Wen Si r, thank you Wen Si r." The waiters in the car were all a little hungry, so they took apart their chopsticks, picked up the noodles, and worked hard.

Wen Qiren took out his phone and dialed the number of the anti-drug team: "Sir Zhuo, this is Wen Qiren."

"Mirror Wen, do you have any news?" Zhuo Zhi was in contact with an informant in a housing estate in the New Territories. Wen Qiren said seriously: "We have locked the target, there are several factory locations, and we want your anti-drug team to come on board.

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"Huh?" Zhuo Zhizhen's eyes lit up, he put his suit in one hand and said with joy: "You tell me, I will send someone to take charge immediately!"

The Intelligence Section needs to be faster!

"In a fake winery in Tuen Mun, New Territories." Wen Kai-yan was sitting in the passenger seat, holding a cigarette, his arms hanging out of the window, and said loudly: "The target person is Sheng Wo Number One Scholar."

DreamWorks.

office.

Zhang Guobin put down the phone and pondered: "What is the answer to Shenghe Qixing?"

If Wu Zhaonan, the leader of the number gang, wants to make ice, he will most likely leave it to people from the number gang. Of course, it is not impossible to leave it to outsiders. As long as the income is divided into the club's accounts, who does the underworld business cooperate with and how to do it?

, none of it matters.

It is a common operation for some gangs to hand over business that a gang cannot handle to other gangs.

It is impossible for the Number Gang not to take over the ice factory, so the reasons why Wu Zhaonan handed over to Sheng He as the No. 1 pick were, first, maybe because Sheng He and the No. 1 pick gave him a higher share, and second, no one from the Number Gang wanted to take over the ice-making business.

"Although making ice is really profitable, the number gang has a lot of money. With real red stick soles, few people will take the risk to touch the ice unless they are like a scumbag."

Ice fans in the arena are basically the same group of people. Others in the arena will not touch them if they can, and may even be as afraid of them as tigers.

"If the bosses of the Number Gang saw the lessons learned from the past and were afraid to accept the ice factory, it would be normal for Wu Zhaonan to find an outsider to form a joint venture."

"He sits at the head of the restaurant, so there is no need to hide the club's accounts. He himself gets the biggest share."

"How exactly is the matter? You will know by reading the news from the anti-drug team."

Zhang Guobin lowered his head to look at the shooting report of Plan A, tapped his fingers on the table, and shook his head regretfully: "Brother Wu!"

"Don't let me down."

"I really don't want to lose another friend."

The filming progress of Plan A was faster than expected. Among them, the "Raptors Stunt Team" worked hard and contributed a lot. In order to ensure the quality of the filming, Luo Lixian personally appeared on the scene many times. In one scene, two ribs were broken.

Around November, "Plan A" will finish filming. It will take some time for editing and promotion, and the New Year's masterpiece will be finalized.

An interesting thing happened during the filming process. Mr. "Cheng Long", who claims to have never used a stunt double, broke his bone while filming the classic scene "jumping off a building". The insurance company was so scared that he raised the contract fee overnight. "Cheng Long" had no choice but to

I chose to use a stunt double, but Luo Lixian's stunt team, flying cars, and explosions were OK, but the martial arts action was weak.

After injuring two team members, he had no choice but to report back to Mr. Zhang. Zhang Guobin sent his "Big Tou Kun" to help jump. "Da Tou Kun" led more than 20 horse boys to the scene and jumped off the building three times.

A perfect classic shot.

However, "Cheng Long" only used half of this shot. In the end, he used the injury scene from the jump as the landing scene, switching between the far and near lenses to present it as a complete action.

There are many people in the martial arts who are good at martial arts, but not many dare to fight. Even Cheng Long and Hong Jingbao are people in the martial arts world, but they dare to die!

Two weeks later.

night.

New Territories, fake wine factory.

More than a dozen police cars turned off their sirens and lights, and arrived at the factory gate in black.

"quick!"

"quick!"

"quick!"

Teams of police officers from the anti-drug team, armed with live ammunition, wearing body armor, helmets, and holding hounds, moved quickly, got out of the car quickly, assembled in well-trained groups, concentrated, and surrounded the entire winery with weapons in hand.

"Team A arrives at attack position!"

"Group B reaches the attacking position!"

"Group C, Group D have arrived..." One by one, police officers and inspectors held their breath and reported in a low voice into their headsets.

Zhuo Zhizhen, Guan Zhilian and others had already changed out of their suits, hung up their equipment, and were squatting at the entrance of the fake winery with a group of people half leaning against the wall.

During the ten days of tracking and investigation, the Market Information Section completely locked down the factory address. The anti-drug team then sent an informant to find someone to pretend to be a major customer from the mainland and request to visit the factory and conduct on-site transactions.

After a near-miss operation, Shenghe Zhuangyuan finally agreed to bring the "big customers" to visit the factory, and both the people and the stolen goods were seized. The anti-drug team is about to close the net.

"Click, click" Wen Qiren led the guys from the Intelligence Section to sit in the car, pulled up the gun, and turned off the safety. Tonight, the Intelligence Section was responsible for guarding the three exits of the factory to prevent criminals from escaping during the chaos.

"Action!" Zhuo Zhizhen gave the order, and the order echoed in the channel. All team members and team leaders received the order.

"Crack!" Two police officers immediately came forward with pressure pliers and sharply cut the thick round iron chain lock of the factory. The iron chain lock "clanged" and fell to the ground.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Each team broke the doors and windows, threw in gas, and quickly rushed into the factory. Outside the factory was a normal canned drink machine, with some scattered gunmen patrolling. When the police entered, poof, poof

, the silenced pistol immediately killed several people, but some gunmen still pulled out their weapons and resisted: "Bang! Bang!"
Chapter completed!