With my coffee in front of me, I casually picked up a copy of this morning's paper. I'm sitting in the room right now, feeling a little lazy. Yan Di has already opened the window for me with a smile, and the morning air outside blows in, which refreshes me.
In the newspapers, as I deliberately arranged, many media outlets published the news that a group of Japanese were arrested by the police in that hotel yesterday for drug trafficking. Because the gang riots in Vancouver just passed some time ago, the media is still happy to report on such black things.
What's more, I also released the news on purpose.
A photo of Toya Mitsuo holding a bandage on his head, with a dazed and gray expression, and a line of big characters underneath: The Vietnamese are gone! Japanese again
This title, I have to say, is completely out of my malicious intentions! !
The news I gave to the media, after the content of this article, skillfully expressed a meaning: Vietnamese used to be the biggest drug dealers in Vancouver! After the Vietnamese were eradicated, the Japanese brought drugs to harm the people of Vancouver! !
These Japanese are assholes as much as the Vietnamese!
Although I didn't say these words explicitly, this is what was implicitly revealed in the language.
I finished reading this article with a smile, and then made a phone call to Barrister Baoya Zhou: "This month, add 30% to the money given to our dear journalist friends. I am very satisfied with their work."
I am smarter than Ba Ye, because I deeply understand the importance of media! In this place, the media is equal to your word-of-mouth shaper! For example, if you donate one million to a charity, if the media does not report a word, it is useless!
I donated 100,000 to charity, but the media gave me a lot of hype... As a result, I obviously donated less than you, but in the eyes of the public, I am a philanthropist a hundred times better than you!
Of course, it is also very difficult to buy Western media. It took me a lot of effort to get Bao Yazhou to help me deal with a few reporters.
Then came Doug's phone call, though.
Doug's tone on the phone was very relaxed and flat, but he also faintly expressed some dissatisfaction with me.
After a night of interrogation yesterday, Doug was not a fool after all, and he also sensed something was wrong. Those Japanese don't know anything about drugs... At the beginning, the police naturally believed that they were denying—this is normal, all criminals who are arrested deny their crimes in every possible way. There is a problem if you confess your guilt quickly and frankly!
However, after asking, with Doug's cleverness, he noticed a little problem.
To my ally, I don't intend to hide from him: "Indeed, these Japanese have some grievances with me. My dear Doug, do you think there is a problem with my approach? I at least used legal means to hand them over to you ... Otherwise, what do you want me to do? I deal with them myself? Oh, that's very simple, I send people to shoot them to death in the street? My God, then today's newspapers will not praise the efficiency of the police, but They will rush to the gate of the police station to demonstrate!"
Doug certainly didn't want me to make any more trouble. During his tenure, he hopes that the law and order in Vancouver will be as peaceful as possible!
Moreover, the reporters I bought all praised the speed and effectiveness of the police's actions in their reports, and they all highly praised the police. This also means that I have given Doug a big face in disguise.
"Regardless of whether these Japanese are dealing drugs or not, in short, the evidence is conclusive." I smiled and said, "As for what to do, it's up to you. They are not Canadian citizens. You see, what I did was very measured. They The drugs that were seized are not too much, but not too much. There are no major crimes, but more than minor crimes. You police don’t have to worry about it at all. When the time comes, just deport them from the country. Why do you care so much... "
"Okay, but remember, you owe me a favor." Doug hung up the phone.
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During the day, I went to the hospital to see Xi Luo and Lei Ren again, and the two guys got along more and more harmoniously. Lei Ren is actually a very outgoing young man, but my senior brother's temper is too rigid, and I usually suppress him to prevent him from showing his temper. As a result, now that Lei Ren and Xi Luo are together, Lei Ren's true nature is immediately revealed.
He is indeed a little tiger! Lei Xiaohu!
Xi Luo told him some of the things in the big circle, the bloody fighting in the underworld, which made Lei Xiaohu's face full of excitement and longing. Young people, it's all like this.
The two got along better and better, I went to have a look at them, and the two even started exchanging some experience of practicing martial arts with each other on the bed. Lei Xiaohu also promised Xi Luo that after everyone recovers from their injuries, the two must have a good fight again.
Today, I asked Xiao Huang to send someone to send a batch of things to my brother's martial arts gym. It's still the batch of fitness equipment from last time. Brother shouldn't refuse this time, right? But I was worried that he would refuse, so I simply ran out first, and when he refused, he would look for me, but he would not be able to find me.
I took Yan Di and Qiao Qiao to see the house.
In Las Vegas, I won a ton of money, enough for a small splurge. The real estate economy recommended several seaside villas and mansions, and today we are going to pick one that we are satisfied with.
This is a villa mansion located on a half-moon-shaped beach. The sea is calm and the sea is calm. This special terrain has long made the nearby sea area not have any big waves.
Moreover, this is a private sea area, and the two-kilometer-long beach has been designated as a private area. Only the rich who live here can enjoy the beach here. In the sea area in front, shark prevention nets were installed at the front of the half-moon-shaped beach at a great price!
After all, these rich people don't want a shark to swim in when they are playing in the sea.
A 1,000-square-meter villa with a huge yard and a swimming pool is equipped with a seawater filtration system that directs water from the sea to the swimming pool, plus a drainage system, which is very expensive.
With a 360-degree full-bright room shape, there is plenty of sunlight wherever you stand. The large platforms and balconies allow people to feel the sea breeze and sunshine in their spare time. The private garage can park four cars.
The top security anti-theft system, and surrounded by wealthy areas, also hired a security company's seaside security team to patrol the nearby beach back and forth. There is also a beach rescue team on the beach... and in the distance, a private pier for wealthy people living nearby to park their yachts.
All this makes me very satisfied.
The life of the rich is indeed too good to enjoy.
Of course, the price is also very expensive. I paid thirty-five million dollars for this beach house. However, at the time of purchase, under my insistence, the property was under Yan Di's name.
Even Bao Yazhou, who came to help me deal with the contract matters, couldn't help being a little envious when he saw this place: "I'd rather exchange three of the Eighth Master's villa you gave me for this one you have now! "
Of course, even if you buy a house in this kind of place, the annual cost is not small! For such a house, the annual maintenance cost is about 250,000 US dollars! At the same time, in order to pay the salary of the security guards of the security company, as well as the right to use the beach outside, and the right to use the pier where the yacht is moored... an additional 150,000 US dollars will be paid every year!
Heck, that's at least $400,000 a year!
No wonder, people like Bao Yazhou have a high income, and they often cry poor to me in front of me.
However, I am still very clear that the house I bought is only at the level of an "ordinary rich man".
There is a saying in the West: millionaires live the lives of millionaires, multi-millionaires live the lives of multi-millionaires, billionaires... live the life of God.
The real life of a billionaire... I'm far, far, far away.
I'm just squandering the $100 million I won from the Japanese in Las Vegas right now.
After completing the formalities, I will be able to move here with Yandi Qiaoqiao in three days. Before that, there will be a special cleaning company to be responsible for cleaning the place. There is also a lawn outside, which is also taken care of regularly by a full-timer.
Everything is so thoughtful, so you don't have to worry about it.
Of course, the cost is also expensive.
I don't need to take care of any furniture or other things I need to buy at home. I am also happy to get away... I called Xiao Zhu, the smartest guy in the big circle now, and asked him to bring a few brothers, drive a car, and go shopping all over the world with Qiao Qiao and Yan Di.
As for me, I have important things to do.
Accompanied by Bao Yazhou, I had lunch with a customs officer. After this lunch, I officially paved the way for Vancouver Customs! !
Although I have spent countless money and energy, after paving this road, the benefits to me in the future will be endless!
"What else do you think I need now?" After lunch, I asked Buck Tooth Zhou carefully. Although this guy has a bit of a bad temper, there's nothing he can do about it. He's the only think tank with a high IQ around me now.
"Huaxing company needs more talents... I mean real talents, not gangsters." He glanced at me: "Huaxing company is your first step in whitewashing, this company should operate like a real formal company Get up! So, you need these! Hire some professionals at a high price... Of course, in terms of finances, we have annual smuggling business protection fees that need to be paid to the account. This is a bit difficult, and we must find one or two reliable financial experts. And he is a person who is willing to cooperate and can control. Now I am doing these things... Hell, Chen Yang, you should give me a raise! I am not only your lawyer, but also your public relations manager, yes Your financial advisor is still your driver!" He glared at me and continued driving.
"Dear Barrister Baoya Zhou, I remember that in just one month, you have earned at least 150,000 commissions from me." I sighed: "Don't worry, there will be bread and everything will be there Yes." I smiled, and said sternly: "Other things can be done slowly, but the financial aspect must be settled as soon as possible. Do you have any suitable financial experts?"
Alas, one must be able to make false accounts, know how to fool the officials of the tax bureau, and be loyal and reliable... How difficult it is!