Lu Guangming wore the most expensive suit in Xie Jiahua's wardrobe, went to the mall to get a pair of good shoes, got a fashionable burly at the barber shop, and finally folded a decorative square handkerchief into the chest pocket of the suit. He sprayed some cologne on his elbows and ears, and drove a rented Lamborghini to a star-rated hotel on Hong Kong Island to attend a charity party that night.
The charity party was funded and hosted by Qiao Chunan, chairman of "Heyi Warehousing and Freight Co., Ltd.". The co-organizers included a number of companies that began with the word "H", and some celebrities, celebrities and socialites were warmly invited to come. There were a lot of people inside and outside the venue. The gentlemen in suits and the ladies in beautiful clothes came together and greeted each other. There are two pictures of Chinese and African children of the same height at the door, with obsidian-like eyes wide open and pitiful.
Mr. Qiao, dressed in a Tang suit, stood beside the photo amiably to welcome the guests. "Yo, Da Bing! It's early!" "The fifth is here too! Hahaha! Don't be polite, come in! Hey, you won't be allowed to go out unless you donate one million yuan today!" "Detective Zheng! Come here, you are welcome! Master, come, come, come and accompany Detective Zheng to inspect and inspect!"
Lu Guangming got off the Lamborghini and threw the key to the boy. Before Mr. Qiao could see the young rich man clearly, Lu Guangming walked up the steps quickly and met a hot bear hug! "Job! Long time no see!"
"Hey, hey..." Master Qiao was stunned.
Lu Guangming put a smile on his ear and said, "My dad and his old man flashed his waist on his second aunt the night before yesterday, and he can't get up now. I can only attend on his behalf."
Mr. Qiao has a lot of contacts in the political and business circles. Among them, those with sons in their early twenties who still drive Lamborghini are all powerful and rich. He hadn't figured out who Lu Guangming's young master was, but Lu Guangming quickly gave him a French kiss on the side of his face, and gave him a fluent French, "Felicitations! Job! I wish the party a success!"
He squinted his crescent eyes and gave a pure and pleasant smile, then let go of his uncle, and walked into the venue lively and unrestrainedly. Master Qiao was fascinated by his fragrance for a moment, and suddenly felt that he was much more pleasing to the eye than his recent blue-faced confidant, Sammy, but then he shook his head slightly and threw this thought out - old rabbits don't eat nests Biancao, he can't attack other people's young masters!
Lu Guangming successfully infiltrated the party scene, took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped his mouth vigorously, then threw it into the tray of the passing waiter carrying red wine, and took a glass of red wine. The lady passing by smiled and gestured to him, he politely returned a salute, and then looked around calmly: the atmosphere of the venue was not serious, there were not a lot of table seats, and it was spread out in the form of a buffet and a documentary photo exhibition. There are pictures of young children dying of starvation on the wall. As if to make the guests feel this hunger, only wine and vegetable salad were placed on the buffet table.
Lu Guangming leaned against the dining table and ate a few mouthfuls of salad, and drank several famous wines that he had only seen in his French textbook. He stood in an eye-catching position, and his appearance was outstanding. Not long after, a celebrity came up to chat with him generously. He smiled and began to chat, putting the private life of a corrupt dignitary who was brought to court by him last year. In the above, the editor wrote about his experience of traveling alone in France, and shamelessly said that he just turned 21 years old a few days ago, and called the ladies "Miss" with a smile. Several beautiful girls and stars Gongyue usually surrounded him in the middle, laughing and laughing constantly.
At the time of joy, Mr. Qiao stood on the small podium in the center of the venue. He first smiled and raised the small spoon in his hand and knocked on the wine glass, making a soft "ding~" sound.
— The venue was too big, with so many voices, that no one noticed him.
Two hotel staff caught up, adjusted the microphone for him, lowered the height and aimed it at his face. Grandpa Qiao raised his glass and said "ding!" This time, this harsh collision swept the audience with a sharp noise.
Everyone was startled, and their eyes focused on him. Grandpa Qiao coughed, "I'm sorry, there is some problem with the microphone. Distinguished guests and friends, welcome everyone to come to today's party! This is this festival, no, every, every, this time of celebration, I am someone Qiao. I am very grateful! It is an honor for me, Joe, to be the organizer and support our charity cause this time..."
This big guy has been a gangster for decades, but he never imagined that he would one day be associated with the word "charity", and that he could stand in front of celebrities and make nonsense, and look at the reporters taking photos and interviews below. ! He excitedly turned the opening remarks into an award-winning speech at the Spring Festival Gala, chatting non-stop...
A lady surnamed Fang who was standing beside Lu Guangming covered her mouth with a handkerchief and sneered. She lightly leaned on Lu Guangming with her elbow, and whispered, "Where do you think this is from?"
Lu Guangming lightly smiled and expressed his approval, and cast his prudently looking eyes around Mr. Qiao - just at this moment, Mr. Qiao excitedly waved to the audience, "Come, come, consultant He, come... Let me introduce you to everyone. This is Mr. Ho, the general consultant of our Heshi Group, and the chief planner of this charity gala! Mr. Ho is young and promising, and is today's financial upstart in Hong Kong... "
He Chusan wore a dazzling white suit and walked up to the stage with a warm smile like a spring breeze. He stood beside Mr. Qiao with a long body and took the microphone from Mr. Qiao. After thanking everyone, he began to get down to business. Introduce the donation process and the purpose of this donation.
Fang Mingyuan laughed again in a low voice, "That's right. Look at this advisor He is handsome and has a nice voice."
"Prettier than me?" Lu Guangming asked with a smile.
Fang Mingyuan's fingertips painted with black nail polish slipped lightly on the back of his hand and flicked again, "Little brother, you are more tender than him, my sister likes mature men."
Lu Guangming raised his eyebrows and smiled, "It's such a coincidence, I also like mature men." He turned around and picked out two glasses of wine, which the lady thought was handed to him, but he twirled the glasses playfully, "Not with my sister. Let's chat, I'm going to hook up with that mature man."
"Hey, you..." Fang Mingyuan thought he was joking, but he actually walked towards the center of the venue with two glasses of wine.
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After Mr. Qiao and He Chusan finished their speeches, they stepped down and shook hands with two important officials in the political and business circles. They were in a heated discussion. A young voice suddenly sounded from the side, "Uncle Joe!" Lu Guangming burst in with a glass of wine, and smiled at the two important officials who often came and went on TV, "Uncle Huang! Uncle Wang!"
Everyone was still in a daze that they couldn't recognize him. He bent his eyes and smiled, "Don't disturb your business, I want to borrow a consultant."
The three looked at Consultant He, and Consultant He was also at a loss, "Me? You are... "
"Consultant He doesn't know me anymore? I was there when you introduced your company's services to my dad last time. I want to consult you again."
Consultant He obviously didn't think much of it, but he couldn't hold back Lu Guangming's enthusiastic smile, so he still took the wine glass in his hand, "Master Qiao, Mr. Huang, Mr. Wang, let's talk first."
"Go, go." Master Qiao waved his hand amiably, still thinking that Lu Guangming was cute. The back view of two young handsome men in suits walking side by side with long legs is really beautiful and moving, and their little butts are really upturned...
"Old Joe?"
"Hey! Mr. Huang, I'm sorry! Where did you just say? Why don't we sit down and talk slowly?"
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Lu Guangming took He Chusan to the depths of the venue, and the two chatted in a low voice while pretending to look at the photos on the wall.
"Come here if you have trouble," He Chusan said, "Master Qiao sees me very seriously, so he has no choice but to do this."
"It's what I should, and you've worked hard."
"What's the current situation on the ICAC side?"
"The case cannot be filed for the time being, but today the technical team has begun to investigate Xie Yingjie's assets."
"Most of his money should have been transferred to private overseas accounts, or deposited directly in cash. I will use some means to bring back his funds as much as possible, and then you will need to collect the net in a very short time."
"Understood, I will try to file a case with my superiors as soon as possible. The purpose of Mr. Qiao's charity event is to launder money?"
"Yes."
"You do things for him, you have to be careful about the legal boundaries, don't get yourself into it."
"Don't worry, I have not crossed the line. I am in charge of the accounts of the charity fund. All the proceeds from the donation tonight and his personal injection will be used for real charity, and Master Qiao does not know." He Chusan took a sip of wine tentatively. He tasted a bit of astringent taste, "This event is what I suggested to Mr. Qiao to hold, it's a pretense, I don't have much funds in my hand, I can't last for too long, I need to take the initiative to make some big moves to please him and show my own. I hope I can get in touch with the old shopkeeper as soon as possible.”
"It's been a long time for you," Lu Guangming said earnestly. "Whether this is successful or not, I am grateful to you for myself and for the people of Hong Kong. If you get rid of the big tumor of the old shopkeeper, you will help A great hero to all the citizens of Hong Kong."
He Chusan shook his head and smiled bitterly, "When will Sir Lu say these words, I do all this out of selfishness. I'm just a selfish little person. You and your colleagues, you are the heroes."
Lu Guangming wanted to say something, but He Chusan suddenly saw a figure walking behind him from the reflection of the wine glass. He immediately raised the wine glass and drenched Lu Guangming's face!
"Hit me, quick!" he whispered.
Lu Guangming was stunned for only half a second, and out of the corner of his eyes he caught sight of the master who was sneaking over! Without hesitation, he punched He Chusan in the face!
"Ah yo! How dare you hit this face!" Fang Mingyuan, who came over with the master and was about to chat with the two handsome boys, exclaimed.