Chapter 256 No one can escape

The evidence is irrefutable. The so-called super financiers and capitalists can only bow their heads helplessly when faced with power and within five steps of the knife's edge. No, he doesn't want to yet.

HSBC's chairman, Michael Donald, stared hard, trying to see clearly the dark figure sitting in front of his bed, but it was all in vain.

He could only vaguely see that it was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, with a high nose and a pair of protruding ears.

If he knew Chinese traditional culture, he would know that this is actually a mask of the Monkey King Sun Wukong. Unfortunately, he didn't know
He is still struggling. No capitalist will take out the money that has already been in his pocket, no matter whether the money belongs to them or not.

This was especially true for Mike Donald, a Jewish man. In the darkness, his eyes wandered to the upper left, and his voice was a little vague, although he said firmly: "You know, such a large sum of money cannot be taken out without the consent of the board of directors!"

"You mean the representatives of the four major British banks at HSBC?" Wang Deming shook his head in the dark, causing the shadows in the room to sway continuously, and sneered, "Mr. Donald, you are really dishonest. I have said long ago that I would not come to you unless I was 100% sure."

"Since you took the lead in the group formation last year, the control of HSBC has been firmly in your hands, including the boss."

Wang Deming sneered and directly exposed his deepest thoughts: "Oh, I know your plan. First, make it a debt in the account, and no matter which descendant of the Qing nobles comes to withdraw the money, you will do everything you can to shirk it. After a few years, when there are no more victims, transfer this large sum of money to your own account without anyone noticing.
This is also the reason why HSBC has insisted on not withdrawing from China and has a branch in Shanghai. "

"What you are most worried about is that if the representatives of the four major foreign companies knew about this amount of money, they would intervene to get a piece of the pie."

Having his secret exposed, Duanna was completely stunned and opened his mouth in horror.

In front of this mysterious person, he seemed to be naked inside and out. He had never told anyone about this, including his bedmate. How did the other party know? Mind reading?
Wang Deming did not stop talking, which gave Donald an excuse to give up resistance. "Don't worry, dear Mr. Mike Donald, the money will continue to be in HSBC's account, and it will not be difficult for you to work on the board of directors."

"But if you still insist on your so-called rules, I believe that soon your children will appear in the slums of Mumbai. Maybe your family will become a super big family in Mumbai."

"No!" Duan Na was completely defeated and almost woke up the person beside him. He watched nervously as his wife's eyelids moved, and then she turned over and continued to sleep. He begged in a low voice: "Please, don't do this."

"Hmm, you knew we had this capability, didn't you? Very good, tomorrow several Chinese people who claim to be descendants of the Qing Dynasty nobles will come to HSBC to open accounts.

Please mix in the forged deposit certificates that you made in advance to embezzle the money, and I will arrange for someone to withdraw the money with a seal.

Don’t worry, after going through the stock market, the money will still be quietly lying in the account of HSBC.”

"No problem, I will appoint my confidant to handle it tomorrow!" Duan Na rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth, "Sir, as far as I know, the Qing nobles have deposited a lot of money in Huaqi Bank!"

"Haha, they can't get away. Do you think we are the only ones who noticed the money? I look forward to your cooperation."

"it is good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the curtains in front of the French window of the master bedroom swaying like waves, and the chair in front of the master bedroom was empty.

There was deathly silence in the master bedroom.

Was I just dreaming?

Duanna pinched her thigh hard. It hurt! This was not a dream.
But how did that man leave just now? Did he have extraordinary powers like King Arthur's knights? Or was he still a vampire? He couldn't help but shudder. He gasped for breath, climbed out of the bed, stood on the window sill and looked outside. There was a flash of lightning in the sky, and the thunder rolled in. "Kuka."

Apart from the floor-to-ceiling windows being open, there doesn't seem to be any other changes?
After this incident, Duan Na was still frightened and couldn't sleep at all.

He wore silk pajamas, stepped on the precious Persian carpet, walked barefoot to the lounge, unscrewed a bottle of whiskey, poured a glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Snap!" He cut open a cigar, sat blankly in the chair, and smoked one cigar after another and one glass of whiskey after another in silence.

"Oh, my goodness! Honey, what's the matter with you?"

Duanna was shaken awake by his wife from the carpet. He opened his eyes sleepily, rubbed them, turned his head and looked out the window. It turned out that day had already dawned without him noticing.
Early the next morning, a few young Chinese men who spoke Cantonese, wore cheap black suits, had dyed yellow hair and claimed to be Qing Dynasty aristocrats came to the HSBC Bank in Central to open accounts.

Duina ordered people to invite them to the VIP living room on the second floor, and arranged for several beautiful girls to provide one-on-one service, as well as top-quality coffee, cigars, whiskey, and snacks. He also arranged for his confidants to go and meet them and get some information.

He himself hid in the next room to the VIP living room, watching and listening quietly through the blinds.

These Chinese men could not speak a word of English, or even the Mandarin spoken in northern China. They could only speak Cantonese. Fortunately, their confidants knew Cantonese, so there was no trouble in communication.

However, these people knew nothing about anything. They only knew that they were descendants of the Manchu nobles and came to HSBC to open an account. Then one of them took out several Hong Kong ID cards, threw them to the bank girl, and started eating and drinking.

Alas. The last bit of luck in Duan Na's heart also disappeared. Yes, these people who work in intelligence are best at concealing their identities and using local gangsters to achieve their goals.
As for the seal withdrawal? Who else but me knows that those forged deposit certificates are fake?

If I catch them and find them in Downing Street in the UK, they will have no choice but to flee.

When his confidants came to report and ask for instructions, Duan Na waved his hand weakly, indicating that he should quickly handle it and send them away.

At this time, Wang Deming was sitting on the first floor of a building opposite the HSBC Bank in Central, drinking coffee with Mr. Huo.

Wang Deming was calm and composed, but Mr. Huo looked uncertain. He looked at the HSBC Bank across the street from time to time. Finally, he couldn't help but frown and asked, "Deming, will the British devils really admit their debt? With just the few seals you brought? Will they honestly spit out the money?"

"I don't believe the British devils are so kind"

"Brother Yingdong, please be patient." Wang Deming stirred the coffee slowly and raised his chin. "Look, they are coming out, aren't they?"

"Brother Dong, there are thirty passbooks in total, not one less." After a while, a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses came over and put a stack of HSBC passbooks on the table.

Wang Deming held the passbook in his hand like a playing card, flipping through it, twisting it casually, and taking a quick glance, he pulled out a few passbooks with large deposit certificates, shook them at Mr. Huo, and laughed, "Look, these are ready."

Mr. Huo on the opposite side widened his eyes in disbelief, looked at Wang Deming and then at the HSBC Bank, which was glittering with gold.

(End of this chapter)