Chapter 341

He Qiong's villa.

He Qiong put her arm around Li Xin, smiling as she asked, "What did you say to my dad? Why is he so angry?"

Smiling, he repeated it to He Qiong, and He Qiong pinched Li Xin.

Not bringing that up, he said, "A Xin, I want to position the mainland's factories as contract manufacturers, have orders placed in Hong Kong Island, and produce them on the mainland. That way, even after the tax incentives expire, we can still reasonably avoid taxes. What do you think?"

Li Xin stared at He Qiong and said seriously, "A Qiong, you're very shrewd in business—I admit that."

Are the tax avoidance methods you can think of ones that others can't?

Li Xin pointed at his own face and continued, "I am a Huaguo person, Han ethnicity. If a person forgets their roots, they are like rootless duckweed—without ability or means. But now that we have ability, we should exert more effort."

He Qiong's eyes widened as Uncle Huo's image flashed in her mind; the A Xin standing before her today shone especially brightly.

The scale is huge!

Tonight, He Qiong was unusually unrestrained, wearing herself out.

The next morning, Li Xin was awakened by a ringing phone.

He Qiong, still groggy, asked, "Who is it? Who's disturbing my sweet dream at this early hour?"

Yesterday He Qiong was a bit tired, so she didn't get up today; otherwise, by this time she would have finished getting ready and headed to the office.

Li Xin slipped his arm out from under her neck and whispered, "Keep sleeping; I'm going to answer the phone."

Mm! I'm going to sleep a bit longer.

Li Xin came to the living room, put the brick phone to his ear, and asked, "Who is it? If you have something to say, hurry up."

Boss, I'm Wang Qian. The piece of property that Manager Li picked out a couple of days ago has been snatched away by someone else!

Li Xin immediately became energized, shouting, "Who the fuck is so bold as to court death?"

Who dares to pluck the tiger's whiskers?

Who ended up with that property?

The chairman of Aimei Gao Group, Da Liu, who just listed the company in August, raised a lot of funds in the stock market, wants to make a big splash in real estate, and since the property in Tsim Sha Tsui is well located, he went straight to the owner and signed the contract.

Li Xin hung up the phone, laughing in anger. "Damn it, in a few years even a bearded guy could make you wear a green hat."

Now coming to provoke him—this is treating Li Xin as less than human!

He picked up the phone and called Hua She, ordering directly, "Hua She, investigate Aimei Gao Group's current projects for me—just one requirement: none of the projects may be allowed to start construction normally. Do you understand how to do that?"

Hua She smiled and replied, "Big Brother, rest assured—if you have me make vinegar, it might not be sour, but if you have me make salt, it will definitely be salty."

Li Xin didn't give it a second thought and went straight to the Far East Club, where a big event was still scheduled for October 1st.

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Hua She's influence has surged; the forces he can mobilize are on a completely different scale from before, and he can now use all of Prosperity's resources.

But he still greeted Tianhong, and Tianhong listened to Hua She finish speaking.

He said with a dark face, "I give you authority—feel free to mobilize Prosperity as you wish. If anyone dares to bare their teeth at Big Brother, I'll have you knock their teeth out."

What the fuck is this listing group?

No matter who comes this time, it's useless—if we don't ruin him, others will still think that Big Brother's disciples are all as good as dead, fucking!

Hua She gathered information quickly; looking at the documents in his hand, a cold smile appeared on his face.

Aimei Gao Group listed in August, raising 1.5 billion Hong Kong dollars, with its main business being fans and real estate.

Damn it, with just that little strength, they still dare to cause trouble—really asking for it!

At Hua She's command.

Get to work.

All of Aimei Gao Group's projects have been hit; the fan transport vehicles can't reach the port.

The ongoing real estate projects' material transport vehicles can't even reach the construction sites—they break down halfway.

Even though Da Liu is slow on the uptake, he knows someone is tripping him up, and he's gathered information through many friends.

Upon learning that Prosperity was causing him trouble, Da Liu pondered left and right but still couldn't figure out what he had done to offend Prosperity.

His wife asked, "A Xiong, think hard—what exactly did you do to offend them?"

If we don't resolve this soon, our group will be in big trouble!

Da Liu rubbed the mole on his forehead, racking his brains but still couldn't figure it out.

There's no choice; the only way is to find someone to mediate, meet with Prosperity's leader, and lay everything out clearly.

He had dealt with the Haoma Bang's Zhongzidu leader before; Haoma Yi had met him a few times, so he picked up the phone and called.

Brother Yi, I'm A Xiong—I need your help with something.

Haoma Yi is currently enjoying success; although claiming a net worth of several hundred billion is an exaggeration, through selling powder and income from underground casinos worldwide, he still has assets worth over a hundred billion.

Haoma Yi frowned and asked, "Which A Xiong?"

Da Liu!!

After all, he had a request, so he patiently said, "Brother Yi, I'm the fan-selling A Xiong—you forgetful person!"

Oh, it's you, kid!

Just say what you need, and I'll see if I can handle it.

Da Liu said helplessly, "Brother Yi, I truly don't know what I did to offend Prosperity; please hook me up and mediate this matter—I will surely repay you handsomely."

Haoma Yi didn't think much of it, after all Immortal Trust had taken over Wan Fashan, giving his gang and Prosperity a mutual incense-bond.

He casually said, "We'll talk about thanks later; let me check what's going on. If it's not a big deal, I'll mediate and you can just set up a few tables and be done."

At this point, Haoma Yi truly doesn't care about Da Liu's little thank-you—his monthly income is calculated in hundreds of millions.

His business far surpasses that of Zhongzidu and even Haolong—Haolong's meager output isn't even worthy of handing him his shoes.

Right now, Haoma Yi couldn't care less about Da Liu's petty thanks—his monthly income runs into the hundreds of millions.

His business dwarfs Zhongzidu and even Haolong—Haolong's puny scale isn't even worthy of him tying his shoes.

Haomaoyi called Jingkun on the phone; they had some prior acquaintance; as for what kind of acquaintance, it goes without saying!

A Kun, I am Hao Ma Yi, I have something to ask you: what grudge is there between you Prosperity and that fan-selling kid?

Liang Kun was puzzled by the question; in Gangdao, the most famous fan seller is Da Liu, and he knows this person.

Not long ago, Liang Kun still saw in the newspaper that Da Liu was ringing the bell at the stock exchange, making him envy enough to be smug!

Liang Kun laughed and replied: 'Righteous Brother, I really don't know about this; he also has nothing to do with Prosperity, so how would Prosperity people go looking for trouble with him?'

If you want to do a favor, I'll look into it for you right away.

Hao Ma Yi said: 'It's not about doing a favor; I've just met him a few times. Since you've come to me, I'll just ask casually.'

Understood, I'll look into what's going on right away.

Liang Kun called Hua She; now, all major and minor matters of Prosperity are handled by him, and he is the most well-informed.

Asking him is definitely correct!

After Hua She finished explaining the whole story to Liang Kun, Liang Kun laughed in anger: 'Damn, isn't Fengshan Liu an idiot?'

Before buying something, one should also check if anyone is watching.

To dare to snatch food from the tiger's mouth at A Xin's place is like Empress Wu Zetian guarding her widowhood... losing all reason, this person has no hope left!

Liang Kun called Hao Ma Yi back: 'Righteous Brother, don't get involved in this, or you'll easily invite trouble; this is advice I'm giving you out of our friendship.'

Hao Ma Yi asked doubtfully: 'Did this kid offend Jiang Tian Sheng or A Xin? Besides them, no one in Prosperity has this much power.'

A Xin!

Understood, I'll reply to him right away—I won't get involved in this.

Old Liu, after hearing Haomǎ Yi's reply, felt terrible—how could he have provoked Li Xin of the Red Signal Group?

The two of them are no longer on the same level; he knows exactly what kind of person Li Xin is—where would he dare to provoke Li Xin?

The Ma and Li families are right there on the stage; he's just missing a screw in his head—he wouldn't be courting death like this!

He had no choice but to go serve others tea and water, hoping to salvage something; otherwise he's doomed!