frightfiction Chapter 933 It’s not about what you can do to help me, but what I can give you
Chapter 933 It’s not about what you can do to help me, but what I can give you
Dabao walked around the Fu family's house. The servants didn't move. They were frightened by the sound of gunfire, and they all hid in their beds, not daring to show their heads.
Dabao did not leave the bodies at the Fu family, but put them in a space and found a steep harbor where few people came. He threw the bodies into the river to feed the fish.
After finishing all this, it was almost dawn. He changed his clothes and went straight to the Governor's Mansion. He needed to take down the Governor, otherwise, he would still be in big trouble for what happened last night.
At this time, the Governor's Mansion was in chaos. In the Fu family's old house, a police officer woke up early and quickly used the Fu family's phone to report to the bureau. Soon, the senior officials of the entire police bureau arrived.
They looked at the bloodstains everywhere in the Fu family's house. There were enough bullet shells on the ground to fight a war, but there was no dead person. You said Fu Laorong was dead, right? Not even a body was found.
But Fu Laorong is not dead, right? This person has disappeared again.
This put the senior officials of the Judiciary Police in a difficult position. In the end, they had no choice but to rush to the Governor's Mansion, wake up the Governor, and tell him about the incident.
The Governor was dazed and thought he was dreaming. Fu Laorong had come to visit him in person yesterday, and now he was missing? How could it be possible? How could Fu Laorong abandon his century-old foundation and flee?
The Governor's Mansion in Haojiang was not heavily guarded. Except for two guards at the door, everyone else was asleep.
Dabao dodged the guards on duty and walked straight into the Governor's Mansion.
In the Governor's office, the Chief of the Judiciary Police was talking excitedly. Governor Charleson was an expert on China. He had studied Chinese culture at the former Beijing University. He was proficient in these things. With the recommendation of Sir Ho, he was appreciated by the king and became the Governor of Macau.
The governor looked at the people from the Judiciary Police, his head buzzing. He slammed the table and spoke in Portuguese.
"You pigs, all you do every day is collect money. When something goes wrong, you can make up any kind of lie. Edith, your ability to write novels is almost as good as Lao Blandang.
I've told you all that His Majesty the King wants only stability and tax revenue for this place. Tell me, what can you bring me? Stability or tax revenue?"
The director of the Judiciary Police, Edith, was speechless for a moment. He was just a shoemaker by birth, but later he flattered a big shot and rose to become the director here.
What does he know? He only knows what kind of leather shoes to use and what size thread to use.
Governor Charleson then turned his gaze to Ho Ming-wen, the only Chinese among the senior officials of the Judiciary Police. He was Sir Ho's distant nephew and of the same generation as Ho Hong-sen, with whom he had a good relationship.
He saw the Governor turned his gaze towards him again, and he spoke quickly.
"Governor, there was an incident tonight that shocked the entire Macao. I saw you packing up your things, so I didn't report it to you."
Charleson rubbed his temple, and his beard, which he carefully groomed every day, twitched.
"What's going on?"
He Mingwen said respectfully.
"Last night in Casino No. 1 of the Scenic Hotel, the largest gambling game ever was held."
Charleson was immediately interested.
"The biggest gamble? Tell me in detail."
"I don't know the details yet, but I heard the stakes involved are over a billion..."
"Oh my God, who has such a fortune?"
When the foreigners heard about the bet of more than one billion, their eyes almost popped out.
"And the winner is said to be a teenager. However, this teenager is not an ordinary person either. He is a descendant of the Qing imperial family. In Portuguese terms, he is the king's younger brother."
"Oh, my God! That's the prince! No wonder he has such great wealth."
Charleson's eyes were shining. No one disliked associating with rich people, and he was no exception.
"He, would you be able to introduce him to us if there's a chance? I think someone like him will make a great contribution to Haojiang."
This is the difference between a scholar and a shoemaker. They both covet other people's money, but what the governor said is just high-sounding.
"Don't bother, I'm already here."
Dabao walked in with two large suitcases, a cigarette in his mouth, and squinting his eyes.
The sudden appearance of outsiders scared Charleson and his men. Several senior police officers hurriedly took out their guns from their waists, but found that they rarely carried guns. Some people actually took out a pipe.
Charleson's face turned a little red. He glared at the shoemaker fiercely and cursed him as shit.
He leaned on the desk and looked at Dabao,
"Who are you? Why did the guard let you in? Isn't my secretary outside?"
His series of questions confused Dabao. Apart from dodging the guards at the door, he did see a few people along the way, but no one asked him any questions.
"Charlson, my name is Qin Mingyue, you can also call me Danny. I came here today to tell you a few things..."
Dabao put the two boxes on the table and opened them casually. Charleson and others were stunned. There were two whole boxes full of Portuguese currency. They had never seen so much money except when they checked the bank vault.
Charleson tried hard to calm his pounding heart and spoke sincerely.
"Sir, I think we can sit down and have a cup of hot coffee. If you have anything to say, please feel free to tell me. I think we can discuss anything."
Of course, the person who made the coffee was He Mingwen. The two chairs behind the desk in the governor's office were moved out, and Dabao sat on them with his legs crossed.
Governor Charleson sat at the bottom. As for the shoemaker and the others, what a joke! There was never any room for them in the Governor's office. They all gathered around Dabao, gazing at the two boxes of blue banknotes with licking faces.
He Mingwen came in with a bitter face, carrying two cups of hot coffee and handed them respectfully to Dabao and the Governor.
"Mr. Qin, oh, no, Danny, I think we will become good friends. Of course, we can still call each other Mr. outside. In my home and office, we are more intimate by calling each other by our first names."
Dabao shrugged and spoke in English.
"As you wish, Charleson."
"Then can you tell me what's going on? As you Chinese would say, I'm all ears."
Dabao picked up the coffee, blew on it, and took a sip. Damn, it's so damn disgusting, it tastes like shit.
Charleson was elated.
"This is the famous Kopi Luwak coffee, made from cat excrement. It's very rare. I only get a small can this big every year."
Dabao almost vomited after hearing this. With the explosion of information in later generations, he must have experienced civet coffee, which is a kind of excrement of civet cats. But, you have to wash it clean, right?