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"One of the 633 newly registered companies is involved in a transaction error, and the legal representative is out of contact. Further developments are pending!"
Xu Lang sat in his office, finished reading the documents, and then drank the tea in his cup.
"Only the surface has been changed!"
"The root of the problem lies in the south!"
"We should make them pull it out themselves!"
Once this was reported, the judge immediately dispatched a data team to re-examine Shun Hai's subsidiaries in Thailand. They discovered three registered trading companies, two of which had records of inflated accounting.
He Xigui's men staked out the third company for four days and photographed a familiar face: Liao Qitang, who had run a casino in Macau before fleeing to Southeast Asia. Ten years ago, he had partnered with the Sankou Group to engage in illicit real estate transactions in the Philippines.
This man had no background, but he was good at accounting and managing relationships, making him the most favored "executor" among the financial groups in Southeast Asia.
His presence here indicates that Shunhai is already making moves.
"Should we bring him back?" Wang Jianjun suggested.
"Don't touch him!" Hong Wentong shook his head.
"You can't let this kind of person feel dangerous."
Make him feel like he's out of our sight!
"Then what should we do?"
"Let's wait for him to reveal his true colors!"
Just as we finished speaking, a fire broke out at a seafood company warehouse in Thailand on the third day.
The apparent reason was a cable short circuit, but half of the goods in the warehouse were not recorded, no one was on site to register them, and the source of the goods was unclear.
On the night after the fire, two vehicles carrying people hurriedly left the dock, but were stopped on the spot by Haikou border inspection for "incomplete documents".
Xu Lang didn't say anything when he saw the photo, but only ordered Aji's men to detain the two drivers.
The judge turned around and asked.
"You want to take their statements?"
"no!"
"Give each of them a red envelope!"
"Red envelope?"
There's only one photo inside!
"What picture?"
"Liao Qitang!"
"What do you mean?"
"Tell them to go back and tell Shun Hai that the Tung Sing Gang is still around!"
This tactic doesn't harm anyone; it only conveys a message, yet it's enough to terrify anyone.
Overnight, several small warehouses under Shun Hai began sealing off supplies, dozens of employees were reassigned, several payments originally destined for Hong Kong Island were suddenly cancelled, logistics companies cancelled orders one after another, and three temporary pier channels were closed. The stated reason was equipment maintenance, but the real reason was a tight cash flow, and they were preparing to cut their losses temporarily...
But the faster they react, the more vulnerabilities they uncover.
On the fourth night, He Xigui's men intercepted an overseas remittance record. The amount was not high, and the receiving company was registered in Hong Kong Island. It was an old company originally used for fund transfer by the Tojoyama branch. This company had ceased operations six months ago, but its sudden revival indicated that someone was trying to reopen the old channels.
"It's still the same few people!" Xu Lang said only one sentence after hearing this.
Should we accept it?
"Let them jump for another day!"
"On the fifth day, Shunhai's senior financial executive was taken away by unidentified individuals at the Thai border airport. He reappeared two hours later but remained silent!"
The people from Dongxing didn't move, but they kept pressing down the documents one by one.
On the sixth day, news broke from the Thai border that a Chinese investor was suspected of concealing overseas assets and cooperating with a local investigation.
This man was none other than Lu Chengzhi's longtime partner, Fang Junming.
That evening, Xu Lang sat in the main office. There were no cigarettes or tea on the table, only that piece of paper—"We know."
Chapter 619 Financial Circles Withdraw Capital
This battle is not a direct confrontation, nor a conflict, but rather the laying of an invisible net, densely covering all the enemy's escape routes, until they panic, flee, and collapse on their own.
This is Dongxing.
Without making a sound, they pressed in inch by inch.
Anyone who dares to reach out will have their entire family cut off from their payments.
Anyone who dares to raise their head will be haunted by him every night.
On the morning of the seventh day, Shunhai Group's Overseas Joint Warehousing Company issued an announcement stating that "due to the impact of adjustments to overseas freight routes, some businesses will be internally integrated, and supplies to the port will be suspended!" This announcement immediately shook the entire logistics circle of Hong Kong Island.
Many small companies that originally relied on the Shunhai route began to contact other freight forwarders, resulting in a sharp increase in warehouse vacancy rates and transport vehicles having no cargo to move. Several peripheral social groups that depended on Shunhai for their livelihood also panicked immediately.
At 1 p.m., Matsui, the contact person for the Tojoyama branch of the Sankou group, made an overseas call. His tone was calm, but his message was direct.
He told a local property developer on Hong Kong Island.
"Tung Sing's actions are not just a test; they intend to completely eliminate any external support for Hong Kong Island!"
When these words reached Long Fei's ears, he was hiding in a private club in Kowloon Bay, with an unopened bottle of whiskey in front of him, which he hadn't drunk a drop of.
He stared at his phone screen for a long time, and no one dared to make a sound.
He had considered that Tung Sing would make a move, but he never expected that Tung Sing would not attack him or rob him of his money, but would directly sever the blood vessel supplying his back.
Shunhai collapsed, Matsui retreated, and all avenues for seeking refuge with external forces were cut off.
He doesn't even have a decent financial line right now; he has to go through a third party to transfer money.
He knew what was going on—Xu Lang's actions weren't overt, but rather behind the scenes, where you thought it was safest.
At 3 p.m., Xu Lang met a man named Chen Huai in the main hall tea room. Chen Huai was the former head of a medium-sized financial institution in Hong Kong Island. He had acted as a go-between between Shun Hai and Yao Chen, making a lot of dirty money.
Back then, he had powerful backers and a deep background, so no one dared to touch him.
But now, he has taken the initiative to request a meeting, saying he is willing to "cooperate with the investigation," only asking that Tung Sing not freeze his accounts.
The judge handed him a bill, and after reading it, Chen Huai's hands trembled.
"How am I supposed to explain these amounts?"
"You don't need to explain!" the judge said coldly.
"We know you're just responsible for forwarding!"
"Then... what do you want me to do?"
"From now on, every transfer made by Shunhai must be handled through you. We only need to say one word, and you must clearly explain where the money is and how it is transferred!"
"I...I understand!"
“And another one!” the judge stared at him.
"If you dare touch any of the static funds in your account, even just one dollar, we won't be inviting you in for tea next time!"
"I won't move! I won't move!"
Chen Huai was a smart man; he knew that at this moment, being alive was more important than anything else.
That evening, Aji withdrew the people watching Lu Chengzhi, saying that the old man hadn't left the villa for three days, and all communication equipment was being handled by his assistant, as if he were hiding himself in a crack in the ground.
But Dongxing's people had already planted spies around his villa, so they could keep track of his every move immediately.
After receiving the news, Hong Wentong personally delivered a bottle of Shaoxing wine. Since no one signed for it, he had it left at the door.
A card was tied to the bottle with four words written on it.
"Waiting for you to leave!"
For the next two days, the atmosphere on Hong Kong Island was like a pot lid being pressed down.
Chapter 620 Xu Lang Takes Full Control
No one got into trouble, no one took action, and no one spoke out loudly, but everyone was shrinking, merging, cutting off supplies, and laying off people.
One by one, the minor gang leaders who frequented the streets withdrew from nightclubs, logistics companies, and warehouses. Even car washes, pawnshops, and deposit shops started changing their names.
Some people surrendered, while others ran away.
Those who remained understood one thing—Hong Kong Island was no longer the same Hong Kong Island.
On the afternoon of the fifth day, Tung Sing officially issued an internal notice that the Tunwan old factory area would be transformed into the "Tung Sing Logistics Dispatch Center", which would oversee five main freight lines, three warehousing and transfer stations, and two offshore port lines.
On the evening the announcement was issued, three large commercial companies submitted applications to move in, thus establishing a new logistics landscape on Hong Kong Island that had not been seen in decades.
Xu Lang did not show up. He sat on the sofa in the top-floor office of the main building, with a cigarette between his left and the daily report flipping through it with his right.
Everyone knows what happened during those seven days, but no one knows how it was all arranged.
There were no meetings, no loud voices; all his commands came from silence, and every step was perfectly timed.
Wang Jianjun walked in, sat down, and handed over a document.
"From Tianlong Society's perspective, Long Fei has started contacting our security company, saying he needs to replace security guards at several of his clubs!"
"What do you mean?" Hong Wentong asked.
"What do you mean? It means you're admitting defeat!"
"Should we meet the person?"
"I'll see you!" Xu Lang said calmly.
"Let him do it himself!"
"How to arrange?"
"It's still that same teahouse!"
Xu Lang put down the documents, got up and walked to the window. He opened the window and saw the night view of Hong Kong Island to the south, brightly lit and with a constant flow of traffic.
He stood still, without saying a word.
No one dared to make a sound behind them.