Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

"I know, Cons."

The reception room was decorated in a style reminiscent of ancient Chinese culture, with several landscape paintings hanging on the walls and various bottles and jars displayed on the antique shelves. Chen Dong and Kang Si entered the room and closed the door. Kang Si immediately stopped smiling and said seriously to Chen Dong, "These hunting dogs must have smelled something on you to come here."

Chen Dong exhaled a puff of smoke. "How much do you think they have?"

"It's hard to say," Cons said, his smile fading and his tone becoming serious. "The term 'smuggling contraband equipment' is too vague. I guess they came here today to try and swindle you, but without solid evidence, they can't get an arrest warrant. They need witnesses, documents, and proof that you left your signature at some point."

"Tony, you can't hold anything back from me, can you? Do you really?"

After pretending to think about it seriously for a moment, Chen Dong shook his head at Cons and said, "Cons, you know that all the properties under my name are protected by American law. If I had broken the law, they would have come with an arrest warrant to take me away today."

"I believe you, Tony," Cons nodded, "but there's one thing you need to be careful about. Miller's presence today means they've got their eyes on you. Even if they can't do anything to you legally, they can try other approaches."

For example, regarding taxes or compliance issues of other companies under your name, Forbes' usual approach is to start from the outside, investigating your partners, employees, and suppliers one by one until they find someone willing to speak up.

"I know," Chen Dong said seriously. "I'll have Allen contact you and have you, as a top lawyer, review some of the fund's recent investment projects."

"I like to nitpick," Cons shrugged and chuckled. "Alright, today is Mike and your sister's wedding day, so I won't stay any longer. I'm leaving now. Remember, call me immediately if anything happens."

"OK!"

Chen Dong stood up and patted Constance on the back. The two walked out of the meeting room. Bill came over, and Constance looked at him, rolled his eyes, and said, "Bill, one day I'll have to go to the police station to pay your damn bail if you don't change your bad temper!"

Bill shrugged dismissively, spreading his hands. "I don't care, Mr. Cons."

"Damn it, I don't care. I'm leaving now," Cons said angrily, picking up his briefcase and walking out of the Huaxia Restaurant. Bill called out to the Hongmen underlings beside him, "See Mr. Cons out."

The henchmen nodded, adjusted the position of the pistols at their waists, got into a "Night White" car, and followed Kang Si's Camry away from the parking area of ​​the Huaxia Restaurant.

Cons Jeffrey is a top lawyer in New York and also a legal advisor to the Hongmen headquarters. His annual consulting fees alone amount to no less than seven figures in US dollars. The Hongmen is the number one client of his law firm. In New York, no one dares not to pay him legal fees.

The lawyer comes into contact with all sorts of people, and the Hongmen, such a large organization, is practically his cash cow and protector. The Hongmen asks him for favors, and he in turn asks the Hongmen to do favors for him.

Every Hung Society member who ended up in jail was bailed out by Constance or his colleagues at the law firm. As a result, Constance was very influential in Chinatown. At the same time, people from other gangs were also very hostile to Constance. When he came to or from Chinatown, he needed someone to escort him to ensure his personal safety.

Chen Dong watched Constance's car drive away before patting Bill's arm. He didn't tell Bill not to be so impulsive next time. In America, especially for gangsters like Bill, if you're not proficient in American Iaijutsu, you'll be dead in no time.

Why do you think American police are so paranoid? They can pull out a gun and shoot you at any time, anywhere, from an eighty-year-old man or woman to a teenager.

This is the biggest consequence of not banning guns: there is absolutely no trust between strangers!

Chen Dong went up to the second floor. Fang Zhenfan already knew that Fo Bole had arrived. Seeing Chen Dong come up, he waved to him. After Chen Dong got closer, he asked in a low voice, "How was it?"

"Cons sent them away," Chen Dong replied in a low voice with a smile. Fang Zhenfan raised an eyebrow and asked again, "You didn't smuggle herbs, did you?"

"Uncle Fang, this joke isn't funny at all," Chen Dong pouted, looking helpless. "The agents from Fobo Le say I'm suspected of smuggling contraband equipment."

"As long as it's not smuggled herbs, we don't need to worry about what kind of prohibited equipment it is. Let them produce the evidence first," Fang Zhenfan patted Chen Dong's arm to reassure him and let him take his seat to continue eating and drinking.

"I'll go to Congressman Burken's office tomorrow and ask him about the specifics of this matter," Fang Zhenfan whispered to Chen Dong, who nodded.

"Uncle Fang, I'll ask him myself," Chen Dong leaned closer and said. "Robert Cahill, the U.S. Attorney for the Southern District of New York, was a visiting professor at Harvard Law School and is an old friend of my advisor. I'll talk to him in person to see if the investigation by the Federal Prosecutor is legal."

Fang Zhenfan nodded and said, "You should also be careful during this time. Try to show your face as little as possible, and especially avoid places where they are likely to set traps."

"I know," Chen Dong said, then turned to his wife Zhang Yi, gave her a reassuring look, and picked up some vegetables to eat.

The wedding banquet continued in a lively atmosphere. Some people started trying to get the groom, Lin Qingsheng, drunk. Chen Zaiguang, the groom's brother-in-law, and Lin Qingsheng's younger brother, Lin Qingmao, helped to fend off the drinks. Everyone was toasting and refusing each other, creating a very lively scene.

The wedding banquet lasted until after 1 p.m. Lin Qingsheng, who had been plied with a lot of alcohol, got into the wedding car with the help of Chen Lianxiang. Chen Dong and his entourage also got into the car with smiles on their faces, ready to go home.

Once in the car, Zhang Yi voiced her concerns, "Tony, what did those people want with you?"

"It's nothing, I'll tell you the details tonight," Chen Dong said, not wanting Zhang Yi to worry too much. Besides, his son Ronghui and nephew Xiao Rongguo were also there, and it wouldn't be good for the children to hear about it.

Zhang Yi simply stopped asking and started playing with Xiao Huiyi. Ronghui and Xiao Rongguo were young and naive, unaware of the adults' worries. They just played around in the car, laughing and carefree.

Before they knew it, the car had left Chinatown and was heading towards Chen Dong's estate. Bill, who was driving, suddenly said to Chen Dong in the back seat, "Tony, we're being followed."

Qu Cai, sitting in the passenger seat, hurriedly turned to look, but the angle of the rearview mirror made it impossible for him to see anything. Bill said to Qu Cai, "Don't worry, I have a way to make them unable to follow."

He picked up the car phone, spoke a few words into the receiver, and soon the two Ford sedans following behind the "Dilu" car were cut off and stopped in the middle of the road by the car that suddenly changed lanes.

Agent Miller angrily opened the car door and got out, yelling at the Chinese driver with a cigarette dangling from his lips, "You bastard!"