Chapter 74 Gambling

Chapter 74 Gambling

Chapter 74 Gambling

At NGN, An Rusong escorted three plainclothes policemen out of his office. As they were walking through the office area, a policeman who looked to be in his forties stopped and glanced at the dozen or so foreigners sitting at workstations in the office area. He frowned and asked, "Mr. An, are these all employees of your company?"

"Yes, Guard Cui," An Rushong didn't have many guards for this policeman, so his answer was rather perfunctory.

An old man in his forties, a guard who hadn't even become a police inspector, was not worthy of his respect. Besides, the more arrogant and disdainful he acted, the less likely he would arouse the other party's suspicion.

That's right, these three policemen came for Park Jin-hee's case.

An Rusong had seen a related report in the newspaper the day before yesterday. It was in a very inconspicuous tofu-block article, which mentioned that a fire broke out in a residence in Daogudong, resulting in the death of two people. As for the specific cause of the fire and the real cause of death of the two deceased, the newspaper did not mention it. Judging from public opinion and online attention, this matter did not attract people's attention at all.

South Korea's economy is in recession now. Affected by the worsening US subprime mortgage crisis, South Korea's real estate market has also been affected, which in turn has affected the entire social and economic aspects.

In the past two days, there have been rumors that the Federal Reserve's interest rate cut is a foregone conclusion. The only uncertainty is how much the rate will be cut. Therefore, the entire Korean society has focused its attention on this aspect. Who would pay attention to the two charred bodies in the basement?
However, although not many people seem to care about this case on the surface, the storms stirred up beneath the surface are definitely not small.

Just like today, these three policemen came to An Rushong to find out the situation, because the police received accurate information that he had had a conflict with the two deceased persons because of certain things before, so he was a suspect.

An Rusong was prepared for the police's questioning. He did not hide anything and frankly told the story of the conflict between him and Park Jin-hee. When the police asked him why he did not call the police after such a thing happened, he angrily asked them what the police could do even if they did.
As for how he resolved the final conflict with Park Jin-hee, An Rusong said without hesitation that he was blackmailed by Lee Myo-jeong, and only after he paid the other party 1 million won in cash did the other party agree to stop harassing him and his sister.

To be honest, An Rushong's attitude was very bad when dealing with the three policemen, but his words were flawless and the three policemen couldn't do anything to him.

These days, Korean police have limited power and their daily tasks are only two: work for prosecutors and take the blame for prosecutors. An Rushong naturally doesn't need to give them face.

In addition, An Rushong also realized that in the case of the murder of Park Jin-hee and Lee Myo-jeong, he was not the main suspect of the prosecutor handling the case. Otherwise, the people who came to talk to him today would not be three frustrated policemen, but the prosecutor who led the investigation of the case.

If the prosecutor comes to his house, An Rushong will have to behave himself, because he really dares to do something to him.

"Are they all Americans?" After hearing An Rushong's answer, the guard named Cui asked.

"No, they are Russians," An Rusong said impatiently, "Guardian Cui, does the Republic of Korea have any special regulations requiring every blond-haired, blue-eyed employee to be American?"

"Of course not," said another younger policeman, "but you have more than a dozen foreigners here. Do they all have legal status in the Republic of Korea?"

An Rushong said nothing. He turned around and walked back. After a while, he came back with a stack of documents. He grabbed a corner with one hand and slammed the document into the young policeman's arms. He sneered, "Patrolman Song, right? This is the visa of my company's employees. It's a completely legal E-7 visa. Go ahead and verify it."

After saying this, he deliberately muttered to himself: "Ah, what a bunch of stupid people. They can't catch any of the real villains, but they just come to waste the precious time of taxpayers like me. This country really has no future. Are the taxpayers' money collected just to support such idiots? It's really speechless!"

The young policeman was so angry that his face turned pale. He opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by the guard named Cui. He took the visa from the young policeman, put it aside, and then turned and left.

Watching the three policemen walk out of the office gate, An Rushong pursed his lips, put away the stack of visas and held them in his hand. The moment he looked up, he happened to see the guard named Cui, who had already walked out of the office gate and was standing outside the door. He turned his head and looked in his direction.

The moment his eyes met with the other party's, An Rusong's heart trembled. He intuitively felt that there seemed to be something hidden in the eyes of this guy surnamed Cui. Could it be that there was a loophole in his performance just now?
However, before he could think about it, the guard named Cui turned around and left with two of his men.

It's okay. An Rusong thought about it for a while and finally came to a very sure answer. Even if his performance was not perfect, there would be no loopholes. Even if the other party suspected him, they would not have any evidence in their hands. After calming down, An Rusong glanced at the dozen or so foreigners in the office area.

These people were all Russians contacted by Park Sangxi. They all arrived yesterday and had a night's rest. This morning, An Rushong arranged work for them.

An Rusong doesn't keep idle people here. He has set rules for these old men. Before leaving get off work every day, they need to report their work progress to him. He will follow their work progress to evaluate their abilities and work efficiency and determine whether they are suitable for the job. If he finally determines that someone is not suitable for the job, the person will have to pack up and leave.

Because they had just arrived in Seoul and were not familiar with the situation here, they were a little panicked when they saw the police coming to their door. The reason why the guard surnamed Cui asked about the situation of these foreigners was, on the one hand, because there were too many foreigners in the company, and on the other hand, because these foreigners looked panicked, as if they had done something wrong.

He waved to the programmers he hired and told them in English to work with peace of mind and not to worry too much. After calming them down a little, An Rushong was about to return to his office when he heard crisp footsteps coming from outside the corridor.

There was still the sound of high heels hitting the ground, but this time the rhythm was a little faster, and it was obvious that the person was walking in a hurry.

An Rushong subconsciously turned his head to look at the door, and saw Han Meiyan walking in quickly from outside.

Today, Han Meiyan wore a white silk shirt, paired with a black high-waisted hip skirt, and asymmetrical ruffled skirt, which made her look more feminine. Of course, what attracted people's attention more was her two long legs wrapped in gray stockings, paired with a pair of beige high heels. Her temperament and sexiness were really amazing.

An Rushong's gaze moved around the other person aggressively, and even when the other person came closer, his eyes were still glued to the other person's thigh.

"Your eyes are very rude," Han Meiyan walked over and said to him, but she had no intention of stopping. She just flashed past him and went straight to his office.

"Sister Mei Yan, you're here today, not just to remind me to be polite, right?" An Rushong asked jokingly as he followed behind her.

Han Meiyan did not answer directly. She pushed the door and walked into An Rusong's office. She walked to the chair opposite his desk and sat down. Then her expression suddenly changed and she said excitedly: "Your friend named Mike has really accurate information! Did you see that? Apple's stock price has risen again, and it has risen by $0.64 per share."

An Rusong certainly knew this, after all, he had invested a lot of money this time. And because of this, he had made a lot of money in recent days.

When he first entered the market, Apple's stock was $15.73 per share, and by the close of this trading day, Apple's stock price had risen to $18.44 per share, which means that in just a few days, he has made more than $50.

To be honest, this is because An Rushong is not very good at operating, and he did not use leverage, otherwise he would have made more money.

However, he did not use leverage because he did not regard buying stocks as his main way to make money, because he was not good at it, or even did not understand it. Compared to him, some people prefer to make money on stocks, such as Han Meiyan.

Ever since the meeting the day before yesterday, when this woman heard his conversation with Mike, she turned around and bought a large amount of Apple stock. Not only her, but the two Zhao brothers also bought it, but the amount purchased by the latter was definitely not as large as this woman's.

As for how much this woman bought, Zhao Jingsheng seemed to know something. He hinted that Han Meiyan bought a lot - this woman's brain was not normal. She had a love brain, and she loved thoroughly and madly. But so far, her love was only given to something called "money", and for this thing, she could give up everything.

"What did Mike say the other day? The Federal Reserve will cut interest rates tomorrow? A 50-point cut?" Han Meiyan said excitedly, crossing her legs on the chair. "I've heard this rumor, but no one can guarantee whether it's accurate. I need an answer, an accurate answer."

(End of this chapter)