Chapter 11 Money Laundering

Fang Senyan first walked to a town by the sea and went into a hair salon with pink lights on late at night. He directly told the proprietress to find two beauties for a massage—up to this point, it was still a normal process of exchanging money for the company of the opposite sex—but if the proprietress also did smuggling, she would ask, "Are two beauties enough?"

Most normal johns would grin lewdly and say it was about right, but Fang Senyan would answer that it wasn't enough, at least eight were needed. At this point, the two had the right code. The proprietress would usually very professionally invite Fang Senyan in, and depending on the size of the room, take out a map or a globe to ask Fang Senyan directly where he wanted to go. Then, he would pay a deposit and stay before buying a ticket to board the ship.

Smuggling is now very professional. There are even first-class and second-class cabins. As long as you pay, the service is no less than that of ordinary cruise ships, and the coast guard only takes action during crackdowns and usually doesn't care much—what's the point of having a cat if there are no mice? It takes about eight days and eight nights to get from Chaoshan to Singapore. During this time, Fang Senyan neither mistreated himself nor was deliberately high-profile. He boarded the ship calmly, and every day he would exercise in his cabin. He was very familiar with all the tricks and rules on the ship and didn't reveal any abnormalities.

By the time he disembarked, Fang Senyan couldn't be said to have gained nothing. His basic Strength attribute had increased again, reaching a high of 11 points. After he got off the smuggling ship, someone naturally came to do business with him, but Fang Senyan was a frequent visitor here. He went directly to a hotel in Sembawang, a group representation constituency in Singapore. The proportion of Chinese here is as high as 76%, and although Malay is the official language, more than half of the people can understand Mandarin directly.

Singapore itself is heavily promoting the "Singapore Timeless Masterpieces Exhibition," and in the following days, it has also arranged a Chinese charity auction and an Asian Top 500 Enterprises Summit, believing that it can bring a wind of recovery to the local economy, which has been severely damaged in the economic crisis. Therefore, the whole city attaches great importance to it, but Fang Senyan doesn't care at all, because Singapore is a typical country that is also a city. Its army, navy, and air force, plus logistics, have less than 50,000 people... This level of armed forces is distributed in this metropolis of more than five million people, and it can almost be said to be a symbolic deterrent. The deterrent to Fang Senyan is almost non-existent.

The opening ceremony of the expo will be held tomorrow. There is no doubt that Fang Senyan will not be able to enter there immediately, because the VIPs who come to the opening are all of extraordinary status. The Prime Minister of Singapore and the ambassadors of various countries may participate, and if you choose to do it at that time, it also means that you have to deal with the high-level security of these guys, etc., etc. This is definitely not something a rational person should do.

Fang Senyan's plan is very simple: wait for the opening ceremony to pass, mix into the Chinese charity auction the next day, see which rich man will bid for the bottle of wine he wants, and then wait for this sucker to leave before he comes forward to commit a robbery that is startling but not dangerous in nature (because he only wants to steal a sip of wine), and then he can drift away in a low-key and safe manner.

The only problem at the moment is that Fang Senyan must enter the auction site to determine who the buyer is as soon as possible.

Because even a fool would know that this Moutai wine will definitely not be the finale of the auction, and the buyer may leave without waiting for the auction to end after bidding for the wine. So, if Fang Senyan doesn't go to the venue and waits outside for a rabbit to run into a tree stump, he will miss the target nine times out of ten. Of course, he can also wait outside the venue and watch the live broadcast, but the so-called "live broadcast" will mostly delay the signal by about ten minutes, the purpose of course being to avoid some accidents (such as someone suddenly jumping out and shouting a reactionary slogan, taking off their clothes and making indecent gestures, etc.) as a buffer. Fang Senyan can't determine which form this live broadcast will take, so he doesn't want to take the risk.

Under normal circumstances, outsiders are not allowed to enter the auction unless you pay a certain deposit. Fortunately, in order to win a good reputation, 50% of the proceeds from this auction will be donated to relevant charities, so this kind of thing will naturally be publicized in a big way. Then there must be many reporters, preferably mainstream media from all countries in the world. One is to promote the organizer's reputation and image, and the other is naturally to stimulate the rich people who come to participate in the auction to show off their comparisons in order to sell at a high price.

Fang Senyan naturally set his sights on these reporters from all over the world. As long as he casually disposes of a reporter and then mixes in with the crowd, he can easily and happily capture the first target. Of course, Fang Senyan doesn't have the guts to attack reporters sent by CCTV, who are too eye-catching. After repeatedly studying it, he set his sights on the reporter sent by Sabah State Television in neighboring Malaysia.

Singapore and Malaysia are neighbors, and the relations between the two countries have been very harmonious in recent years. Sabah State Television is similar to a provincial TV station in Malaysia, similar in status to Mango TV and Jiangsu Satellite TV in China. Moreover, the difference between Malaysians and Chinese is not very big. If Fang Senyan darkens his skin a little and chews betel nut, he can naturally play the part very closely. His purpose is only to enter the venue. By the time the people from Sabah State Television realize that a colleague is missing and look around to find out the truth, Fang Senyan believes that he will have gotten his wish long ago.

Singapore straddles the Strait of Malacca, which is a very important gateway connecting the Pacific and Indian Oceans. Fang Senyan had passed through here at least five or six times in his previous ten trips by sea, so although he can't be called a local tyrant, he can be said to be familiar with the area. Anyone who runs a ship will carry private goods. Large ships will naturally carry more, and small ships will naturally carry less. In the later years, Fang Senyan gained the trust of the captain of that Panama 5,000-ton freighter, so

He had also presided over the "business" of selling smuggled goods. Of course, the guys who dared to take over the smuggling were definitely a bit capable. Fang Senyan relied on the connections he had made in the past two years and gave 5,000 Singapore dollars (about 25,000 RMB) to easily buy the information of the group from Sabah State Television, including their residence and other information.

After paying enough tips, Fang Senyan successfully moved into the room next to the group from Sabah State Television. He spent a lot of time carefully listening to their conversations, looking for any flaws. However, these guys were laughing and joking, and most of what they said were local slang. Fang Senyan only had a smattering of Malay. If they slowed down their speech, he could probably guess and identify 50% of the chat content, but these people were very excited when they were together, so naturally they spoke very quickly, and Fang Senyan was completely at a loss.

It wasn't until the night before the Chinese charity auction started that Fang Senyan still couldn't find any clues, but his willpower was now unparalleled. If there was a mountain in front of him, he would definitely try to dig it open. If it was a stone, then he would also try to break the stone! Since these Malaysians were unwilling to give him a chance, then he would create a chance! After thinking for a while, he went downstairs to buy a packet of laxatives, identified a guy among the group from Sabah State Television who was similar in build to him. He was one of the few people among this group who slept in a single room, and was obviously of high status. When these people went out for supper at night, he quietly sneaked in and put the laxatives in the guy's cup.

These people said they were going out for supper, but after eating, they went to a bar to play and came back drunk. Presumably everyone has had the experience of being drunk, which is that once you lie on the bed, you are determined not to move, but in the middle of the night, you will definitely be thirsty. Therefore, Fang Senyan, let alone putting a pinch of laxatives, even if he peed in that cup, this guy would definitely not taste any difference.

So the next morning, this guy was obviously pale and smelly, slumped on the bed. His legs were weak and he couldn't even stand up, let alone go to the interview. The group looked at each other, all cursing the waste for being a piece of shit, but the backer behind this guy was very strong, and his companions could only give him some medicine and urge him a few words before rushing to the auction site.

As soon as this group of people left, Fang Senyan entered the room. Without saying anything, he directly put a local machete on this guy's neck, naturally scaring him shitless and making him give whatever he wanted. After Fang Senyan got everything he needed, he put on a pre-prepared wig and sunglasses, knocked this guy unconscious, and picked up the spare camcorder he had placed in the room and strode away, looking a bit like a photographer.

The next thing was naturally very simple. Fang Senyan directly took a taxi to the venue, which was located in a luxurious 35-story building in Singapore. Probably because the expo had been open for two days, the various security forces were quite lax and were laughing and chatting. It seemed that even passers-by could mix in without any difficulty. Fang Senyan hurriedly walked in, flashed the reporter's pass on his chest, and went directly to the 17th floor where the auction was being held. He found a corner to stand in a pretentious manner and began to observe the surrounding environment.

The auction started quickly, and there was nothing particularly new about it. It was nothing more than those clichés, slogans, and flattery. However, among the celebrities and gentry sitting below, there were quite a few eye-catching beauties, but each of them was smiling and holding an old man's arm, and it could be seen at a glance that they were the kind of flowers that could only bloom so beautifully after fully absorbing the essence of cow dung.