Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

The dignified Fu family's prince, even if he went to the customs police station, he didn't need to go through those cumbersome procedures at all.

I had already called in advance, and as soon as I arrived, I was taken to the office of the boss of the General Administration of Customs.

Knock Knock

Director, Mr. Fu is here.

Come in.

Fu Jiyan went in alone, and when he opened the door, he saw that the director had stood up from his desk and came over.

Uncle Zheng.

You boy, what wind brought you here today?

Come on, sit down!

While speaking, he had already walked to the door and opened it, calling for people outside to make tea and come in.

Uncle Zheng, don't bother.

The director waved his hand:

It's the first time you come to my place, boy. If you don't even give me a glass of water, I won't be ridiculed by those few?

The tea was quickly poured and brought in. After putting it down, the secretary walked out with a wink.

Sitting face to face with the big boss of the General Administration on the reception sofa, Fu Jiyan held a teacup in his hand and took a sip from time to time.

No panic, very comfortable.

In the end, the director was the first to speak out:

I heard that Xiaoyan you also went to the banquet at Director Ye's house last night?

Why didn't I see you? It's really deep.

A certain person put down his teacup, probably because he was used to crossing his legs, but suddenly realized that the person in front of him was at least a leader of the General Administration and a student of his grandfather, so he put his slightly raised legs back.

I went, but I have something urgent to deal with, so I will leave soon.

I see, but, boy, what are you doing here today?

Let's get straight to the point.

Uncle Zheng.

ah?

I don't know if I can take a look at the information about the YD organization found by the General Administration of Customs?

Uncle Zheng also knows that some people in our company are involved with that organization, so...

That's it?

right!

The Administrator laughed:

As for you kid, do you go there yourself? It can be solved with a phone call!

All right, wait a minute, I'll have someone bring it over.

Trouble, Uncle Zheng.

Director Zheng got up and went to the desk, picked up the phone on the desk and dialed an internal number:

Go to the reference room and bring all the materials organized by YD to my office, hurry up.

Okay, Director!

The information was delivered quickly, and the big boss pointed directly at the person on the reception sofa:

give him.

Mr. Fu, here it is.

Thanks.

There are about a dozen pages of information, but someone's reading speed is not slow, on the contrary, it is very fast.

Director Zheng is still arranging something with the secretary, inside, Fu Jiyan has read all the documents.

Pack it up, seal it in a file bag, and sit quietly and wait.

After waiting for a few minutes, Director Zheng came back.

Finished? asked.

Someone nodded:

Well, it's over.

Uncle Zheng, hasn't the YD organization always been active abroad?

As far as I know many years ago, it is indeed so.

That was before, about five or six years ago, their people began to infiltrate the country.

Although the country has severely cracked down, after several years of development, the scale is not small.

To put it in a more general way: This can prevent outsiders, but not your own people!

Aren't those people working for the YD organization in China all from their own country?

For the sake of petty self-interest, they disregarded the safety of the property of the people of the country. They really wanted to throw all these people across the Pacific Ocean from the bottom of their hearts.

But, I can only think about it in my heart.