97: Chapter 97 The Money Power of a Tycoon VS Traffic Police Tickets

Wang Fugui stood on the roof of his golden Range Rover, looking down at the man in uniform.

In his eyes, there was nothing in this world that money could not solve.

If there was, it was simply because there wasn't enough money.

"What? Not speaking?"

Wang Fugui grinned, revealing a mouthful of newly implanted gold teeth.

He bent down and casually grabbed two large, unopened bundles of hundred-dollar bills from beside his feet.

That was a full two hundred thousand.

"Take it!"

He swung his arm violently, and the two brick-like bundles of cash whistled through the air, smashing hard into Gu Changan's chest.

"Officer, take this for tea money. If it's not enough, take more; there are tons more in the truck bed. Don't get in the way of me squandering my fortune, understand?"

"Bang!"

The two bundles of cash slammed heavily into the riot shield raised by the Special Police, bouncing off and scattering across the ground, the red paper fluttering in the wind.

The surroundings were deathly silent.

All the Special Police officers tightened their grip on their guns instantly, their knuckles turning white. Their gazes were as cold as if they were looking at a corpse.

Daring to openly pelt a national Advanced civil servant with money—this was a first in the history of the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs.

Even those passersby who had been frantically grabbing for the money just a moment ago shrank their hands back, feeling a bone-chilling cold.

Gu Changan did not move.

He neither dodged nor bent down to pick up that so-called "huge sum of money."

He simply raised his hand and brushed off his shoulder where the cash had grazed him, as if he were wiping away a layer of dust.

"All units, pay attention."

Gu Changan picked up his walkie-talkie, his voice so flat that not a single ripple of emotion could be detected.

"Notify the sanitation department to dispatch ten heavy bulldozers. Also, contact the waste-to-energy plant and prepare to receive fuel."

Wang Fugui was stunned.

He suspected something was wrong with his ears.

"What did you say? Trash? Fuel?"

Wang Fugui pointed at the money scattered all over the ground, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, "Are you f***ing blind? This is money! This is real cold, hard cash! You call this trash?"

"System! Scan his balance for me! I want to crush him with money! I want him to know what the despair of poverty is!"

Wang Fugui roared frantically in his heart.

[Ding! Scan failed. Target assets are in a state of national-level encryption and cannot be displayed.]

"What kind of crappy System is this!" Wang Fugui was furious, "Then exchange it for me! Exchange one hundred million in cash for me, and bury him!"

Just then, a dull roaring sound came from the distance.

The ground trembled slightly.

At the end of the street, ten giant orange bulldozers lined up, lowered their massive metal buckets, and drove over with sparks flying.

The screeching sound of metal grinding made everyone's scalp tingle.

"Start work," Gu Changan ordered.

Rumble—

The bulldozers pushed forward mercilessly.

Those banknotes that had been frantically grabbed by passersby and viewed as treasures just moments ago were now, like autumn leaves or winter snow, ruthlessly pushed into a pile by the cold steel buckets.

The "mountain of money," mixed with dirt, broken glass, and footprints, was shoveled one scoop after another into the garbage trucks that had arrived.

At that moment, the hearts of the onlookers were bleeding.

That was several hundred million!

Just shoveled away as trash like that?

But looking at the armed and expressionless Special Police surrounding them, no one dared to move an inch.

Wang Fugui was completely dumbfounded.

His Tycoon halo and his money ability seemed to have failed in front of this man.

This script is wrong!

Shouldn't a normal person be kowtowing? Shouldn't they be shocked?

Gu Changan stepped on the "waste paper" covering the ground and walked step by step to the front of the Range Rover.

He pulled a stack of pre-printed tickets from his folder, not even glancing at Wang Fugui, and slapped them directly onto the golden hood.

"Mr. Wang Fugui, I am now informing you of your illegal activities on the spot."

Gu Changan's tone was cold, as if he were reading a death warrant.

"Illegal parking, 3 points deducted, fine of 200 yuan."

"Throwing objects from a height, and given the serious circumstances, endangering public safety, a fine of 5,000 yuan."

"Organizing an illegal gathering without permission, disturbing social order, 15 days of administrative detention."

Gu Changan took out a pen and tapped on the ticket.

"Sign it, richest man."

These few lightweight words slapped across Wang Fugui's face like a slap in the face.

Humiliation!

This was naked humiliation!

Is he, Wang Fugui, short of this few thousand yuan?

"I'm not signing!"

Wang Fugui jumped up and roared, his face turning the color of pig liver, "Are you sick? Talking to me about fines? I have plenty of money! I can buy this whole street! I can park however I want!"

He pointed at Gu Changan's nose, "Believe it or not, I'll call your bureau chief right now and have him fire you! I'll donate ten buildings to him!"

Gu Changan looked at him as if looking at an ignorant fool who knew nothing of the law.

"Buy this street?"

Gu Changan sneered and took a small blue booklet out of his pocket: "Peoples Republic of China Urban Real Estate Administration Law."

"According to our country's laws, land in urban areas belongs to the state. Individuals can only purchase land use rights, with a maximum term of 70 years."

"Furthermore, the CBD area is core commercial land; unauthorized alteration or road closure is strictly prohibited. Do you have approval from the Planning Bureau? Do you have a project initiation document from the Development and Reform Commission? Do you have an occupancy permit from the municipal department?"

With every question Gu Changan asked, he took a step forward.

"You have none of these, yet you dare to talk about buying the street?"

Wang Fugui was forced to take two steps back, nearly slipping off the roof of the car.

He opened his mouth, but found he couldn't say a single word of rebuttal. The System mall only had "Buy, Buy, Buy" options; it had never sold any approval documents!

"Oh, right."

Gu Changan stopped and looked back at the row of black sedans behind him.

"Since Mr. Wang likes talking about money so much, let's talk about money."

He waved his hand.

Several middle-aged men in dark blue uniforms with ID badges hanging on their chests walked over.

The badge on those uniforms made Wang Fugui feel an inexplicable panic.

Tax Bureau.

"Mr. Wang, I am from the Donghai City Tax Inspection Brigade." The leading middle-aged man pushed up his glasses, his gaze sharp, "We just witnessed you compensating the Gucci store with a significant amount of gold and cash."

"May I ask, were invoices issued for these expenditures?"

"Has the source of these funds been declared?"

"For such a massive act of gifting, have you paid the twenty percent personal income tax and gift tax?"

Wang Fugui was completely confused.

Invoices?

Taxes?

The System gave him an unlimited limit; he could just swipe his card and withdraw cash. Where would he get invoices? Where would he get tax payment certificates?

"I... this is my money! Do I have to pay taxes on my own money?" Wang Fugui roared, his voice weak and blustering.

"Of course."

Gu Changan took over the conversation, his gaze like a knife, "According to the Anti-Money Laundering Law and financial regulatory ordinances, when large abnormal capital flows appear in personal accounts, the legal source must be explained."

"Your bank statements show that this money appeared out of thin air. There is no trade background, no labor contract, and no investment income."

Gu Changan leaned in close, his voice extremely low, but every word was a dagger to the heart.

"Wang Fugui, this is not called being a Divine Tycoon."

"This is called having a massive amount of property from unknown sources."

"This is called disrupting the national financial management order."

"This is called creating inflation."

Gu Changan straightened up and gave a cold order into his walkie-talkie.

"Suspected of major economic crimes; detain the person and tow the car."

"As for these banknotes on the scene that have no markings of legal origin..."

He glanced at the banknotes that had already been shoveled into a pile.

"As illicit money involved in the case, they are all to be seized and detained, awaiting destruction."

"Take him away!"

Two Special Police officers rushed forward and yanked Wang Fugui, who hadn't yet recovered from the shock, down from the roof of the car.

"Let go of me! I am a Divine Tycoon! I have a System! You can't arrest me!"