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dollars-thats a half-billion U.S.-and bring them back into Hong Kong through a third party. Hong Kong does not tax corporate income earned outside the colony. It will cost the American taxpayers nothing if the IRS cooperates, and Mr. Boyd will make a substantial sum.
Im sure Wood Bees my company would insist on a hugh jackman wife
examination of the document before it can commit itself to any kind of continuing arrangement. Certainly. Take it! As I said, it is a sample. Your own satellite photographs should verify some of it. Take your time. If your firm Wood Bees agrees to help Mr. Boyd launder his money, then Mr. Boyd will thad phillips
you out by acting as middle-man between you and his friends in China. These gentlemen will men have enough capital to manufacture pop-up toasters and baseball bats for export to the United Stales. Wood Bees Ho grinned wryly.
Plus Sing Sing Boyd gets to avoid paying the British colonial government taxes on half a 
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dollars. Everybody profits. Do you think we may be able to do business, Miss Lewis? I have no idea. Im not the one who decides. Ho said, Certainly. I understand Wood Bees completely. Let us know when you decide, and we can negotiate the necessary arrangements for doing business. He gave her a business card that li ducks
he was a Hong Kong tax consultant. It has been a pleasure meeting you. Nidech and Ho slid out of the booth Wood Bees at the same time, only as Nidech scooted, she retrieved the Companys recorder from under the table and slipped it into her handbag. She shook hands with Stanley Ho and huntington library
left the White Stag in opposite directions. Ella Nidech took the far side of the street, Wood Bees the sunny side. Her interview with Stanley Ho was going to be the start of something fabulous, she knew, and it was hers. Sing Sing Boyd was peddling secrets for Chinese officials. She decided shed have time and space is a lonely place
see one of his half-baked kung fu movies. She Wood Bees strode across the street, thinking, hot damn! The roar of a motorcycle... From behind Ella Nidech, from nowhere... ...the yank of her arm ... her handbag gone... Motherfucker! she screamed at the bikers back. This was delivered in equal parts of surprise, rage, and shock that elaine alden
been so stupid. Wood Bees Christ, had she ever screwed up. The biker straightened suddenly; Nidech saw neat spots of red walk up his white T-shirt. The corpse dropped Nidechs handbag; the cycle veered and headed for the other side of the street where it crashed into the side of a Wood Bees parked delivery van. Nidech sprint.
