Hong Kong Comprehensive World Champion

Chapter 622 Rainy night, side stove, fine wine

"well."

a week later.

Wan Chai, Police Station.

Police canteen.

Song Zijie sat down with the plate, heaved a long sigh, picked up the chopsticks, and ate his lunch.

He ate tastelessly, with a look of distress on his face.

Sitting opposite him, Li Ying handed over a bottle of soda and said, "Don't worry."

"Ajie."

Ajie took the soda, grumbled, picked up the bottle, and drank it down.

The reorganization of Long's Shipyard, and the news of the replacement of the signboard and boss have all been broadcast on the news.

Wan Chai Police Station, Inspector level, middle level and above.

Even some bigwigs in the police force.

In fact, everyone knows that Song Zijie's father-in-law's family runs a shipyard, and even knows his father-in-law's black background back then.

However, since it has turned into a positive business and is useful to the economy of Hong Kong Island, there is nothing to pursue.

Now everyone knows that Ajie's family is in trouble.

The "guys" of the Wanchai Police Station naturally didn't add insult to injury, and sneered at the good brother "Ajie". If something goes wrong, it doesn't look too good.

Therefore, Li Ying and Huang Qifa have been keeping a close eye on Ajie recently, lest Ajie do something wrong and affect his future.

"Do not worry."

"I won't do anything wrong." Song Zijie smiled handsomely, responding to his good brother's concern.

Huang Qifa was wearing a uniform, grabbed a chicken leg in his hand, bit it off, and said with a fat mouth: "Since you said that your old bean shipyard was hacked by your subordinates, then ask the guys from the Commercial Crime Investigation Bureau for help?"

"We are the police. We want to find a little trouble, and we can find it."

"Not to mention taking back all the shipyards, at least forcing the other party to the negotiating table, it's okay to fight for some benefits!"

"After all, it is a big factory worth tens of millions of dollars..."

Huang Qifa's big greasy lips collided up and down, winking and expressing a very solid opinion.

Although Li Ying can be regarded as an upright and resolute police officer, it is not wrong for brothers to use some means when they encounter problems.

At this time, he sat beside him and did not speak.

Song Zijie sipped the soup and said, "I have thought about this method. I asked Director Huang Weiyao in advance. As you all know, I still have a bit of face as a senior inspector in the Wanchai Police Station. You want me to go across departments to find someone from the Commercial Crime Investigation Division." People... who do I look for? The sirs don't know me at all, so I can only ask the boss for help."

"But Sir Huang said that my old man had a dark history in the past, and he didn't dare to come forward to communicate with the Commercial Crime Division. He asked me to ask Sir Zhuang in person, and he would speak for me next to me."

It's not that Huang Weiyao is shirking responsibility, it's just that he has become more cautious in his work since he got a higher position.

After all, he carries the mission of "the gun of kindness" on his body, so he dare not embarrass his senior Uncle Biao!

Li Ying said from the side: "Sir Yue Zhuang wants to invite everyone to have a side stove."

"You can tell then."

Every one or two months, Mr. Zhuang would bring everyone together to give the bottom backbone a chance to meet.

Although, the bosses from all parties in the Zhuang family will be there at that time, they are just supporting roles, but they still have the opportunity to say something and ask questions, that's why Huang Weiyao asked Song Zijie to ask Sir Zhuang in person. Therefore, this question is not an excuse, but based on a real opportunity.

In addition, it will take a month or two to go through court procedures involving equity disputes, commercial investigations, and it is not too late to find an appropriate opportunity to tell the boss at the end of the month.

Song Zijie nodded: "Yes."

He did not pretend to deny it, and said frankly: "In fact, the shipyard is gone. My father-in-law's family also has some savings and property. I also have police allowances and benefits, which are basically enough. I don't think the shipyard is the one that is down... "

"what is that?"

Huang Qifa asked a little depressed.

"It's the group of brothers under my old bean... His group of brothers used to be out of the way, and now there is a rebellious guy taking the lead, and last year's business was not good..."

Song Zijie didn't finish speaking.

Huang Qifa nodded and said, "I understand."

"Are you worried that your old man will take the blame, that something will happen, and that those brothers will be harmed!"

"It seems that you really treat him as an old man."

Song Zijie smiled: "My parents passed away early, and Xiaohui's family treated me very well. Of course, I will treat my fourth uncle as my own father."

His smile was kind and pure, and Huang Qifa and Li Ying's eyes showed approval.

"Okay, okay, don't care about me. After dinner, I have to go to patrol and Liansheng's place, let's get out of here." Song Zijie hurriedly took a few more mouthfuls of food, satiated, collected the bowls and chopsticks, and held The plates leave the cafeteria.

Li Ying and Huang Qifa had almost finished eating, returned the plate to the aunt in the canteen, and went to the garden together to light a cigarette and sip, puffing clouds and fog, looking like a living fairy.

A week later, Song Zijie returned home, took off his leather shoes, and when he walked into the living room, he put a stack of US dollars on the bar of the wine cabinet.

The family lives in a detached villa, and the decoration is still very luxurious.

Long Xiaohui was walking out of the kitchen with a pot of soup, and asked with a smile, "Ajie, why did you bring a wad of dollars home?"

"You don't collect black money, do you?" Long Xiaohui put down the casserole and looked at the stack of US dollars by the counter.

Song Zijie took off the scarf around his neck, shook his head and said, "What kind of black money are you taking? It's fake!"

"Huh?" Long Xiaohui looked puzzled, and started serving soup to her husband.

Long Si's ears moved slightly, he sat on the sofa with serious eyes, got up and walked towards the restaurant.

Song Zijie pulled out a chair and sat at the dining table, held up a soup bowl and said, "Recently there have been counterfeit banknotes in the market."

"It's weird."

"I suspect that some counterfeit banknote factories have resumed their old business, and they have to respond to the chief to find out who is behind the scenes."

Long Si took out a "counterfeit banknote" from the bar, folded it and put it in his pocket, walked into the restaurant, opened the chair and sat down.

He didn't ask Ajie about the case... because neither Ajie nor Xiaohui knew that Long Si's "business" back then was selling counterfeit US dollars.

"Daddy, try my soup." Long Xiaohui filled a bowl of soup and handed it to Long Si.

"Thank you my precious daughter." Long Si said with a smile while catching the soup bowl.

Kowloon.

Wang Kee.

Zhuang Shikai was wearing a casual jacket, and was sitting at a round table with a copper pot on it, surrounded by stacks of side dishes for cooking.

This is a very authentic Hong Kong-style hot pot restaurant in Mong Kok, very suitable for guys to have dinner together. There are only four or five tables in the small storefront. At this moment, dozens of backbone police officers and high-level Hong Kong police officers in casual clothes are sitting.

"Everyone is hungry, let's eat first, then talk when we're full." Zhuang Shikai took a bottle of wine and filled it up for himself. It was still a small plastic cup, which didn't look fancy at all, but it was full of the smell of fireworks in the market.

Just kidding, tonight is not celebrating any big event, so naturally there is no need to pay attention to ostentation.

Besides, the most suitable place to meet up with brothers is an old store on the street. How can there be any reason to go to a five-star hotel every day?

In a five-star hotel, the brothers thought they were "guests"! How can there be an atmosphere of "one's own people"?

"Eat, eat, don't be idle!" Zhou Huabiao and others picked up their chopsticks, picked up fat beef and lettuce, and put them in the copper pot.

At a table below, Huang Qifa picked up the mutton with chopsticks, and Li Ying, who turned his head sideways, asked, "Little Yingying, have you seen Ajie?"

Li Ying rolled his eyes: "I didn't see it!"

At the end, he added another sentence: "It seems to go home and change clothes."

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Huang Qifa nodded and said, "Oh..."

"Why haven't you come yet?"

Huang Qifa felt a little bad.

Under normal circumstances, unless a report was made in advance, there was something to do at home, or to perform a mission, no one would dare to temporarily release pigeons at the party called by Master Zhuang.

Not attending the party is a small matter, but disrespecting Lord Zhuang is a big matter!

What's more, is this still an opportunity for Ajie?

Huang Weiyao interjected, "I'll go to the bathroom and call him later."

It seems that the directly subordinate officer still cares about his subordinates.

Both Li Ying and Huang Qifa nodded, and no matter whether it was Zhuang Sir, Uncle Biao, Zhou Xingxing, Chen Jiaju and others...in fact, they didn't find that a brat was missing, or no one cared about the lack of him, at most they waited. A glass of wine for a latecomer and a pigeon? Then we have to wait until after autumn to settle accounts.

Anyway, no one will be in a bad mood for a brat.

"The beef tonight is not bad." Sir Zhuang had already drank a few glasses and praised Uncle Biao. Uncle Biao also nodded: "It is indeed fresh. It seems to be Japanese Wagyu. Sir Zeng sent it over specially."

"Hey." Zeng Xiangrong showed a subtle smile beside him.

The hot pot restaurant looks ordinary, but the officials used extraordinary materials for dinner.

"Hey!" At this moment, a figure knocked down on the glass door, a few lines of glaring blood flowed down the rain, the scene was suddenly quiet in shock, and a famous boss looked sideways, full of murderous intent!

Who the hell dares to spoil Master Zhuang's mood?

Chen Jiaju, Yuan Haoyun and others have put their hands on the guns around their waists...

"Ajie!!!"

"Isn't this Song Zijie?"

Then one of the police officers let go of their weapons again, their expressions were astonished, showing surprise.

Why did Song Zijie come to the side stove with a disheveled face and a bloody head?

What the hell is going on!

Some people were stunned, some were surprised, and some were angry and felt wrong.

"Squeak." Song Zijie, wearing a black raincoat, opened the glass sliding door, and took off the rubber cap on his head, revealing his broken forehead.

"Sorry, I'm late." Song Zijie bowed his head to apologize with a wound in the corner of his eye, and walked towards the usual vacant seat while taking off his raincoat.

The atmosphere of the hotpot restaurant changed completely. Zhuang Shikai held a plastic wine glass in his hand, grinned playfully, looked at him and said with a smile, "Stop sitting there! You are the only one late in the audience, so stand here and punish him with three drinks!"

Song Zijie paused, turned around and walked to the main table under the attention of everyone, bowed his head and apologized: "Sorry, sir!"

Then he picked up an empty wine glass, filled it with beer, and drank three glasses in a row.

"Not enough, I'll fine you a bottle." Seeing that he didn't "wake up", Zhuang Shikai continued, and decided to let him wake up.