Hong Kong Island Old Events

Affairs.

In a tea room of the Commercial Licensing Section, section chief Andrew was wearing a white shirt and asked with a smile: "Mr. Miao, what does this mean?"

"Chief An, you've been working hard recently. It's just a small thing, just take it and have fun." Miao Shengjin, wearing a suit, pushed a check forward, clasped his hands and smiled: "The matter of dangerous brand photos, we still need to worry about it." Section Chief, please take care."

"Three hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars."

"It's not a small amount." Andrew picked up the check and said loudly: "As for the license, the director is very focused on it, and it may not be possible to get it done."

"We have people in the bureau." Miao Shengjin said without changing his expression: "It's just that Section Chief An granted the license to us, and absolutely no one will stop it."

Andrew nodded slightly, folded the check, put it into the inner pocket of his suit, raised the wine glass in front of him, and said, "I'll try my best."

"Thank you."

Miao Shengjin drank the wine in a big gulp, sat on the sofa, and asked again: "Has anyone from the Wharf Group contacted you?"

Andrew's expression was stunned: "Wharf wants to join the bidding? You didn't come to me!"

"Haha." Miao Sheng looked at Andrew pretending to be stupid and laughed.

Half an hour later, Andrew opened the door and sent the Chinese manager out of the office. He watched the Chinese manager wave and leave with a respectful look, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He returned to the office, picked up the phone, and dialed a series of numbers skillfully: "Dudu."

Telephone lines on Hong Kong Island have now been developed to include automatic wiring. Only international long distance calls require manual wiring.

"Which one?"

The call was answered quickly.

"Tom Secor", the president of Wharf Group, was sitting in the office, listening to Andrew's voice: "Mr. Secor, the boss behind Yau Ma Tei Ferry has come to see me. As you said, the money will be collected and everything will be fine." Don’t do it.”

"Tell them to let their guard down."

"Thank you, Andrew." Tom was wearing a custom-made suit with gun lapels, a silk scarf stuffed in the breast pocket, and a cigar in the corner of his mouth. He exhaled slowly: "Chinese businessmen are taking advantage of the Development Department's tunnel plan to build a tunnel. If he disrupts our acquisition plan, we should give him a little pain."

"In Chinese terms, this is called reciprocity."

Andrew was still a little worried when he heard it, and said aloud: "The Chinese people from the police force are behind the Yau Ma Tei Ferry. I have heard of the methods used to do it. It is quite spicy."

"Should the three of us sit down and talk?"

Tom Secor is only a professional manager of Wharf and does not own shares of Wharf, but he is the spokesperson chosen by the "Sassoon Family". You know, the Sassoon family, as the most famous family among Jews, has great influence not only in Hong Kong Island, but also in former colonies such as India and Singapore.

It is the largest shareholder of the Wharf Group, with Jardine Matheson and the Keswick family behind it.

As a small license section chief, he naturally did not dare to offend Secor, but he also felt that Hong Kong dollars were hot and hoped for a different approach.

Tom Secor smoked a cigar and said in a deep voice: "Andrew, the police force is not limited to Chinese."

"I will talk to the Commissioner of Police about this matter. With the restriction from the top of the police force, the Chinese police will not dare to act recklessly."

Andrew felt very courageous after hearing this and nodded: "Okay!"

"Sir Mai, this is 5% of the shares of Star Ferry, with a market value of one million Hong Kong dollars." Jockey Club, VIP room, Tom handed a document to the other side, took out a pen and put it on the document. Said: "As long as you sign, these shares are yours."

McIntosh crossed his legs, leaned on the sofa, looked at the documents unmoved, slowly cut the end of his cigar, and asked aloud: "Secor, one million Hong Kong dollars in shares, for the Wharf Group, It’s a drop in the bucket.”

"But I don't think Wharf will do charity and give money to one person for free."

Tom Secor nodded and said clearly: "As a businessman, when you put out a price, you must buy something."

McIntosh lit the cigar with a lighter, then threw the cigar on the table with a crisp sound: "Tell me, what do you want?"

"Sir Mai, I want you to suppress the Chinese police fund. To be precise, suppress the Chinese people below." Tom Secor said: "It won't take long. As long as the Chinese police are involved in the dangerous brand photo bidding project, Don’t act recklessly.”

"Sir Mai, you can't even do this little thing, right?"

Facing Secor's questioning, McIntosh felt angry and angry. He was not angry at the Chinese, but at Tom! TMD, the Chinese in the police force are so easy to suppress, why do we have so many people in Hong Kong? Is it true that every foreign company suppresses its Chinese businessmen?

You ask such a thing!

It’s simply disrespectful!

"Haha." Mai Jingtao still wanted to keep his face calm, smiled twice, spread his hands and said: "I can't do it, you can find someone else to help."

Tom Secor's expression suddenly changed. Faced with the director's anger, he could only laugh and said, "Sir Mai is joking, if even you can't suppress the police force, who else in Hong Kong Island can help me?"

"No matter how many Chinese police officers there are, and no matter how deep the interest network behind them, they are still under the jurisdiction of the Hong Kong Island Police Force."

But McIntosh chuckled and said bluntly: "Can't you see? The Chinese in the police force have already become their own group! If it continues to develop, they can completely ignore the Hong Kong government and play on their own. At least because they cannot form a government, they will have to do it for them. It’s just police service.”

"But it is impossible for the Hong Kong government to control the Chinese in the police force. It can only cooperate and even respect them."

Tom Secor hadn't dealt with the police force for a while, and he didn't expect the situation to change so quickly. If even the police commissioner couldn't manage the Chinese police force, who could curb the expansion of the Chinese police fund? Commercially, given the current momentum of Chinese investment, there is also the support of the Chinese police force.

In the next ten years, it will become increasingly difficult to invest in the UK.

But Secor, as the president of Wharf, was not an ordinary person. When he thought about it, he felt that McIntosh was raising the price. He pondered for a long time and said: "Sir, I come here with great sincerity. I can add another five hundred thousand in cash."

"The shares cannot be more than one point."

McIntosh was stunned and sneered: "With so much effort, is it possible to earn a license?"

"Don't let the Yau Ma Tei Ferry, or in other words, as long as the British capital doesn't let the Chinese capital grow, it will make money." Secor's thinking is very clear.

McIntosh nodded: "There is still room for maneuver in this matter. After all, in addition to the Chinese Police Fund, there is also a police fund within the police force, and the Hong Kong Island Police Union has completed registration and has more than 700 members. .”

As the largest and earliest officially established union within the Hong Kong Island Police Force, in theory, all police officers should join the Police Union.

However, except for British and Indian police officers, only a small number of Chinese police officers have joined the police union. Because Lei Luo, Chen Li, Chen Zichao, Qian Weishan and others have already spread the word that the Chinese police will establish a Chinese union, and most of the Chinese police will naturally not join.

Of course, Lei Luo and others did not say that Chinese police officers cannot join the police union. After all, unions are free to come and go, so some Chinese police officers still join the police union.

"I will give these 5% of the shares to the police union, and let the police union come forward to help you bear the pressure from the Chinese Police Fund." McIntosh felt that Secor was right in saying that he should not let the other party grow. From a certain perspective, it is a victory.

Therefore, he would take the initiative to hand over the interests in his hands and throw them out to let the police fund and the Chinese police fund compete for food.

A smile appeared on Tom Secor's face and he nodded gently: "Thank you, Sir Mai."

As long as there is support from the top brass of the police force, there will be no fear of retaliation from the Chinese police in the future, such as commercial investigations from the anti-corruption office, arrests from the crime squad, or even shootings in the society, etc. In the past, ghost guys could just play tricks on Chinese businessmen and make money. The business is all in the pocket.

Leave some hard work, or identity within the Chinese community, to Chinese businessmen.

We also need to attract a wave of blood from Chinese businessmen through finance.

Because the foreign companies colluded with the top officials of the Hong Kong government and had natural advantages in various policies and licenses. The Chinese could not compete equally. They even had two ends every day, causing the Chinese to lose all their money. There is no need to be afraid of the Chinese using extreme methods, because the Chinese bosses can only hire a few association killers, but the foreign companies can directly ask the police to do the work, and justifiably destroy people's homes and families.

But now that the Chinese in the police force have become more powerful, not only do foreign companies no longer dare to raid homes, but they are also worried about business competition. Because the Chinese can already use political power to retaliate like them.

"It was so troublesome in the early years." Tom Secor sighed slightly after leaving the Jockey Club.

In the final analysis, the rise in the status of the Chinese in Hong Kong Island and the offensive and defensive changes of Gui Lao are just a small profile of the development of the two nations and countries. As small as a human being, he cannot change the storm of the times.

When the Licensing Division and Wharf were holding back their bad intentions, they planned to severely cheat the Chinese Police Fund. However, McIntosh took an equity transfer document and found Ifu, the chairman of the Police Foundation. He handed the document to him and said: "Sir Ifu, these are the shares sent by the Wharf Group, the Star Ferry Company, five point."

"I plan to use him to inject money into the police union fund. Are you welcome?"

Yifu sat in the office, looking at the equity book in his hand, confused: "Sir, this"

McIntosh leaned on a chair, pressed his hands, and said calmly: "As the chairman of the police union and also the police commissioner, I should also do something for the police union."

"Let the police union continue to grow, let the union fund develop healthily, and contribute to all police officers."

Yifu suddenly came back to his senses, took the equity book, and muttered: "Thank you, sir!"

He understood that it turned out that Sir Mai wanted to join the foundation and play with them through the shares of the Star Ferry Company. There is a saying that if you can't beat it, then join it. As a member of the foundation's board of directors and the top officer of the police force, you have the opportunity to turn against the client within the union. At the very least, the two sides will not be at odds with each other politically, which can be regarded as a sign of submission.

This kind of submission is also of great benefit to Ifu. As long as Ifu is willing to cooperate and form a political alliance with Sir Mai, there will be no resistance at all from the higher police chief in the future, and it will definitely happen naturally. Of course, this is from McIntosh's perspective. In fact, Ifu has already begun to feel sorry for Sir Mai.