Hong Kong Island Old Events

"Fang Sheng!" The driver pulled out a gun and held it in his hand, protecting the boss behind him. His expression was very nervous, fearing that killers would rush out from both sides at the next moment.

A premeditated murder with extremely obvious means.

And rough!

Fang Suquan witnessed a car accident, but he was still clear-headed and ordered: "Go down and see who died."

"Boss, wait for me in the car." The driver carefully opened the door and lowered the muzzle of the gun, but his finger was firmly on the trigger. Two uniformed police officers rushed to the scene, blew their whistles, and detained the vehicle. Within two minutes, plainclothes police appeared at the end of the street and set up a cordon in the middle of the road.

The driver gradually relaxed, put away his weapon, stepped forward and asked, "Sir, what's the matter?"

"What's the matter with you!" A police sergeant raised his head and stretched out his hand to block him: "Are you so concerned about the case?"

"Sir, I am the driver of Xiechengxing. The person in the car is Fang Sheng." The driver announced his door and handed out a cigarette: "I happened to be passing by, so I have to go forward."

"Xie Chengxing." The sergeant suddenly realized, looked at him, took the cigarette with his left hand, lowered his head and the driver stepped forward to light it. The sergeant's face became much warmer, and he waved his hand and said: "It's nothing. A ghost guy was hit by a drunkard. Please stay to the left later, and I'll let you guys drive past."

"Thank you, Sheriff." The driver nodded and bowed, raised his hands in salute, and looked pleased with himself. However, a police officer held a bloody certificate and reported in a low voice: "Sir, the deceased was a supervisor of the Customs Department."

"Huh?" The police chief's expression changed suddenly. The driver's eyes fell on the customs document. He quickly took a few steps back and said, "Sir, let's go over first. I'll treat you to tea next time. Goodbye."

The driver hurriedly ran back to the car, closed the door, and started the car: "Fang Sheng, the deceased was a supervisor of the Customs Department."

Fang Suquan's pupils shrank, and when the vehicle passed the cordon and headed for the Customs Department, he said loudly: "Among the people who boarded our cargo ship yesterday, there was a general supervisor, and two supervisors, right? Logically speaking, supervision is also in the Customs Department. No one at the top level dares to take action lightly.”

"Someone directed a big show just for me to watch. The target is very obvious." He was already sure that it was the police force. Only the police force dared to attack the customs supervisor. If he didn't attack the general supervisor, he would save face. , with a hint of warning.

The police force and the customs are completely at war!

Both sides were trying to show him, proving who was stronger and fighting for the right to speak on the water. Fang Suquan sighed: "This is also a warning to me. I hope I can stop bowing to the ghost guy and help the Chinese police to hold on."

The driver couldn't help but interrupt: "Fang Sheng, are the police force too arrogant? They killed a supervisor in the street."

"For money, let alone the director of customs, let alone a supervisor!" Fang Suquan knew better that the world was dangerous and that everyone's life had a price. Once the offending interests exceeded his power, he would be quartered by the vested interests.

This is called being unable to cover up!

And if you taste it carefully, the iron fist displayed by the Chinese police is indeed terrifying. It can definitely scare the wavering Chinese bosses and make the customs ghosts feel as painful as blood.

Fang Suquan had the answer in his heart: "Help Mr. He first, which can be regarded as support for the younger generation."

Customs Department Building.

Du Yihua was wearing a uniform, tall and dignified. He smiled and asked Mr. Fang to sit down. He personally served him a cup of hot tea and then said: "Sorry, Mr. Fang. Last night, the Kowloon Customs was searching for an oil transport ship on the water and accidentally found the Hip Shing Bank." ship."

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"

"I have asked people in Kowloon District to release the ship and cargo. It will not affect the start of Mr. Fang's factory. Now Fang Sheng only needs to make a phone call and ask his subordinates to pick up the cargo ship at the dock."

Fang Suquan was wearing a brown gown, picked up the tea cup, blew the hot air, took a sip and then smiled and said: "Thank you, Sir Du, since everything is a misunderstanding, just let it go. The team still needs more care from you. "

"That's for sure." Du Yihua crossed his legs, held up his clothes with his left hand, smoked a cigarette, and said domineeringly: "But Fang Sheng, in order to reduce similar misunderstandings, I think Hip Shing Hong should report it to the customs."

"Sir Du, do you mean to pay the tariff?" Fang Suquan frowned and asked knowingly.

Du Yihua laughed loudly: "President Fang, you will not be willing to pay taxes. The Hong Kong government does not investigate smuggling so strictly. In fact, it hopes to activate the economic vitality of Hong Kong Island. How can I embarrass you?"

"That's right. From now on, the fees will not have to go to the police force, but will be handed over directly to my people."

"Awen." Du Yihua called from behind the door. A tall, thin, middle-aged man wearing a gray suit and glasses with a treacherous face opened the door, put his hands in front of him, leaned down and bowed. : "Du Sir, Fang Sheng."

"This is my landlord, Awen, who usually takes care of some financial matters for me." Du Yihua flicked his cigarette ashes, learned the Chinese tricks, and said confidently: "Fang Sheng, what do you think? Sample?"

Awen pushed up his glasses and looked at Fang Suquan with a smile: "President Fang, please take care of me."

"Care is out of the question." Fang Suquan raised his hand, blocked Awen's gift, and turned back to Du Yihua: "It's easy to set the rules, but it's hard to change them. Sir Du, it's okay for me to hand over the money to you, but the police are looking for What should I do if I'm in trouble?"

"Can you block it for me?"

Du Yihua changed his face slightly and said with a smile: "Anti-smuggling is the responsibility of the Customs Department. How can the police cause trouble for you? Don't worry, we charge less than the police and we are more disciplined than the police. If the police really take action, You, I will definitely fight back for you."

In fact, it is difficult for the police force to move against Chinese bosses, because the Chinese police force was originally supported by Chinese bosses. Although it has gradually become independent and has become a stronger force than a single chamber of commerce, building a chamber of commerce is undoubtedly a self-founded foundation.

But when a force cannot expand outwards and can only squeeze inwards, it is destined to create many dissidents and gradually lead to division.

Therefore, Du Yihua is sure that the Chinese will not do such a thing. If they do better, they can join forces to deal with the Chinese police. Fang Suquan smiled and said: "It's not about how much to charge, but who has the final say. Sir Du, it's okay to hand over the money to the customs, and there's no problem in changing the rules, but please ask the police to call me. How about that?" ?”

Du Yihua's face immediately dropped, he stared at Fang Suquan, and threatened: "President Fang, if you think the customs doesn't count, the customs will tell you how to say it counts! If the ship doesn't register with Awen, I’m afraid I’ll often catch the wrong boat in the future.”

President Fang nodded and said: "Then let Awen take care of me more, right, Awen?"

When Awen stood next to him, he saw Boss Fang turning his head to greet him. He even felt that there was sarcasm in his tone, and felt ashamed and angry in his heart. A smile suddenly appeared on Du Yihua's gloomy face. He stepped forward and held President Fang's hand: "Haha, Fang Sheng, you are right."

"I will definitely let Awenduo care about Xiachengxing in the future."

Fang Suquan nodded and said, "Sir Du, you are busy with official duties, so I won't disturb you for now."

"Awen, send Fangsheng downstairs." Du Yihua smiled and walked Fang Suquan to the door enthusiastically, while Awen respectfully escorted President Fang to the car door. Before getting in the car, President Fang, without knowing what he meant, smiled and scolded Awen, who was meeting him for the first time: "You kid, you really know how to find opportunities!"

Deputy Director Ming Shijue, after meeting with the guests, immediately knocked on the Director's door, held a document, stood at attention, saluted, and said solemnly: "Sir Du, there is an urgent matter that needs to be dealt with."

"explain!"

Du Yihua's tone was a little impatient, and he kept thinking in his mind, how much efforts should be made, and what means should be used to get the Chinese businessmen to pay the fees. Is the next step to seize the cargo ship of a bigger boss, step on the ship of society, or start from within and recruit some customs from the Chinese? Let Chinese businessmen trust the Customs Department more and gain support.

Ming Shijue opened the document and read: "At 2:45 p.m., at No. 36 Java Road, Supervisor Cole, who had just finished lunch at a tea restaurant and was returning to the Customs Building, was killed in a car accident. According to the police report, Cole often went to an underground casino in Wan Chai and was probably killed by a triad member due to gambling debts."

"Cole participated in the anti-smuggling operation last night."

Du Yihua's expression was stunned, and then his brows jumped wildly, and he was very angry. He pointed at Ming Shijue's nose and said: "FUCK, YOU! How can you let the customs supervisor die at the hands of the police without letting the police pay a small price! "

Ming Shijue straightened his back, expressionless, and shouted: "Sir, I will fight back against the police force!"

"Find the murderer, kill him, and find out the mastermind behind the scenes!" Du Yihua shouted: "Cole must not die in vain!"

"Yes, sir!" Ming Shijue stood at attention and saluted, shouting loudly.

Du Yihua actually didn't care about Cole at all. He was just a supervisor, and someone could fill the position whenever it was vacant. But he was concerned about the face of the Customs Department. Fang Suquan's attitude was tougher than expected, obviously affected by the murder case.

The police force chooses to use the most brutal method to maintain order. Customs must give the most violent counterattack to stop killing and continue the violence! Otherwise, in the eyes of outsiders, you will be beaten. If you are not convinced, you will continue to fight! Ming Shijue knew that the director would put him in charge of the operation, so he had to be prepared to fight back. After turning around and leaving the director's office, he immediately made an appointment with his subordinates. The police force dared to attack the people of the customs directly, but the customs did not dare to attack the people of the police force.

Because the Customs is in a weak position, once the entire police force becomes hostile, there is no chance of winning. We can only attack the society responsible for creating the crime first, and then use the case to create an impact and draw the police force into trouble.

The police force has controlled social groups that can do illegal work. In fact, the customs also has it, but it is not on the shore, but on the water. As for the police using the excuse that Cole owes gambling debts, it is simply a joke. Gambling is common on Hong Kong Island, and there are countless customs officials who owe gambling debts. Who would dare to kill people to collect debts? It happened to be a very suitable way to close a case. It was nothing more than pushing someone to take the blame.