Hong Kong Island Old Events

"good."

"I asked the ship boss to change the route to Qiongzhou." Lin Jiang nodded in agreement.

Lin Jingdao: "Xiang Sheng, would you like to contact the customs?"

"Contacted."

Xiang Qian looked tired and said feebly: "Zhao Dunxian has power but no courage. He can't even compare to Du Yihua. You can't trust a ghost, so it's better to rely on Hong Kong money. I have news that Ge Bai, the second-in-command of the Marine Police District, has always been greedy." !”

"He collects what he can, and he collects what he can't."

"Send a cart full of Hong Kong dollars to Ge Bai's door. I hope I can pick up the goods before He Dingxian comes back from Haojiang."

Xiang Qian has received the news that Sir He is not in Hong Kong Island. It would be best if he can spend a lot of money to take the goods away, but if that doesn't work, he can only take risks: "Let the brothers at the dock be ready. If the money doesn't work, use bullets." solve."

"This time it's not about me alone, it's about the life and death of the entire Xinji."

Lin Jing and Lin Jiang solemnly agreed: "Yes!"

"Xiang Sheng!"

A society that relies on politics for its survival fears most that its backers will collapse.

All mud and sand are falling!

Lin Jing left the hall, put on his sunglasses, waved his hand and ordered a few people to get into the car. He got into the passenger seat of the first car and led the people in the three cars to Central. Admiralty, at the entrance of a European-style villa, the motorcade slowly stopped under the gaze of two servants.

Lin Jing came to the carved arched iron door, pressed the doorbell, and after the concierge bowed and asked, he took off his sunglasses and said: "I am Lin Jing, the financial manager of Xin Nghe An Company. Please tell Sir Ge that there is a person in Xin Ngee An." Give me a gift."

"Okay." The concierge, wearing a white gown, was not surprised and turned around to inform the host. Ge Bai was wearing a black sportswear, yawning, and his eyes were slightly sleepy. He was sitting in the restaurant on the first floor having breakfast. On the table lay simple slices of ham, sliced ​​bread, bacon sausage and a glass of milk.

He pierced the sausage with his fork, bit off a section, drank milk and listened to the concierge's words with a smile on his face: "Those who bring gifts to the door are distinguished guests. Hurry up and the distinguished guests bring gifts to the door."

"I understand, sir." The concierge leaned forward gently, expressionless, and turned around to do his work.

Ge Bai smiled more and more sinisterly, and said while eating breakfast: "Manager Lin from Xin Nghe An, hehehe, I want you to see it later."

Ten minutes later, Ge Bai had eaten and drank enough and came to the lawn of the villa. He glanced at a car parked next to him, stepped forward and shook hands with Lin Jing warmly and said, "Mr. Lin, I have admired your name for a long time. I have admired your name for a long time."

"Sir Ge, I'm sorry to bother you." Lin Jing saw that Ge Bai spoke fluent Cantonese, so he simply responded in Cantonese, and the two exchanged greetings like old friends. Lin Jing glanced back, then opened the car door and pulled out a sack of Hong Kong dollars, a second bag, and a third bag.

Just listen to him say: "Sir Ge, a small gift is not respectful."

"So many souvenirs?"

Ge Bai was stunned for a moment and said in disbelief: "Mr. Lin, please speak directly if you have anything to say."

Lin Jingdao: "Today is the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, which is a good time to burn incense and worship Buddha."

"I'm here to burn the temple of Marine Police and worship the Buddha of Sir Ge. I hope Sir Ge will accept my kindness. As for the matter, it's not complicated. There is a black ship in Xin Ngee'an that helps transport military goods to Taiwan. Usually there is no Pay the regulatory fee to the Marine Police for investigation."

"I hope Sir Ge will show his dignity and write a note and hand over the entire seven million Hong Kong dollars." He did not say what the cargo on the ship was, just like the reason why it was not reported. The value of these goods is too high and can easily cause trouble.

It’s more about politics.

Ge Bai is not stupid. He can exchange goods for 7 million Hong Kong dollars. How can it be easy?

I saw him walking up to a sack with great interest, opening a hole, and pouring all the Hong Kong dollars into the garden. One million Hong Kong dollars in cash is enough to pile up a mountain of money that will make one's eyes dizzy.

"It's as simple as a batch of munitions?"

Ge Bai asked.

Lin Jing thought there was something interesting and quickly said: "They are some powerful embargoed weapons, but they have nothing to do with Hong Kong Island. As long as the goods are returned to Xinji, the money will be yours. Share it with the brothers in the Marine Police District One point, at least half of it can be kept in hand, Xinji owes you another favor."

"Sir Ge, it's just a matter of one sentence."

Ge Bai nodded: "Okay."

"I just want to say one thing, you go back first, I will go for a run later."

He waved his arms and ran twice in the garden as a warm-up: "If you don't maintain good physical fitness, your image as a senior police officer will be very bad."

Lin Jing was caught off guard and said unwillingly: "Sir Ge!"

Ge Bai suddenly grabbed his head and slammed it against the car window with his backhand. He pressed his head tightly with his five fingers and said angrily: "TMD, I hate people lying to me the most. They are obviously a batch of cultural relics and antiques, but they actually say they are... A shipload of munitions?”

"I'm attacking your mother, and you're embargoing weapons. Does a broken fishing boat think it's an aircraft carrier?"

"Dry!"

Lin Jing was lying in front of the window. His glasses had been squeezed out and there were several cuts on his face. He supported the car with his hands, pouted his head and opened his mouth to explain: "Sir Ge!"

"Ten million!"

"Ten million!"

"With these ten million, you won't have to worry about it for the rest of your life. Others can't do anything to you."

Several Xinji boys reached for their guns, but were shocked by several automatic rifles on the balcony on the second floor. They stood there, looking around, not daring to act rashly. Ge Bai took the gun handed over by the concierge, took a step back, put his head on Lin Jing's head, and said: "I already have several tens of millions, and I won't miss you. If I really promise you, I will be in big trouble." .”

A full meal,

Still full from meal to meal,

Anyone who is a dog knows the difference!

Lin Jing closed his eyes and said nervously: "Okay, okay, okay."

"Sir Ge, pretend that I have never been here and Xinji has never been here, is that okay?"

Ge Bai smiled and put away the gun, threw it to the concierge beside him, and said: "Let's go."

Lin Jing breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the dead ghost had no intention of beating Xin Ji to death. He turned around and asked his younger brother to collect the money. However, he saw Ge Guitou showing a furious expression again and kicked the younger brother down with a red face. He shouted: "Fuck you, how dare you take my money?"

The younger brother fell to the ground and didn't know what to do. Lin Jing also stared in disbelief. He heard Ge Bai yell: "It's not my money, why is it in my house? Go back and tell Xiang that you have to accumulate merit by burning incense and worshiping Buddha." , I will spend the stolen money on his behalf, and he will be less guilty."

Lin Jing was surprised and said: "Sir Ge."

"Brother Xinji's hard-earned money is not that easy to get."

Ge Bai smiled: "If you have the ability, ask Xiang Qian to come to me in person and bring it back."

Lin Jing exhaled, turned around and left with his men, Ma Zai.

Ge Bai ordered the concierge: "Collect the money and put it in the safe in the basement. When the matter is over, put it in the bank and save it. This morning's run is cancelled. I will arrange a few more bodyguards to accompany me to the Grand Hall later." .”

"knew."

"Sir Ge." The concierge nodded in agreement.

"I don't usually burn incense, so I'm just doing it at the last minute. Damn, think of me as a 250-year-old!" Ge Bai cursed a few words. He spoke one thing after another, and returned to the room to lift dumbbells. After Raymond discovered the black ship, he immediately reported it to the Marine Police District and called the chief.

Xiang Qian wanted to create an information gap and take advantage of Ge Bai's corruption mentality, but he didn't know how firm Ge Bai's political stance was.

What does it mean to collect everything that can be collected, and to collect everything that cannot be collected?

He obviously accepted whatever the sir asked him to accept, and he couldn't accept anything the sir refused to allow. But he was indeed very shady. He was sure that Xinji was no match for Sir He, so he took all the money if nothing was done. But does Xinji dare to trouble him?

"Oh shit."

"Old Ghost!" Xiang Qian threw the cup in his hand to the ground.

boom.

Two sets of blue and white porcelain were dropped in one day.

"When I finish solving the matters at hand, I'll make him spit out the money first." He waved his arms and cursed at Qian, feeling very heartbroken. No one dared to approach him while standing in the living room.

Although Xinji Family is a big business, in fact, the cash flow is only so much. Seven million is already nearly half of the working capital. Who can bear the pain of years of hard work being cut off in half without any reward? You use money to find connections to save your life, but people take advantage of your illness to kill you. The ghosts in Hong Kong are so treacherous.

Xiang Bo was sensible. He bent down to pick up the porcelain pieces for his father and said warmly: "The ghost guy has gone too far. Mr. Lin is lucky to be back safely. Dad, you can make more money if you don't have it. As long as your brother and boss pay back exist."

"Um."

He nodded to Qian and felt somewhat relieved to see that his eldest son had just sent his brothers away and came back to take care of the family affairs. Lin Jing looked at the eldest son with a grateful expression: "Thank you, Mr. Bo, for your concern."

Lin Jiang also showed goodwill in his eyes.

"Gui Lao asked A Jing to come back alive because he actually didn't want to get involved in the struggle between the two parties. After all, the Secrecy Bureau's anti-corruption team dared to go to North America. There will be no good consequences for offending the Secrecy Bureau." Xiang Qian sighed: "For him, using The stance of taking human life to prove it couldn’t be more fierce. It’s just enough to rob us of our money, to keep us fed, and to stand well.”

"Ajing."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Xiang Qian looked back at him.

Lin Jing leaned deeply and said, "Work for the company."

"Notify Ganzi."

Xiang Qian took a puff of his cigar and blew out the smoke: "Do it!"

Lin Jing nodded: "I understand, Xiangsheng."

At this time, Xiang Qian looked out the window. The morning sun was rising and the sky was clear, but his face was already pale and tinged with cyan. The middle-aged man in his forties had been awake all night and his life was hanging by a thread. His body was clearly unable to bear the burden.

pier.

At the door of a noodle shop, sitting around several wooden tables, were a group of Marine Police detectives who had just worked overtime all night.

The boss was extremely surprised that the guys would come to eat the alkaline noodles that the coolies eat, but apart from ordering more noodles and giving them a few green vegetables, he couldn't do anything in a panic. There are a lot of workers this morning, and it seems there will be no shortage of ships.

The laborers who worked the night shift had already gone back to their houses to rest. The newcomers were all the coolies who worked the morning shift. Most of them brought their own breakfast and ate it while queuing up, waiting for work to start.

If someone comes to eat noodles, they often bring a bottle of liquor. There has always been a habit of drinking morning wine on the pier.

Most of these workers who can afford noodles and drinks are small bosses, or senior masters who have already booked a cargo ship and do not need to compete for orders. They are the ones who are living a good life among the workers. But when they see the police, they will still involuntarily show a flattering and humble smile.

Raymond picked up a bowl of noodles with chopsticks and surrounded by the police officers who were on duty last night. He said apologetically, "Sorry, let's have a quick bite first. I'll treat everyone to a meal next time. I won't change my shift today. I'll wait until noon to deal with serious cases." The rest of the team will wait for Sir He to arrive and then follow the commander's instructions."

"This batch of goods is too valuable. If anything goes wrong, the brothers won't be able to carry it. Fortunately, Sir He will be back from Haojiang in a few hours, and it won't take more than half an hour. Let's have a good meal and continue to cheer up. , go back to duty and keep a close eye on the goods."

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