The Rebirth of the Financial Hegemon

Under Zhao Jiangchuan's "helpless and regretful" teaching, Zhang Jiarong was already blushing.

Some are angry, some are angry, and some are even more hateful.

It was more of a feeling that he couldn't even describe.

It's complicated and confusing.

It was so complicated and confusing that Zhang Jiarong didn’t even know how to refute.

As Zhao Jiangchuan said.

In Zhang Jiarong's eyes, mainland China represents poverty and inferiority.

He is the Royal Hong Kong Police.

He earns a high salary of more than 20,000 yuan per month.

His one month's salary is put in mainland China, and those mainland people will not be able to earn it in their lifetime.

Those northerners don't care about low wages, they just work when they are paid.

Those Beigu all came to Hong Kong to sell.

Those mainland people's lifetime is not worth as much as one month of his life. Why should he have the same roots as such people?

As a noble royal policeman, Zhang Jiarong is ashamed to be in the company of such people.

But now, Zhao Jiangchuan speaks pure mainland dialect.

Every word of the Mainland dialect pokes at the pride and dignity in Zhang Jiarong's heart.

Zhang Jiarong clenched his fists involuntarily.

He roared in his mind.

Why are mainlanders so rich now? This must be fake.

But the facts are right in front of us.

Zhang Jiarong wanted to escape, but he couldn't help but hear Zhao Jiangchuan's words.

"But what you said does make sense, so I can only say, sorry, you can really do whatever you want with money."

"Forgot, I don't think you will understand this feeling in your life. You are the Royal Hong Kong Police..."

Every word of Zhao Jiangchuan,

They are all destroying the pride in Zhang Jiarong's heart.

From the day he joined the force, he was proud to be a member of the Royal Police.

But now, his dignity and pride were trampled to pieces under those local words.

Royal…family…police….. police.

Zhao Jiangchuan emphasized these four words very seriously.

It was so heavy that in Zhang Jiarong's ears, it was like hearing Zhao Jiangchuan scolding him as a lackey of the British and a second-class human being.

Zhang Jiarong’s teeth clenched.

He just wanted to eat this hateful mainlander alive.

It's a pity that Zhang Jiarong doesn't have that chance.

The entrance to the Kowloon branch.

Yan Liguo's face was ashen.

He is the police commissioner of the Kowloon branch, but no one is willing to listen to his orders.

In front of George King, Yan Liguo felt as if the uniformed policemen were deliberately slapping him in the face.

Even if he can't handle this little thing well, with a capitalist like George King, how can he take him seriously?

If he is of no use at all, how can George King help him find a job in the country in the future?

Yan Liguo's eyes widened in anger.

He angrily pointed at Zhang Jiarong and a dozen uniformed policemen behind him and cursed.

"Zhang Jiarong, you are suspended now, and you don't want to do it anymore, why don't you get out of here?"

In Hong Kong, being a police officer is a well-paying job.

The salary is up to 20,000 plus, which is much higher than ordinary positions.

No one wants to lose their job.

Therefore, under Yan Liguo's roar, several uniformed policemen behind Zhang Jiarong hesitated for a moment and finally chose to get out of the way.

Zhang Jiarong was desperate.

He thought he could seek justice for his brother with the help of many people.

But now, he was completely hit by reality.

Not only did he fail to help Ah Cai seek justice, he even lost his job.

He refused.

Is there no royal law in this world?

Zhang Jiarong refused to give way.

He yelled at Yan Liguo.

"Director, he beat Ah Cai to a disability. Is there no law in Hong Kong?

If you don't care, I will go to the Chief Superintendent. If the Chief Superintendent doesn't care, I will go to the Governor's Palace. I don't believe it..."

"Shut up. Who do you think you are? This is our British Empire. Do you have the right to speak?"

Yan Liguo was also angry.

He was about to leave Hong Kong in one year. He was so angry that he cursed everything in his heart without hesitation.

This scolding made Zhang Jiarong stunned.

He seemed to finally realize something.

Yan Liguo's sarcastic eyes, contemptuous tone and dismissive demeanor.

Isn't it the same as when he saw those mainlanders before?

Is this the position of Hong Kong people in the eyes of the British?

Zhang Jiarong was a little confused.

If this is the case, even if he goes to the Chief Superintendent, what will he do if he goes to the Governor.

There was no possible outcome other than being humiliated again.

Those people are all British.

At this moment, whatever pride Zhang Jiarong still had in his heart was completely destroyed.

It turns out that who he thought he was was nothing in the eyes of the British.

Don’t be silent in silence, just explode in silence.

Jobs are gone, and so is the pride of Hong Kong people.

Zhang Jiarong's face was distorted and almost deformed under the impact of reality.

He glared at Zhao Jiangchuan with red eyes.

"Just wait, I won't let you go."

After saying that, Zhang Jiarong turned around and left.

He knew that if he stayed any longer, his last bit of dignity would be trampled on.

Zhang Jiarong left angrily.

So he didn't notice that Zhao Jiangchuan's eyes suddenly narrowed together.

He had murderous intentions.

But then, Zhao Jiangchuan smiled again.

Just a little guy.

If Zhang Jiarong really wanted to commit suicide, then he wouldn't mind giving him a ride.

The farce is over.

After Zhang Jiarong left with a harsh word, the uniformed policemen also left one by one.

"George, I'll leave first. We'll talk when we have the chance."

"Okay, Zhao, do you need me to arrange a ride from you?"

"No need, then. Goodbye."

"goodbye."

After Zhao Jiangchuan left.

The people at the entrance of the Kowloon branch gradually dispersed.

Only Yan Liguo and George Jin were left standing where they were.

Yan Liguo opened his mouth several times to ask something, but in the end he asked nothing.

Don't look at it, Yan Liguo is the Commissioner of Police of the Kowloon Branch of Hong Kong.

But he knew very well that compared with George King's status, he was nothing.

After another year, he was unemployed.

At that time, he had to rely on these capitalists to get a good job in his hometown.

George Jin seemed to see Yan Liguo's doubts.

He smiled.

"Anning, are you curious why I want to help this Chinese?"

Without waiting for Yan Liguo's answer, George Jin continued.

"Do you know what God's name is?"

God?

Who does not know that it is Jehovah.

But Yan Liguo did not answer. He knew that George King was definitely not really asking him the name of God.

George King smiled.

Golden hair and regular facial features match his elegant temperament.

Just like a divine messenger walking in the world.

The angel is very gentlemanly.

After realizing that Yan Liguo couldn't answer, George King gave him an answer.

"I think God's name should be money, what do you think?"

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