Hong Kong Island Old Events

evening.

A Mercedes Benz arrived in front of the Chaoshan Chamber of Commerce "Sui Wo Tong" on Chai Wan Road in Central. A man in black shirt standing at the door quickly stepped forward and opened the door, bowed and said hello: "Mr. Ho."

"Yes." He Dingxian, wearing a white suit and tie, holding a pipe in his hand, nodded slightly and stepped out of the car.

Later, Qiu Degen, wearing a mandarin jacket and glasses, followed the big boss up the stairs and walked through the Nine Dragon Wall to the vestibule of the clubhouse.

Zheng Yutong and one of his men stood waiting in the front yard. When he saw him coming in, he quickly opened his arms and laughed loudly: "Axian!"

"Brother Tong." He Dingxian greeted him with a warm hug. After Ni Kun parked the car, he quickly followed the boss.

Zheng Yutong smiled and said: "When I heard that a car was coming, I originally wanted to go out to pick you up, but I didn't expect that it was a step too late."

"Haha, it's me who arrived early." He Dingxian said, "I just finished handling official business at the police station and wanted to chat more with my brother."

Zheng Yutong turned to introduce the person next to him: "This is my good brother Ading, a life-long friendship."

"He Sheng." A Ding didn't express much, he just called people.

He Dingxian also said: "Ah Kun, Ah Geng, my driver and the shopkeeper of the bank."

Qiu Degen quickly stepped forward to shake hands: "Boss Zheng."

Ni Kun also shouted: "Boss Zheng."

Zheng Yutong smiled broadly, turned around and said, "Come on, come on, don't be polite when you come to your own place. Let's all come to the table and drink tea."

Today, the place to drink tea is not at a teahouse, but at the Tuodi of the Chaoshan Chamber of Commerce. It is destined not to be an ordinary tea party.

At the round table in the atrium, a man from Shao Village was wearing a Chinese tunic suit and round-rimmed glasses. He and his son Shao Weimei had been waiting for them for a long time. When everyone came to the table, the man from Shao Village stepped forward to shake hands: "Mr. He."

"Boss Shao." He Dingxian shook hands gently and said with a smile: "I have admired your name for a long time. It's a pity that I didn't see you at the Ningbo Guild Hall last time."

The Shao villager's expression remained unchanged and he said with a smile: "That's why I came to visit in person and apologize to all my colleagues."

The four of them sat at the round table together. He Dingxian sat in the deputy host seat on the left, Qiu Degen sat under him, Zheng Yutong sat in the main seat, Shaocunren sat in the guest seat on the right, and A Kun and A Ding stood next to the big boss. Behind him, even though the big boss invited him, he did not sit down. Shao Weimei stood behind his father with a nervous expression and an uneasy mood.

The waiters began to serve the steamed buns, and a dozen tough guys wearing black shirts stood beside the pillars and under the eaves, saying nothing.

Zheng Yutong handed the hot tea to the three guests and laughed out loud: "It's better to make enemies than to make enemies. Mr. He and Boss Shao are both in the same industry, and it's not easy to fight life and death. It would be a pity to take someone else's way out." .”

The people from Shao Village raised their teacups and said respectfully: "Mr. He, I'm sorry, it's my fault for teaching my son poorly. Today I'm here to apologize. I asked Boss Zheng to be the intermediary and offer tea instead of wine."

He got straight to the point, raised his head, drank the tea in one gulp, and sighed: "The traitor is in the hall, you can do whatever you want with me."

He Dingxian held the tea cup in his hand, but his expression was puzzled: "Boss Shao, Boss Zheng, what's going on?"

Zheng Yutong smiled and said: "The matter has been investigated clearly. The robbers have some relationship with Boss Shao's son. It cannot be justified that those robbers took the initiative to cause trouble on your territory without authorization."

It is impossible for the Shaw family to admit that someone under the family hired someone to rob the bank, and the relationship was brought to a standstill. However, Zheng Yutong, as a director of the Chaoshan Chamber of Commerce and the leading gold industry boss, wanted to find someone to blame for the robbery of the gold shop, and the Shaw family would not be able to find a reason for it. Someone had to be handed over.

Everyone knows what is going on, but no one will tell the truth, but the price to pay will not be less.

If Zheng Yutong hadn't been invited to put pressure on him, Shaw Brothers wouldn't even admit it!

This is status!

"Oh!!!" He Dingxian suddenly realized and said: "It turns out that Boss Shao brought his son to surrender."

"Akun."

Ni Kun took a step forward: "Boss."

"Take Mr. Shao's son back to the mission station and give it to Yan Xiong for a good trial." He said sternly.

Ni Kun stepped forward to take the person without hesitation.

He kicked Shao Weimei to the ground, grabbed the opponent's arm with his backhand, and was about to twist him away. Before Shao Weimei could call someone, a Shao villager who loved his son said, "He Sheng, can we resolve it privately in the guild hall?"

"Solve it privately?" He Dingxian made a gesture to stop Ni Kun's actions, and said suddenly: "That's no problem, I just need to find someone to handle the case. However, I am just the police officer in charge of the case. You should ask Zheng Zheng for specific matters. boss."

"The gold shop that was robbed belongs to Boss Zheng, right?" He asked the matter to Zheng Yutong again. Zheng Yutong was holding the teapot, his eyes moved slightly, and he nodded lightly: "Yes, let's solve it in the teahouse! But Inspector He is a policeman , please give me an idea."

"What should we do with this kind of person?"

He Dingxian smiled and said: "It's easy to handle. Just reach out to Boss Zheng's shop and pick out a tendon."

"Boss Shao, is this not a embarrassment to you?"

The Shaocun native looked at him with sharp eyes and tapped the edge of the table with his fingers. His expression of resentment was not hidden, but he was very calm when he spoke: "Okay!"

"It's worth using a hand tendon to repay Shopkeeper Qiu with a finger!"

Qiu Degen sat next to the big boss's seat, raised his head and met the eyes that swept over him, his face flushed with excitement.

revenge!

He Dingxian nodded steadily and waved: "Then what are you waiting for? Let's do it!"

Zheng Yutong also winked outside, and four men in black shirts immediately swarmed up and pinned Shao Weimei's limbs on the ground.

Shao Weimei instinctively began to struggle and yell, "Dad, dad!"

"I don't want to be a useless person..."

The Shaocun man held his tea cup, gritted his teeth, said nothing, and his whole body was shaking, asking a father to personally agree to someone else breaking his son's hand tendon.

This is undoubtedly a cruel thing.

But when Shaw takes advantage of a favor and uses his power to suppress others, isn't he cruel to outsiders?

Things have changed.

The black-shirted man's movements did not stop. After holding down his right hand, he pulled out a short dagger from his waist, aimed at the soft tendon of his wrist and thrust it against the skin.

"ah!"

Shao Weimei screamed, and his limbs began to struggle violently, but he was suppressed tightly. The tip of the knife moved inward inch by inch, accurately cutting into the tendon of his hand, and then he lifted it up hard, and a soft tendon was severed on the blade. The screams grew louder and louder, covering up the sound of wind and water in the courtyard.

The man holding the knife was obviously an experienced hand. After cutting off the tendon, he continued to cut the hand tendon again, cutting off a short tendon of about one centimeter.

"enough!"

The Shao villager kept looking at his son. Seeing this scene, he shouted: "He Sheng, are you satisfied?"

If a ruptured hand tendon is sent to the hospital for repair in time, there is a chance that some functions can be restored. Although complete recovery is not possible, the person will have basic mobility.

But if you cut off a short tendon like this, not only will the palm completely lose its function in the future, but after being sutured, the hand will be bent like a chicken claw.

Ugly and disgusting.

When He Dingxian heard this, he shrugged his shoulders: "I can't hold it any longer, so I'm going to the hospital. Boss Zheng, someone just said it was up to me to handle it, right?"

Zheng Yutong nodded: "Yes."

However, the brothers in the hall had already let go, leaving only one young man writhing on the ground, wailing and screaming in agony.

The Shaocun native took a deep breath, stood up and said, "If Mr. He is satisfied, I will take Quanzi to the hospital first. That's how we understand the matter. If Mr. He is not satisfied, continue."

"I'll take it!"

He Dingxian stared at him: "Don't ask me, ask my boss!"

"If you dare to touch my people, you have to think that I will pay back double the amount! If I act as a host today, I will put a vat of water in your son's mouth, take away your son's skin, and let you give away the white-haired man to the black-haired man! You have to Thank you, Boss Zheng!”

The Shao villagers were indifferent to the bad words and turned to look at Boss Qiu: "Businesskeeper Qiu, are you satisfied?"

Qiu De was even more upset and exhaled: "Okay!"

The Shaocun native turned around and looked at the two subordinates at the door, then left Ruihetang and asked the poor boy on the ground to be moved out.

He Dingxian curled his lips and said, "Not polite."

Zheng Yutong said kindly: "It's understandable."

He Dingxian picked up the tea cup and said: "Boss Zheng, I'm sorry, I was supposed to support you, but I didn't expect you to support me."

"You didn't get your revenge, but you avenged my brother."

Qiu Degen also picked up the teacup: "Thank you very much, Boss Zheng."

Zheng Yutong shook his head indifferently, picked up the teacup and said, "It doesn't matter, he and we both have issues, and we will settle the accounts together."

"By the way, A-yin, tell the truth, is Jinpu related to Zhou Shengsheng?"

He Dingxian was noncommittal: "You also said that the gold was sent to Haojiang for sale."

Zheng Yutong sighed. Until now, he still thought that Shao Weimei was just a scapegoat thrown by his father-in-law. In fact, the mastermind behind the scenes was Zhou Shengsheng...

Although this operation made He Dingxian owe him a favor, he felt that he owed him a favor and unknowingly had a good impression of He Dingxian.

In the evening, when he returned home, He Dingxian took a shower and lay down on the bed. He felt relaxed all over. Bai Yue'e closed the curtains, climbed onto the bed, leaned against his legs, and opened her mouth to chat with him.

"Sure enough, the more beautiful a woman is, the better she is at lying, because beautiful women are always eloquent."

A week later.

In the square in front of the Grand Hall in Central District, the British flag fluttered in the wind on the flag-raising platform, and the police flag was lowered by one section. In front of a simple temporary ceremony platform, more than 300 Chinese agents and uniformed police officers gathered on wooden benches. In the same hall, more than 20 ghost inspectors and superintendents sat at the front. Central District Chief Inspector Gao Yongsheng and Kowloon District Chief Inspector Chen Tong stared at a young face beside the podium.

After the gold shop robbery in Kowloon was reported in the newspapers, it not only attracted the attention of the public, but also received a lot of attention within the Hong Kong Island Police Force. The Chinese Criminal Division, which had always been famous for corruption, suddenly became brave and courageous in fighting. The Police Department The commander personally ordered that he be greatly rewarded.

In the end, the Management Division decided to award Ho Ting-yin a Bronze Medal of Valor in recognition of his outstanding contribution to public security on Hong Kong Island.

Amidst the sound of military music, He Dingxian stepped onto the podium in a uniform, goose-stepping manner.

"Bah!" He stood in front of the assistant director.