Hong Kong Island Old Events

"Sir He, this is your team member file. In the future, you will be responsible for the affairs of Wan Chai Anti-Corruption Team B." William put a document bag on the table and said aloud: "Sir Ge said hello to me."

"I will pay more attention to you in the anti-corruption room."

He Dingxian put the suitcase in his hand on the ground, took the document bag in front of him with both hands, and said loudly: "Thank you, sir!"

"There is a case here for investigation."

William pulled out another piece of information from the corner of the table and threw it on the table: "There have been no major cases in the anti-corruption office recently. Please investigate slowly, don't rush."

"Let's drink coffee together when we have time and go downstairs to play ball."

He Dingxian took the information and nodded: "Yes, sir."

William raised his head and said simply: "Is there anything else?"

"Sir, I brought some specialties from Taiguan. They were given by the brothers in the team. I want to ask you if you like them." He Dingxian put the information in his hand on the corner of the table and picked up the suitcase on the floor. , placed on the table, a smile immediately appeared on William's lips: "Haha, you are too polite."

As Ge Bai said, this Chinese policeman was generous and generous with money. The superiors were simply sending a big talent to the anti-corruption office! Although the police officers in the anti-corruption office are busy at work and sorting out documents every day, in fact, it can take half a month to write a document, and there is no government work to do at all.

Most of the documents written are archived and used as performance to avoid criticism from the outside world.

Occasionally, we only handle a frivolous case to show the face of the Hong Kong government. The Anti-Corruption Office is really just getting an extra share. The Anti-Corruption Office is even more corrupt! So, is it weird to send money to the head of the anti-corruption office? Deliver it right at the office!

“A little bit of thoughtfulness.”

Snapped!

The cash box was open and empty.

William's smiling face immediately froze, and he asked with fierce eyes: "Sir He, what do you mean?"

He Dingxian pretended to be upset and bowed to apologize: "I'm sorry, Sir William, I was in a hurry just now and took the wrong box. I will go back and change the box later and send it here. I don't know how much Sir William wants to pack?"

William stood up suddenly and grabbed the pen: "Sir! I don't understand, and I don't want to understand what you are talking about. Today's reporting process is over. Go back to work!"

He clearly understood what He Dingxian meant, which means I have the money, but it’s up to me to decide whether to give it to you or how much to give you! If you take He Dingxian’s money, you will have to listen to He Dingxian’s words in the future!

If He Dingxian was still serving in the Crime Unit, William would probably bow his head, but now He Dingxian is a member of the Anti-Corruption Office and his direct subordinate. He relies on his status and thinks of thousands of ways to slowly suck out the marrow in the future.

How can you bow your head?

And He Dingxian did not mean to embarrass William, but to test whether William really planned to take care of him! If you really want to take care of him, then it's best to ask for some money! It doesn’t matter if it’s hundreds of thousands or even one million!

If you don't plan to make friends with him, this is just a sign of your mawei!

"Snapped!"

He Dingxian covered the cash box again, glanced at William coldly, and said: "Sorry, sir!"

"I'll come again tomorrow to deliver specialties!"

He stood at attention and saluted, leaving the box behind, but walked out of the office with the document bag.

In the office area, when the police officers Gui Lao saw him exchanging a suitcase for a bag of information, their eyes seemed to understand. In the office, William kicked the empty suitcase away. Bang, the suitcase hit the wall. Landed firmly on the ground.

"FUCK! FUCK!" he yelled angrily.

He Dingxian is not as easy to talk to as his old boss said!

"What's wrong with asking for money? Do I have to be like my grandson when I give money? I don't shiver at making money!" He Dingxian sat in the office, took a sip of water, and shook his head secretly: "Sir Ge used to be humble and lick his old face when receiving money. Come!"

"You deserve to be the Chief Inspector for the rest of your life!"

He Dingxian is no longer what he used to be. It's OK to give money to the ghost, but you can't do it while kneeling! The entire Sino-British situation has changed. The criminal team and the uniform team no longer kneel down to give money. Why should he, a dignified senior inspector, kneel down?

A ghost who is too arrogant will not last long!

But most of the ghost guys at the middle and lower levels are more arrogant than the ghost guys at the top, because apart from pretending to be bosses, they have nothing else.

He opened the file bag and browsed through the lists of the ten team members one by one.

Three of the ten police officers are foreigners who took the local examination to join the police, two were transferred from the army, and five were transferred from the ancestral family. The composition is relatively complex, but it conforms to the structure of the police force. Among them, the police officers transferred from the ancestral family are the most Easy to manage.

This kind of police officer only cares about money!

Traveling across the ocean, not making any money, but getting a salary of several hundred Hong Kong dollars to defend the country and guard the borders for the Queen?

Why don’t the big council members come?

Secondly, police officers sent by the military are also easier to deal with. Although they generally look down upon Chinese people and have strong political beliefs, after the police officers sent by the army lose power, it is easier to deal with them.

A will as strong as steel cannot resist hunger.

The last three local foreigners who joined the police were born to be sent by the government and were difficult to deal with. Among the ten police officers, everyone may be a spy, and given his social status, it is normal for the Military Intelligence Department and the Political Department to place one or two spies.

He Dingxian treated this equally: "Treat everyone as a spy!"

"There's no need for intrigues, it will be much easier."

He couldn't ask ten ghost guys to serve him wholeheartedly, but as long as they obeyed the management and solved official matters, it was enough.

It is best to cultivate one or two heroes, Chinese culture, and tolerance for the world!

"The names of the ghost guys are not easy to pronounce, and it takes a lot of effort to remember them. I have to change their names." He Dingxian has no problem remembering the English names of several ghost guys and senior officials, but he has to remember the English names of ten people under his command. Too troublesome.

He felt dizzy just reading the information. It seemed that he needed to translate it into Chinese for the guys first.

"Snapped."

He Dingxian opened the office door and came to the desk of a middle-aged inspector. He knocked on the table and said, "Sir Mike, where do brothers usually go to have fun at night?"

This bearded ghost inspector is nearly forty years old and has served in the navy. He is the one with the best resume in Group B and seems to be the most popular.

"What sir!" Mike had just received the education earlier and did not dare to neglect. He immediately stood up and said: "Some brothers like to go to whiskey bars to drink, some brothers like to go to American bars to eat steak, and some brothers also go to dance halls."

"You haven't gone to that kind of bar?" He Dingxian asked. Mike was puzzled: "What kind of bar is it, sir?"

"It's the kind of shooting skills." He Dingxian raised his two hands and gestured in front of him for a while. Mike looked at the hand-to-hand combat. His rough and sturdy face with a beard suddenly showed a hint of shyness, and he lowered his head in embarrassment. Said: "Yes"

"It can't be you, right? Mike!" He Dingxian shouted in surprise. Mike was ashamed and angry. He clenched his fist and said, "Sir, you can't discriminate against personal orientation."

"Yes, yes, I respect everyone's preferences." He Dingxian apologized quickly: "I'm sorry, I just had an accident, please forgive me."

"Then I will be the master. After work in the evening, the brothers will go to Paramount to drink together." He Dingxian's voice became louder and he shouted loudly to the brothers: "I will be the master."

The guys in Group B all agreed after hearing this: "Thank you, sir!"

"Thank you sir!"

At this time, Da Vinci opened the door, walked to the office, looked at He Dingxian and asked: "Sir, can I help you?"

He Dingxian smiled and walked up and put his arm around Da Vinci's shoulders: "Vinci, I have a date with some girls tonight. Are you interested in bringing the guys from Group A with you?"

Da Vinci turned his head and glanced at the guy next to him, then turned around and said, "It's not good, there are more than a dozen people, and someone will die."

He Dingxian lightly punched Da Vinci: "One person per person, it's enough to help others, no life needed!"

"That's no problem." Da Vinci said cheerfully: "Just getting familiar with my colleagues."

"That's it!" He Dingxian patted Wenxi on the shoulder, waved to the guys, and walked into the office again.

An investigation document was placed on the table, and the name "Cai Zhaoguang" was written on the surface of the bag. The first case that the ghost guy gave him was not to give him a chance, but to put handcuffs and shackles on him.

A Chinese anti-corruption team leader doesn't even dare to investigate the case of a Chinese detective. What qualifications do he have to investigate other cases? If He Dingxian stirs up trouble, he can be easily blocked by taking out Cai Zhaoguang's case again.

He Dingxian didn't even bother to read the contents of the document, so he locked it in the cabinet. Fighting against corruption, "rebellion for the sake of corruption" and "rebellion for corruption". After all, it is an administrative department used to fight for power. The tricks used are very sharp. .

At night, Central, Paramount.

He Dingxian booked the largest box in the front row, hired more than 20 young ladies, and four gigolos.

In fact, there are not many gays among the ghosts. If there are two in two groups, there will be exactly one in each group. The probability is 1 in 10. Is it high? One person sends two gigolos, one in front of the other, to satisfy them hard!

The nightclub manager and six waiters are on hand at all times. Anyone sitting in the box who is not happy drinking and smashing the bottle is qualified to smash the owner of the restaurant!

"Mike, are you happy?" He Dingxian held Nightingale in his arms, crossed his legs, sat among the crowd, turned to the right and shouted to a ghost guy.

The ghost guy was standing on a table, taking off his shirt, spilling foreign wine on his chest and back, and happily letting the gigolo lick it, and shouted very happily: "Happy! Happy! Thank you Sir He!"

Nightingale was wearing a red sequined dance skirt, her hair was tied up, and she was nestled next to her boss. She had just finished singing and came off the stage. There was some sweat on her back, and her hands were slightly stained with the wettest body fluids. When He Dingxian was socializing alone, Nightingale was the only girl who got Miss Chu's nod and could accompany He Sheng.

"Welcome Sir He to the anti-corruption room. I wish Sir He a promotion and good luck in his work!" Da Vinci took the lead and asked the police officers to raise their glasses. The atmosphere suddenly became lively. He Dingxian finished his toast, took a sip of wine and smiled. : "Thank you everyone."

"Mike, my English is not good, how about I give you a Chinese name?" He Dingxian shouted loudly: "The guys in the group should also be given Chinese names, so that it will be easier for them to do things in the future."

The Gui Lao police officers looked at each other, the alcohol in their eyes had receded a lot. They regarded Sir He as their son, and they had no intention of changing their names. They are not senior officials. They have to face the Chinese society and only work in the police force.

Calling me by my Chinese name is too weird and uncomfortable! What do their British colleagues in other departments think of them?