Hong Kong Island Old Events

He Dingxian thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, I'll leave this matter to you."

Lei Luo looked happy: "Boss, don't worry."

"I'm the best at killing ghosts." He raised an evil smile on his lips, as if he did have a special hobby for ghosts.

There is someone to take the order for such a big job, so if you don’t use it, it will be in vain.

He Dingxian himself considered pushing one of them to block, because Zhou Junnian asked him to hand in his certificate, and he could also push his subordinates to block, as a final layer of insurance. This layer of insurance may not be able to save your position in the event of an accident, but it can save your life!

Of course, location is almost as important as destiny.

Zhou Junnian didn't care who was behind it, he just wanted an attitude, as long as the damned person died.

Things are done.

Gao Yongsheng pondered for a moment and said, "Sir, do you want my help?"

If you don't speak up at this time, it's easy to make the boss unhappy.

"No."

"Aluo can handle it all by himself." He Dingxian said with a smile.

Gao Yongsheng nodded: "Okay, if you need help, please speak out at any time."

Today, Sir He has hooked up with six Chinese congressmen. He has already stepped into the circle of high-class Chinese people. He not only trampled the dwarf mules under his feet, but also left their group of wage earners far away.

Gao Yongsheng was frightened and a little bit jealous.

Three days later.

Salisbury Road, Tsim Sha Tsui.

A middle-aged gentleman wearing a black suit, slicked-back hair, a mustache, and a top hat walked out of the Peninsula Hotel and stood in front of a Mercedes-Benz sedan.

He untied his cuffs, moved his shoulders for a while, took out a cigarette from his arms, lit it with a match, took a deep breath, and exhaled: "Huh."

This person's face has high cheekbones and a narrow chin. He has a diamond-shaped face that is common among British people.

"Sir, please get in the car." The doorman opened the door and bowed.

He got into the car with a cigarette in his mouth.

The car drove away from the hotel gate and drove along the coast to Huangpu Dockyard.

This person is the superintendent of Huangpu Shipyard, a retired navy engineer, and a member of the Legislative Council. He is currently quarreling with Zhou Junnian over a tariff regulation. There was a fierce quarrel in the lobby of the Legislative Council some time ago.

The Zhou family controls hundreds of companies and is very concerned about economic policies. A simple economic regulation may cause tens of millions of losses to its companies.

Many Chinese investors have given shares to the Zhou family, which in itself is a way of binding interests to promote them as spokespersons.

The money was both candy and poison, forcing Zhou Junnian to use all means to fight against the British congressmen. In a sense, the Chinese congressmen were actually natural allies of the Chinese bosses.

Otherwise, it will be very difficult for He Dingxian to be accepted when he meets them for the first time.

At this time, the car came to Chuanjing Street, which was less than five kilometers away from Huangpu Dockyard. A Chevrolet car suddenly rushed out at the intersection: "Whoops!"

There was a sudden brake.

"Bang!"

Knocked the front of the car crookedly.

Aqil was sitting in the back seat of the car. He tilted his body and leaned against the car door and said in a panic: "Jason."

"Boss!" The driver glanced outside, opened the door and said, "It's okay, it just hit the car."

On the other side of the intersection, a new Volkswagen Beetle suddenly rushed out and knocked the driver back into the door: "Bang!"

The front of the car hit the straight car against the wall. The strong driver's flesh and blood was smashed into the steel frame. The boss Aqil was also hit with a broken head and bleeding, and he was unconscious.

A drunk ghost guy, holding whiskey in his hand, climbed out of the Beetle and yelled: "FUCK!"

"Things that don't have eyesight."

The Chinese owner of the Chevrolet sedan stood at the intersection, confused.

"I"

"No, you, you killed someone!"

Hong Kong Island's car penetration rate is among the highest in Asia, and car accidents occur from time to time. However, due to the limited road network, busy urban areas, and many dirt roads in the countryside, there are actually very few cases of fatal car accidents, and those who die are still ghosts.

The East Tsim Sha Tsui uniform team immediately rushed to the scene after receiving the news.

the next day.

He Dingxian opened the newspaper in his office and looked at the report on the death of a congressman in a car accident on the second page. He praised with interest: "Arlo, there is progress."

Know how to find a scapegoat.

good.

Moreover, Hong Kong Island has not yet established a traffic police force, and most traffic matters on the streets are under the jurisdiction of the uniformed team.

There is a traffic department that handles major traffic cases, and it is composed of ghost guys.

But besides collecting money and checking license plates, what else can the traffic police do? There wasn't even a single surveillance camera on the road, so we could only handle the situation according to the driver's confession and whatever the military uniform team wrote. What's more, Lei Luo also found a ghost rapist who had been released from prison.

Everyone on the job accepted the money and only knew that they were going to crash the car, but they didn’t know who was in the car.

I thought Inspector Zonghua’s promise was true!

"It is impossible for the police to dig deep. If the British members of the Legislative Council want revenge, they can only go to Sir Zhou. Anyway, my work is done." He Dingxian put down the newspaper and said calmly: "Now I just have to go to Sir Zhou. Waiting for Sir Zhou’s gift.”

That night.

Typhoon shelter.

Chen Xijiu drove a ghost guy to the pier, boarded a fishing boat, bowed and said, "Brother Luo, we've brought him here."

Lei Luo was wearing a windbreaker, sitting in the cabin, lowering his head and smoking: "Yeah."

Five plainclothes agents, with guns at their waists, stood around.

The fishing boat started and sailed out of the port. The ghost guy stepped forward and rubbed his fingers, and said greedily: "Money."

"your."

Lei Luo kicked over the cash box and spilled hundreds of thousands of Hong Kong dollars on the bottom of the bilge. Gui Lao quickly lay down on the ground, holding the money in his hands with a smile on his face. But when the fishing boat gradually sailed into the depths of the sea, Lei Luo A wooden stick stood next to him and hit Gui Lao hard on the head: "Bang."

The ghost man was holding the money box. Before he could be happy for a while, he felt a sharp pain in his head.

Lei Luo put the stick on his shoulder and sneered: "Throw it into the sea."

The two horse boys stepped forward without saying a word, dragged the ghost guy and threw him into the water. When there was no movement on the sea surface, they returned to the cabin and leaned over: "Brother Luo, it's done."

"The money is divided among the brothers."

Lei Luo handed the box to Chen Xijiu and clapped his hands: "It's better to give it to the brothers than to give it to the ghost."

The end of the month.

The Legislative Council held a vote. Twenty-three British members and six Chinese members supported the passage of the Anti-Corruption Bill, while ten British members opposed it. There were three rounds of voting. The first two rounds were for the Legislative Council to amend the regulations. proposals, and the final round is the proposal to implement the bill.

The Legislative Council, which was originally scheduled to have 40 seats, was reduced to 39 seats due to the death of one legislator.

The status of legislative seats is important. If a member is unable to perform his duties, his vote will be regarded as an abstention. New members must hold a by-election next year before they can officially take office.

As soon as the Anti-Corruption Bill was passed, it immediately caused an uproar in society. First of all, the citizens are kept in the dark and actually think that the Hong Kong government is determined to crack down on corruption. Judging from the previous "Corruption Case of the Equipment Division", the Hong Kong government's anti-corruption actions are indeed vigorous. Now it has been officially legislated to give the police greater authority. Permissions can really give people a shot in the arm.

In a sense, the Anti-Corruption Act is not fake, and the police’s anti-corruption campaign is also real!

Although the law enforcement is selective and anti-corruption is flexible, it is more determined than before. Sometimes, many policies that are beneficial to the whole society are actually promoted by those in power for their own selfish interests.

This is not a scandal. It is better to hope that human nature is selfless. It is better to hope that the sky has eyes. Social progress and development are self-interests time and time again. But if more people are affected, it will naturally be of public benefit.

Secondly, the business community on Hong Kong Island, whether British or Chinese, was greatly shocked.

Because the new Anti-Corruption Act only gives the police the power to investigate commercial corruption cases, the knife is placed on their necks.

As the promoter of the bill and the head of the Wan Chai Anti-Corruption Office, Ho Ting-yin suddenly became a favorite among Chinese investors.

The only thing they don't care about in this matter is the association members, because there are too many laws to sanction associations. Do they lack an "Anti-Corruption Act"? If you're afraid of the law, don't hang out!

night.

When He Dingxian returned home, Luo Caiyun stepped forward to take the coat, bent down and brought out a pair of slippers: "Brother-in-law."

"Call my husband!"

He Dingxian put on flip-flops, pinched her cheek, and corrected her again.

"don't want."

Luo Caiyun turned around and said coquettishly: "It's better to call me brother-in-law."

"Husband, thank you for your hard work."

In the kitchen, while Bai Yue'e was busy, she didn't forget to satisfy her husband's little quirks.

He Dingxian walked into the living room, sat down comfortably on the sofa, and crossed his legs.

"Yue'e is still good."

On serving people.

Still a concubine.

After He Dingxian finished his dinner, Chu Yunnan had just returned home and put a stack of greeting cards on the table: "They're all here for you."

"Looking for me?" He picked up the greeting card and looked at it. The names were all presidents and directors of major chambers of commerce, and big bosses from all walks of life. "Why are you holding the post asking for me?"

"Some are sent to the company, and some are sent to Dad." Chu Yunnan held the shoe cabinet with one hand, took off her high heels with the other, and rubbed her heels, her gesture unintentionally seductive.

He Dingxian was too lazy to read the greetings again, put them away, and casually said: "Pick a few and I'll meet them."

"We have to give some advice to the brothers in the anti-corruption office."

Now that the power of the anti-corruption office has been increased, the ghost guys will naturally want to charge more money. The big bosses come to him, clearly knowing that they want to deal with him in advance, but it is difficult to talk to them when they come to him.

Chu Yunnan returned to the room, took off her coat, changed her clothes and said, "It's up to you."

He Dingxian followed her into the door and slapped her buttocks: "What do you want with me?"

The next day, morning.

Wan Chai, Anti-Corruption Office.

"Sir."

"Sir."

When Da Vinci, Gay Beard and others saw the officer entering, they all stood up and said hello. Their attitude was even worse than that of the Chinese police officers. Because He Dingxian did everything for the Chinese police officers in the anti-corruption room on behalf of his gangsters.

He can proudly say that as long as you mix with him, you will be treated equally regardless of race or nationality!

The best way for a force to expand is to unite all the people who can be united, and be tolerant in everything you do. How can you cultivate a pro-China faction among the ghosts if you don't even have a little bit of tolerance?

"Good morning."

He Dingxian greeted several police officers.

"Good morning, sir!"

"Good morning." Da Vinci, Gay Xu and the others actually greeted each other in Chinese.

Pro-China faction.

First time!