Hong Kong Island Old Events

The next day, in the morning.

After attending the conferment ceremony, Ho Ting-hsien was officially appointed as Chief Inspector. In the afternoon, he came to the golf course and met Deputy Director of Operations Jian Baoning.

Jian Baoning was wearing a white sportswear and a sun hat, holding a club in his hand, and swung a blow: "Pop."

The golf ball flies in an arc.

"Sir, good shot."

He Dingxian stood nearby, raising his hands and applauding.

Jian Baoning turned around and said, "Sir He, I heard that you used to come here to play ball."

"Occasionally."

He Dingxian smiled.

Jian Baoning said: "You are very good at playing football, right?"

"It's average." He Dingxian followed the officer's footsteps and watched as the officer came to the ball drop point. He held the pole with both hands and gestured back and forth in a standard posture: "That's right. They are all going to watch the horse racing."

Jianbao laughed softly, swung the club again, and hit the ball into the hole.

"Tell me, you came here specifically to see me. You can't just play ball with me. What do you have to say?" Jian Baoning handed the club to his subordinate, took off his gloves, turned back to the lounge, and glanced sideways at He Dingxian: "Although, You are the one who ousted Sir An, but I am not Sir An."

He shrugged: "I don't want to hit you!"

He Dingxian laughed heartily: "Haha, Sir Jian is really good at telling jokes."

"I just want to make friends with Sir Jian and give him some gifts by the way."

Jian Baoning stretched out his hand, took the cigar lit by his subordinate, held it in his mouth, took a deep breath, exhaled and said, "Don't bring the money up."

"unnecessary!"

He Dingxian smiled: "Am I going to use a little silver paper to insult the officer? My gift is friendship. I represent all Chinese police officers and come to make friends with Sir Jian."

"Sir Qian, give me a chance." He stretched out his hand.

Jian Baoning paused in his steps and looked sideways: "You want me to compete in the ring with Sir Mai?"

He Dingxian solemnly said: "Since Sir Mai has a problem with me, I can only change my family and come to join Sir Jian."

"As for whether Sir Jian wants to sell me or use me, it all depends on Sir Jian."

Jian Baoning pondered for a while, shook hands with him, and emphasized: "Just making friends!"

"right!"

He Dingxian nodded, feeling the strength of Jian Baoning's palm, and felt a little more confident.

As expected, the military faction was still unwilling to give in!

Firstly, the military faction has broad support at the grassroots level. Secondly, the fee-collecting power means that the income is too high. The military faction has changed from being a person who distributes money to someone who queues up to receive money. They will not be willing to pay for money.

If you think that this way the military faction will fully support him, then you are looking down on the military faction! The remaining military factions in the Hong Kong Island Police Force are all rooted in the operations department, surviving and developing, and for what purpose? It’s about preserving strength! Waiting for a comeback!

In fact, the military faction will be completely assimilated within more than ten years. Once the political label is torn off, it will be difficult to put it back on. The subsequent deputy director of operations no longer had the political influence of a military representative, but was just an operations commander appointed by senior officials.

The military faction cannot afford to lose!

The more this happens, the harder it is to rise up. The trend of the times has already driven the army to despair. As a leader with political autonomy, Jian Baoning will never sacrifice his political future for others.

They would rather not gamble than lose, so the military faction will be assimilated.

Now, if we want to take advantage of Jian Baoning's influence, we must first not let him conclude that the Chinese police will go to war with Sir Mai.

"Say it."

"Do you have any ideas, or is there anything you would like me to help with?" Jian Baoning asked aloud.

It was precisely because the military faction was weak that it could not refuse the surrender of the representatives of the Chinese police. It was also precisely because He Dingxian defeated the military faction that he gained more attention from the military faction.

"I personally want to be transferred to the Operations Department." He Dingxian cleverly avoided the temptation and concealed the political goals of the Chinese police as his own pursuit of interests. He said loudly: "Sir Jian is the Deputy Director of Operations. Please transfer me to the Operations Department." It shouldn’t be a difficult task for the Operations Department.”

"It's not easy to adjust others, but it's not easy to adjust you." Jian Baoning smoked a cigar and said frankly: "Sir Mai has always favored you. Sir Mai will personally deal with any transfer that involves you."

"But the Commissioner of Police must also respect the opinions of the Deputy Commissioner." He Dingxian said: "Although the Commissioner of Police is the highest commander, the Deputy Commissioner of Operations has the power to go deep into the front line."

"The Anti-Corruption Office and the Operations Department are directly under the jurisdiction of the Deputy Director of Operations. If you want to make an internal transfer, as long as you insist on it, it will definitely be passed."

Jian Baoning looked at him and smiled: "Why should I choke for you and Sir Mai?"

"Just because you beat us!"

He Dingxian sighed: "There is no future in staying in the anti-corruption office. I want to return to the front line, whether in the Chinese department or not."

Jian Baoning stared at him for a moment, seeming to read his mind: "Now there is no Chinese department in the police force. According to the British department, departments can be transferred to each other."

"Sir."

"Do you believe it?" He Dingxian asked in return. Jian Baoning did not answer. His thoughts were self-evident. He Dingxian said something unexpected: "I believe it!"

"So, I want to be transferred to the Operations Department and continue to collect money. Maybe I can make some money for Sir Jian and other officers with military backgrounds."

"What you can earn will definitely be no less than what you earn for Sir Mai."

Jian Baoning finally let go and nodded: "Okay!"

"I can transfer you to the operations department, but first you have to let me see your value. I will not go to war for a useless person." This sentence is already very obvious. He Dingxian must win benefits for them, and when the benefits are realized Previously, the military faction's power would not come into play.

This was the negative influence He Dingxian had after defeating the Army Faction for Mai Jingtao, because the people in the Army Faction did not dare to believe him first for fear of being betrayed.

"No problem!" He Dingxian accepted it calmly, weighed the club in his hand, and asked: "Sir, have you rested enough?"

"I'll fight this one first."

Jian Baoning held the cigar, spread out his right hand, and shrank his neck to signal: "Please!"

"Brother Xiong."

"Why are we called brothers?"

Central.

Oriental Bank.

Attic, incense hall.

Chen Zichao, Hong Tianci, Lei Meng, Huang Bingyao.

The four of them followed Qiu Degeng up the stairs, and saw Yan Xiong standing in front of the statue of Guan Sheng with his hands clasped, raising his hands high, bowing to the ground, and performing three prostrations and nine kowtows.

Qiu Degen locked the door and exited the incense hall. Several gunmen stood at the door.

The three of them felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere and looked at each other with increasingly serious expressions.

After Yan Xiong finished the ceremony, he stood up and went to the cigarette. He picked up a handful of red incense, held it diagonally and placed it on the candle to burn. There were more than a dozen candles on the table, swaying in the wind, illuminating the five people in the hall. .

"Brothers, how does Brother Xian treat you?" Yan Xiong suddenly asked, and Chen Zichao replied: "Sir He has nothing to say to the brothers!"

"Money and food."

"The status is enough!"

Huang Bingyao said: "It was Brother Xian who led us into the Crime Unit. Without Brother Xian, there would be no us."

"good!"

Yan Xiong took the incense and turned back to the four of them: "Now there is a manager position in Oriental Bank. Who do you want to do?"

The four people suddenly fell silent. They quit being good police officers and became bank managers. It was clear that they had something to deal with.

Who will take the lead?

Chen Zichao said in a loud voice: "Brother Xiong, please tell me what you have to say!"

"Come out, brothers, be prepared."

Yan Xiong stepped forward and distributed the incense to the four people, saying, "First pay homage to Guan Gong and then talk."

The five people stepped forward together, bowed deeply three times, and then each inserted the incense into the copper stove. Chen Zichao, Lei Meng and others looked at Yan Xiong together, and saw Yan Xiong picking up a lottery tube and saying: "Sir, what are you talking about?" Sir Gao has a conflict."

After saying this, all four of them changed their expressions.

"Sir Gao passed over to the ghost guy and refused to delegate power. Now Sir He needs to come out and sacrifice himself to give the crime team a warning. The four of you are still in the crime team and your position is just right. Line up and draw lots."

"The person who wins the lottery will have to live in Stanley for two years. After he comes out, he will be the manager of Oriental Bank. In addition, he will be given an apartment and a car."

Yan Xiong said: "Sir, please take care of me. I guarantee you will be comfortable for two years."

"I will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of my life!"

The four of them all know that whoever wins the lottery will have his political future ruined, and the confrontation between Sir He and Sir Gao will be extremely dangerous once involved.

Not to mention that Sir He lost, but Sir Gao won, and it was very easy to take revenge on them. But after Yan Xiong said that, he closed his eyes and waited for the four people to come forward, without giving them a chance to choose.

Sacrifice a detective-level squad leader.

Is it big?

Depend on!

Just a little guy.

As long as it plays a small role in the confrontation, it is worth it.

The four of them swallowed their saliva, and all their loyalty and faith were thrown out the window. People are selfish, who is willing to sacrifice for others? But Chen Zichao, one of the four, still walked forward step by step, reached out and pulled out a lottery ticket from the bamboo tube, his hands were shaking when he opened the lottery ticket.

Because they are afraid!

I'm afraid if I don't smoke, Brother Xiong will beat him to death on the spot!

The way to govern is to use both grace and power. Guan Erye is useless, but the knife in Guan Erye's hand is very useful.

"Huh!" Chen Zichao saw the black mark on the bamboo stick and let out a long breath. When he came to his senses, his forehead was already covered with fine sweat.

Lei Meng, Hong Tianci, and Huang Bingyao each stepped forward to complete the drawing of lots. When Huang Bingyao and Lei Meng relaxed and showed happy expressions, the three of them turned their attention to Hong Tianci together. Tianci, who was the second to draw lots, is still stunned. .

"male."

"Brother Xiong." Hong Tianci's expression was stiff and he was at a loss. He returned the red ticket to Yan Xiong. After Yan Xiong took it, he said expressionlessly: "This is life!"

"Your life!"

In fact, the political stance of these four people in the serious crime team has begun to waver. After all, Gao Yongsheng, as the leader of the serious crime team, has a way of winning people's hearts. It is natural and natural for several people to work for the chief.

Even He Dingxian couldn't find fault with them, but a draw was not only about hiring people, but also asking the four to correct their stance and clean up the team. The four of them all knew that once they got involved in the political dispute between the two bosses, they would have to choose one side to bet on, and someone would always be watching them.

If you dare to swing again, your whole family will be rich!

"Go home and rest. The bank doesn't have dinner for you, sir." Yan Xiong put the lottery tube back on the incense table and said with a chuckle: "I still need your support."