Hong Kong Island Old Events

"Sir Yifu, let's have tea first." He Dingxian politely invited him in and handed him a cup of hot tea before sitting down: "Is there any news from the management office?"

Yifu took the tea cup and took a sip. He was not surprised by his straightforward approach and said with a smile: "It's not news from the management office, it's from the military intelligence office."

"I heard that Sir Ho was assassinated last night. The senior police commissioner was assassinated on the street in Central. This is a serious provocation by lawless forces against the police force!"

He Dingxian nodded.

"I happen to have a good relationship with Jiade, the head of the Military Intelligence Department. After receiving the news, I immediately called the Military Intelligence Department to inquire." Ifu put down the tea cup and said with a smile: "Based on the information obtained by the Military Intelligence Department, the assassination may be related to the Secrecy Bureau."

"Speak directly." He Dingxian's tone was no longer vague.

It can be seen that Ifu intends to take this opportunity to claim credit, whether it is an exchange of interests or political speculation.

This is all a bargaining chip.

"I have obtained the Secrecy Bureau's site on Hong Kong Island." Ifu said.

He Dingxian said dissatisfied: "It's just the site's information?"

"I can tell you straightforwardly that the person in charge of the Secrecy Bureau has come to Hong Kong Island in order to pursue the batch of seized goods. You also have a share in that batch of goods. If you have any information, come out at once."

Ifu shook his head: "There is only information from this one site, but the destruction of the Secrecy Bureau's station in Hong Kong left the Secrecy Bureau's people without a liaison office and disconnected from each other, which greatly weakened the Secrecy Bureau's power."

"After all, I work in the police force, not the Military Intelligence Department. Jiade is willing to sell me the site's information, which is already a favor to me."

“It’s a lot of money to pay.”

"Does it matter whether the person in charge comes or not?"

He Dingxian thought for a moment and nodded: "Let's make a price!"

As a secret service organization with a single line of communication, once the site is destroyed, the Secrecy Bureau will be absolutely paralyzed in the short term. With the situation faced by the Secrecy Bureau in Taiwan, it will be difficult to rebuild the site in the medium to long term. The single line of communication is both an advantage and a disadvantage of the secret service.

No matter how powerful Madman Mao is, he can't make a meal without rice.

The threat to him will drop significantly.

The assassination plan may go bankrupt. Of course, it is difficult to directly find Madman Mao with just a piece of site information, but the dagger can be inserted one inch at a time, and two more stabs can kill the person!

He Dingxian originally thought that he had to be controlled by others and went to ask the people from Jinghua News Agency, but the ghost guy suddenly came out to help, and the situation suddenly became clearer, and he became more than capable of advancing or retreating. It's not that you have to favor the ghost guy, but if you have a choice, you will naturally take advantage of it.

Yifu's move was a timely help, which was also a gift to his heart. Therefore, Sir He seemed very generous. However, Yifu put the document at hand on the table with an amiable smile and said: "Sir He, the police force has been developing continuously. It is inseparable from the efforts of the Chinese police, and you and I are close friends, so talking about money is too foreign."

"To provoke you is to provoke the police force!"

"As a member of the police management, I have the responsibility to clear up the name of the police force and let all Hong Kong citizens know that the police force is majestic and will not tolerate provocation!"

He Dingxian looked at the key information given away on the table with deep and solemn eyes, feeling greatly surprised.

He opened the drawer and took out a box of cigars. He slowly took out one and handed it to the deputy director of management in front of him. He said with a complicated expression and a meaningful expression: "Sir Ifu, your way of making friends has improved."

Yi Fu took the cigar and said with a smile: "Treating people with sincerity is something I learned from Sir He."

"good!"

He Dingxian also lit a cigar, supported the sofa with one hand, crossed his legs, and said solemnly: "I accept this gift. If Sir Ifu needs anything in the future, please call me at any time."

"call."

Yifu held his cigar between his fingers, exhaled the smoke, and said confidently: "Thank you, sir."

He Dingxian touched the file on the desktop and opened it, glanced at it hurriedly, stood up and was about to make a call. Yifu immediately stopped staying for a long time, adjusted his cuffs, and said: "Sir He, there is something in the department that needs to be dealt with. Let's go first."

"Goodbye, sir!"

He Dingxian smiled.

Ifu turned and left.

Seeing that the phone in his hand was connected, He Dingxian said solemnly: "Get the car ready and go to Jinghua News Agency."

"receive."

Lan Gang put down the phone and hurried over.

He Dingxian took the documents in his hand, wore a suit, and walked away.

I originally thought that Ifu was going to use the information to become a second-tier dealer and take advantage of the opportunity to make a profit, or he had some political needs and wanted to get into power and fight for the interests of the neo-colonial faction. But I didn't expect that he had nothing to gain, just to show off the neo-colonial faction. The goodwill of the Chinese police forces.

This made He Dingxian feel surprised and at ease at the same time. In the future, more police officers would definitely support the neo-colonial faction.

Golden bell.

A five-story building.

The motorcade stopped on the street. A dozen police officers in plain clothes with alert expressions opened the door and got out of the car. They stood by the car and observed the pedestrians. The five agents stood half a meter apart, guarding the boss in the middle. They entered the building all the way to the second floor and knocked on the mottled wooden door of the newspaper office.

Lan Gang entered the door first, raised his ID, and said to a member who came forward to ask: "The serious crime team is inspecting. Please put your ID card on the table and let your person in charge come out to talk."

"good."

"good."

The member of the club was wearing a shirt and looked simple. He originally wanted to question the visitor, but after seeing the ID, he nodded obediently, turned around and ran to the president's office. The other members also stopped what they were doing, took out their ID cards, and handed them over to the police officer for inspection one by one.

Several plainclothes officers were instructed to have a good attitude towards the members. Basically, they just went through a process and returned their IDs to the members.

The president was wearing a suit, a silver watch on his wrist, and a pair of round glasses. He trotted to the door and greeted kindly: "Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Don't call me sir." Lan Gang said with a straight face, ignoring the hands held out by the president, and stood silently behind the boss. He Dingxian had just revealed his true face in the crowd, but the president had experienced many battles, dealt with things tactfully, and had a brighter smile. He didn't feel embarrassed at all, so he stretched out his hand in front of He Dingxian: "Sir, hello."

"Hello."

He Dingxian stretched out a hand, held it and smiled: "President Zhang, long time no see."

Whether as a police officer or a businessman, he had dealings with Zhang Miaowen, the then-head of the newspaper. There were even two occasions when Huo Guantai kept company. There was no friendship at all, but it was definitely not a stranger.

Zhang Miaowen also had a stress reaction when a large group of detectives rushed into the newspaper office, and he did not recognize He Dingxian for a while. Now seeing He Dingxian, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile on his face: "Sir He, it's been a long time."

"Is there any news from the police force that newspapers can't write about indiscriminately?"

he asked tentatively.

Although the Hong Kong government has never had the final say on what this newspaper writes, the person in charge can consider accommodating the details of current affairs news. What's more, the protagonist of the news is about the person in front of him. However, He Dingxian didn't care about what was written in the newspaper at all. Instead, he smiled and said: "No, no, President Zhang, don't be nervous. It's just that there was a shooting in Central last night. There was a Someone claiming to be a newspaper employee provided useful clues.”

"I brought people to the newspaper office firstly to express my gratitude and give them the Police Good Citizen Award. Secondly, I hope to have a chat in person to see if there is any other information."

"I don't know, can the president recognize this handwriting?"

Zhang Miaowen took a small piece of paper handed over by Sir He. After opening it, his expression remained unchanged and he said: "He Sheng, please come in."

He Dingxian nodded, waved his subordinates to stop, and led only Lan Gang, two police officers, and the president into the office area. They walked around the cabinet twice and came to the door of an office. President Zhang straightened his clothes, raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Da da da."

"Commissioner, Officer He is looking for you."

A reply came from inside: "Please come in."

President Zhang opened the door, turned sideways and said, "Officer He, please!"

When He Dingxian entered the room alone, he saw a middle-aged man with unshaven beard and wearing a white shirt, pouring boiling water from a large hot pot.

Pour hot water into the enamel cup and roll up a few tea leaves.

The middle-aged man covered the kettle and said with a smile: "Mr. He, there is no need to be nervous or polite. I am the messenger specifically responsible for your affairs. The conversation between the two of us will be reported directly to Hong Kong Island. No one else will know."

"Thank you."

He Dingxian took the red enamel cup.

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "My surname is Jin and my name is Guo. Just call me Lao Jin."

He Dingxian took a sip of tea, nodded and said, "Mr. Jin, did you ask someone to deliver that note?"

"I write."

Jin Weiguo chuckled, took out a pack of white cigarettes, held out a cigarette and said, "Want one?"

"Haha, okay." He Dingxian didn't refuse. As soon as he put the cigarette in his mouth, the match was handed over to him. He quickly blocked it with his hand, then took a sip and said with a smile: "It tastes really good."

"Hand-rolled."

Jin Weiguo smiled and said: "Although the industry in the mainland is not good, there are many things that people can do better than machines."

"call."

The two of them puffed away smoke.

Jin Wei Guodao: "I have heard about what happened to Mr. He last night. The people from the Secrecy Bureau were really quick to act, but their actions have always been under our control. Officer He, do you need help?"

He Dingxian blew a long message and did not reply directly. Instead, he asked: "So, Brother Weiguo knew all the news in advance and deliberately cut off the beginning and the end to give me a warning? In Brother Weiguo's eyes, I am a waiter." People who are selling at high prices are just using the Secrecy Bureau to beat them?"

Jin Weiguo held a cigarette between his fingers and his smile suddenly stopped. A person who came to ask for help and save his life would never say these words. Immediately, he narrowed his eyes, flicked the ashes from his cigarette, and said, "Mr. He, please don't get me wrong."

"I didn't manipulate anyone or coerce anyone's thoughts."

"It's just that we have never met, so how can we make you believe it? I can only let you know one sentence and let you check it yourself to know the authenticity of the matter. Only when you see our sincerity will you believe our attitude. What's more, we are in control Their direction of action does not mean they have control over everything.”