Hong Kong Island Old Events

"Haha, Sir He, I have always been honest. I only dare to drive a Ford at work because I am afraid that someone will misunderstand me." Ge Bai sat on the sofa and said seriously: "I think every British police officer is a corrupt criminal! "

"What are you afraid of?"

He Dingxian offered a cup of tea, crossed his legs, and said calmly and confidently: "It's not a misunderstanding."

"I have already prepared your share and will hand it over together with the dues at the end of the month. As for you, you can handle it among yourselves."

Police Officer Guilao made some contributions during the May storm, and it is necessary to properly share the profits. Although the ghost guys are not on the front line, secretly cooperating with the Chinese in the police force and acquiescing to the Chinese in their affairs is a contribution in itself.

If Gui Lao hadn't stabilized himself at the critical moment, not only would there have been more deaths on the streets, but there would have been internal disputes.

"Thank you, sir!"

Ge Bai readily agreed.

He is the deputy director of operations and the white paper fan of the pro-China faction of Gui Lao, who is in charge of the police force's black accounts.

"Da da da."

Chen Zichao stood at the door with a bag of breakfast, raised his hand and knocked on the door. When he saw that there were already guests in the office, he secretly thought something was wrong. He Dingxian turned around and waved to him: "Put down your things and you can leave."

"Yes, sir!"

Chen Zichao put the documents and breakfast together, stood at attention and saluted, and did not forget to salute Ge Bai: "Good morning, Sir Ge."

"Um."

Ge Bai nodded slightly.

He Dingxian asked Ge Bai, "Have you had breakfast?"

"without."

Ge Bai smiled and shook his head.

"It's just for two people, let's eat some together." He Dingxian looked at the breakfast in the plastic bag and pointed at it. Ge Bai readily agreed, and the two officers sat in the office and started eating breakfast. Chen Zichao returned to the tea room and made a cup of coffee, opened the drawer and took out a pack of crispy noodles.

"Sir Chen, have you seen Brother Yi?"

Major Crime Inspector Huang Bingyao, wearing plain clothes, stepped forward and asked. Chen Zichao was chewing dry noodles and said in a puzzled tone: "Is this the first brother?"

"What sir!"

Huang Bingyao said: "Sir He put on the license plate No. 1, Ba Guan, and now the people below call him the first brother. The police force is the largest and most powerful!"

"oh."

"Brother Yi is having breakfast with the deputy director." Chen Zichao said.

Huang Bingyao felt something was wrong: "You just went downstairs to buy breakfast. Didn't you go in to eat it together?"

"We're gone. How can three people be full with that little food? I came back to eat some to fill our stomachs." Chen Zichao said: "The superiors sit in the office, and we work on the front line. It's different. Later, when the superiors wanted to chat, I would Come back first."

"oh"

Huang Bingyao laughed secretly in his heart.

In the office.

As soon as He Dingxian sent Ge Bai away, he returned to his chair. He opened the file and glanced at it twice. He found that it was the case file of Lu Hanming's murder. He immediately knew what was going on and put it away in the cabinet. Then start processing the official documents left over from the past week. Most of them are order documents issued by superiors, many of which are related to street riots.

The expired documents are classified together and prepared for destruction, and the remaining documents are processed one by one.

same day.

noon.

The Police Force officially announced the receipt of royal awards and royal titles. At the same time, it issued certificates of commendation to Lei Luo, Yan Xiong, Chen Li, Jiang Zuhui and others, recommending Lei Luo and Jiang Zuhui as officials in Kowloon and Hong Kong Island respectively. Justice of the Peace.

The Governor of Hong Kong did not make concessions to the Chinese in terms of power, in terms of title, face, money, and even every police officer from He Dingxian down.

"Uncle Li."

"What's the point of adding a royal title?" Lu Minghua, a Chinese inspector from the Anti-Corruption Office, came to the chief's office to deliver water. When he saw the chief was flipping through a newspaper, bored, he took the opportunity to ask. Chen Li was indeed in a good mood. When he had time, he put down the newspaper and said with a smile, "Are you very concerned?"

"No."

Seeing the officer's smiling eyes, Lu Minghua said curiously, "It's just that the guys are talking about it. It seems to be a very honorable thing."

"Glory ass!"

"The mainland is being liberated, and it's really embarrassing to have a Royal Police Force on Hong Kong Island. For example, you used to be the Hong Kong government's dog, but now the British admit that you are the Queen's dog! That's what the title is. Simple."

"Royal Police Force, cut it." Chen Li looked disdainful.

Lu Minghua looked puzzled: "Why not do this?"

"Keep it."

Chen Li opened the newspaper and sighed helplessly: "You always have to give bones to raise a dog. Having enough food and drink is more important than face, especially for you little guys. The big guys are not short of money, you have more Everyone is happy with ten or eight dollars."

"It can indeed win people's hearts."

For example, Chen Li, Lei Luo, Yan Xiong and others regard "titles" as "dog tags", but for the vast majority of low-level police officers, adding titles is useful. Not to mention that the royal title gives the Chinese in the police force an extra face and a sense of belonging, the ten or eight yuan of funding alone is enough to make the Chinese more willing to work for the ghost guy.

However, after the police force had a royal title, the pro-British faction among the Chinese had greater growing ground and legal support. After all, the police force is the Royal Police Force, and they are born to serve the ghosts. Instead, the Chinese independents have become rebels.

It can only be said that Gui Lao is very good at colonial management, and every penny will never be wasted. He not only wants to win people's hearts, but also distorts culture.

"correct."

"What is your relationship with the New Territories Lu family?" Chen Li suddenly thought of it and asked. Lu Minghua smiled: "Boss, what does a new immigrant like me have to do with the Lu family? There is a man named Lu Qichang in Kowloon O. As far as I know, he is a member of the Lu family."

"Okay, if you need a background but no background, and if you need money but no money, what's the use of being able to read?" Chen Li waved his hand and said, "Go and do your work."

In fact, Lu Minghua also came from a comprador family in his hometown. He studied in England since he was a child. Unfortunately, his family declined after the founding of the People's Republic of China, and only a few families fled to Hong Kong Island. However, families like this have a good educational foundation and have worked hard for one or two generations, so they have a good chance of starting over.

No matter how poor you are, you cannot afford education because education can ensure the bottom line and prevent families from falling into the poor class.

"Brother Luo, congratulations." Lardboy put a gift box on the table, walked into the restaurant, opened his arms, strode forward to hug Lei Luo, who was wearing a suit and corsage, and gave a thumbs up in praise. : "Kowloon Justice of the Peace."

"Awesome!"

"It's just a justice of the peace. How many people can he manage?" Lei Luo looked modest, but there was an endless stream of people who came to congratulate and give gifts. The entire restaurant had three floors and forty tables, all of which were packed.

In addition to the subordinates in Kowloon District, there are also police colleagues, including factory owners and celebrities.

Lardboy smoked a cigar, looked at the scene of crowded guests and busy traffic, and secretly nodded: "It is true that a Justice of the Peace without a gun can't control many people, but a Justice of the Peace on duty in the police force is extraordinary!"

Justices of the Peace are different from members of Parliament. Their titles have no real power. How much power they can exert by their titles depends entirely on the influence of the Justices of the Peace. Normally speaking, unofficial Justices of the Peace are just a show-off. Many big bosses and celebrities can obtain them, and they can join the upper class society, attend meetings, and establish connections with important political figures.

The official justices of the peace are very powerful. They have authority and supervisory power. They draw on each other's strength and are all bosses in their respective fields. Historically, few serving police officers have served as justices of the peace because justices of the peace can discuss politics and have the power to supervise social phenomena.

The police force also has law enforcement power. If the supervision power and law enforcement power of an area overlap with one person, then one can imagine the power of that person. The Hong Kong government probably also saw that Inspector Hua, the chief inspector of the two districts, had already covered the sky with one hand, and simply used this as the minimum price to appease him. After all, Justice of the Peace is only awarded to individuals and does not represent every Inspector General. If the position of Inspector General Hua is eliminated in the future, the title of Justice of the Peace will certainly not be issued again.

However, Lardboy could tell just by looking at the guests that in the past Lei Luo only made friends with some factory owners and club bosses, but now he can use the title of Justice of the Peace to climb up and get to know some of the four major families and other powerful people.

"Come on, come on, Azai, you sit down first." Lei Luo saw another guest coming in and greeted him quickly: "I'll entertain the other guests first."

"well."

Lardboy agreed with a smile.

"Brother Xijiu."

"I heard that Brother Yi gave the position of Inspector Hua in the New Territories to Brother Luo?" At a wine table, several Inspector Hua from the Kowloon District were whispering to each other. With the establishment of the New Territories District, relevant functional departments have successively Arrive at work.

Many Chinese detectives who were originally under the jurisdiction of Kowloon District will also officially become Chinese detectives in the New Territories and usher in new supervisors.

Chen Xijiu serves as Lei Luo's confidant.

Many people came to check out the news.

I saw Chen Xijiu sitting on a chair, covering his mouth tightly, raising a glass and saying: "The New Territories are originally under the control of Brother Luo. It is normal for the first brother to hand over the New Territories to Brother Luo. The Hong Kong government cannot set up a New Territories area. Someone You just want to climb on Brother Luo’s head, right?”

"The ghosts have their own system, and the Chinese have their own rules."

"yes."

Detective Zhang Zhide of Dabu District said: "Is there anyone chosen for Brother Luo?"

Each of the seven Inspector Hua in the New Territories hopes to be promoted. To this end, many people have paid for activities in the past week, but Chen Xijiu smiled and said: "It must be one of Sir Zeng and Sir Cai."

"No way?"

Cheung Chi-tak was very surprised: "One of Sham Shui Po and Wan Chai has a development project, and the other is a fertile water area. Are these two sirs willing to do hard work in the countryside of the New Territories?"

The Chinese detectives in Kowloon all hope to be transferred to Hong Kong Island, just as the New Territories all hope to be transferred to Kowloon. Who would be willing to be transferred to the countryside? Chen Xijiu smiled and said nothing: "Brother Luo can't trust anyone except Sir Zeng and Sir Cai."

"Sir Cai is here."

Chen Xijiu suddenly stopped speaking, stood up with all the Chinese detectives, and bowed to a middle-aged police officer who had just entered the door.

Central.

A Mercedes Benz slowly stopped at the entrance of the Oriental Bank headquarters. When two security guards saw the license plate, they immediately stepped forward and opened the door, bowing and saluting: "Mr. He."

"Mr. He."

He Dingxian wore a suit, stepped out of the car, nodded to the two security guards, and walked into the office building with several subordinates.