Hong Kong Police Force Chief

When Zhou Quan led the team to escort the suspect back to Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station, the lights in Huang Bingyao's office were still bright.

Originally, at this time, Huang Bingyao should have already got off work and went home to spend time with Zhou Quan's aunt and cousin.

As a result, because of Zhou Quan's incident, Huang Bingyao had the rare opportunity to work overtime for a while tonight.

Firstly, Huang Bingyao was waiting for Zhou Quan to return smoothly, and secondly, the phone calls in his office never stopped.

The person behind the phone call was either the director of this department or the commander of that region.

At the very least, they were all with the rank of senior superintendent, and there were even calls from senior management officials at the constitutional committee level.

Their meaning was very clear. They wanted to transfer Zhou Quan to their direct department.

For this reason, they even promised to take special care of Zhou Quan's promotion depending on the situation.

This situation is naturally what Zhou Quan can achieve.

As long as Zhou Quan's contribution is sufficient, then special promotion is definitely not a problem.

However, all these requests were rejected by Huang Bingyao either forcefully or tactfully.

Just kidding, it's not like their department can't fulfill the conditions promised by the top brass of the police force.

It is more secure for the younger generation of one's family to keep them by one's own side.

Huang Bingyao naturally knew what these colleagues were thinking, and they simply valued his nephew's achievements in psychology.

For the sake of his nephew's future, Huang Bingyao made a decision in place of Zhou Quan.

That is, whenever help is needed in the interrogation, Zhou Quan will do his best.

But if you want to transfer people directly, that's not necessary.

In short, it's just a sentence, you can help, but if you want to take away the pot, don't even think about it.

When Zhou Quan handed over the suspect and came to Huang Bingyao's office.

Before he entered the room, he heard Huang Bingyao shouting and banging the table in the office.

"Guan Da Bangchui, do you want to transfer my nephew to your North District?"

"How can you guarantee that you will be promoted to the big gang in one year and to the general gang in three years?"

"You can give the guarantee, can't I, Huang, be able to do it?"

“As I said before, you can help, but if you want to pick peaches, there’s no way!”

"Since the beginning of my military uniform, I, Mr. Huang, have always overpowered you. How dare you make such a noise with me?"

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Listening to his uncle's resonant voice, Zhou Quan couldn't help but feel a little curious.

You know, Huang Bingyao always looks like a smiling Maitreya.

People who can make him lose his composure are extremely rare, even in Zhou Quan's original memory.

Although Huang Bingyao's tone was very abnormal, Zhou Quan could tell that his uncle had a good relationship with the person on the other end of the phone.

Not to mention anything else, just the nickname Guan Da Bang Chui is something that people who are not close to him would not be able to call him.

After all, anyone who could directly talk to Huang Bingyao on the phone would certainly not have a lower police rank.

If Huang Bingyao has a weak relationship with the other party, then he has just directly offended the other party.

For a moment, Zhou Quan couldn't help but feel a little curious.

Who is it that makes his uncle's attitude so special, intimate yet full of anger?

He stood quietly outside the office door and waited for a few minutes until the loud voice in the room disappeared.

"Boom! Boom!"

Zhou Quan then raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

Huang Bingyao's calm voice came out from the office.

"Uncle, what made you so angry?"

Zhou Quan walked to Huang Bingyao's desk and asked with some curiosity.

"It's not like you, a brat, are so dazzling that you attracted a pack of wolves."

Huang Bingyao curled his lips and said with a smile: "This means our family still has some energy, otherwise you wouldn't know where you would be transferred to now."

Elders such as Huang Bingyao and Li Wenbin have very detailed plans for Zhou Quan's future.

Start with front-line troops, gradually advance to Constitutional Committee level, and then focus on higher management.

But now Zhou Quan's performance is so impressive that he has attracted the burning attention of many senior police officers.

Even though they gave Zhou Quan very generous treatment in order to transfer him to their department.

But this is not in line with the plans of Huang Bingyao, Li Wenbin and others.

Because these senior police officers basically wanted Zhou Quan to specialize in interrogation.

Even if Zhou Quan can be promoted quickly in the early stage, once he is confined to the interrogation department, it will inevitably affect his path to higher levels in the future.

The police force's promotion route may seem complicated, but in the end, it's nothing more than two routes leading to the same goal.

Either act or manage.

This can be seen from the titles of the two DCPs.

As for those professional talents, such as interrogation experts, negotiation experts, etc.

Maybe the starting point is very high and promotion is quick in the early stage.

But their destination is also clearly visible.

Since the establishment of the police force, there has never been a case where professional talents have been promoted to the management of the Constitutional Committee.

Even a ghost guy is no exception.

"You just heard about the treatment given by Guan Da Bangchui, one year of big help and three years of general help."

Huang Bingyao sat up straight, and he looked at Zhou Quan with a playful smile and said, "Don't you have any thoughts that you are tempted to do?"

Without any hesitation or hesitation, Zhou Quan immediately shook his head.

"Uncle, I am not a child anymore. How can I not distinguish between a moment and a lifetime?"

Zhou Quan smiled and pulled a chair over to sit down without any hesitation.

"Besides, only children will make choices.

As an adult, I want both a moment and a lifetime.

As long as my performance is good enough and I have the care of you elders, can I not be promoted to Chief Inspector within four years?"

Speaking of this, Zhou Quan held his head high and his chest puffed out, and the whole person was extremely high-spirited.

"Otherwise, how could I step into the level of constitutional commissioner before the return?"

Huang Bingyao was obviously very happy with Zhou Quan's firm belief.

He nodded with satisfaction, and just when he was about to say something, Zhou Quan asked a question before him.

"Uncle, who was that Guan Sir just now?"

Zhou Quan was particularly curious about the person who could be treated specially by his uncle.

"Guan Zhibang, Guan Dabangchui, the head of the New Territories North Operations Department, a scumbag."

Huang Bingyao curled his lips, snorted coldly and said with some regret: "That old idiot has good ability, but he treats his children too badly.

In the future, when you have the opportunity to meet that old idiot, don't listen to his educational philosophy of "a filial son is born under the stick".

I don't want my future grandchildren to suffer!"