"Hello everyone, I am a news reporter from TVB. Recently, the Hong Kong Island Police cracked an unprecedented major counterfeiting case."
"The finished counterfeit banknotes on site amounted to more than 170 million Hong Kong dollars, and the remaining materials can be used to make another 300 million Hong Kong dollars."
"The case was handled by the Chief Inspector of the Anti-Gangster Group of the Western District Police Station. Seven criminals were killed on the spot and 15 criminals were arrested. Among them, the boss behind the counterfeit banknote group has been identified as Gao Yingpei, the second shareholder of Longxing Shipyard. It is reported that Gao Yingpei had framed Mr. Long Si, the owner of the shipyard, is charged with murder. Currently, Mr. Long Si has returned to Hong Kong Island and will go to court to testify against Gao Yingpei's main crime."
"Sir Li, could you please explain the case in detail?"
As the screen shook, Li Shaoze put on his police hat, shook his head and waved, "Ajie, Jinzi, come here and tell the reporter."
"Yes, Atou."
Song Zijie and Chen Jin responded, each wearing police uniforms, walked to the screen and smiled at the camera.
After Song Zijie finished describing the process of handling the case, Chen Jin began to add information about the attack.
The TV reporter itself has the mission of commercial promotion. At this time, he naturally picks up the conversation and helps the two people control the rhythm of the conversation, trying to leave a good impression on the public.
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"That's right, that's right. The first time you two reported it, you got the title of the pretty police officers of the West District." Li Shaoze placed a piece of today's morning newspaper on the table, and saw a line of very exaggerated yellow characters on the front page of the newspaper.
"Ajie, Jin Zai, a pair of beautiful policemen from the West District?" Citizens are calling for a police boy beauty pageant! 》
Chen Jin and Ajie looked at the headlines in the newspaper, with embarrassed expressions on their faces.
To be honest, when they first saw the newspaper, the two of them were still very proud... But pride also depends on the person, right? Sir Li praised them for being beautiful, but they really didn't dare to admit it.
It's like a recognized handsome guy compliments you on how handsome you are. Even if you are really handsome, you are too embarrassed to show off in front of him.
However, although the appearance of these two guys is not the best in the West District, they are invincible against all the handsome guys outside. They each have their own handsome style.
Now he has started to stand out on his own. After being interviewed, his popularity suddenly jumped up. how to say? It's just less popular than when Sir Li first reported it!
One can imagine how popular these two people are now. Citizens have begun calling on the Hong Kong Island Police to hold a beauty pageant similar to Miss Hong Kong Island. Choose the most handsome one among the men. As long as you can choose the most handsome one, she will definitely be as popular as the Hong Kong sister.
When Li Shaoze saw that these two guys didn't say anything, he waved and let them go: "Go out and write a nice report on the case. Long Si will return to Hong Kong Island at eight o'clock tonight. He will be taken back to the police station first, and then Please pay a deposit to release me."
"Yes, sir." Chen Jin and Ajie raised their hands in salute and prepared to leave.
Li Shaoze seemed to have just remembered something, and waved to Song Zijie to stop him: "Ajie, wait a moment."
"Sir Li."
"This is your recommendation letter for the upgrade test. Come on next week." Li Shaoze handed a piece of paper to Song Zijie.
Ajie took the coveted recommendation letter and saluted again: "Thank you, sir."
"Go ahead."
Li Shaoze pushed away his chair and sat back in front of the computer. Ajie straightened his back and walked out of the office secretly excited.
With a smile on his face, Chen Jin waited at the door and joked: "Sir Song, from now on you will be the trainee inspector! Shouldn't it be you who invites you for the afternoon tea today?"
"No problem, I'll please."
Song Zijie's family is not short of money, so he responded immediately and was very generous.
But on the way to the desk with the letter of recommendation, he suddenly remembered something he had shouted to the head when he first entered the police station.
Sir Li, I want to be an inspector!
Unexpectedly, he would be eligible to take the promotion exam just two years after graduating. Based on his previous resume and this case, I believe it will not be a problem to win over the trainee inspector.
I'm afraid he should be the fastest among the police academy cadets who graduated that year! There are indeed benefits to following the right brother!
With Long Si returning to China, the counterfeit banknote factory case has been closed. The next thing will be left to the prosecutor. With all the certified evidence in this situation, the court can quickly convict and pronounce the sentence.
But just when Li Shaoze was feeling relaxed and preparing to go abroad for vacation in two months, he suddenly learned that Huang Weiyao had handed over another case to the serious crime team.
Li Shaoze opened the computer permissions and clicked on the case information in the document.
After a quick glance, he discovered that this was a red oil smuggling case with a strong sense of déjà vu.
"Yang Yunxin's red oil smuggling group disappeared after Yang Yunxin and others were arrested. Six months later, the customs discovered another red oil smuggling ship. According to the customs investigation, this new red oil smuggling group was organized in the form of a family exist.
"Both customs prosecutions were dismissed by the court without charge due to insufficient evidence..."
"Three months ago, the customs investigated three oil trucks at the dock, but an explosion occurred during the pursuit. One criminal died and two customs officers were injured. The case was transferred to the serious crime team."
"According to the investigation, the owner of the red oil smuggling family is surnamed Huo, and his name is... Huo Qingsong..."
Yeah, close the file.
Li Shaoze thought of the brat who fled in panic when he arrested Yang Yunxin. I never expected that in just over a year, Huo Qingsong would develop from a cargo boy to a new oil king.
Sure enough, there will never be a shortage of people who want to make money. Once there is a gap in the market, new people will soon take over.
Moreover, Huo Qingsong obviously started from scratch and had little money in his pocket, so he gathered a family to join the business and form a smuggling family.
With his advantage of being a local, plus having followed Yang Yunxin. With the human and material support of a family, it is only a matter of course to take advantage of the smuggled red oil market.
Other societies are not familiar with this area and cannot compete with him if they want to. However, it is inevitable that some people want to buy shares and get a share of the pie... It seems that Huo Qingsong has been brave enough to fight hard in the past two years, otherwise the business would not be so big.
"With Jiaju involved in this case, there should be no problem."
Li Shaoze closed the file and had no intention of intervening in this case.
First, because this case requires boiling a frog in warm water, which cannot be solved quickly. Secondly, the red oil smuggling case is not very difficult. It is enough to find the warehouse and capture the transaction scene. Chen Jiaju can completely solve this case.
It is estimated that within a few months, Huo Qingsong will move from his newly purchased Jardine's Lookout villa to Stanley. To be honest, Wan Chai, where Jardine's Lookout is located, is not that far from Stanley. Huo Qingsong probably wouldn't have much objection to living in another place for more than ten years.
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That night, the mountaintop villa.
After Li Shaoze finished eating, he sat in the living room and chatted with his uncle.
After chatting for a while, the uncle stood up and took the child from the nanny's hand, held it in his arms and teased his grandson to take it. After all, the old man is his hometown, and his love for the life of the new couple really fully explains the meaning of a close relationship across generations.
To be honest, Li Shaoze definitely dotes on his children more than his uncle. However, fathers have already agreed to play badassery, so there is no need to coddle their children. Sir Li took a look at his happy children and grandchildren, turned on the TV, and lay down on the sofa, ready to watch the latest news.
Unexpectedly, news reports about Thailand unexpectedly appeared on the news. Although it was very short, with only a few words, it can be seen that the situation in Thailand is not good recently. It seems that what happened last time at Dafu Bank may not be able to be contained.
"Those VIP depositors are not good at all. If they dare to deposit money in banks with high interest rates, they will definitely investigate the bank's capital flow in advance. The news has not been released before, and they may not receive news from abroad. "
"Now as soon as the news is announced, these large accounts will immediately want to withdraw money. After they withdraw, the small accounts below will also be affected by the news."
While Li Shaoze was watching the news, Huang Shitong also held his child and turned his attention to the TV. He immediately looked at Li Shaoze and sighed: "Hu Zhiyong is finished."
"If Dafu Bank can't get the money out, it will go bankrupt tomorrow."
It's only been a week since the last dance. For a week, the big bosses of the landlord association stood aside and did not take the initiative to reach out.
Businessmen all have their own way of doing business. No matter what the purpose is, three billion is not so easy to get.
The phone buzzed and vibrated on the table. Huang Shitong handed the child into Meazi's hands, sat on the sofa, reached out and picked up the phone: "Hey, who's there?"
"Uncle Tong, it's me, Hu Zhiyong."
Hu Zhiyong held the phone and stood outside the villa wall, looking up at the light in the living room on the second floor of An Ziyuan. He is obviously wearing a famous brand, and the car on the roadside is also a supercar. But standing in the middle of the road around the mountain, blowing the cold wind from the top of the mountain, I felt a strong sense of desolation.
The poverty of the poor is like a file that sharpens one's bones over time. Although life was very difficult, there was always something to hold on to.
The poverty of the rich is like a sharp knife. If it is stabbed into the heart, it will definitely lead to death! Enjoying a luxurious life, you must bear the risk of falling off a cliff.
Hu Zhiyong now has no interests. He has a sword hanging above his head and will fall to kill him in any minute.
Huang Shitong heard Hu Zhiyong's voice and gave Li Shaoze a wink, and the two of them walked to the balcony together... In order to prevent Hu Zhiyong from jumping over the wall in a hurry, Li Shaoze also kept an extra thought and could take out the gun from the storage space at any time.
Huang Shitong held on to the fence, picked up the phone and said, "Ayong, what do you want from me?"
"Uncle Tong, help me, I beg you to help me! If you don't help me, I will jump off the building tomorrow!" Hu Zhiyong looked at Huang Shitong on the balcony and begged with a phone call.
And before Huang Shitong could talk, Hu Zhiyong suddenly fell to his knees on the ground. I saw him holding his mobile phone and swearing to the sky: "As long as Uncle Tong helps me survive this time, in the future, if Uncle Tong wants to use all the funds in Dafu Bank, in one sentence, I will help Uncle Tong transfer it even if I die." "
Li Shaoze looked at Hu Zhiyong kneeling on the ground, begging like a dog. I also thought about how Hu Zhiyong was polite and talkative at the cocktail party that day.
Dignity is indeed worthless in front of money.
But having said that, if you can receive a huge sum of 1.5 billion by kneeling down, many people must be willing to kneel down.
Huang Shitong took out a cigar from his arms and looked at the figure kneeling down begging for money. He thought for five minutes before spitting out the white mist and loudly commanding: "Uncle Fu, help me ask an old friend to play cards."
