"Three months ago, Hong Kong Island Customs investigated and dealt with this red oil smuggling group again. In the past three months, Huo Qingsong has not dared to transport a barrel of oil across the sea."
"As a direct result, within three months, mainland oil prices tripled. Not to mention civilian oil prices, many factories can no longer afford diesel."
Li Shaoze raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that Yang Jianhua would come to discuss this case today. No wonder she wants to use her authority, because the case has been transferred to the serious crime team.
Although the customs is still following up, according to current clues, Huo Qingsong's oil warehouse is likely to be in the West District. That’s why the Western District Crime Squad is involved and is currently responsible for searching the location of Huo Qingsong’s oil warehouse...
It should be mentioned that the current domestic consumption of diesel is even greater than that of gasoline. In particular, industrial diesel is directly related to the industrial development of several large coastal provinces.
And with the steady opening up of the country, coastal provinces have occupied the center of economic gravity... If the coastal industry suffers from sluggish development due to oil price issues, it will indeed be a big loss for the country. No wonder Yang Jianhua came forward to speak for Huo Qingsong.
She was not sympathizing with Huo Qingsong, a rich oil fisherman, but wanted to stabilize the oil price along the coast first.
Red oil, a type of diesel that does not require tax on Hong Kong Island, is obviously a good thing. It is clear that he is sucking the blood of the ghost man to raise the children in the country. Although he is a bit rogue in secret, the benefits obtained are real. At least before 1997, the mainland needed talents like Huo Qingsong.
Nowadays, these oil tankers on the seashore do not dare to go to sea without Sir Li's nod.
Li Shaoze glanced at Yang Jianhua and said calmly: "If Huo Qingsong keeps his business and puts the oil warehouse in the West District, I think it should be fine."
"Okay, I'll ask Huo Qingsong to come over and see you." Yang Jianhua took out a flashlight and flashed it at the sea a few times, and the light below returned.
Huo Qingsong wore a white shirt and tied a sweater around his neck. After seeing the lights in the distance, he immediately jumped out of the boat excitedly, waved his hands and said, "You go across the sea, and I'll go up and talk things over."
"Yes, boss." After several boys responded, the oil ships slowly sailed out of the sea.
Yang Jianhua stood aside, quietly looking at Li Shaoze's expression, and silently recorded another achievement for Li Sir. I plan to write an observation report immediately after returning to China and submit it to the organization.
You know, in Hong Kong’s current political arena, the most powerful Chinese force is the police force. There are often only one or two symbolic Chinese representatives in the Department of Justice, the Legislative Council and other institutions. Therefore, as long as the Hong Kong Island Police Force is captured, it is equivalent to capturing the Chinese forces in the Hong Kong Island political arena.
However, although the current Hong Kong Island Police Force is dominated by the Chinese faction, these Chinese police officers only put their own interests first.
From a police officer to a police officer in military uniform, who is willing to use his authority to help domestic affairs, Yang Jianhua can only think of Sir Li.
What's more, Li Shaoze's spirit of just doing things without negotiating conditions impressed Section Chief Yang deeply.
If everyone loves the motherland as much as Sir Li, the rejuvenation of the motherland will be just around the corner.
Although Yang Jianhua cannot promise much in return for Li Shaoze at present, if he does not let down his compatriots in the motherland, the motherland will definitely not let him down in the future...
After waiting for more than ten minutes, Huo Qingsong arrived. He first glanced at Yang Jianhua, nodded with some fear, then stretched out his hand to Li Shaoze and said, "Li Sir, thank you for your help."
"No, just do your job." Li Shaoze put his hand on Huo Qingsong's shoulder, with a look on his face that said, "You are a boy, I remember you."
Huo Qingsong narrowly escaped death from Li Shaoze last time. Compared with his fear of Yang Jianhua, he was actually more afraid of Li Shaoze's ruthlessness. After all, no matter how powerful and big the mainland is, it can't help but ignore the top boss, Chief Inspector Li.
So he was very obedient in front of Sir Li, nodded and said, "Understood."
He is very aware of his status as a "chamber pot"... Only when the two great gods in front of him nod, can he be qualified to lead his brothers to eat.
It was impossible for Li Shaoze to stay in a place like this for a long time. After meeting Huo Qingsong, the three of them immediately prepared to leave.
But before leaving, he seemed to have thought of something, and asked one more question: "After three months of suspension of work, can your family handle other things?"
"Yes, I will take care of it."
Huo Qingsong agreed, followed Li Sir, sent Li Shaoze off to the car, and then turned back to Yang Jianhua to talk.
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The next morning, Jardine's Lookout.
Huo Qingsong picks up his child from kindergarten and goes home.
A nanny car drove into the front yard of the villa. The head coach, Ma Akai, parked the car, looked in the rearview mirror and said, "Boss, your relatives are waiting for you at the door again."
"It's okay." Huo Qingsong opened the car door, picked up two bags of fruits and vegetables in the car, and called to his son beside him: "Jimmy, let's get out of the car."
"Okay, Daddy." His son followed Huo Qingsong, and the two of them walked towards the door.
Huo Qingsong is a very interesting person. He is obviously a high-ranking gangster, but he has no pomp and show, and always has a sense of life in his work.
Not only will he pick up his son from school, but he also loves his wife very much. Even when I first started doing business, I always found family members to partner with me as soon as possible. It can be seen that he grew up in the countryside and has a strong sense of clan. It is estimated that among the big bosses in Hong Kong, Huo Qingsong is the one who knows how to live at home best.
Several family members who had been waiting in the front yard looked at each other when they saw Huo Qingsong returning home, and hurriedly followed him.
The heads of their families came here today because they wanted to know how Huo Qingsong was talking about things now.
Whether the ship can still move, whether the red oil can still be purchased... these are all important matters related to business.
Unfortunately, Huo Qingsong didn't take these relatives seriously after getting out of the car and walked straight into the villa. After realizing that the relatives behind him were following, he said without looking back: "Remember to put on your slippers when you enter."
"Imelda, take Jimmy upstairs to do his homework." Huo Qingsong walked into the kitchen and placed two bags of fruits and vegetables next to the sink. His wife, who was cutting vegetables, glanced at him and asked softly: "Did the teacher tell you today about the results of your son's last exam?"
"It's not out yet, but we should know next week. By the way, you are pregnant, let me chop the vegetables." Huo Qingsong took the kitchen knife from his wife "Wan Wei" and continued slicing the carrots on the chopping board.
Wanwei touched her belly, took out the cucumber from the bag, and washed it in the sink.
Huo Qingsong’s eldest son’s English name is “Jimmy” and his Chinese name is “Huo Ziwen”. This time, my wife’s second child had her photos taken at the hospital. Congratulations, it's another boy.
Huo Qingsong has silently chosen a name for his second son. He is called "Huo Ziwu" for both his literary and military skills.
While Huo Qingsong was chopping vegetables, several of his relatives had just walked into the house. Among them, the in-laws' uncle, the third uncle, and the third uncle's son Hao Zai all obediently took the slippers handed by the nanny and sat on the chairs to change their shoes.
Zhang Wenbao, the old cousin at home, gave them a disdainful look and swaggered into the room on his leather shoes.
Hearing Huo Qingsong chopping vegetables inside, Zhang Wenbao hung his suit on the screen, casually picked up an apple on the table, wiped it clean and took a bite. He pointedly shouted into the kitchen: "Qingsong, you are our leader. If you ask us to wait, how dare we not wait?"
"But we have been waiting for several months. What should we do next? Now, the oil dealer who sold our friends no longer does our business. Also, we have been blacklisted. Not to mention getting rich. You can’t even leave Hong Kong for consumption, and the brothers have strong opinions.”
"Last month, just last month, even the insider in the Red Oil Company went crazy and asked us to give him 80 million as a deposit. 80 million, brother, in the past few months, we haven't paid a penny. If you don’t have any income, where can you find 80 million for a deposit?”
"Do you have your in-laws? Third uncle, do you have your third uncle? Haozi, you stinky kid, you don't even have 8,000 yuan!"
Huo Qingsong listened to what was said outside and continued cutting vegetables in silence.
Ah Kai came in from the other door of the kitchen and whispered: "Boss, Wen Bao and Third Uncle have been doing a lot of things outside recently."
"I know." Huo Qingsong clicked his knife, finished cutting the carrot in his hand, and continued to take out a cucumber and slice it. Akai beside him nodded silently, took out a bone cutting knife from the kitchen utensils without saying a word, put it in his sleeve and left through the other door.
Wanwei untied the apron on her chest, walked out of the kitchen silently, and took the nanny upstairs with her.
Zhang Wenbao threw the apple in his hand to the ground, clapped his hands and said: "I have made an agreement with Brother Donghai, and he will be responsible for the 80 million oil. In the future, when we make money, it is up to us to decide how to divide the accounts. The most important thing is Let his company also have a share.”
"Cooperation depends on strength. Behind him is the deputy director of customs. Third uncle, are you right?"
"I'm his uncle, let's be fair, Qingsong." The third uncle walked to the kitchen door with his arms crossed, and met Huo Qingsong's cannibalistic eyes.
I saw Huo Qingsong holding a knife in one hand, rushing out of the kitchen step by step, raising the knife towards Zhang Wenbao and cursing: "Damn it, your ears are inflamed! You didn't hear me tell you to take off your shoes, right? You stepped into my house wearing nothing. Pretend I don’t exist!”
"Qingsong, Qingsong, we are all relatives, don't make such a fuss!" Third uncle, Haozi, and in-laws quickly grabbed Huo Qingsong. But unexpectedly, Zhang Wenbao pulled out a pistol: "Come on! Come on! Let's see if your knife is faster or my bullets are faster."
"You even brought a gun. You and Wu Donghai talked about killing me, right?"
"Don't slander anyone." Zhang Wenbao raised his gun but didn't dare to fire it. Looking at Huo Qingsong's eyes, he felt a little afraid.
If he shoots now, he may be able to swallow the red oil business. It's a pity that a person like him who is incessant is destined to be unable to do great things.
Huo Qingsong threw it on the ground and sneered: "I already know everything about your transaction with Wu Donghai. However, three oil tankers passed through the sea safely last night. And I also mortgaged the property and raised a deposit of 80 million. . Do you think it’s better to do business on your own or with others?”
After hearing that Huo Qingsong had raised a deposit of 80 million and allowed the tanker to cross the sea again, the expressions of the third uncle and his in-laws next to him immediately changed.
The third uncle quickly stepped forward, blocked in front of Huo Qingsong, reached out and slapped Zhang Wenbao's gun, and cursed loudly: "We are all relatives, why do we have to do this? Do we not even want to be relatives? Put the gun away!”
