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Jockey Club Building.
"Lun Tianyuan", who serves as the security director of the Jockey Club, walked out of the door, looked around, and walked quickly to the fountain in front: "Sir Lu, long time no see."
"Brother Lung."
Lu Zhilian put his hands in front of his lower abdomen and bowed politely in greeting.
"Lun Tianyuan" took out a cigarette box from the inner pocket of his suit, smoked a cigar from it, and handed it to Lu Zhilian in front of him.
He used to be the chief investigation director of icac. After investigating a wrong case, he was reprimanded by his superiors and finally submitted a letter of resignation to icac.
At that time, the Independent Commission Against Corruption conducted special recruitment to find someone to take over.
After many rounds of interviews, Lu Zhilian was successfully selected, and among them was "Lun Tianyuan" who appreciated his qualities. Later, Lun Tianyuan also took Lu Zhilian to get familiar with the ICAC and hand over the work. The two worked together for a month.
For Lu Zhilian, "Lun Tianyuan" is not only an old acquaintance, but also a senior who deserves respect.
Otherwise, I saw Lun Tianyuan's name on the Jockey Club's management list. He didn't know "Lun Tianyuan" yet and went to work in the Jockey Club after leaving his job.
However, it has always been a good way to make money for officers of the police force and ICAC to serve as security ministers in large companies after retirement or resignation. Many officers with no background would choose to do this, which is not a strange thing.
When he saw the cigar brought to him, Lu Zhilian looked serious and declined politely: "Sir Lun, you know I can't smoke it."
"hehe."
"It's been six years since I left icac."
"The commissioner can drink Maotai and eat steak, so why can't Sir Lu smoke a cigar?"
Lun Tianyuan took back the cigar, put it in his mouth, put away the lighter and lit it.
"call".
Lun Tianyuan blew out a puff of smoke, turned to look at Lu Zhilian and asked, "Sir Lu, why did you come to see me?"
With the contacts he accumulated in icac, it was easy to take up the position of security minister and there was plenty of money.
Now you can not only wear designer suits, but also smoke Cuban cigars.
He had also heard about the recent "corruption" of Jockey Club traders, and now he knew why Lu Zhilian came here.
Sure enough, Lu Zhilian said in a sincere tone: "A few days ago, icac received a report that a trader named Deng Zhaohong of the Jockey Club was corrupt."
"After a few days of our investigation, Deng Zhaohong was killed."
"We have reason to suspect that the wài wéi group that bribed Deng Zhaohong has cooperated with other high-level officials of the Jockey Club. Otherwise, they would not have dared to kill Deng Zhaohong so quickly. ℃八 ℃八 ℃Read ℃书,.■. o↑”
"Sir Lun, I want you to help me."
Lu Zhilian dragged out all his current analysis and told Lun Tianyuan everything, just to impress Lun Tianyuan in front of him.
Unexpectedly, Lun Tianyuan held a cigar in his hand, rolled up his eyelids, rolled his eyes at him and said, "I am a salary collector from the Jockey Club. If you want to investigate the top management of the Jockey Club, you want to make me a mole."
"This is impossible."
Now, Lun Tianyuan wears gold and silver, and is rewarded by the Jockey Club.
What if you accidentally lose your job while investigating the top management of the Jockey Club?
icac will not pay his salary now!
When Lu Zhilian heard Lun Tianyuan's answer, he put his hands into his trouser pockets, looked directly at the other person and said, "I remember you told me when I first joined icac. icac is not a job, but a belief."
"Senior, you taught me this."
Lun Tianyuan, who was smoking, was stunned for a moment. After circling twice with his cigar between his fingers, he said with a complicated expression: "Let's go now."
After saying this, Lun Tianyuan lowered his head, smoked, and walked back to the Jockey Club Building.
Lu Zhilian looked at his back quietly, neither saying anything to persuade him nor feeling depressed.
After all, if someone else does a favor for him, he may lose his job. It is normal to need time to think about it. Based on his understanding of Sir Lun, if Lun Tianyuan didn't refuse directly just now, he would definitely not be able to handle it. After Sir Lun thinks about it clearly, he will definitely help him investigate.
Because the spirit of “eliminating corruption and promoting integrity and the rule of law” has always been the spirit and belief of ICAC people. It seems that Sir Lun left his job because he discovered something that should not have been investigated. It was a pity that an investigative expert was killed.
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the other side.
Suburbs of Kowloon.
Liu Baoqiang led a small group of men to the back door of a private house and waved a signal to the side. The policemen lowered their guns and leaned against the walls on both sides of the iron door.
This is the entrance to a wài wéitóu zhù station. According to Liu Sir's investigation, the previous wài wéitóu zhù station has a large flow of water and is one of the best wài wéitóu zhù stations in Central.
In the past few days, after Liu Baoqiang handed over "Deng Zhaohong" to icac, he still did not give up the investigation, and at the same time sent his men outside to contain the wind.
I just received news that in the last football game, a bet worth tens of millions was taken away by this tóu zhù station. After the upset, the bonus reached more than 30 million. And all of it was not cashed out at the wài wéitóu zhù station and paid to the "Gambler".
For a wài wéitóu zhù website to be able to give out such a large bonus, the power behind it is definitely not small. Regardless of whether the big banker behind it is related to the Jockey Club case or not, he is ready to lead the guys to take a shot.
hey-hey.
That's what the West End guys are like.
Now that you are ready to do it.
Then we must work hard to the end.
How could it be possible that when icac said there would be a half-time break, they would just take a break?
Sir Liu plans to collect some powerful information first, and then continue to beg him obediently after Cac is exhausted!
At this time, when the guys were ready, he packed up his suit, walked to the iron gate, raised his palm and slapped it hard: "Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"Buy the ball, buy the ball."
"Open the door for me!"
A horse boy walked behind the iron door, pulled down a small gate, looked outside, then opened the iron door and said: "Knocking on the door so hard, you have to pay for breaking the iron door!"
"I'll pay it, I'll pay it, and I'll pay it to you when I win."
Liu Baoqiang casually twisted his neck and walked into the iron gate. While answering, he glanced into the tóu zhù station.
Inside the tóu zhù station, a dozen guests were writing notes in their hands and gathered around two round tables to watch the football match.
What’s funny is that the tóu zhù website also provides humanized services. They put teacups with melon seeds and peanuts on their desks, just like having a tea party.
Further inside, there were five or six Ma Zi, holding a pen in one hand and a phone in the other, answering calls from outside. In addition, there is an account manager with a laptop on his desk. Above is the flow of the tóu zhù account, as well as the real-time football scores.
As the boss, "Brother Biao" wears a red leather jacket and leather shoes, and a red watch on his head. All he needs is a red scarf around his neck.
As long as the tóu zhù station is open for gambling, he will be dressed like this, which means "business is booming".
The gamblers at tóu zhù thought that he was crazy for wanting to get rich, so they all gave him the nickname "Wealth Sign".
Now "Brother Fortune" is holding a thermos cup and drinking wolfberry tea from it. Suddenly I heard the iron door being opened, so I raised my eyes and looked outside: "It's the police! Run!"
Since the "Dongxing" problem solving, the old forms of underground casinos and stalls have been completely extinct. Only some "wài wéi" tóu zhù stations derived from the Jockey Club are left.
Most of these small tóu zhù stations were opened by the 49 boys from Dongxing. For example, this guy Fa Cai Biao used to be a little-known Xiao Sijiu under "Liang Xiaotang".
Now I make a fortune by running a tóu zhù station, and if I survive for a lifetime, I can be considered successful.
But no matter how rich they are, they will never "face" the police in the West District.
The man who opened the door didn't recognize him, but "Wealth Watch" actually recognized him. The man at the door was none other than "Liu Baoqiang", the third generation head of the Western District Crime Squad.
After noticing the alert eyes inside, Liu Baoqiang raised his hand and shook it with a smile, as if he was saying hello to a long-lost old friend.
But the guys from the crime team who were waiting in the corridor were all murderous and rushed into the station with guns in both hands.
"Police! Everyone get down!"
"Uh... police?"
Buying wài wéi is not a serious sin. The gamblers at the round table were not in a hurry, still watching the football game and drinking tea. At worst, you can go to the police station and pay a fine. Even if you have to stay in jail for two days, it doesn't matter. Anyway, those "old gambling dogs" don't have any serious jobs, and they only have one or two days to spare.
As for the horse boys who were collecting bets, they saw the police entering the venue with guns. He immediately picked up the account book and computer in front of him and tried to escape in a hurry.
Isn't it just to collect a note? Is it necessary to point a gun at people as soon as they enter the door?
The boys were packing their things, their hearts filled with grievances.
The guys from the crime team acted quickly, swarming up one after another and cuffing all the gangsters with fierce faces.
"Da da da."
"Wealth Sign" had already picked up the sports car keys on the table and left through the back door when the police officers had just entered.
Liu Baoqiang, who had been standing at the door, saw this scene, his expression changed, he turned and walked towards the iron gate. After jogging around for a while, he stood in front of a red sports car.
Didi.
The sports car's headlights flashed.
The anxious figure of the "wealth sign" pulled out the driver's seat from the right, sat down on the leather seat, and held the steering wheel.
Liu Baoqiang's figure pulled out the back seat from the left, stepped into the back seat, took out a police gun from his waist, put it on the fortune sign's neck and said with a smile: "Boss, you run very fast."
"Sir, be careful. You must be careful."
"Wealth Sign" raised his hands, feeling the cold gun on his neck, looked at the rearview mirror in the car, showed a helpless smile and asked: "Sir, why do you think this car is mine?"
"You are dressed in red, it is too dazzling in the big black sky."
"It's simply testing Sir's IQ."
Liu Baoqiang finished the two sentences with a smile, and then said: "You asked Sir a question, and now Sir also wants to ask you a question."
This was not the first time that "Wealth Sign" had dealt with the police. When he heard Sir Liu behind him talking so much to him, he immediately knew that something was wrong. Because the more the police told him, the more he would vomit. 11
