Ge Bai likes to drink red wine very much.
This can be seen from the fact that he often holds banquets.
At this time, the two officers sat down next to the sofa. The servant brought another bottle of red wine, opened it, poured it into two red wine glasses, placed it on a tray and delivered it to the two officers.
Ge Bai and the director of customs took off their wine glasses, gently swayed the wine, and sobered up in a more relaxed manner.
After the two chatted for a few minutes.
Ding dong!
Clink glasses to each other.
Director Ge Bai took a sip of red wine. The customs director crossed his legs, held the wine glass in front of his knees, and chuckled, "Mr. Ge Bai."
"One of my subordinates had some misunderstanding with the police force."
"I brought her here to apologize today."
"Sorry, sir." Minnie quickly bowed her head and apologized while standing nearby.
His expression was very sincere.
The posture is even a little humble.
She had no choice but to understand the whole process of the matter. She knew that after the police undercover confessed his identity, the customs officers continued the violent interrogation in an attempt to gain credit.
This wave of outrageous manipulation put the customs at a disadvantage. Even if the police broke the legs and feet of the entire team of customs officers, they could only swallow their anger, settle the matter, and come to apologize in person.
Because the customs does not want to have a head-on conflict with the police.
They just want to maintain their current self-interest.
"Haha." Director Ge Bai chuckled, lowered his eyebrows, and looked serious.
I saw him shaking his glass and speaking slowly: "We are all law enforcement agencies. We should understand that apologies are useless."
"If an apology is useful, what do we need the police for?"
"Haha." The Director of Customs reiterated with a smile on his face: "The Customs is willing to maintain a good cooperative relationship with the police force."
"Then you should give up on drug enforcement!"
"This is the authority of the anti-drug team!"
Ge Bai narrowed his eyes.
The director of customs immediately put down his smile and said, "No need to talk anymore?"
To ask the Customs to give up "anti-narcotics" means to ask the Customs to give up a major political achievement.
This is not something the Commissioner of Customs is willing to agree to.
Director Ge Bai raised his glass, drank the red wine in one gulp, put down his glass, looked directly at the other party and said: "No matter how good the wine is, it's useless."
“Because this year’s red wine needs to be cellared.”
"I can't drink it this year."
The director of customs recognized the meaning of the police commissioner's words, and his eyes immediately turned evil.
Because this sentence is about not accepting the gift of wine, telling him that it is useless to give him wine, and the wine he is drinking now is newly opened. Second, Ge Bai said that his time in office is running out.
As long as he can achieve great achievements in a short period of time, he doesn't care about other things that are untouchable, and he will not give in to the anti-drug work.
After all, attacking the four major bankers was the political achievement of Zhuang Shikai and his plan.
How could Ge Bai give up this political achievement?
After Zhuang Sir asked him to tell him the reason, Ge Bai agreed to support him without saying a word.
What's more, the police force is still the party taking advantage of the situation.
Even more powerful.
"good."
"Then I'll take my leave!"
The Commissioner of Customs received a strong message of rejection.
At this time, he put down his wine glass with a cold expression, immediately got up and left with the others.
"Walk slowly."
"I won't send it."
Ge Bai sat in his seat.
This sentence is in Chinese.
"Ah."
The director of customs walked out of the door of the bungalow. Minnie opened the car door for him and asked in a concerned tone: "Uncle, will something happen?"
The director of customs paused, looked at her and said, "I will definitely do it!"
"Be safe!"
The director of customs got into the car. Minnie sighed and nodded slightly.
She never expected that the relationship between the police force and customs would suddenly take a turn for the worse and become a major crisis for a disciplinary force.
Of course, this crisis cannot intensify into a security crisis that threatens the whole of Hong Kong like the "police integrity conflict".
But at least it will cause some unrest within the disciplined forces.
Because both sides are law enforcement forces with weapons.
Moreover, the political power of the Customs is essentially inferior to that of the ICAC.
This prevents the customs from turning the "conflict between police and customs" into a "conflict between police and integrity".
Tens of thousands of people were involved.
Even the safety of hundreds of thousands.
And because the customs personnel have a lot of weapons, the "police-customs conflict" will be replaced by a more direct and short-lived conflict.
Muscle against muscle collision.
The result can often be seen in one round.
"snort!"
Ge Bai stood at the living room window, watching the guests leave, with disdain in his eyes.
One of the reasons why he trusts Zhuang Shikai unconditionally is because Zhuang Sir makes moves later and often has the entire chessboard laid out before things start.
Ge Bai wanted to see how the director of customs would respond.
"Are you going to steal a job from me?"
"Stretch out your hand!"
"I'll cut off your hand!"
Ge Bai chuckled, turned back to the wine cabinet, and decided to drink the remaining half bottle of good wine to avoid wasting a bottle of Reserve Bordeaux.
…
"Sir Zhuang."
"The director of customs went to the director's house last night." The next day, morning.
Zhou Huabiao walked into the office with a tea cup and started gossiping with his superiors as soon as they met.
Zhuang Shikai unexpectedly picked up the coffee cup and asked with a chuckle: "Where did you get the news?"
To be honest, due to the different levels.
The news Zhuang Shikai received was usually from the senior management, and he rarely received gossip.
And he is either a high-level participant in the police force, or he can just call and ask. How can there be any news that requires gossip?
Besides, he was not interested in the police commissioner's personal life.
So Uncle Biao knew about this matter faster than he did.
"Hehe, I have some gossip." Uncle Biao chuckled, lowered his head and whispered, "It is said that the director scolded the director of customs."
"What on earth did you say to the Director? Sir Zhuang? The Director behaved so majesticly." Uncle Biao's attitude was a little confused when he spoke, but Zhuang Shikai said aloud: "I just told the Director to listen to the police." Show more muscles!”
"We are the department with the largest number of people and the busiest affairs among the disciplined forces."
“Should it have the highest priority in criminal cases?”
Zhuang Shikai smiled.
Uncle Biao took a breath: "Highest priority?"
Although he didn't understand the specific meaning of "highest priority", he was very disappointed when he heard the "highest priority" among the eight disciplinary forces.
If the police force can really get this "highest priority" through the game with the customs, the political status of the police force will probably be improved again.
If the police force can legally secure its top position as a disciplinary force, it will be much easier for them to do things and do things in the future.
The political status of high-level officials will increase, and the benefits and subsidies of grassroots officials will also increase.
This kind of matter related to system changes has benefits for everyone from top to bottom.
Uncle Biao's expression instantly became excited.
He also understood why the director supported Sir Zhuang.
It’s not just Sir Zhuang who is strong enough.
The key is that Sir Zhuang always acts from the perspective of the police force.
And his vision is very high.
At this time, "Uncle Biao" opened his mouth, intending to ask about the meaning of "highest priority", and then he understood the high-level affairs, so it was better not to interrupt for the time being.
He immediately stopped talking and said, "Sir Zhuang."
"According to the latest news, Lin Kun took a group of his men out of the country to Thailand, possibly to involve in new transactions."
"Would you like to take this opportunity to do something?"
Zhuang Shikai shook his head and said.
"never mind."
"Let the brothers thoroughly investigate Lin Kun's assets."
"Wait until he comes back..."
"The arrest should be carried out."
Zhuang Shikai guessed that Lin Kun's trip to Thailand this time was actually to test Guan Li.
After Guan Li's incident in the kitchen, he had aroused great suspicion in Lin Kun.
And Guan Li might want to take this opportunity to figure out the entire drug manufacturing factory in one fell swoop.
Lin Kun, on the other hand, felt that his health was not good and his mind was weak, so he decided to let his "disciple" become the "banker".
However, before helping the "disciple" to take office, the suspicion of the "disciple" must be cleared.
If there is really a problem with the "disciple", he will be killed no matter how many years he has been with him.
It's okay if it's a "disciple".
A new dealer will be born.
Guan Li will become the boss of the institutional group.
Zhuang Shikai can also completely destroy the drug manufacturing factory.
Although this was a massacre for Guan Li, Zhuang Shikai had done everything comprehensively, and I believe that with Guan Li's ability, he should have no problem surviving it.
"Yes, sir!"
Zhou Huabiao solemnly accepted the order.
Although he didn't know the commander's specific plan, he could tell from the commander's strategic arrangements.
The good days of Lin Kun Group are coming to an end.
Otherwise, Sir Zhuang will not let him conduct a thorough inspection of the assets in advance.
After Zhou Huabiao turned around and left, he immediately notified the crime team to take action.
Zhuang Shikai sat in his seat, picked up the coffee, and gently blew out: "Huh."
The strong aroma of coffee floats in the office, and there is a faint sweetness of a girl lingering around the mouth of the cup.
A handsome guy stole his cup!
Damn it! Fetish!
Sir Zhuang twitched his lips, feeling like he was being sexually harassed invisibly. As a grown man, he couldn't argue with a little girl. Talking about it would affect his image, so he could only endure it silently. He was a mute and couldn't tell the story of his sufferings.
This handsome boy is really wronged.
…
at the same time.
Chiang Rai, Thailand.
border.
In a deep mountain.
Several tents were set up.
The barbecue grill was smoking charcoal.
A group of local armed forces carried firearms on their shoulders, and guards stood by in small groups.
Lin Kun was holding a black gun, sitting on a chair with a straight face, staring at the opposite side.
Here is a village occupied by local armed forces, and the leader is Lin Kun's good friend "Luo Xinghan".
At this moment, a tropical night rain was falling deep in the mountains, and Guan Li, who was wearing a brown vest, had his eyes covered with black cloth and his whole body was tied to a chair opposite.
"You are the needle!"
At this time, a gunman took off the black cloth in front of Guan Li's eyes.
Lin Kun yelled and pointed his pistol at Guan Li: "You are the needle inserted by the police!"
Guan Li's pupils shrank sharply.
The crisis came faster than he imagined!
More violent!
Lin Kun, on the other hand, had a solemn expression and a sinister look. He stared at Guan Li and said slowly: "There is an expert who takes a fancy to a young boy and accepts him as his disciple."
"That young boy seems to be as eye-catching and careful as you are, but it's a pity that after a few years, people will know that he is a needle."
Lin Kun was wearing a white vest. Although he suffered from a stubborn disease, he was still full of muscles. He bent down and stared at the opponent. He suddenly clicked, loaded the bullet quickly, and then aimed at Guan Li again.
