A week later.
The criminal headquarters' investigation and blockade of counterfeit banknote factories in various regions has ended...
Chen Jiaju personally went to Macau to search for Frank...
Hong Kong Island Region.
"Ha..." Zhuang Shikai stretched and let out a long yawn, with a somewhat relieved expression on his face: "Have you finished writing the report?"
Since the opening of the new casino in Haojiang, Vietnamese gangs have entered Macau.
Whenever Zhuang Shikai wanted to do something in Macau and ordered the mobilization of the Vietnamese gang...
He always wants to take advantage of others!
The Vietnamese eldest sister is a real juicer when she poops! Sometimes when she is not in Hong Kong, she has to fly over from Taiwan! Don't miss any opportunity at all!
In this way, Mr. Zhuang will inevitably have a hard time...
Zhou Huabiao stood opposite with the report, spread out the document and said, "It's done!"
"With the cooperation of police from all over the country, the police seized US$600 million in unparalleled-level counterfeit banknotes from a counterfeit factory in the Mainland, US$800 million in unparalleled-level counterfeit banknotes from a factory in London, and US$1.3 billion in unparalleled-level counterfeit banknotes from a factory in Texas. dollars.”
"A total of 2.7 billion U.S. dollars of unparalleled counterfeit banknotes! Weighing 27 tons and 135 kilograms!"
This is almost the same weight as real U.S. dollars! It can be seen that the unparalleled counterfeit banknotes even calculate the weight of each piece of paper clearly!
Zhou Huabiao raised his eyelids and looked at Sir Zhuang. With the eyes of a middle-aged man, he could immediately analyze some clues from Sir Zhuang's expression.
well.
Beautiful people suffer!
I think it was like this when I was young...
Uncle Biao sighed in his heart, seemingly feeling a little emotional.
He put the document on the table and continued: "Unparalleled counterfeit banknotes from all over the country have been destroyed. The FBI issued a report praising the Hong Kong Island Police. The mainland police made headlines. The London Police Department also praised the outstanding capabilities of the Hong Kong Island Police." …”
"Do you think this report is beautiful enough?"
Zhou Huabiao asked tentatively.
Zhuang Shikai picked up the folder, opened two pages, browsed for a while, nodded and said, "Not bad."
More than just good!
This report is actually super beautiful!
First of all, the amount of US$530 million is large enough and influential enough. Secondly, the joint commendation from the police in the three places will be conveyed to the police force through the Interpol Department.
This will not only enhance the international image of the Hong Kong Island Police Force, but also include substantive documents such as cooperation agreements and cooperation terms.
"With this report, we can have a good show with Han Li." Zhuang Shikai was very satisfied. He raised his head and looked at Uncle Biao: "Choose an auspicious day."
"I want to take a new job."
"As expected!" Uncle Biao looked happy, rubbed his hands and said, "Blind Chen from Tin Hau Temple is very good at telling fortunes. I'll ask the master right away to tell a good day."
Sir Zhuang's appointment represents the advancement of the Chinese people in the police force. It is a major event that concerns the entire Chinese people in the police force. It is not too much to drive to hire a master.
Zhuang Shikai was also an old client of Blind Chen, so he nodded immediately: "Okay!"
Zhou Huabiao secretly chuckled, left the office, got his Toyota car, and drove straight to Tin Hau Temple.
"One general's achievements lead to the death of thousands of bones..." Tin Hau Temple, main hall, fortune-telling table.
Master Chen was wearing a long black collar and sunglasses, pinching his fingers and shaking his head.
"Grandmaster!"
"What are you doing?"
Zhou Huabiao walked to the door and shouted, which made Blind Chen tighten his buttocks and straighten his back: "I am reciting the destiny book."
Blind Chen's ears twitched as he heard an unfamiliar voice.
And those once-familiar footsteps...alas, they come less and less.
I really miss the days of receiving red envelopes... The red envelopes were so big...
Zhou Huabiao stood in front of the table and gave a thumbs up: "Professional! This is called professional! He has not forgotten to study hard even when he is nearly eighty years old. He is indeed a role model for the youth of Hong Kong Island!"
"The young people of Hong Kong Island should learn more from the master's academic spirit of hard work, and ultimately make greater contributions to society..."
Blind Chen opened his mouth and felt dizzy for a while.
What's there to brag about when I recite a batch of instructions? You have time to talk so much nonsense and no time to seal a red envelope?
"Thank you, thank you very much." But Chen Xiazi still wanted to remain polite on the surface and nodded his thanks.
At this time, Zhou Huabiao finally put his hand into his pocket, took out a red envelope, and handed it to the table: "Master, can you help me calculate a good day?"
"If you get married, it's better to die in vain." Blind Chen replied.
"The boss is here to stay." Zhou Huabiao chuckled.
Blind Chen's brows jumped: "The 15th of next month is an auspicious day. It's a good time to open a business, collect wealth, and gain a position."
"April 15th?" Zhou Huabiao noted the date in his mind. This time it was his turn to say thanks, "Thank you, thank you so much."
"No, no, no, it's okay to tell fortunes and do good deeds." Blind Chen waved his hands in an air of grandeur.
Zhou Huabiao nodded, clasped his hands and bowed three times to the statue of the Queen Mother in the main hall, then turned around and left the Queen Mother Temple.
"Da da da." Uncle Biao walked down the long stairs, while Blind Chen opened the red envelope, touched it with his hand, and his expression suddenly changed: "Only two?"
"Street guy! Iron rooster!" Blind Chen swore twice, smacked his lips and continued to sing: "One general will make thousands of bones wither... one general will make ten thousand bones wither... one general will make ten thousand bones wither... one general will make ten thousand bones wither... …”
In fact, Blind Chen not only knows this sentence by heart, he just feels that this sentence is more lucky, so he keeps it on his lips every day.
Macao.
"Have you checked it out?"
"Check it out!"
Chen Jiaju stood in the suite of Haojiang Casino, holding a mineral water and said: "If we find out, we will arrest him and bring him back to Hong Kong Island."
A police officer stood nearby: "But he is the investment director of Citibank. He came to Macau specifically to negotiate registered development projects. He is surrounded by dignitaries. We can easily cause trouble by arresting people indiscriminately."
It’s not that the Hong Kong Island police can’t arrest people by force, but their attitude towards arresting people by force is a bit tough, which will affect the Macau government’s perception of the Hong Kong Island police force.
It does no good to the Hong Kong Island Police Force, nor does it do any good to Mr. Chong.
"Hmph! Work as a pilot in the United States, then become a flight attendant and come to Macau, and suddenly become a bank investment executive?"
"Tsk, here's the bank supervisor! Can you write a check?"
Chen Jiaju couldn't figure out how someone could cheat all day long and play with different identities... Could it be that they have some quirks in role-playing?
You know, what kind of person do you dream of being? Isn’t it better to take exams, study and work hard than pretending to be this identity?
What is false can never become true!
And when you know in advance that he is an impostor, you can quickly find out the background with the police's investigative capabilities. Moreover, the FBI has recently opened partial intelligence sharing with Hong Kong Island, which contains information about the identity of "Frank".
According to the intelligence, Frank is addicted to deception and can escape every time he is targeted by the police. He is currently the most slippery criminal in the FBI.
But the best he can do is deceive unsuspecting outsiders. When the police know both the location and the identity, it is too easy to carry out precise strikes.
What's more, Hong Kong and Macao don't follow American laws, so Chen Jiaju and others do things too simply.
However, Ka Kui is a conscientious policeman. He thought for a moment and said: "Being a police officer requires evidence. Let's collect evidence for a period of time before arresting someone!"
"We must convince people with virtue."
Several police officers looked at each other with surprise in their eyes, but they still followed the commander's instructions and responded: "Yes, Sir Chen."
…
"April 15th?"
Zhuang Shikai was sitting in the Hong Kong Island Region. Hearing Zhou Huabiao's reply, his eyes were surprised and he asked: "Did you pay less?"
Zhou Huabiao was stunned for a moment: "One thousand yuan is a lot!"
"It's less!" Zhuang Shikai said firmly: "The 15th day of every month is basically a good day. Does it make any difference if you count it or not?"
"Dry!"
Zhou Huabiao immediately came to his senses and cursed loudly: "The street guy tricked me!"
However, he calculated the days first and then gave the red envelope. How did Master know that the red envelope was small?
Could it be that Master Chen can even get the amount of red envelopes right?
However, he did not doubt Master Chen's business ability at all. After all, Blind Chen had been telling fortunes in Tin Hau Temple for more than ten years and his reputation was still very good.
And the way he recites his fortune every day shows that he has great business ability!
Zhuang Shikai waved his hand and said, "Forget it, it's a good day anyway. Don't make another trip to Tin Hau Temple, which is so far away."
"April 15th is April 15th!"
He picked up the case closing report on the table and walked over to Zhou Huabiao, taking the lead in walking out of the office. Zhou Huabiao quickly followed, not daring to stay alone in the chief's office.
"Oh." A car drove out of the gate of the headquarters, drove straight to the headquarters building, and finally parked in the lawn parking space.
"Sir Zhuang."
"Sir Zhuang."
Zhuang Shikai had a cheerful expression and brisk steps. He walked up the stairs with a folder in his hand, walked into the lobby and reached the elevator door.
The police officers along the way saw Mr. Zhuang coming to the headquarters and greeted him one after another.
"good afternoon."
"good afternoon."
"Bah bang bang." Zhuang Shikai patted his thigh with the document and walked into the elevator, pressing the top button naturally.
Several police officers stood in the elevator, pressing different floors. They all greeted the superior, and then retreated to the corner.
Zhuang Shikai smiled, feeling satisfied with the respect of his subordinates in his heart, but on the surface he behaved warmly.
As a big boss, he still has the prestige he deserves.
The police officers got out of the elevator on each floor one after another until the elevator stopped at the top floor and opened the door with a ding-dong sound.
"I'm looking for Brother Yi."
Zhuang Shikai took the folder and walked into the corridor.
"Hold on!"
The director's secretary immediately stood up, picked up the phone, and called the office.
"What are you waiting for?"
Zhuang Shikai walked to the glass door and saw that Han Guoli had no visitors. As soon as he answered the phone, he immediately raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Da da da."
"Please come in." Han Li said directly to the door without conveying the message through the phone.
Zhuang Shikai walked into the office and slapped the folder on the table: "Sir Han, is it time for me to be promoted?"
"I'll tell you a bit! How about the Assistant Director?"
Soundproof glass activated!
Han Guoli slapped his palm on the table, pointed at Zhuang Shikai and shouted loudly: "My ancestors have all told me the news! The counterfeit banknote case was handled very beautifully! Promotion! Promotion immediately!"
"Boom!" Zhuang Shikai suddenly put his hands on the table and cursed, squeezing his neck: "Thank you, sir! I'll choose the day!"
"I'll send the actors!" Han Guoli picked up a cigar.
Secretary Yangma stood outside the door and sighed: "We have such a tough police officer! Director Han is so pitiful..."
