"well."
A week later.
Wan Chai, police station.
Police canteen.
Song Zijie sat down with the dinner plate, sighed, picked up his chopsticks, and ate his lunch.
His food was tasteless and his face looked depressed.
Li Ying sat opposite him, handed over a bottle of soda and said, "Don't worry."
"Ajie."
Ajie took the soda, gulped, picked up the bottle, and drank it in a big gulp.
The news about Long's Shipyard being reorganized and changing its signboard and boss has already been broadcast on the news.
Wan Chai Police Station, inspector level, mid-rise and above.
Even some big guys in the police force.
In fact, everyone knows that Song Zijie's father-in-law's family runs a shipyard, and they even know about his father-in-law's dark background.
However, since it has turned into a regular business and is useful to Hong Kong Island's economy, there is nothing to pursue.
Now everyone knew that Ajie's family was in trouble.
The "guys" at the Wan Chai Police Station naturally did not add insult to injury and sneer at their good brother "Ajie". On the contrary, everyone was very concerned about Ajie's mood and condition, and were afraid that something would happen to Ajie... and if his poor condition affected his official duties, then If something goes wrong, it won't look good.
Therefore, Li Ying and Huang Qifai have been keeping a close eye on Ajie recently to prevent Ajie from doing anything wrong and affecting his future.
"Do not worry."
"I won't do anything wrong." Song Zijie smiled, handsome and delicate, in response to his good brother's concern.
Huang Qifai was wearing a uniform, grabbed a chicken drumstick in his hand, bit into it, and said with a fat mouth: "Since you said that your father's shipyard was hacked by your subordinates, why don't you ask the guys from the Commercial Crime Investigation Division for help?"
"We are the police. If we want to find a little trouble, we can find it."
"If you don't talk about taking back all the shipyards, at least force the other party to the negotiation table and strive for some benefits!"
"After all, it is a large factory worth tens of millions of dollars..."
Huang Qiqi's big greasy lips collided up and down, and he expressed a very practical opinion with a wink.
Although Li Ying is an upright and resolute police officer, it is not wrong to use some means when brothers encounter trouble.
At this time, he sat beside him and said nothing.
Song Zijie drank the soup and said: "I have thought about this method and asked Director Huang Weiyao in advance. As you know, I, a senior inspector, still have some respect in Wan Chai Police Station. You want me to go across departments to find the Commercial Crime Investigation Bureau?" Who...are I looking for? Several sirs don’t know me at all, so I can only ask the big guys to help me ventilate."
"But Sir Huang said that my father had a dark history in the past, and he did not dare to help communicate with the Commercial Crime Bureau. He asked me to ask Sir Zhuang in person, and he would speak for me on the side."
Huang Weiyao is not shirking responsibility, but he has become more cautious in doing things after his position has reached a higher level.
After all, he carries the mission of "Gun of Kindness" and he doesn't dare to embarrass his senior Uncle Biao!
Li Ying said from the side: "Sir at the end of the month, I want to invite everyone to make a side stove."
"You can tell then."
Every one or two months, Sir Zhuang will bring everyone together to give the key staff a chance to meet.
Although the big bosses from all sides of the Zhuang clan will be there by then, and they are just supporting roles, there is still a chance to say something and ask something, so Huang Weiyao asked Song Zijie to ask Sir Zhuang in person. Therefore, this question is not a refusal, but based on a real opportunity.
In addition, when it comes to equity disputes, business investigations, and court procedures, it will take a month or two. It is not too late to find a suitable opportunity to tell the boss at the end of the month.
Song Zijie nodded: "Yes."
He did not deny it falsely, and said calmly: "Actually, the shipyard is gone, and my father-in-law's family also has some savings and property. I also have police allowances and benefits, which are basically enough. I feel that it is not the shipyard that is ruined..." "
"what is that?"
Huang Qifai asked a little depressed.
"It's the brothers under my father... His brothers used to be eccentric, but now there is a rebel taking the lead, and the business was not good last year..."
Song Zijie didn't finish his words.
Huang Qifai nodded and said, "I understand."
"You are worried that your father will take the blame, something will happen, and those brothers will be harmed!"
"It seems you really regard him as your father."
Song Zijie smiled: "My parents passed away early, and Xiaohui's family was very kind to me. Of course I want to treat my fourth uncle as my own father."
His smile was kind and kind, and Huang Qifa's and Li Ying's eyes showed approval.
"Okay, okay, you don't care about me. After dinner, I have to go to the Lianhe Sheng venue to get out of the way." Song Zijie hurriedly took a few more mouthfuls of food. After eating and drinking, he put away the bowls and chopsticks and carried the The plates leave the cafeteria.
Li Ying and Huang Qifai had almost finished eating, and returned their plates to the aunt in the cafeteria. Then they went to the garden to light a cigarette and smoke, puffing away like living gods.
A week later, Song Zijie returned home, took off his leather shoes, and when he walked into the living room, he put a stack of U.S. dollars on the wine cabinet and bar.
The family lives in a single-family villa, which is very luxuriously decorated.
Long Xiaohui was walking out of the kitchen with a pot of soup and asked with a smile: "Ajie, why did you bring a stack of U.S. dollars home?"
"You shouldn't be collecting dirty money, right?" Long Xiaohui put down the casserole and looked at the pile of U.S. dollars on the counter.
Song Zijie took off the scarf around his neck, shook his head and said, "What kind of black money are you collecting? It's all fake!"
"Huh?" Long Xiaohui looked confused and began to serve soup to her husband.
Long Si's ears twitched slightly, he sat on the sofa with serious eyes, got up and walked to the restaurant.
Song Zijie pulled up his chair and sat at the dining table, picked up the soup bowl and said, "Counterfeit banknotes have appeared in the market recently."
"It's weird."
"I suspect that there is a counterfeit banknote factory that has returned to its old business. I need to report it to the superior and find out the mastermind behind it."
Long Si pulled out a "counterfeit banknote" from the bar, folded it and put it in his pocket, walked into the restaurant, pulled out a chair and sat down.
He didn't ask Ajie about the case... because neither Ajie nor Xiaohui knew that Long Si's "business" back then was selling counterfeit US dollars.
"Daddy, try the soup I made." Long Xiaohui filled a bowl of soup and handed it to Long Si.
"Thank you, my precious daughter." Long Si took the soup bowl and said with a smile.
Kowloon.
Wang Ji.
Zhuang Shikai was wearing a casual jacket and sat at a round table. There was a copper pot on the round table and stacks of side dishes for rinsing were placed around it.
This is a very authentic Hong Kong-style hot pot restaurant in Mong Kok, which is very suitable for people to have dinner together. There are only four or five tables in the small store. At this moment, dozens of backbones of the police force and senior officials of the Hong Kong police are sitting in casual clothes.
"Everyone is hungry, let's eat first, and then we can talk after we are full." Zhuang Shikai filled up a bottle of wine for himself, and what he poured into was a small plastic cup. It was not stylish at all, but it was full of the smell of market fireworks.
Just kidding, tonight is not a celebration of any big event, so there is no need to pay attention to pomp and ceremony.
Moreover, the most suitable place to meet up with brothers at random is an old shop on the street. How can there be any reason to go to a five-star hotel every day?
In a five-star hotel, the brothers thought they were “guests”! How can there be an atmosphere of "one of our own"?
"Eat, eat, eat, don't be idle!" Zhou Huabiao and others picked up the chopsticks, picked up the fat beef and lettuce and put them into the copper pot.
At a table below, Huang Qifa picked up the mutton with chopsticks and turned to Li Ying and asked: "Little Yingying, have you seen Ajie?"
Li Ying rolled his eyes: "I didn't see it!"
At the end, he added: "It seems that I went home to change clothes."
"Tick-tick-tick." There was light and moderate rain outside the window, and the raindrops hit the door gate. The worker stepped forward and tightened the glass door.
Huang Qifai nodded and said: "Oh..."
"Why haven't you come yet?"
Huang Qiqi felt a little bad.
Under normal circumstances, unless they have reported in advance, have something to do at home, or are on a mission, no one would dare to temporarily let go of the party called by Mr. Zhuang.
Not attending the party is a small matter, but disrespecting Mr. Zhuang is a big deal!
What's more, is this still an opportunity for Ajie?
Huang Weiyao interjected: "I'll go to the bathroom and give him a call later."
It seems that this direct commander still cares about his subordinates.
Li Ying and Huang Qifai both nodded. No matter whether it was Sir Zhuang, Uncle Biao, Zhou Xingxing, Chen Jiaju or others... in fact, no one noticed that there was a bad boy missing, or that no one cared that he was missing. At most, they would give it to him later. Those who are late will be punished with a glass of wine and let the doves go? Then we have to wait until the end of autumn to settle the accounts.
No one would be interested in a brat anyway.
"The beef tonight is good." At this time, Sir Zhuang had already drank a few drinks and praised Uncle Biao. Uncle Biao also nodded: "It is indeed fresh. It seems to be Japanese wagyu. Sir Zeng specially sent it here."
"Hehe." Zeng Xiangrong showed an implicit smile.
The hot pot restaurant looks ordinary, but when the superiors gather for dinner, the ingredients used are extraordinary.
"Pfft!" At this moment, a figure knocked against the glass door, and a few lines of dazzling blood flowed down the rain. The scene was suddenly quiet in shock, and a big boss looked sideways, murderous!
Who the hell dares to spoil Mr. Zhuang’s mood?
Chen Jiaju, Yuan Haoyun and others have already put their hands on the guns at their waists...
"Ajie!!!"
"Isn't this Song Zijie?"
Then one by one, the police officers released their weapons, their expressions of surprise and surprise.
Why did Song Zijie come to the side stove with a disgraced face and a bloody head?
What the hell is going on!
Some people were stunned, some were surprised, and some were angry and felt inappropriate.
"Squeak." Song Zijie, wearing a black raincoat, opened the glass sliding door and took off the rubber cap on his head, revealing his broken forehead.
"Sorry, I'm late." Song Zijie lowered his head and apologized with hurt eyes, taking off his raincoat and walking towards the usual empty seat.
The atmosphere in the hot pot restaurant has completely changed. Zhuang Shikai was holding a plastic wine glass in his hand, with a playful grin on his face. He looked at him and said with a smile: "Don't sit there! You are the only one who is late in the whole place. Stand up first and you will be fined three drinks!"
Song Zijie paused, then turned around and walked to the main table under the attention of everyone, bowed his head and apologized: "Sorry, sir!"
Then he picked up an empty wine glass, filled it with beer, and drank three glasses in a row.
"It's not enough, I'll fine you one bottle." Zhuang Shikai saw that he didn't "drink up" and continued, deciding to let him wake up.
