Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 464 How much money do you make a month?

For a moment.

Director Zhang seemed to remember someone like Qiu Xiong, and always felt that his name was somewhat familiar.

Saigon Police Station.

Qiu Xiong.

He remembered.

He remembered this guy, he went to a party when the ghost was a student, the reason why he remembered him was because when this guy gave the ghost a gift, he gave a very expensive gold ornament.

Gui Lao was very happy, and specially said a few more words to him, and introduced his name emphatically.

"Director Zhang."

Qiu Xiong's voice rang on the phone: "Do you have time? I have something I want to discuss with you."

"whats the matter?"

Director Zhang frowned slightly, but didn't say anything dead.

"It's not convenient to talk on the phone."

Qiu Xiong cleared his throat and lowered his voice a bit: "If you're not busy, can we find a coffee shop outside?"

"what"

Director Zhang thought about it briefly, and nodded in response: "That's fine, we'll talk about it later."

Qiu Xiong is in the same department as Zhong Wenze at the Saigon Police Station.

Find yourself at this juncture.

interesting.

After hanging up the phone.

He stubbed out the half-burned cigarette in his hand, took his coat and went out into the elevator.

Outside the ICAC building.

Qiu Xiong sat in the driver's cab, lowered the window and waved to Director Zhang: "Director Zhang, here."

Director Zhang glanced at Qiu Xiong, but didn't speak. He looked around and walked over to open the door to get in the car.

The car turned onto the road and merged into traffic.

Qiu Xiong also focused on driving the car all the time, without any communication with Director Zhang.

Director Zhang didn't take the initiative to talk to Qiu Xiong, and kept looking around in the car from time to time.

It seemed a little quiet in the car.

"Ha ha."

Through the interior rearview mirror, Qiu Xiong saw Director Zhang who was glancing around, and grinned, "Don't worry, I don't have any monitoring equipment in the car."

"I know."

Director Zhang nodded with a half smile, but was still very cautious and didn't say a word to Qiu Xiong.

Qiu Xiong works at the Saigon Police Station, and is also a member of the Ghost Clan, but Director Zhang is not very at ease with him, and will not take the initiative to speak. Who knows if there is a monitoring device in the car.

The car drove for 10 minutes, and came to the bustling area of ​​the city.

"Here."

Qiu Xiong stretched out his hand and pointed to the street in front of him: "There are so many coffee shops, Director Zhang should choose one? Then you can rest assured, right? You choose the location, so it can't be arranged by me, right?"

"Ha ha."

Director Zhang laughed, but did not answer.

Qiu Xiong didn't stop, and continued to drive forward.

"This one."

Director Zhang finally spoke.

After the car is parked.

The two went up one after the other.

This coffee shop is opened by a gringo from the Empire on which the sun never sets, and the waiter is a girl from the empire on which the sun never sets.

The white-skinned waiter guided the two to sit down in the inner seats, and asked in English, "What would you like to drink?"

"Two cups of Americano, thank you."

Qiu Xiong also answered in fluent English, and then looked at Director Zhang: "Just American style?"

"no problem."

Director Zhang nodded in response, his eyes swept over the waitress in Qi Xiong's dress, and paused for a while in the gully.

His English level is still much worse than that of Qiu Xiong, which is his flaw.

"Waiter."

Qiu Xiong took out a cigarette from his pocket, took out one and put it in his mouth, and said to the waitress who hadn't left yet: "Bring me an ashtray."

"Excuse me."

The waitress directly shook her head, and stretched out her hand to block Qiu Xiong's hand to light a cigarette: "Smoking is not allowed here."

"No smoking?"

Qiu Xiong frowned when he heard this, as if he remembered something again, he turned sideways and took out his wallet from his pocket.

"One, two, five."

He ordered five big golden bulls, stretched out his hand and grabbed the waitress' wrist to pull her over, and the big golden bull patted her chest:

"An ashtray, thanks."

"no problem."

The waitress immediately nodded in agreement, took the ashtray from the next table, and took out the lighter to help Qiu Xiong light the cigarette:

"Wait for the coffee."

"Go."

Qiu Xiong nodded in satisfaction, and sent the waitress away with a wave of his hand, and sent Director Zhang one with a cigarette in his mouth:
"Come on one?"

"Ha ha."

Director Zhang laughed, his eyes paused for a moment from the plump back of the waitress, and then he took it back: "Chou Sir, you speak English well."

His English level is mediocre, and he only understood a few words when Qiu Xiong talked to this big horse.

"Okay."

Qiu Xiong caught Director Zhang's expression, saw that his eyes were looking at the big ocean horse from time to time, leaned forward with an ambiguous expression and said:
"Why? Director Zhang likes big horses?"

"so so."

Director Zhang cleared his throat, pretending to be reserved.

"Director Zhang."

Qiu Xiong flicked the cigarette ash with his finger: "I remember that your English seems to be not very good. As for us, if we live in the hands of ghosts, we must have good English. This is the most basic quality we must have."

"How about this."

He waved his hands casually, and said with an ambiguous smile, "I'll arrange for you to learn English with this ocean horse later on?"

"cough"

Director Zhang cleared his throat, refused to answer him with a stern face, and said pretending to be majestic: "Qiu Sir, as a senior inspector of the Saigon Police Station, you are so generous to a waiter while drinking coffee in a coffee shop." ?”

"Five big golden bulls, 5000 yuan, your wealth is a bit asymmetrical with your official income?"

"What are you afraid of?"

Qiu Xiong waved his hands indifferently: "I only have so much salary a month, but as long as I am happy, so what if I give her my salary for a month?"

Speaking of it.

He squinted at Director Zhang: "What? Director Zhang knows that there are a lot of huge deposits in my account? Or did you see a lot of money hidden in my house?"

"Do you have evidence? If there is no evidence, what am I afraid of you doing?"

He tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, met Director Zhang's gaze, and then laughed.

"Hahaha"

Director Zhang also raised his head and laughed, and gave Qiu Xiong a thumbs up: "What Sir Qiu said is level."

Then.

He changed the subject: "Chou Sir, you asked me out today, what do you want to say?"

Director Zhang knew it in his heart.

Qiu Xiong made an appointment to come out by himself, certainly not because he really wanted to drink coffee with him. Naturally, he had something to say, and it was not convenient to say it in the ICAC.

otherwise.

I will never come to meet in such a quiet place with few people.

"Here comes the coffee."

Dayan Ma came over with two cups of coffee and delivered them to the table: "Use it slowly."

"Thank you."

Qiu Xiong nodded with a smile, took out five big golden bulls again and put them on the tray in her hand: "Thanks for your hard work."

"Thank you."

The smile on Dayan Ma's face became more intense, and he accepted it with pleasure.

"Go."

Qiu Xiong waved his hand, and took advantage of the opportunity to slap Dayan Ma's plump buttocks: "My friend's English is not good, will you give him tutoring later?"

"no problem."

Dayangma was not angry either, he turned his hips and gave Director Zhang a wink, and then left with a smile.

Director Zhang looked at the frivolous Qiu Xiong with light in his eyes, and said with a little sigh: "Sir Qiu's style is really informal. Are you not afraid of others reporting you?"

"Very wrong."

Qiu Xiong shook his head disapprovingly, picked up his coffee and took a sip: "I am in harmony with the police and the people, and I am in harmony with the citizens."

"Report me? Who will report me? The ghost standing behind me, who the hell dare to report me, is it useful?"

"Ha ha."

Director Zhang smiled and stopped talking. He grabbed the Taikoo sugar packet and tore off the seal, poured it into the Americano coffee, and stirred it carelessly with a spoon.

This Qiu Xiong is a bit arrogant.

"Cough cough."

Qiu Xiong cleared his throat, then sniffed his nose again, leaned forward, and lowered his voice:
"Director Zhang, has he heard of Zhong Wenze?"

"what?"

When Director Zhang heard Zhong Wenze's three words, the spoon stirring the coffee visibly paused, and glanced at Qiu Xiong without leaving a trace:
"Sir Zhong? I've heard that during this time, he often publishes internal documents. He is quite famous. Isn't he at your Saigon Police Station?"

"Yes, it's him."

Qiu Xiong nodded again and again, curled his lips: "This kid, he is so powerful now, let me tell you, there is no limit."

"Ha ha."

Director Zhang chuckled, caught Qiu Xiong's expression with his eyes, and replied casually: "Sir Zhong, it's because of his strength, it's pretty good."

He was quite alert, but he was only tentative at the edge, and he didn't take Qiu Xiong's words.

"Ok?"

When Qiu Xiong heard this, his face suddenly became gloomy, and he stared at Director Zhang coldly: "What? According to Director Zhang, you and Zhong Wenze are friends?"

Speaking of it.

He pushed his butt back, pushed the stool away and stood up: "I still have something to do, let's go first."

"Ha ha."

Director Zhang saw Qiu Xiong suddenly change his face, and he knew it all at once.

The smile on his face became thicker all of a sudden, and he quickly reached out to hold him: "Don't be in a hurry, Sir Qiu, I haven't started drinking the coffee yet."

He spread his hands innocently: "Let me make a statement first, I don't know Zhong Wenze well at all."

"Humph."

Only then did Qiu Xiong's expression soften a little, and he sat down again with a cold snort.

"how?"

Director Zhang looked at Qiu Xiong with a smile, and took a mouthful of cigarette happily: "Does Sir Qiu have a story with Zhong Wenze?"

"Story? Accident!"

Qiu Xiong returned angrily: "Zhong Wenze is so powerful that he rushes to the street. He is crazy because he is the celebrity of Chief Superintendent Wu. He suppresses me everywhere."

said here.

He gritted his teeth resentfully: "Damn it, if Senior Superintendent William hadn't rushed to the street, I wouldn't be here now."

"what"

Director Zhang nodded in response.

Of course, he also knew about the case of the ghost William. It turned out that Qiu Xiong was with him.

No wonder.

As soon as William rushed to the street, Qiu Xiong had no backer here, and he was also a ghost. Naturally, he also rushed to the street and was suppressed everywhere. No wonder he hated Zhong Wenze so deeply.

"What does Qiu Sir say?"

Director Zhang understood what was going on in his heart, and he was more or less convinced.

"Let's say it clearly."

Qiu Xiong's anger has not dissipated, and his tone is a bit uncomfortable: "I came to you today because I want you to do something for me."

"what?"

Director Zhang paused when he heard the words: "I'm just the director of the Corruption Prevention Department, what can I do for Sir Qiu?"

"Check Zhong Wenze."

Qiu Xiong cut to the chase, leaned forward, and looked directly at Director Zhang: "Zhong Wenze and Chief Superintendent Baoli are not dealing with each other, so kill Zhong Wenze who is on the street, so that you can give Chief Superintendent Baoli a big gift." , I can also enter his field of vision smoothly."

"Then you may have found the wrong person."

Director Zhang was still very vigilant, and shook his head immediately: "You know Du Tianze from ICAC two days ago, right? Wasn't he just investigating Zhong Wenze? It's all right now, he's dead, and Zhong Wenze has nothing to do with it."

He made his own judgment: "Zhong Wenze should have no problem."

"I said Zhong Wenze has a problem, so he has a problem!"

Qiu Xiong's tone became more serious, and his voice was lowered: "Let me tell you clearly, you help me with this matter, and I will also give you a credit for Guilo Baoli."

He sped up his speech: "My idea is this, I will put a sum of money in Zhong Wenze's car, and you will be responsible for bringing someone over to check him, it's as simple as that."

"Chou Sir, are you crazy?!"

Director Zhang heard that his eyelids were narrowed, but his voice was extremely sharp and forcibly lowered, pretending to be surprised: "You are planting a frame! If you mess it up, big things will happen!"

"Laugh to death."

Qiu Xiong snorted in disdain: "You said that in the current system, who must be clean? Framed? It's just a fact."

"I'll tell you clearly."

Chou Xiong dipped his fingers in the coffee, and began to write on the table: "You just need to follow my command and help me arrest people, these are yours."

Director Zhang's eyes focused on Qiu Xiong's fingers.

Finger swipe.

Leave the number three hundred, clear and conspicuous.

"This"

Director Zhang looked at the numbers, his pupils shrank, and he quickly shook his head: "No, no, Sir, you are corrupting me internally!"

"Ha ha."

Qiu Xiong brushed his palm across the table, erased the three hundred numbers, and sneered: "Director Zhang, you work in the ICAC, what kind of a poor director, how much money can you earn a month?"

He leaned forward, fixed his eyes on him, and just looked at him like this: "Who is really fucking clean inside now?"

"I'm looking for you today, but if you don't do it, I'll find someone else who will help me."

"The amount I gave you, so much money, can you earn it by working for the ICAC all your life?!"

His tone became agitated: "I spent so much. If Zhong Wenze is killed, Guilo Baoli will be happy. I will follow him, and soon all of these will be earned back."

"You helped me today, you said that after this, we will be tied together?"

"We all follow behind Guilo Baoli. They eat meat and we drink soup. Will this life be fulfilled?"

"I brought the things. It's in my car. If you agree, I can give it to you now. If you don't agree, then treat it as if I didn't say anything."

When Qiu Xiong said this, he patted Director Zhang's shoulder with his palm: "But I'll start my ugly words."

He put his head close to Director Zhang's, lowered his voice and warned in a very small voice:

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. I told you about this matter today. If something goes wrong later and the news gets out, then I promise."

Chou Xiong bit his eyes and paused every word, threatening very straightforwardly:
"Before I hit the street, your dead body will definitely show up in the sea early to feed the sharks."

Done.

He patted Director Zhang's shoulder again with his finger:

"I've said everything I need to say, Director Zhang, you can figure it out yourself."

(End of this chapter)