Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 472 Young and Dangerous
Seven o'clock in the evening.

A high-end teahouse somewhere in Yuen Long District.

The environment in the small private room is elegant, and on both sides of the teahouse are small streams artificially arranged, with endless flowing water and clear springs.

The high-grade sandalwood located in the surrounding area was lightly smoky in the plate, and with the dry ice placed, the smog was overwhelming.

The tea table in the middle.

Le Shao, who was wearing a suit and white shirt, was sitting in the main seat. He was getting older and his hair was slightly gray at the temples.

The receding hairline reveals a shiny forehead, which is faintly reflected in the light.

Next to him, dressed relatively casually, is Dongguan Boy, who is in charge of the striker.

opposite.

He was Chief Superintendent Baoli in plain clothes.

Beside Baoli is his confidant and translator.

no way.

Guilao Baoli's Chinese can only be said to be barely level, and it is still a little bit interesting to communicate with Le Shao and the others who don't speak English at all.

"Sir."

Dong Guanzai picked up the teapot, poured out the first pot of water that had been brewed, refilled it with boiling water, and then poured it for Guilo Baoli:

"This is the best Dahongpao. It came from Wuyi Mountain in the inland. In ancient times, it was a tribute exclusively for the royal family. Only the royal family can enjoy it."

in a teacup.

After Dahongpao is brewed, the soup is orange-yellow and bright, with a strong aroma, along with a faint orchid fragrance, and the "rock rhyme" is obvious.

"Oh?"

Guilo Baoli didn't understand this, squinted at the teacup in front of him, reached out to pick it up and took a sip, his eyes brightened.

"how?"

Dongguan Zai looked at his words and said with a smile: "In addition to the effects of refreshing and relieving fatigue like ordinary tea, it also has special effects of preventing cancer, lowering blood lipids, and anti-aging."

"This kind of thing is not comparable to those refreshing things such as coffee."

"Ha ha."

Guilao Baoli laughed, and he didn't agree with this statement from the bottom of his heart: "It's quite mysterious, in my opinion, it's just that, the appearance is okay, as for other effects, it's just bragging. Not half as good as coffee."

Dongguan Tsai is not happy.

This ghost is really hard to serve, he talks and does things so crazy, I just concentrate on showing off, just tell me that's it?

You know shit.

The status of tea still has a very important position in the hearts of Chinese people.

Especially in Hong Kong Island and inland coastal cities, it is basically a cup of tea after dinner.

The tea table or tea making utensils are basically standard in every household.

Sitting in front of the tea table after a meal, boiling water to make tea, and lighting a cigarette is simply a great pleasure in life.

coffee?

What it is.

Although Dong Guanzi was unhappy, he didn't show it, so he didn't answer Guilo Baoli's words.

"Ha ha."

Le Shao sat aside, listening to the conversation between the two, and then interrupted in a timely manner to change the subject:
"Sir, I'll ask someone to pack a can for you in a while, and you'll understand when you bring it home full."

"Tasting tea is just like the cooperation between us. At the beginning of the cooperation, everyone didn't know the basics, but after a long time, they became familiar with it."

"Look, we've known each other for a year, so we're very happy now."

"Ah."

Guilo Baoli nodded expressionlessly, put down his teacup, and stretched out his hand to loosen the belt buckle around his waist:
"This time, the matter is barely done, but it is not perfect. I heard that Li Guosheng is not dead, but is still lying in the hospital. It seems that he has been rescued."

"small issue."

Le Shao waved his hand lightly, picked up the small teapot to help Guilo Baoli refill the teacup, his tone was extremely flat, as if saying another trivial matter:
"He's not dead, just ask someone to fix him up again."

"The officer let him die in the third watch. We have no reason to let him live until the fifth watch. You ask us to do things."

He is fierce and violent, in his eyes, this kind of thing is simply a trivial matter
"never mind."

Guilo Baoli stopped him with a wave of his hand: "Now there are several bad guys guarding him, there is no need to be him anymore."

He asked Le Shao to arrange for people to go to the police station to do Li Guosheng and Liu Yanyan, the first target was Li Yanyan, and by the way, let Zhong Wenze get off his horse.

Now that the goal has been achieved, Liu Yanyan is dead, and the remaining Li Guosheng is not dead, so it doesn't make much sense.

"Everything is at the command of the commander."

Le Shao stretched out his hand to stroke the stubble on his chin, and looked at Chief Superintendent Baoli with a smile:
"I have something to ask the chief to help me."

"Tell me."

Baoli reached out for a big cigar, lit it and took a puff: "Don't tell me about small things, I'm not interested."

"That's natural. I don't dare to bother the officer with small things."

With a smile on his face, Le Shao rubbed his palms together and said, "Look, our club has a new term every two years."

"As for me, it's been pretty good to manage the association in the past two years. The association has ushered in a transitional peace. It stands to reason that I should be the next person to talk about it."

"It's just that those old pedantic people are not willing to support me. They want to recommend another person in our community to be the speaker."

"It makes me a little unhappy."

Le Shao paused at this point, and then his tone became firmer: "I can only sit for this talker, and no one else has anything to do."

"Just tell me the result."

Guilo Baoli frowned, looking impatient: "I'm not interested in knowing what's going on inside your club."

"Haha, yes."

Le Shao smiled and nodded again and again, and leaned forward: "This is Li Jiayuan, nicknamed Jimmy."

"He has done a good job in business in the mainland these years, and he has a lot of people under his command. Now seeing him grow bigger and bigger, it is because of this that those old pedants want to push him up."

His tone became more serious: "I think the officer will help me guide him in his business and teach him how to do business."

"Give me his information."

Guilao Baoli was also straightforward, and agreed straight away: "Give me some more black material, and I will arrange for someone to take down a few of his dens and clean them up."

"Thank you, sir."

Le Shao's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and his tone became a lot more excited.

After all, he is a ghost, smart, and knows how to do things to get to the point.

If he arranged for someone to take out some of Jimmy's dens, then this matter would be a good fuss.

Just ask.

Who dares to agree with a person who is being targeted by the police and push him to be the speaker?
"I go first."

Guilo Baoli drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, patted his knees and stood up: "By the way, that Dahongpao, remember to give me two cans."

"no big deal."

Le Shao tilted his head to look at Dongguan Tsai, and gave him a look.

The latter got up immediately.

He picked up the suitcase that he had prepared earlier from the cabinet beside him and handed it to Baoli's translator: "It has been prepared a long time ago."

a suitcase.

It was full of banknotes inside.

Besides.

A pot of tea and a bottle of wine.

"what is this?"

The translator glanced at the wine bottles that didn't look good: "Don't take out all kinds of strange things."

"hey-hey."

Dongguan boy grinned, flatteringly said: "You are confused, don't underestimate this thing, we entrusted someone to make it in the mainland."

"The authentic tiger penis wine, paired with the medicinal wine prescription prescribed by the old Chinese medicine doctor, and soaked in this pure tiger penis for a while."

"One sip, and you're guaranteed to return to the peak state of a man. The officer has worked hard day and night, so it's perfect to have some of this."

"Oh?"

After hearing the general idea of ​​Guilo Baoli's words, the whole person suddenly became energetic, squinted his eyes, and gestured for translation with his mouth:

"You, take a sip and try."

The translator opened the bottle, and Dong Guanzai poured him half a cup out of a teacup.

"Refill."

The translator yelled, and then drank it with a glass of wine on his head, making sure that the wine was not poisonous.

"Um"

After the translator finished drinking, he groaned.

A sip of medicinal wine flowed down his throat, and he didn't feel anything anymore, so he gave a comment: "Not poisonous."

"Humph."

Guilo Baoli snorted coldly, and left with a wave of his hand: "The yellow-skinned monkey is the best bragging."

The translator quickly followed.

The two went out of the house and drove away.

The translator sent Guilo home and got out of the car to help Guilao open the door, but his walking posture was a bit strange and his face was a little red.

Guilo Baoli frowned: "Are you sick?"

"No."

The translator looked awkward, and opened the trunk in a strange posture with hips crossed and legs crossed, and commented by the way: "This wine. Good stuff."

"what?"

Guilo Baoli couldn't help but raise his eyelids, and his breathing became a little short: "Is it really so mysterious?"

Gui Lao is really not interesting when it comes to masculinity. He is too indulgent and can't help himself in middle age. Some things have long been unsatisfactory.

The tiger penis wine brought by Le Shao, is it really enough?

"Yes."

The translator nodded truthfully.

"okay."

Guilo Baoli nodded in response, and directed the translator: "You drive away, leave your things here, and I'll get them in by myself."

The interpreter nodded in response, and after unloading the things, he stepped on the gas pedal to the end and went to have fun.

Baoli moved things into the villa, opened the door and entered the yard, and shouted to the hall on the first floor: "Gordon!"

"Wang Wang!"

There were two dog barks in the hall, and a bulldog sprinted out of the open French window, jumped up and down in front of Baoli, wagging its tail at him, with its head on his calf Arch back and forth.

This bulldog was brought by Baoli across the ocean from the Empire on which the Sun Never Sets. It is not a small breed of dog that is suitable for pets.

It has been carefully fed since childhood, and has a strong body with extremely well-developed muscles and a compact structure.

Baoli never fed it cooked food, and the meat was directly fed raw meat with blood, so this dog looked more aggressive than ordinary bulldogs.

under the light.

The smooth fur was faintly shining with luster.

In this big villa, apart from Baoli, there is only Gordon the bulldog.

Baoli is 45 years old, but he is not married. It's not that he can't find it, but he doesn't want to, and he didn't bring his family to come here. He lives alone here with a dog, and his life is quite enjoyable.

One person and one dog live in a big villa, life is not to mention how fun it is.

As for the servants.

Baoli didn't invite any more.

In his opinion, using the yellow-skinned monkey here as a servant is not as reassuring as his bulldog Gordon.

People have problems, dogs don't.

Moreover.

His bulldog has been specially trained and has amazing fighting power. Ordinary people can't get close to it at all. It is the most suitable for watching the house or something.

"Help me carry something."

Baoli put the cash box full of banknotes on the ground.

Gordon Bulldog is very obedient, biting the handle of the suitcase and helping him bring things into the house. This small box is trivial for Gordon, who has amazing fighting power.

"Let's go for supper."

After Baoli entered the house, he patted Gordon on the head, cut a piece of bloody beef and threw it into its dog bowl. Gordon wagged his tail and began to eat, looking in a good mood.

The dog is in a good mood.

As the host, Baoli is also in a good mood.

After a brief rest, Baoli walked into the bathroom humming a little song and began to take a bath, enjoying himself.

After taking a shower.

Baoli, who was wrapped in a bathrobe, came out, and his eyes fell on the bottle of wine that Le Shao gave on the table.

He opened the lid and poured a cup into the cup, took a sip at first, then took the cup out of the hall, turned into the back hall, and descended the steps in the basement.

Open a secret door somewhere.

The door opened slowly.

A darkroom appears.

The room was dimly lit, with only two extremely dim lamps emitting a weak yellow light.

The light in the aisle gradually refracts in white light following the arc of the door, slowly lighting up the originally dark room.

Under fan lights.

An immature face appeared in the room, and the other party raised his head in a panic when he noticed the light. After seeing Baoli, his eyes were filled with panic that penetrated the soul, and the body against the wall trembled and retreated.

Then.

The door opened wide.

The lights in the corridor were unrestrained and completely shone in.

Childish faces appeared, expressions full of horror and fear.

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Tea house.

After sending Baoli away.

Le Shao didn't leave in a hurry, but continued to make tea.

"This Dahongpao is really good."

Le Shao took a sip of the tea, nodded in satisfaction and commented: "I have flushed the water three or four times, and the fragrance of this tea is still there, leaving a fragrance on my lips and teeth."

"hey-hey."

Dong Guanzai smiled, opened the stool and sat down beside him, and lit a cigarette casually: "Godfather, do you think this Baoli can be trusted?"

"In my opinion, instead of waiting for him to make a move, it's better for us to attack Jimmy ourselves. Jimmy has jumped so much in the past few days, so we might as well find a chance to do him."

Dongguan Tsai is a man who is superior in his work and has no conceit, but his strength is not bad, and he has recognized Le Shao as his godfather. In Helian Sheng, his status is quite outstanding.

"No."

Without even thinking about it, Le Shao shook his head and refused: "To be a person and to do things, you must learn to use your brain."

"Young and Dangerous don't use brains, so you can only be Young and Dangerous for the rest of your life."

"I'm definitely going to decide on the position of the speaker."

Le Shao stroked the beard of his chin with his fingers, and said lightly: "But this process, it must not be the same as before. According to the current situation, it is best to let Baoli help him."

"Otherwise, why do you think I arranged for someone to help him? I drove into the director of the ICAC at the gate of the police station. I offended these people for no reason. Is my mind sick?"

"Yes, godfather is right."

Dongguan Boy quickly nodded in agreement, but there was a trace of disapproval in his eyes, and then he said: "Then those two horse boys who arranged to hit people?"

"That's it, don't worry about them, and don't have any contact with them, lest you be targeted by the police."

Le Shao waved his hand and gave instructions: "Our goal has been achieved, and the next step is to deal with the matter of re-election."

"What is Zhong Wenze?"

Dong Guanzai hesitated for a moment: "This guy seems to be pretty good at it."

"The two young men who are working, one has no brains, the other is a drug addict, and the other is useless, and they don't know any useful information, so there is nothing to worry about."

Le Shao didn't take it to heart at all, with an expression of indifference: "Those bad guys, no matter how powerful they are, can they still come and arrest us?"

"The police are handling the case with evidence. Even if these two youngsters open their mouths, how dare they arrest people just by identifying them out of thin air?"

He sneered, looked at Dongguan boy who was pouring tea for him, and tapped his finger on the table: "He Liansheng, based on these three words, no messenger would be so blind-eyed and take the initiative to find trouble."

(End of this chapter)