Crossing Hong Kong to be a police officer, but the system is wrong

Cai Shen and Fit Rong smiled and said, "Then we will ask the police to apply for a good citizen award for you, Hou Sheng."

Yunding snorted with disdain on his face. He was a completely different person from the one who peed his pants last night.

Hou Wenhua ignored their reactions and snapped his fingers to the bodyguard behind him.

The bodyguard pulled out a few small packets of white powder from his pocket and threw them on the table.

"I can guarantee that this is the purest stuff you have ever seen in Hong Kong. Want to try it?"

None of the four companies present here have not touched the flour business, the only difference is the size. Caishen and Fitrong immediately ordered their "professionals" to inspect the goods.

As a big boss of the society, I never touch this kind of thing personally.

After inspecting the goods, the men under them nodded to their respective bosses.

"In the past, you were just small-time players, and the quality of your goods was uneven. You couldn't make it big. I have already opened up all the connections in Siam. From now on, I will be the general agent, and you three will be the exclusive agents. I believe you have also realized that with goods of this quality, we will soon dominate the entire Hong Kong market. From now on, other companies will have to look to you three big guys for their lives. If you have money, let's go together. What do you think of my proposal?"

Hou Wenhua’s meaning was very clear: only those who cooperated could get the goods from him. If you didn’t cooperate, regardless of whether you could get out of this door or not, you would be attacked by Hou Wenhua and other societies in the future.

This is an open conspiracy. If Hou Wenhua controls the channels, he can control the rules. The three bosses understood this truth instantly.

Money can attract people, especially in the lucrative flour industry. If you can really control the flour market in Hong Kong, as long as you don't get caught by the police, you can probably retire early in three to five years, go out to sea on a yacht every day, and become a young model in a club.

It must be said that even if they had to depend on Hou Wenhua's mood in the future, Caishen and Fitrong were tempted. They nodded to Hou Wenhua and tacitly agreed to cooperate.

Only Yunding was still unruly: "What do you mean by that? I said I want to be the boss!"

He neither inspected the goods nor agreed to cooperate.

Hou Wenhua did not say much. He had been prepared and was confident that he could take down Genting: "In that case, then, Caishen and Fitrong, I wish you a happy cooperation in the future!"

Old hands like Caishen and Fitrong knew that Genting and Hou Wenhua could not reach an agreement and there was a high probability of subsequent conflicts, so they immediately stood up and resigned with their subordinates.

Yunding saw the two "good brothers" who had agreed to "advance and retreat together" slip away first. He was so angry that he ignored his injuries, stood up and slammed the table: "Humph! You still say you are the boss! You have no spine! You kneel down and lick my ass if I give you a bone!"

The God of Wealth outside the door, Fit Rong: I am deaf, I can’t hear…

Hou Wenhua smiled without saying anything. He waited until the two bosses left before taking out his cell phone, changing the space card, and dialing Hou Wenying's backup space card number.

Genting, I hope you can still be so stubborn when you hear the voices of your wife and children later.

……

At this time, Hou Wenying had been urgently taken back to the interrogation room at CIB headquarters.

The cell phone rang, and the sound came from Hou Wenying's shirt pocket.

Across the interrogation table, Hou Wenying, who had been tortured and remained silent, changed his expression when he heard the bell ring.

Song Shijie, who was sitting opposite him, immediately stood up and walked over, took out his cell phone, and covered Hou Wenying's mouth.

I pressed the answer button, but no sound came out.

There was no sound from the other end, and after a few seconds, the call was hung up.

Song Shijie called back, but as expected, the phone was turned off.

Song Shijie released his hand that was covering Hou Wenying's mouth, took out a tissue and wiped it, then smiled at him without saying a word.

Both of them knew who had called, but at the same time they knew it was probably impossible to confirm.

……

After hanging up the phone, Hou Wenhua immediately turned off the phone and pulled out the battery in one go.

The top of the cloud next to it:???

Hou Wenhua knew that something must have gone wrong with Wenying, but he couldn't figure it out. Judging from Yunding's reaction, he definitely didn't know that his wife and children had been kidnapped, so it wasn't his people who rescued the hostages.

Could it be the police? What a joke. When did the Hong Kong police become so efficient? They could save the hostages without the victim even reporting the crime?

If you can't figure it out, just think about it for now: "Yunding, there were some misunderstandings between us before. Let's have tea together later and have a good chat."

In Hou Wenhua's territory, Yunding did not dare to be too presumptuous. Seeing that Hou Wenhua had a good attitude, he went with the flow and left with his brothers.

At this time, Hou Wenhua received a text message on another mobile phone: Ying was arrested by Song

"Damn! It's this policeman again!"

Hou Wenhua's defense was instantly broken. He could no longer maintain a calm attitude and kicked the table to the ground.

Desk: First of all I didn’t mess with any of you…

……

On the other side, CIB headquarters.

Song Shijie and another team member who was responsible for recording interrogated Hou Wenying for more than ten minutes, but the other party still did not say a word.

Catching the person red-handed, illegally possessing firearms, and kidnapping are definitely confirmed facts. It seems that Hou Wenying intends to take the consequences on his own.

After all, they are brothers and it is understandable that they value loyalty.

Just as I was thinking, there was a knock on the door, and a female member of the CIB team poked his head in: "Sir Song, Sir Hong wants you to go to his office."

He has reported to higher authorities many times in the past two days. Has Hong Peiji finally been unable to bear it and asked him to "get scolded by his superiors"?

Song Shijie nodded, whispered something to the interrogation assistant, and walked out of the interrogation room.

"Mr. Hong, I am Song Shijie."

Arriving outside Hong Peiji's office, Song Shijie knocked on the door politely.

"Come in!"

The office of the senior superintendent is very spacious. It is the second largest in the entire CIB after that of Big Sir Gong Jiapei.

Hong Peiji sat in his office chair, staring at Da Song Shijie, the well-known princeling across from him.

Even without considering his family background, the merit of saving the life of the next-in-command is enough for Song Shijie to rise quickly in the police force. Most superiors would keep a distance from such subordinates, thinking, "You are good, I am good, and everyone is good."

The problem is that Song Shijie is not here to gild his reputation, on the contrary he is very capable. But he is too capable, to the point where no one respects him as a senior superintendent.

This is intolerable, this is a matter of principle!

"Song Shijie, do you still have me as your boss in your mind? Forget about the past. Why didn't you report to me about the arrest of Hou Wenying? Is it true that in the entire CIB, except for Gong Sir, no one can manage you, the rising star of the police force? Do you still have discipline in the police force in your mind?"

Hong Peiji did not let Song Shijie take a seat as usual, but immediately went into full swing!

"No, Sir! Sorry, Sir!"

Regardless of Hong Peiji's position, his criticism is valid and Song Shijie immediately admitted his mistake.

"No organization, no discipline! I've seen many newcomers like you in my many years of service! Every one of them is so arrogant and thinks he's so great..."

Hong Peiji was still ranting when there was a knock on the door outside the office: "Hong Sir, it's me, Vicky, I have something to report."

"Come in." After all, she was his girlfriend, so Hong Peiji's tone suddenly became much softer.

Luo Xiuling walked into the office with a document in her hand, without looking at Song Shijie:

"Hong Sir, the situation is like this. Ah Jet has already reported to me at the time. I judged that the situation was too urgent and asked him to directly ask Gong Sir for Hit Team support. After all, human lives are at stake. This is the action report I just compiled, please take a look."

Song Shijie: You are worthy of being my good (former) master's wife, so awesome!