Hong Kong Island Old Events

Chapter 73 Send a wreath to Mr. Fu! (Update 810)

"The police force has some things that are more difficult to handle." Zhang Jingrong echoed.

Liu Fu said clearly: "Inspector Kowloon General Hua is in charge of both Kowloon and the New Territories. He has a total of thirteen police stations under his command. Our Dongguan gang currently has eight, and the remaining five are still managed by the Chaoshan Gang. On."

"Only Sham Shui Po and Yau Ma Tei in Kowloon are owned by the Chaoshan Clan. In the New Territories, Tsuen Wan, Tuen Mun, and Sha Tin are all owned by the Chaoshan Clan. We only have Yuen Long and Sai Kung."

"Fortunately, there is not much oil and water in the New Territories. It is enough to seize the banking district in Kowloon. The business of the big bosses will not be able to expand to the New Territories for a while."

Zhang Jingrong listened quietly, giving the senior officer time to speak freely, and hummed from time to time.

Liu Fu probably hadn't seen anyone from the police force for a long time, and he seemed to talk more than usual. He continued: "Inspector Hua, who is under the command of the Kowloon District, may not be able to convince you."

"After all, Yuan Yi, Gao Yong, and others all have connections with the big boss behind the scenes. If I hadn't managed the relationship well with Gui Lao, it would have been difficult to pass on the position to you."

It's great to teach Detective Xin Zonghua.

People like Liu Fu who retire unexpectedly and have no addiction to officialdom are the favorites.

Zhang Jingrong also sighed: "Thank you Master Fu for your help."

"You are my confidant. Although everyone in the world says that the Dongguan Gang has five tigers in the police force, I only think that you have the best future."

Liu Fu put down the soup bowl: "To convince the people under your command, one is to provide them with sufficient benefits, and the second is to be strong-willed."

"Kowloon Tong and East Tsim Sha Tsui will definitely listen to you. That is our old territory. Wong Tai Sin and Prince Edward Road do not dare to jump out. Only Mong Kok and Jordan are strong and troublesome."

"Based on your situation, it is suitable for external use, but not suitable for internal use."

"Find an opportunity to seize the personnel rights in Sham Shui Po and turn Inspector Hua into one of our own. This way, the Dongguan Gang is the most powerful, and others must obey."

Liu Fu's eyes were bright and heroic: "As for Yau Ma Tei, don't touch it for the time being. Wait until the next personnel appointment and dismissal, and then look for opportunities to win it through the upper levels of Gui Lao."

"It is impossible to replace all the forces operating in the three districts under the jurisdiction of Yao Mu within three or two years. Let them wait for a while."

Zhang Jingrong moved his mouth when he heard the words and wanted to speak.

Liu Fu waited for him for a while, but before he could speak, he asked doubtfully: "Ah Rong, what's going on?"

He realized something was wrong.

Zhang Jingrong sighed and finally choked up: "In the evening, I went to see that Huayaoxian again, and at the same table was the daughter of the president of the Chaoshan Chamber of Commerce."

Liu Fu's expression suddenly changed: "Has Hua Yaoxian taken advantage of Boss Chu?"

Zhang Jingrong shook his head: "No."

"It's Miss Chu's way."

Liu Fu's expression suddenly froze, his eyes showing shock, but he quickly regained his composure and said expressionlessly: "You have the ability!"

"Fu Ye."

Liu Fudao said: "I had already guessed that his position would lead to the big boss of the Chaoshan Chamber of Commerce to come forward to make peace, and the remaining bullets were intended to be fired into the ceiling."

"I didn't expect that not only a big boss would directly marry Miss Chu."

With unwillingness in his eyes, he looked at Zhang Jingrong and said, "Tell me, what conditions does Miss Chu offer?"

"If you want a position like Inspector Hua, I can give it to you."

Zhang Jingrong did not reply immediately, but raised his hand to unbuckle his gun bag, took out a gun inside, and presented it to the officer with both hands: "The condition is that the last shot is fired."

When Liu Fu saw Zhang Jingrong's right hand close to the gun bag, he had a vague premonition in his heart. After hearing the conditions, his eyes were full of despair: "I want to save his life, but he wants to kill him."

Zhang Jingrong's eyes were full of tears, his lips and teeth were trembling, and the good man choked up and said: "He said that in the world, there is only advancement and no retreat."

"Master Fu, I'm sorry, I can't resist Miss Chu. In addition, I also went to ask Boss Wang. I'll talk to Boss Wang tomorrow...Uncle Gen said, you can also go to someone else and ask if you have any other bosses." …..”

Liu Fu said simply: "No."

"I have been working hard in the police force. I have met a lot of ghost guys and helped the ghost guys make a lot of money. I have always wanted to help my brothers expand their power in the police force. I thought Boss Wang would support me to the end. Unexpectedly, my hand If the power inside is lost, people will be useless."

In fact, he just wants to expand his power as a capital for mutual benefit with the big boss.

While helping Gui Lao make money, he didn't make less money, but he didn't expect that he would capsize in the gutter and lose his power to a small uniformed team leader.

Since a person does not want to deepen his relationship with his boss and wants to expand his power and become a boss, he should not expect the boss to support him at critical moments.

Of course, what he did was just a choice, a survival strategy. There was no right or wrong, it was still an excellent path.

The "Five Tigers of the Dongguan Gang" are all his own and an extension of his power. Although they may not necessarily obey Zhang Jingrong, they are all willing to die for him.

This makes him more independent and can make deals with every boss, making the Dongguan Chamber of Commerce inseparable from him, but once he loses power, he loses everything.

No one has feelings for him, no one protects him, and no one cares about him.

Liu Fu also knew this very well, so while making money, he actively worked as a ghost guy. After making enough black money and gaining power, he started to pay attention to the serious business.

He is extremely ambitious, but he just met a ruthless person and never played against him.

"So, I have to swallow this bullet." Liu Fu was fully prepared mentally, reached out to grab the .38, and touched the trigger with his fingers.

Zhang Jingrong couldn't bear to see the officer's blood spattered and said on the spot: "Master Fu, I'll go out first."

"Need not!"

Liu Fu opened the safety cover, looked directly at him and said, "I'll give you one last piece of advice. Being Inspector Zonghua is nothing special. It's just like being the watchdog of a big boss and the white glove of a ghost."

"No matter how much money you make from the position of Inspector Zonghua, your social status is not as good as that of a small boss of the chamber of commerce. Once there is trouble, you will be the first to rush to the front and fight for life and death, but the medal is not your turn, not even a single If the inspection is not done properly, old scores may be settled later.”

"So, as long as the black money is enough, smart people in power will use their power to build their own business. I will lose to Hua Yaoxian because he is smart enough, has the ability to find good things, has the brains, and uses The power of a military uniform can open a dollar store.”

"I started too late, and I'm used to making black money. I can't compare to you. I still have a long term to do things." He put the muzzle of the gun into his mouth, slurring, but extremely fierce, and widened his eyes. shouted: "Ah Rong, watch me die!"

"Help me take revenge if you have the chance!"

He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger with determination: "Bang!"

A bullet passed through the throat and penetrated the skull, and a body fell backwards, blood splattering on the hospital bed.

Zhang Jingrong shouted: "Fu Ye!"

The two plainclothes detectives on night duty were all excited. They quickly opened the door and looked at Inspector Erren Zonghua who was standing and falling in the room. Their teeth were chattering and they were stunned for a moment.

Zhang Jingrong waited until the nurses and doctors rushed to the ward after hearing the news, then he came to his senses numbly and said aloud: "Master Fu committed suicide."

Doctor Guilao looked at him with complicated eyes and cursed in English: "If you want to die, don't come to the hospital."

Immediately, Zhang Jingrong picked up the gun on the ground, wiped off the blood with a sheet, and handed it to an agent beside him: "Bring it to Hua Yaoxian on Shanghai Street tomorrow."

"yes!"

"Sir!" The agent took the gun, stood at attention and saluted, imprinting Hua Yaoxian's name deeply in his mind.

Zhang Jingrong didn't put the thermos bucket away until the doctor had put away the body, sent it to the morgue, and watched the chief leave the ward.

That night, the entire Kowloon district knew that Liu Fu, the former Inspector General, committed suicide by swallowing a gun in the hospital ward.

Afterwards, Superintendent Duowei of the Hong Kong Island Police carried his body to the funeral. All Dongguan-based Chinese detectives of the Hong Kong Island Police attended the funeral. Many chamber of commerce bosses sent wreaths. The Dongguan Chamber of Commerce funded all the expenses for his funeral. It was very grand and a sensation.

The next day, morning.

He Dingxian was having breakfast at home when there was a knocking sound at the door: "Da da da da, brother Xian, someone just came to shoot back."

"Come in first." He Dingxian opened the door and sat back at the dining table. Qian Weishan put a gun on the table, with excitement in his brows, and said in an excited tone: "The gun has been returned."

The whole gun was wiped clean.

He Dingxian put down his chopsticks after hearing this, sat down and opened the bomb bay. Seeing the empty bullet holes inside, he ordered: "Go to the drawer on the second floor of the wooden cabinet in the living room and take out six bullets for me."

"yes!"

"Sir!"

Qian Weishan stood at attention and saluted, and quickly went to do his work with a face full of admiration. The total distance between the living room and the living room was less than five meters, which made him feel like he could run.

He Dingxian waited for him to come back and reached out to take the bullet, filling the bullets one by one. When there were many rounds, he closed the bomb compartment with satisfaction and stuffed the bullet back into the bag on his waist.

Whenever a bullet is missing from the bomb bay, I feel uneasy, probably suffering from "lack of firepower phobia".

"Sit down, why are you looking at me?" He Dingxian shouted in confusion after finishing his work.

Qian Weishan quickly moved a chair and sat down, smiling: "Hey, sir, don't you have anything to ask?"

"Any questions?"

He Dingxian rolled his eyes and asked, "Would you like a bowl of barley porridge?"

"Uh...Okay!" Qian Weishan agreed, and took the initiative to serve it without waiting for the officer to do anything. Halfway through the meal, He Dingxian suddenly asked: "How much does a wreath cost?"

Qian Weishan hurriedly swallowed the rice porridge and immediately said: "One piece for the small one, two pieces for the big one."

"Buy two and send them to me, one in my own name and one in the name of the movie store company. Remember to include a portion of the money."

"Roger it!" Qian Weishan agreed, grinned, and continued to eat porridge with his head down.

He Dingxian picked up a newspaper on the table and while reading it, he was already thinking about the Wan Chai embassy matter. It seemed that he should ask Lard Zai to check. The Wan Chai embassy situation should at least be investigated by every colleague. Know it by heart.