Ge Bai likes to drink red wine very much.

This can be seen from the fact that he often holds banquets.

At this time, the two officers sat down next to the sofa. The servant brought another bottle of red wine, opened it, poured it into two red wine glasses, put it on a tray and sent it to the two officers.

Ge Bai and the director of customs took off the wine glasses, gently swayed the wine, and sobered up in a more relaxed manner.

After the two chatted for a few minutes.

Ding dong!

Clink glasses to each other.

Director Ge Bai took a sip of red wine. The customs director crossed his legs, held the wine glass in front of his knees, and chuckled, "Mr. Ge Bai."

"One of my subordinates had some misunderstanding with the police force."

"I brought her here to apologize today."

"Sorry, sir." Minnie stood nearby and quickly bowed her head to apologize.

His expression was very sincere.

The posture is even a little humble.

She had no choice but to understand the whole process of the matter. She knew that after the police undercover confessed his identity, the customs officers continued to use violence during the interrogation in an attempt to gain credit.

This wave of outrageous manipulation put the customs at a disadvantage. Even if the police broke the legs and feet of the entire team of customs officers, they could only swallow their anger, settle the matter, and come to apologize in person.

Because the customs does not want to have a head-on conflict with the police.

They just want to maintain their current self-interest.

"Haha." Director Ge Bai chuckled, lowered his eyebrows, and looked serious.

I saw him shaking his glass and speaking slowly: "We are all law enforcement agencies. We should understand that apologies are useless."

"If an apology is useful, what do we need the police for?"

"Haha." The Director of Customs reiterated with a smile on his face: "The Customs is willing to maintain a good cooperative relationship with the police force."

"Then you should give up on drug enforcement!"

"This is the authority of the anti-drug team!"

Ge Bai narrowed his eyes.

The director of customs immediately put down his smile and said, "Is there no more talk?"

To ask the Customs to give up "anti-narcotics" means to ask the Customs to give up a major political achievement.

This is not something the Director of Customs is willing to agree to.

Director Ge Bai raised his glass, drank the red wine in one gulp, put down his glass, looked straight at the other person and said: "No matter how good the wine is, it's useless."

"Because this year's red wine needs to be stored in the cellar."

"I can't drink it this year."

The director of customs recognized the meaning of the police commissioner's words, and his eyes immediately turned evil.

Because in this passage, firstly, he refused to accept the gift of wine, telling him that it was useless to drink wine now, and the wine he was drinking now was newly opened. Secondly, Ge Bai said that his time in office was running out.

As long as he can achieve great achievements in a short period of time, he doesn't care about other things that he can't touch, and he won't give in to the anti-drug work.

After all, attacking the four major bankers was the political achievement planned by Zhuang Shikai and him.

How could Ge Bai give up this political achievement?

After Zhuang Sir asked him to tell him the reason, Ge Bai agreed to support him without saying a word.

What's more, the police force is still the party taking advantage of the situation.

A more powerful one.

"good."

"Then I'll take my leave!"

The Director of Customs received a strong rejection message.

At this time, he put down his wine glass with a cold face, immediately got up and left with the others.

"Walk slowly."

"I won't send it."

Ge Bai sat in his seat.

This sentence is in Chinese.

"Ah."

The director of customs walked out of the door of the bungalow. Minnie opened the car door for him and asked in a concerned tone: "uncle, will something happen?"

The director of customs paused, looked at her and said, "I will definitely do it!"

"Be safe!"

The director of customs got into the car. Minnie sighed and nodded slightly.

She never expected that the relationship between the police force and customs would suddenly take a turn for the worse and become a major crisis for a disciplinary force.

Of course, this crisis cannot intensify into a security crisis that threatens the whole of Hong Kong like the "police integrity conflict".

But at least it will cause some unrest within the disciplined forces.

Because both sides are law enforcement forces with weapons.

Moreover, the political power of the Customs is essentially inferior to that of the ICAC.

This makes it impossible for the customs to turn the "conflict between police and customs" into a "conflict between police and integrity".

Involving tens of thousands of people.

Even hundreds of thousands of people are safe.

And because the customs personnel have a lot of weapons, the "police-customs conflict" will be replaced by a more direct and short-lived conflict.

Muscle-to-muscle collision.

The result can often be seen in one round.

"snort!"

Ge Bai stood at the living room window, watching the guests leave, with disdain flashing in his eyes.

One of the reasons why he unconditionally trusts Zhuang Shikai is because Zhuang Sir makes moves later and often has the entire chessboard laid out before things start.

Ge Bai wanted to see how the director of customs would respond.

"Are you going to steal a job from me?"

"Stretch out your hand!"

"I'll cut off your hand!"

Ge Bai chuckled, turned back to the wine cabinet, and decided to drink the remaining half bottle of good wine to avoid wasting a bottle of Reserve Bordeaux.

…

"Sir Zhuang."

"The director of customs went to the director's house last night." The next day, morning.

Zhou Huabiao walked into the office with a tea cup and started gossiping with his superiors as soon as they met.

Zhuang Shikai unexpectedly picked up the coffee cup and asked with a chuckle: "Where did you get the news?"

To be honest, because of the different levels.

The news Zhuang Shikai received was usually from the senior management, and he rarely received gossip news.

Moreover, he is either a high-level participant in the police force, or he can just call and ask. Why is there any news that requires gossip?

Besides, he was not interested in the police commissioner's private life.

So Uncle Biao knew about this matter faster than he did.

"Hey, I have some gossip." Uncle Biao chuckled, lowered his head and whispered, "It is said that the director scolded the director of customs."

"What on earth did you say to the Director! Sir Zhuang? The Director actually acted so majestic." Uncle Biao's attitude was a little confused when he spoke, but Zhuang Shikai said aloud: "I just told the Director to listen to the police force."

Show more muscles!”

"We are the department with the largest number of people and the busiest affairs among the disciplined forces."

"Should it have the highest priority in criminal cases?"

Zhuang Shikai smiled.

Uncle Biao took a breath: "Highest priority?"

Although he didn't understand the specific meaning of "highest priority", he was very disappointed when he heard the "highest priority" among the eight disciplinary forces.
To be continued...