Lu Minghua put down his arms and said: "Director."

"I suggest that the security drill be broadcast live throughout Hong Kong."

At this time, Lu Minghua proposed to make a news, and when he heard it, he wanted to make a big news. He didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd, which made the police chief even a little surprised.

"Live drill?"

"What if the exercise fails?"

Han Guoli frowned and asked.

The "exercise failure" here of course refers to their security team, but Lu Minghua replied firmly: "We can prepare two sets of excuses."

"No matter which side wins, judging from the scene of the exercise, it will demonstrate the highest level of the police force. Not only will it not have a negative impact on the image of the police force, it will also positively improve the image of the police force."

"This is also an opportunity in a crisis."

Han Li fell into thinking.

The police officer Guilao next to me didn't bother him.

Lu Minghua finally reminded: "The most important thing is that all Hong Kong citizens are watching, the exercise is just an exercise, no one dares to change bullets."

"hiss."

Han Guoli took a breath: "You are right!"

"Just do it!"

"Notify the Public Relations Department immediately and let them start preparing for the live broadcast of the exercise."

"It will be broadcast live to all Hong Kong citizens through the "Police Call" program."

"I want to promote the image of the police force well."

Lu Minghua nodded and said.

"yes!"

"Sir!"

Half an hour later.

Security Department.

Pantry.

Yang Jinrong held a silver spoon and gently stirred the coffee cup.

"well."

He sighed and said: "Turn crisis into opportunity."

"How can it be so easy?"

"It's not like there's no chance." Lu Minghua put one hand in his pocket, held another cup of coffee, and leaned against the cabinet and said, "Just like what the director said, we have more people and more guns."

Lu Minghua lifted the coffee cup and took a sip of coffee. His eyes were very sharp at this moment.

In fact, broadcasting drills and promoting the image of the police force is a way of "turning crises into opportunities."

However, this kind of "turning a crisis into an opportunity" is too superficial. At most, it will make it easier for the director to write a report when he loses, and the loss will not be too ugly.

What they are talking about now is "turning positions into opportunities" to defeat the Zhuang clan's troops and turn the Zhuang clan's attack into a counterattack.

After the two left the director's office, they had been discussing the director's ideas, hoping to come up with a feasible plan to defeat the bankers.

As the Korean theory goes, in fact, the number of people and equipment are the natural advantages of the "General Administration Police Force".

What's more, there is no 100% guarantee in fighting.

There is no gambling.

The other side will definitely win.

Since South Korea is willing to continue the exercise, no matter whether it is forced to have no choice or forced to the ring, it actually has some chance of winning.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to come up with the idea of ​​turning crisis into opportunity. He could just take a good posture, lie down and admit defeat.

You must know that the advantages of the General Administration are not fake. After the director's guidance, Lu Minghua definitely felt that there were some opportunities. The key point was Zhuang Shikai.

Yang Jinrong saw a gleam in Lu Minghua's eyes, and he stopped moving as if he was aware of it. He looked at the officer with his cup of coffee: "Sir Lu, do you have any ideas?"

"During the exercise, the combat effectiveness of the Chinese gangs was basically concentrated on Superintendent Zhuang..."

Lu Minghua exhaled and said: "You concentrate on training at the General Administration..."

"I'm responsible for dealing with Zhuang Shikai."

"At least prevent him from participating in special training exercises."

"This will improve your training level."

With Lu Minghua's current scope of authority, he is really capable of executing this strategy and influencing the exercise training of another group.

Yang Jinrong's eyes lit up: "Thank you, sir!"

Although this method is not enough to affect the opponent's basic strength, the police officers of the Security Department themselves are selected elites. Their average quality is higher than that of ordinary front-line police officers, and their overall quality is no better than that of the selected "Chinese gangsters".

", there is too much difference between the Zhuang clan's soldiers.

Coupled with the numerical advantage and the combination of various departments... Lu Minghua's adoption of this method may be able to increase the odds of winning or losing for both parties.

"I'm busy first." Lu Minghua raised his hand and took another sip of coffee, patted Yang Jinrong on the shoulder, and left the tea room with the coffee cup.

"Do as I say." He left his last words. Yang Jinrong nodded slightly, then walked out of the tea room with his ID and went to the office to work.

the next day.

Morning.

Zeng Xiangrong walked out of the detention room of the Security Department with oily hair.

"Sir Zeng."

"Excuse me."

"It's neglectful."

Yang Jinrong had a smile on his face and a humble expression as he saw people off.

Zeng Xiangrong's black suit was full of wrinkles, his hair was messy, and his expression was a little tired, which made his elegant demeanor look a little more embarrassed. The demeanor he had when he was first brought into the security department was completely lost.

However, he was in good spirits, and he had obviously not been abused by the security department. In other words, there were people behind him, so the security department did not dare to conduct fatigue interrogation on him, and the situation did not reach the point of mutual violence.

After all, when violence that goes beyond the rules begins, assassinations, riots, and other bloody conflicts often follow.

The security department doesn’t dare to cross this line yet!

Because in peaceful times, whoever crosses the line first is the sinner. No matter how great the advantage is, it will fail. There is no advantage at all in trying to argue?

Yang Jinrong, whose suit was neatly pressed, brought a group of police officers with him with a polite expression, and raised his hand to ask Zeng Xiangrong to leave. The group of police officers he brought with him was the same group that arrested Zeng Xiangrong.

Zeng Xiangrong stood at the entrance of the security department, looked back at them for a moment, showed a smile and said to Yang Jinrong: "It's okay."

"After all, your life is not easy either."

"Haha." He sneered twice, stepped forward, and whispered into Yang Jinrong's ear: "How is it?"

"Is it just you?"

Yang Jinrong put on a fake smile and was still so polite.

Zeng Xiangrong flicked his clothes and continued to smile: "Don't worry, I'm kind-hearted and I won't bear grudges against you."

“This time, just treat it as a visit to our colleagues’ departments to study.”

"Next time you are caught... I will inform the guy to retain your right to iron clothes..."

"After all, I'm familiar with the Internal Affairs Department."

Yang Jinrong's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were a little strange. He stared at Zeng Xiangrong and said, "Yes...you are familiar with the Internal Affairs Department..."

"Huh!" Zeng Xiangrong snorted coldly, pulled up the corners of his suit, turned and walked towards the elevator door.

"Sir Zeng."

"Sir Zeng."

Several police officers from the Investigation Division waiting in the corridor came over and quickly greeted Zeng Xiangrong.

They were specially sent by the Investigation Division to pick up the chief when he returned.

"Axun, go and see off Sir Zeng." Yang Jinrong raised his glasses and said. A security sergeant in a suit quickly stepped forward and took the initiative to press the elevator button for Zeng Xiangrong.

Zeng Xiangrong looked at him with a cold expression and did not stop him. He waited for the elevator door to open and led people into the elevator.

Yang Jinrong raised his hand and shouted: "Sir Zeng! Slow down!"

"roll!"

"Street boy!"

As the elevator door slowly closed, Zeng Xiangrong cursed in his heart, and then pretended not to hear it.
To be continued...