A group of media reporters frantically took photos of the smuggling fishing boat.
"Officer Ding, can you be more intimidating? We'll give you a close-up!"
"Yes, you are really sharp to crack such a big abalone smuggling case single-handedly!"
A reporter gave Ding Yongqiang a thumbs up.
Ding Yongqiang stood humbly on the fishing boat, with his hands on his hips looking for a sense of authority. In the end, he felt that the posture of drawing a gun was the most imposing, so he pulled out the gun, raised it high above his head, with one hand on his waist, glaring angrily, like a red
The fighting hero in drama.
There was a crackle, and another burst of spotlights flashed.
Heipi and others looked at this scene stupidly.
When they called the military and police for support, Shaqiang had already captured the gangsters and captured the entire ship by himself.
Incredible!
The opponent has a machine gun!
But the facts are before us.
The stupid and strong man became a hero.
Abalone Inspector Chen Xijiu was serving a few abalones at home when he suddenly heard the news that Shaqiang had made a big dragon and phoenix show here. He hurriedly ran over without even having time to fasten his belt.
After clarifying the facts, his first thought was, in what era is this, why is abalone still being smuggled?
…
"Fishermen are oppressed by gangsters, and even abalone is smuggled. Is the so-called Hong Kong fragrant or smelly?"
"Forced buying and selling! Bullying and domination of the market! We also want to smuggle abalone, Hong Kong ranks first in the world!"
The next day, such large and condemning articles appeared in newspapers and magazines across Hong Kong.
The article points directly at the oppression of fishermen and the evil forces that bully and dominate the seafood market.
According to the commentary article on the front page of Ming Pao, "A glimpse of abalone can be seen through the tube! A ship of smuggled abalone exposed the ubiquitous bullying in Hong Kong today! The seafood trade has become a way for them to make money under the control of the evil forces.
means!"
Central Police Station.
Snap!
Chief Superintendent James slapped the newspaper in his hand on the table in the conference room, and then started chirping.
Sitting below were a group of ghost police officers, as well as Chen Zhichao, Lei Luo, Yan Xiong and other Chinese police officers and detectives.
The translator sitting next to him also slapped the table vigorously: "Officer James is very angry! He is very angry! How can such a thing happen in Hong Kong? Under the exploitation of the evil forces, even abalone has to be smuggled? This makes Hong Kong
It’s become the biggest joke!”
Then, James cursed again.
Translator: "You guys who eat the royal food are all pig heads and fools! If you can't solve this problem as soon as possible, not only you, but also me will be finished!"
Chen Zhichao, Lei Luo and others, you look at me, I look at you.
James jabbered at Chen Zhichao and Lei Luo for a while.
Translator: "This matter was caused by your Chinese community. You two are the big guys among the Chinese! Don't be humble. I know that you are more powerful than me, the chief superintendent! So I leave this matter to you."
!Get it done in one day!”
After saying that, Superintendent James stood up and cursed in broken Cantonese: "I'll knock your lungs out!"
Then he turned around and left.
The translator also stood up and left: "Now, I don't need to translate this sentence!"
After all the ghost police officers left, Chen Zhichao took out a cigarette and handed it to Lei Luo: "What do you think?"
Lei Luo curled his lips, "The matter was so big that it was said to be on the front page of the British Times. I'm afraid even the Queen is thinking about whether the abalone on the table is smuggled or bought and sold by a society.
of!"
Chen Zhichao smiled bitterly: "Abalone smuggling? Why do I always find it so funny?"
Yan Xiong raised his hand and said, "Boss, I don't think this is funny."
"Why?"
Chen Zhichao and Lei Luo looked at Yan Xiong.
Yan Xiong was very satisfied with the feeling of being noticed by the two big bosses. The feeling of being the chief detective and carrying the leadership was back.
"I heard that a foreigner was buying abalone at a high price recently, but abalone and seafood products are monopolized by the four major associations. Those who want to make a fortune have to take risks and smuggle abalone to buyers!"
"Uh, is this really happening?"
"Yes! The foreigner's name is Amir!"
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"Protest! I protest seriously!" As a great businessman from India, I can't even buy abalone in Hong Kong! Are you still a free port here, or a happy place?"
In the Fisheries Department of Hong Kong, Amir changed his previous attire of a Sikh hat. Not to mention suits and leather shoes, he also wore a very gentlemanly British top hat, a very naughty little bow tie around his neck, and held a thick and long hand in his left hand.
A civilized stick, he is very arrogant, and with his status as an Indian Asan, he is actually very aura.
Many Indians have always been proud of the fact that India was once a colony of the British Empire.
The British who had ruled them were also very satisfied with such slaves, so they gave the Indian third brother very high-level treatment in England and even in Hong Kong.
Compared to locals in Hong Kong, Amir, who was dressed as a big businessman at this time, burst out with anger and aura that made the senior official of the Fisheries Department couldn't help but wipe the sweat off his head.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Amir! We at the top of the mountain take your problem very seriously!"
"Attention? Attention to your mother! I'm sorry, please forgive me for being so rude! I'm so angry. I came to Hong Kong for business. I like abalone and seafood here, but the seafood market here has been abused by some disgusting people.
People have a monopoly!”
"Oh God, it's unimaginable. This is the legendary city of gourmet food and the city of freedom, Hong Kong!"
After Amir finished speaking, he raised his civilized stick and pointed it at the senior official's nose, "In three days, you must solve this problem, or I will pass it to the UK! You don't know how much energy I have, not only do I know
The officials here even recognize Her Majesty the Queen’s butler! You know, we Indians help people look after doors and are very good at being housekeepers!”
"Yes, yes! I will definitely solve it! Uh, you want to leave? Please walk slowly!"
Looking at Amir who turned to leave, the senior official of the Fisheries Department once again wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and cursed those shameless associations in his heart. Damn it, you have created a monopoly that almost even got me implicated!
…
Amir left the Fisheries Department in a grand manner. Along the way, countless people nodded and bowed to him when they saw him.
Amir's vanity was fully satisfied.
At this moment, he felt as if he had really become a famous Indian businessman, instead of the little Indian Amir who was looking after the door.
We came to a secluded place, where we heard a black Volkswagen car.
When Amir saw that there was no one around, he hurriedly ran over and knocked on the car window.
The car window opened, Shi Zhijian held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at him with squinted eyes, "How did things go?"