In the smoky police station, Lan Gang, the chief detective of Hong Kong Island, was leaning on a chair, with his feet on the table, a cigarette in his mouth, and he was rubbing the ashes in his armpits happily.
He has dirty information on the director of the tax bureau, Hendry.
The information is very detailed, and some of it is even illustrated with pictures and texts. If the information is revealed, it will ensure that Director Hendry will be ruined and will never recover.
One of his subordinates ran over and said: "Brother Gang, the reporters outside are impatient to wait and ask you if you have any news to break!"
Lan Gang blew out a smoke ring, took out the hand that was rubbing the ashes, smelled it on his nose, and said impatiently: "Let them wait a little longer! As a reporter, you don't even have this patience! You are still acting like a ghost!"
The subordinate's face twitched and he said to himself: "Boss, you called those reporters three hours ago, and they didn't even have dinner!"
At this time, a young man came in with a pretty girl.
The son-in-law opened his suit and pulled it as tight as 2,580,000 yuan. He smelled of alcohol and yelled: "Do you know who I am? My dad is Hong Kong royal magistrate Soong Siu Lun! I just drank too much and got hit by my car.
If you find someone, you will arrest me, believe it or not, I will ask my father to sue you for bankruptcy?"
The plainclothes man who led them in said: "Hey, whoever's your son, don't be so arrogant! The person you hit is still in the hospital. If he dies, you will be in trouble!"
"What's so miserable? Isn't it just about losing money? I have a lot of money! How much does a lowly untouchable like that have to pay? Three thousand? If it's not enough, just ten thousand or thirty thousand!" Mr. Song said in his mouth, and arrogantly took out his wallet and dug it out.
Take out the money and scatter it!
His girlfriend, who had come with him to record a confession, held his arm and persuaded him: "Young Master Song, don't be like this! This is the police station!"
"You mother!" Mr. Song slapped his girlfriend on the face, "Whose side are you on? You are always playing against me! You have been nagging in my ear tonight, believe it or not, I will beat you to death?"
The girlfriend was so frightened that she was beaten, "Young Master Song, I don't want it!"
"No, why don't you hurry up and get me a glass of water?!"
"Okay, Mr. Song!"
Everyone around saw Mr. Song being so arrogant, and no one dared to say a word. After all, barrister Song Zhaolun was not someone to be trifled with. In addition to being a royal magistrate, he was also the president of the Hong Kong Lawyers Association and had great power.
At this moment, another slippery plainclothes man heard that Young Master Song was the son of the Song family, and hurriedly ran over to flatter him, and personally helped Young Master Song pull out the chair and asked him to sit down.
Mr. Song sat down in his seat, took the cigarette handed to him by the plain-clothes escort Xiao, lit it with his match, and cursed dissatisfiedly: "What, now you know who I am? I'm very busy, how dare you put me
Called here, are you out of your mind? I'll knock your lungs out!"
"Young Master Song, it's none of my business! The incident happened suddenly, and we were just following orders! Now, relax, I'll drink tea and chat with you later, and you can go back soon!" The plainclothes man smiled at Song.
The young master said.
At this time, the girlfriend came over with tea. Mr. Song took it and took a sip, then poured it directly on his girlfriend's face. He stood up and slapped the woman on the face again: "Ignore your mother! This water is so hot, you want to be scalded to death."
Me?"
"No, this is warm water..."
"Wen your mother!" Young Master Song stretched out his hand to hit her again, but this time Lan Gang grabbed his wrist.
Lan Gang glanced sideways at this arrogant and domineering young man: "Do you like beating women?"
Mr. Song was angry and breathed out alcohol: "Who are you, dare to interfere with my affairs?"
"I am Lan Gang, the chief inspector here!"
"Detective Hua is so amazing? I'm going to shame your mother!"
"Throw away my mother?" A hint of a smile appeared on Lan Gang's lips. Without any warning, he kicked Mr. Song and fell to the ground. Then he picked up a chair and hit Mr. Song next to his head!
Bang! The chair fell apart!
"You know what I said, Inspector Hua is not great, but very amazing! Believe it or not, I will turn you into a pig's head in minutes?!"
Mr. Song was beaten silly. He had been delicate and noble since he was a child. No one had ever dared to beat him like this. But just now, Lan Gang's feet directly taught him how to behave! And the broken chair next to his head told him that he almost hit him just now.
My life is at stake!
At this moment, Lan Gang's halberd was pointed at his nose, and Mr. Song could completely feel Lan Gang's unmistakable ruthlessness.
Mr. Song was frightened for a moment and did not dare to say a word.
Just when Lan Gang was furious, one of his subordinates ran over and whispered in Lan Gang's ear: "Brother Gang, we just got news that the ghost guy has let him go!"
"Really? A Jian has been released! Pu, your mother, that ghost guy really is going to drink wine as a penalty if you don't want to drink a toast!"
The subordinate said again: "What about the black material? Do you want to expose it to the reporters outside?"
"My head exploded! I don't even have a brain!"
The subordinates scratched their heads and said aggrievedly: "But there are so many media waiting outside, we can't just drive them away without doing anything!"
Lan Gang put his hands on his hips, rolled his eyes, then turned around and pulled Mr. Song up and said, "Young Master Song, right? I suddenly found that I have a good rapport with you! I wonder if you are willing to make friends with me?"
Young Master Song looked confused. He was beaten just now, and now the other party wants to be friends with him. What's the point?
"Now, I can tell by your appearance that you agree! So from now on, I, Lan Gang, and you, Mr. Song, are good friends who are bound by blood! Since we are good friends, when our friends are in trouble, shouldn't you help them?
save?"
Mr. Song nodded subconsciously.
Lan Gang slapped him on the back: "Enough!" Then he turned around and ordered: "Go and tell the reporters outside that Young Master Song has something to say to them! He is deeply sorry for hitting someone while drunk while driving!
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"receive!"
Mr. Song was dumbfounded, what do you mean? Why did something that could have been settled with money suddenly become such a big deal? And who are those reporters?!
A moment——
Seeing Mr. Song crying without tears surrounded by many media reporters, Lan Gang put on his coat with great satisfaction and got into the car. He was going to the tax bureau to meet Shi Zhijian!
Later, the media reporters were also very satisfied. After three hours of waiting, a big fish finally came! The son of Song Zhaolun’s family hit someone with his car while drunk, and even caused a scene in the police station with such arrogance and domineering. Such a big thing will be guaranteed to be on the front page tomorrow.
Headlines!
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Wan Chai District.
On a luxury cruise ship...
The lame man was chewing a cigar, with one hand on his hip and the other on a cane. He looked like the bald Napoleon in the oil painting.
Beside him, standing with their arms folded, were his brothers Dawei and Xiwei.
Not far from Lame Hao's feet, huddled up was a pretty hag and a teenage foreign devil.
The ghost woman is the wife of Hendry, the director of the tax bureau, and the little foreign devil is his only son.
Next to the hag and the little foreign devil were large sacks and a pile of big rocks. Needless to say, I knew what these were used for.
Gu Bing
The lame man puffed out the smoke from his cigar, glanced at the hazy night, shook his legs and couldn't help but sigh: "The night is so beautiful, how can I say that poem-"
During this period, the lame man who was promoted to a justice of the peace often studied poetry and occasionally "recited poems and composed poems" in front of celebrities and gentlemen.
After searching his brain, Lame Hao couldn't hold back a fart, so he could only sigh again: "This night is so...fucking beautiful!"
After saying that, Laihao lowered his head and glanced at the shivering ghost woman, and couldn't help teasing: "How old are you? Where are you from? Although you are a golden cat, you are quite pretty!"
The hag couldn't understand what he was saying, she just kept trembling.
Lame Hao got a little angry and smashed his cane in front of the hag. The hag was so frightened that she shouted: "I don't understand what you are talking about! Let me go!"
Lame Hao couldn't understand English either, so he had to turn his head and look at Dawei.
Dawei knew what he was doing, so he quickly turned his head away.
Xiwei also wanted to turn around, but it was too late, so he had to bite the bullet and make up: "She seems to be saying, Brother Hao, you are so handsome!"
"Really?" Lai Hao was startled for a moment and smiled proudly, "I didn't expect this hag to be quite tasteful! You speak to her in English. If possible, I want to be friends with her! Be gentle.
Don't scare her!"
Xiwei: "Yes, yes!" Then he used his half-baked English to communicate with the ghost woman: "What do you think our boss wants to talk to you about?"
The hag didn't understand and shook her head vigorously.
Xiwei racked his brains to think of how to say "friend" in English, and finally popped up: "Well, our boss wants to work with you to "impress people's morality". Are you willing to work with him to "impress people's morality"?"
The ghost woman shook her head violently again, thinking that these people were insane.
The lame man next to him could see clearly. Although he couldn't understand English, he saw the ghost woman shaking her head. He, who was always arrogant, couldn't help but said angrily: "Why, you look down on me? You don't want to be friends with me? Fake Squid!"
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The ghost woman understood the last word and was so frightened that her branches trembled!
Just at this time, his subordinates came over and reported: "Brother Hao, the tax bureau has released him!"
When the lame man heard this, he immediately slapped his legs and laughed: "I knew that these ghosts are all pustules! Once you scare them, they will all be weak!"
After saying that, he pointed at the ghost woman with a cigar and said proudly: "You are lucky! Your ghost husband has been released! Now, I am also a person of trust!" After saying that, he clapped his hands!
Immediately Dawei brought a bag, and Lame Hao took it and threw it to the ghost woman without even looking at it: "This will relieve your shock!"
The ghost woman was so shocked that she took a look at the contents of the bag and found that they were all banknotes.
Seeing the ghost woman's mouth wide open in surprise, Laihao chewed his cigar again, laughed arrogantly, and then turned to Dawei and said: "Go, dock the boat! I want to go to the tax bureau in person to pick up my good brother Shi Zhijian! Pu, your mother-in-law
, I do so many things so late, A Jian will definitely be very touched by then! Hahaha!"
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The entrance to the tax bureau.
When Lan Gang and Lai Hao drove to the gate of the tax bureau, they did not see Shi Zhijian. Instead, they met Xu Shixun, the third young master of the Xu family.
Lan Gang and Lai Hao looked at each other. They knew each other before and nodded as a greeting.
Lame Hao bit his cigar and leaned on crutches as he stepped forward and asked Xu Sanshao: "Where's A Jian? Did we arrive late and missed him, or did he not come out?"
Xu Sanshao rolled his eyes at Lai Hao.
To be honest, Xu Sanshao doesn't like Lame Hao very much. The reason is that no matter how dandy he is, he comes from a famous family in Hong Kong, and the reserve and arrogance of a child of aristocratic families are engraved in his bones.
On the contrary, Lai Hao came from a humble background and worked in a sideline business. He opened a flower stall and a pink stall and did many prominent things.
According to Xu Sanshao's temperament of hating evil, for the sake of his good brother Shi Zhijian, it is good enough that he is willing to deal with Lai Hao, but how can he be proactive and enthusiastic towards him?
When the lame man saw Mr. Xu ignoring him, he snorted in displeasure, "What's the big deal? I'm a justice of the peace now. If you ignore me, I won't ignore you!"
Lan Gang stepped forward and took out a cigarette and handed it to Xu Sanshao, smiling and saying: "Third Master, you're here early!"
Compared with the wild path taken by Lai Hao, Lan Gang is the Royal Hong Kong Police in name after all, so Mr. Xu took the cigarette and bit it in his mouth.
Lan Gang took out his lighter, put his hands together and helped Xu Sanshao light the fire in the night wind.
Xu Sanshao took a sip, spit it out slowly, and then said: "He hasn't come out yet! I heard that Gui Lao has released him, but I don't know what A Jian is still doing inside!"
Lan Gang smiled and said: "It's always hard to guess what A Jian does, maybe even when visiting and being a guest!"
After a pause, he added: "After all, this is a good opportunity to build a good relationship with the tax bureau!"
Xu Sanshao nodded, "You're right! A Jian is a very cunning person, and he won't suffer a loss in anything he does! Being invited here to drink coffee so late, if he doesn't get enough benefits, he will definitely not come out easily.
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Next to him, Lame Hao held a cigar and spat on the ground: "He is building relationships and friendship with others inside, but he makes us wait outside. It makes no sense!"
Xu Sanshao couldn't bear it anymore and said to Lai Hao: "If you don't want to wait, you go first! No one will stop you!"
Lame Hao was choked, his face turned red and his neck was thick from holding it in. He used crutches and punched the ground vigorously, and then he said: "We are good brothers! How can I leave if I don't see him come out safely? Pu, your mother,
I, Ahao, am very loyal!"
While he was talking, he saw a commotion at the door of the tax bureau.
"Come out!" Laihao said.
Everyone looked toward the door and saw that the man among them was Shi Zhijian, dressed in white, coming out surrounded by people.
Chen Huimin and Dasha were well protected on both sides of him, and the tax bureau officials were flattering Shi Zhijian——
"Mr. Shi, I hope you don't mind this misunderstanding. We will definitely give you an explanation!"
"Mr. Shi, thank you for your support of our tax work!"
"Mr. Shi, have some tea when you have time!"
Among these people, in addition to Director Sun, Director Zhou, and Section Chief Zheng, there are also other senior officials from the tax bureau, and even some ghost guys!
Ghost guys are also human beings, and they also understand the ways of the world. Especially after their great, arrogant and domineering Director Hendry was defeated by Shi Zhijian and was defeated, these ghost guys all knew how powerful Shi Zhijian was!
Shi Zhijian chatted with these senior tax bureau officials for a few more words before waving goodbye to them.
Not far away, Mr. Xu greeted him. Shi Zhijian had also seen him and couldn't help but smile and wave in response.
Lan Gang chewed his cigarette and watched the excitement.
Lame Hao, however, was jumping up and down on crutches: "Ajian, here! Here!" He was afraid that Shi Zhijian wouldn't see him and would miss him.
