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A week later.

Wanchai, police station.

Police canteen.

Song Zijie sat down with the dinner plate, sighed, picked up the chopsticks, and ate lunch.

His food was tasteless and tasteless, and his face was filled with depression.

Li Ying sat across from him, handed a bottle of soda over and said, "Don't worry about it."

"Ajie."

Ajie took the soda, grunted, picked up the bottle, and drank it.

The news of the reorganization of the Long Shipyard and the replacement of its signs and bosses has been broadcast on the news.

Wan Chai Police Station, inspector level, above mid-level.

Even some bigwigs in the police force.

In fact, they all know that Song Zijie’s father-in-law’s house opened the shipyard, and even the black background of his father-in-law.

However, since it has turned to the right business and is useful to the economy of Hong Kong Island, there is nothing to be held accountable.

Now everyone knows that Ajie’s family is in trouble.

The "Guys" of the Wan Chai Police Station naturally did not fall into trouble, and ridiculed the good brother "Ajie". On the contrary, everyone was very concerned about Ajie's mood, state, and fear of what would happen to Ajie... and the bad state would affect his official duties. Whatever went wrong, it didn't look very good.

Therefore, Li Ying and Huang Qifa have been keeping a close eye on Ajie recently, lest Ajie do anything wrong and affect his future.

"Do not worry."

"I won't do anything wrong." Song Zijie smiled, handsome and delicate, responding to his brother's care.

Huang Qifa was wearing a uniform, grabbing a chicken leg in his hand, biting it off, and preaching with a mouth full of fat: "Since you said that your Laodou Shipyard was hacked by your men, then ask the guys from the Commercial Crime Investigation Bureau for help?"

"We are the police. We are looking for a little trouble, and we can find out as much as possible."

"Not to mention bringing back all the shipyards, at least to force the other party to the negotiation table, and to fight for some benefits!"

"After all, that is a big factory with tens of millions of dollars..."

Huang Qiqihar's big greasy lips bumped up and down, winking his eyebrows and uttering a very real opinion.

Although Li Ying is an upright and resolute police officer, it is not wrong for the brothers to use some means when they encounter problems.

At this moment he sat next to him without speaking.

Song Zijie sipped soup and said, "I have thought about this method and asked Director Huang Weiyao in advance. As you know, I am a senior inspector who has a bit of face in the Wan Chai Police Station. You want me to go to the Commercial Crime Investigation Bureau across the department. People...who are you looking for? The few sirs don’t even know me, so I can only ask the boss to help me ventilate."

"But Sir Huang said that my Lao Dou had a dark history before. He didn't dare to help communicate with the Commercial Crime Bureau. He asked me to ask Sir Zhuang personally, and he would speak for me by the side."

Huang Weiyao is not shirking responsibilities, but he has become more cautious when he is in a higher position.

After all, he carries the mission of "the gun of kindness" on his body, so he dare not shame his senior uncle Biao!

Li Ying preached next to him: "At the end of the month, Mr. Sir will ask everyone to open the stove."

"You can speak at that time."

After one or two months, Sir Zhuang will gather everyone together and give the backbone a chance to meet.

Although all the bigwigs of the Zhuang family will be there at that time, they are only supporting roles, but they still have the opportunity to say something and ask things, so Huang Weiyao will let Song Zijie ask Zhuang sir in person. Therefore, this question is not a refusal, but is based on a real opportunity.

In addition, it takes one or two months for equity disputes, commercial investigations, and court procedures. Wait until the end of the month to find an appropriate opportunity to tell the boss that it is not too late.

Song Zijie nodded: "Yeah."

He did not hypocritically push back, and frankly preached: "In fact, the shipyard is gone, and my father-in-law’s family also has some savings and property. I also have police allowances and benefits, which are basically sufficient. I think it’s not the shipyard that fell the stove... "

"what is that?"

Huang Qifa asked a little depressed.

"It's the group of brothers under my old bean... His group of brothers used to take the lead, and now there is another gangster taking the lead, plus last year's business was not good..."

Song Zijie didn't finish speaking.

Huang Qifa nodded and said, "I understand."

"Are you worried that your old beanie will be in trouble, something will happen, and that group of brothers will be harmed!"

"It seems that you really treat him as an old bean."

Song Zijie smiled: "My parents passed away early, and Xiaohui's family treated me very well. Of course I would treat my fourth uncle as a relative old bean."

His smile and kindness, Huang Qifa and Li Ying's eyes all showed approval.

"Okay, okay, I didn't care about me. After the meal, I have to go to the venue of the tour and the United Victory to flash people." Song Zijie hurriedly took a few more mouthfuls of food, ate and drank enough, collected the bowls and chopsticks, and carried them. The plate leaves the cafeteria.

Li Ying and Huang Qifa almost finished eating, and returned the dinner plate to the auntie in the canteen, and went to the garden together to light a cigarette and sip, swallowing clouds and mist, looking like a living god.

A week later, Song Zijie returned home, took off his leather shoes, and put a stack of US dollars on the bar counter of the wine cabinet when he walked into the living room.

The family lives in a single-family villa, and the decoration is still very luxurious.

Long Xiaohui was walking out of the kitchen with a pot of soup, smiling on his face and asked: "Ajie, how come you go home with a stack of dollars?"

"Aren't you collecting black money?" Long Xiaohui put down the casserole and looked at the stack of dollars at the counter.

Song Zijie took off the scarf on his neck, shook his head and said, "What kind of black money is collected, it's fake!"

"Huh?" Long Xiaohui looked puzzled and started to serve her husband with soup.

Long Si moved his ears slightly, sitting on the sofa with solemn eyes, got up and walked towards the dining room.

Song Zijie pulled a chair and sat at the dining table, holding up the soup bowl and preaching: "Recently there have been counterfeit banknotes in the market."

"It's weird."

"I suspect that there is a counterfeit banknote factory that has reverted to its old business, and it has to react to the chief officer and pull out the master behind the scenes."

Long Si smoothly took out a "counterfeit bill" from the bar, folded his pocket, walked into the restaurant, pulled out the chair and sat down.

He didn't ask Ajie about the case...because neither Ajie nor Xiaohui knew that Long Si's "business" was selling counterfeit US dollars.

"Daddy, try my soup." Long Xiaohui filled a bowl of soup and handed it to Long Si.

"Thank you, my dear girl." Long Si smiled while catching the soup bowl.

Kowloon.

Wang Ji.

Zhuang Shikai was wearing a casual jacket and sitting at a round table. On the round table was a copper pot, surrounded by piles of small dishes for cooking.

This is a very real Hong Kong-style hot pot restaurant in Mong Kok. It is very suitable for dinner parties. There are only four or five tables in the small shop. At the moment, dozens of police officers and senior officers in casual clothes are sitting.

"Everyone is hungry, eat first, eat full and then talk." Zhuang Shikai filled himself with a bottle of wine. What he poured was a small plastic cup. It was not at all compelling, but it was full of the smell of fireworks in the market.

Just kidding, tonight is not a celebration of a major event, so naturally there is no need to pay attention to any ostentation.

And feel free to find brothers to gather together, the most suitable place is the old street shop, how can there be a reason to go to a five-star hotel every day?

In a five-star hotel, the brothers thought they were "guests"! How can there be an atmosphere of "one's own"?

"Eat, eat, don't be idle!" Zhou Huabiao and others all picked up the chopsticks, picked up the fat beef and lettuce and put them in the copper pot.

At a table underneath, Huang Qifa used chopsticks to pick up the mutton, and Li Ying, who turned his head to the side, asked, "Little Eagle Eagle, have you seen Ajie?"

Li Ying rolled his eyes: "I didn't see it!"

At the end, he added another sentence: "It seems that I went home to change clothes."

"Didi." There was a patter of moderate and light rain outside the window, and the raindrops hit the gate, and the little worker stepped forward and tightened the glass door.

Huang Qifa nodded and said: "Oh..."

"Why haven't you come yet?"

Huang Qifa felt a little sad.

Under normal circumstances, unless the report is made in advance, there is something at home, or the task is to be performed, no one dares to temporarily release the pigeons at the party called by the master.

Not attending a party is a small matter, and disrespecting the Zhuangye is a big deal!

What's more, this is still an opportunity for Ajie?

Huang Weiyao interrupted beside him: "I'll wait to go to the bathroom and call him."

It seems that the direct officer is still very concerned about his subordinates.

Both Li Ying and Huang Qifa nodded, regardless of whether it was Sir Zhuang, Uncle Biao, Zhou Xingxing, Chen Jiaju, etc.... Actually, they didn’t notice that a stinky boy was missing, or that no one cared about missing him. At most, wait. Those who are late are punished with a glass of wine and put pigeons? Then we have to wait for the autumn queen to settle the account.

Anyway, no one is going to take a stab at a brat.

"The beef tonight is good." Sir Zhuang had already drunk a few glasses and praised Uncle Biao. Uncle Biao also nodded: "It's really fresh, it seems to be Japanese Wagyu beef, and Sir Zeng sent it here specially."

"Hehe." Zeng Xiangrong showed a subtle smile beside him.

The hot pot restaurant looks ordinary, but the chiefs have dinner together with extraordinary ingredients.

"Puff!" At this time, a figure knocked down on the glass door, and a few lines of dazzling blood flowed down the rain. The scene was suddenly quiet, and a famous gangster looked sideways, murderous!

Who TM dare to bad Zhuangye mood?

Chen Jiaju, Yuan Haoyun and others have put their hands on their waist guns...

"Ajie!!!"

"Isn't this Song Zijie?"

Then one of the police officers released their weapons again, with a surprised expression, revealing surprise.

Why did Song Zijie come to the side furnace so badly and badly?

What is this TM!

Some people are surprised, a little surprised, and some are angry and feel wrong~lightnovelpub.net~ squeak. "Song Zijie opened the glass door in a black raincoat, took off the rubber cap on his head, revealing his torn forehead.

"Sorry, I'm late." Song Zijie bowed his head to apologize with a wound in the corner of his eye.

The atmosphere of the hot pot restaurant has completely changed. Zhuang Shikai was holding a plastic wine glass in his hand, with a playful grin at the corner of his mouth, and smiled as he watched him: "Don't sit there anymore! You are late for the audience. Stand here for three drinks!"

Song Zijie paused, turned around and walked to the main table under everyone's attention, bowed his head and apologized: "Sorry, sir!"

Then he picked up an empty glass, filled it with beer, and drank three glasses in a row.

"Not enough, you will be fined a bottle." Zhuang Shikai saw that he was not "wake up" and continued, deciding to let him wake up.