In Zhao Jiangchuan's "helpless and regretful" teaching, Zhang Jiarong had already blushed.

Angry, angry, and even more hateful.

More than that, it was a feeling he couldn't even describe himself.

It's complicated and confusing.

It was so complicated and chaotic that Zhang Jiarong didn't even know how to refute it.

As Zhao Jiangchuan said.

In Zhang Jiarong's eyes, the mainland represents poverty and inferiority.

He is the Royal Hong Kong Police.

He earns a high salary of more than 20,000 yuan every month.

His monthly salary is put on the mainland, and those mainlanders can't earn it in a lifetime.

Those northerners don't care about low wages, they just work for money.

Those Beigu, all came to Hong Kong to sell.

The value of those mainlanders in a lifetime is not as good as his one month, why should he be of the same origin with such people.

As a noble royal policeman, Zhang Jiarong was ashamed to be in the company of such people.

But now, Zhao Jiangchuan speaks an out-and-out mainland dialect.

Every word of the mainland dialect is poking the pride and dignity in Zhang Jiarong's heart.

Zhang Jiarong clenched his fists involuntarily.

He growled inwardly.

Why are mainlanders so rich now, this must be fake.

But the facts are in front of you.

Zhang Jiarong wanted to escape, but he couldn't hear Zhao Jiangchuan's words.

"But what you said really makes sense, so I can only say, sorry, you can really do whatever you want with money."

"Forget, I don't think you will understand this feeling in your life, you are the Royal Hong Kong Police..."

Every word of Zhao Jiangchuan is destroying Zhang Jiarong's pride.

From the day he was hired, he was proud to be a Royal Constable.

But now, his dignity, his pride, under the words of inland dialect, was trampled to pieces.

Royal... family... police... police.

Zhao Jiangchuan bit these four words very hard.

It was so heavy that in Zhang Jiarong's ears, it was like hearing Zhao Jiangchuan scolding him as a lackey of the British, a second-class human.

Zhang Jiarong's teeth rattled.

He just wants to eat and strip this hateful mainlander alive.

Unfortunately, Zhang Jiarong did not have that chance.

Kowloon branch door.

Yan Liguo's face was ashen.

He is the police chief of the Kowloon branch, but no one listens to his orders.

In front of George King, Yan Liguo felt that the uniformed police officers were deliberately slapping him in the face.

Even this trivial matter can't be handled well. With the character of a capitalist like George King, how can he take him seriously.

If he is of no use at all, how will George King help him find a job in the country in the future.

Yan Liguo widened his eyes angrily.

Angrily, he pointed at Zhang Jiarong and the dozen or so uniformed policemen behind him and cursed.

"Zhang Jiarong, you've been suspended now, and you guys, don't you want to do it either, and don't let me go away."

In Hong Kong, the police are a well-paid job.

The salary of up to 20,000 plus is much higher than ordinary positions.

Nobody wants to lose this job.

Therefore, under Yan Liguo's roar, the uniformed police officers behind Zhang Jiarong hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to step aside.

Zhang Jiarong was desperate.

He thought he could get justice for his brother by relying on the number of people.

But now, he is completely beaten by reality.

Not only did he fail to help Ah Cai seek justice, he even lost his job.

He is not satisfied.

Is there no king law in this world?

Zhang Jiarong refused to give way.

He yelled at Yan Liguo.

"Director, he beat Ah Cai into a maim, doesn't it mean that there is no law in Hong Kong?

If you don't care, I'll go to the Chief Superintendent, if the Chief Superintendent doesn't care, I'll go to the Governor's Palace, I don't believe it..."

"Shut up for me, what kind of thing are you? This is the place of our British Empire. Do you have the right to speak?"

Yan Liguo was also angry.

He will leave Hong Kong in another year, and he is so angry that he can't choose words and directly scolded all the words in his heart.

This scolding made Zhang Jiarong stunned.

He seemed to finally realize something.

Yan Liguo's sarcastic eyes, contemptuous tone and dismissive demeanor.

Isn't it the same as when he saw those mainlanders before.

Is this the position of their Hong Kong people in the eyes of the British?

Zhang Jiarong was a little confused.

If that's the case, even if he goes to the Chief Superintendent, what can he do to the Governor.

Apart from being humiliated again, there is simply no possible outcome.

Those people are all British.

At this moment, the pride in Zhang Jiarong's heart was completely destroyed.

It turned out that his self-righteous identity was not even a fart in the eyes of the British.

Not silence in silence, burst in silence.

The job is gone, and the pride of Hong Kong people is gone.

Zhang Jiarong's face was distorted and almost deformed under the blow of reality.

He glared at Zhao Jiangchuan with red eyes.

"Wait, I won't let you go."

After speaking, Zhang Jiarong turned his head and left.

He knew that if he stayed any longer, his last dignity would be trampled on.

Zhang Jiarong left angrily.

So he didn't notice that Zhao Jiangchuan's eyes suddenly narrowed together.

He made a killing attempt.

But then, Zhao Jiangchuan smiled again.

Just a little guy.

If Zhang Jiarong really wants to die, then he doesn't mind giving him a ride.

A farce is over.

After Zhang Jiarong left with a harsh word, the uniformed policemen followed one by one.

"George, then I'll go first, and we'll talk when we have a chance."

"Okay, Zhao, do you need me to arrange a car from you?"

"No need then, bye."

"goodbye."

Zhao Jiangchuan left.

The people at the entrance of the Kowloon branch gradually dispersed.

Only Yan Liguo and George King remained standing.

Yan Liguo opened his mouth several times to ask something, but in the end he didn't ask anything.

Don't look at Yan Liguo is the police commissioner of the Kowloon branch of Hong Kong.

But he knew that compared to George King's identity, he wasn't even a fart.

After another year, he was out of a job.

At that time, he had to rely on these capitalists to get a good job in his hometown.

George King seemed to see Yan Liguo's doubts.

he smiled.

"Anning, are you curious why I want to help this Chinese?"

Not waiting for Yan Liguo to answer~lightnovelpub.net~George King continued.

"Do you know what God's name is?"

God?

Who doesn't know it's the LORD.

But Yan Liguo didn't answer, he knew that George King was definitely not asking him about God's name.

George King smiled.

Blonde hair, straight facial features, matching his elegant temperament.

It's like an angel walking in the world.

The angel is very gentlemanly.

After realizing that Yan Liguo couldn't answer, George King gave him an answer.

"I think God's name should be called money, what do you say anning!"

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