Chapter 251

"Ah Chen."

"What do you think of the loss of a batch of goods this time?"

villa.

Study.

Sandalwood.

Ni Kun, dressed in Tang Dynasty, sat on the master's chair, holding a purple clay pot in his palm.

In the room, a section of Ni Kun's favorite Indian white sandalwood is lit. Just take a small section of sandalwood and put it in the incense burner, and a little smoke rises. It has a deep charm and makes people relaxed and happy.

Han Chen sat opposite, just drinking tea with a cup of tea. When he heard Ni Kun's question, he immediately put down the cup of tea and replied loudly, "Uncle Kun, we have lost a batch of goods. We can buy another batch of goods."

"If the ice in Los Angeles doesn't work, then continue to walk the white powder of the golden triangle."

"Although we lost this batch of goods, it's a little painful, but the Ni family is so big that it can't fall."

"The key is how to stabilize the next batch of goods."

Ni Kun nodded slightly and looked thoughtful: "you're right, continue."

"Good."

"I think the police force is no longer the police force in those days. Its relationship with our society has become the same. If we want to be stable, we must unite, or we will be broken by the police force."

"You know, after the reorganization of the police force last year, we can no longer sit down and drink tea together."

"It was detective Zhuang who led the team to fight us today."

Han Chen said in an orderly way. To sum up, there was only one sentence.

Times have changed.

The community must also unite!

Ni Kun's mind flashed over the Flying Tigers rushing out of the coast, and suddenly remembered the scene of Zhuang Shikai's appointment as senior inspector.

He personally congratulated the four members of the club and the family. But now? Detective Zhuang doesn't see them, Rogo escapes, and the money Empire loses its pillar.

No Hong Kong Police dare to cooperate openly with the community. On the contrary, everyone in the Hong Kong Police Force has to rely on the fight against mass organizations for promotion.

Because the police force has opened up the rising channel of Chinese police officers, the Hong Kong police really don't need to cooperate with associations if they want to gain benefits.

Isn't it good to be a police officer, a promotion and a raise, and a celebrity? At that time, we can make money by all kinds of legitimate means. Collecting black money is no longer the choice of the superstructure of the police force. After the superstructure abandons this option, the horses below naturally have no ability to do it again.

The Chinese community is always from top to bottom. What to do depends on the choice of the upper power. Zhuang Shikai has already made the choice of a smooth era to draw a clear line between the police force and associations.

We don't have no money to make, just another way to make money. Even the treatment of ordinary police officers has been improved. On a comprehensive calculation, it is actually no worse than the era of collecting black money.

As a result, the police force and the mass organizations are at odds with each other. In particular, in the past six months, the police forces of various districts have made moves and clashed with associations, which further confirms this situation.

"Well."

"You have a point."

"To be a man and do things, we should still talk about unity."

"In those days, black and White worked together to make money quickly. Now white doesn't take us to play. We have to play black by ourselves! Unite yourself! "

Ni Kun took the purple clay pot, put the spout into his mouth, drank a mouthful of tea and put down the spout.

"Help me set up a table in Yongji teahouse next Friday. I want to convene the speakers of three families and four associations to hold a meeting together, so that more than 100000 Association members in Hong Kong can unite and let the police force give us a bite to eat!"

"Bang." Ni Kun placed the purple clay pot next to the tea table. In the name of the Ni family, he widely distributed hero posts and wanted to convene Jianghu leaders to hold a hero conference.

"Yes, boss." Han Chen lowered his head and knew that a new Association Alliance would be born under his own suggestion.

This association may have differences and competition, but it has enough strength to divide the day and night on Hong Kong Island into two and occupy the world after 12 p.m.

"Well, ah Quan hung up today."

"You can hold a funeral for him as a younger generation... Let's make things more beautiful. In the future, ah Quan's white line of Thailand will be handed over to you."

"Help me transport a batch of goods back next month. It's done. You're the fifth son of my Ni family!"

There are five five good generals, each of whom is the leader of the Ni family, and each is responsible for a white powder line.

At ordinary times, these five people are responsible for the main transportation of Ni family.

If not, taking the "ice" this time belongs to developing a new line, and Ni Kun won't go out in person.

However, this time, one of the "five good generals" was killed, leaving a line of space.

Han Chen did well again. Both loyalty and brain are commendable.

So Ni kunbian gave Han Chen the opportunity and asked Han Chen to take the goods. It is not only a test for Han Chen, but also an opportunity for Han Chen to rise to the top, and it can also make up for some losses of the Ni family.

This position is similar to the double flower red stick in the club, and is as famous as the East Star five tigers on the road, which is tantamount to letting Han Chen seize the opportunity and soar to the sky.

"Thank you, uncle Kun." Han Chen, a short man, stood up excitedly and finally ushered in his day of prominence.

At this time, a subordinate knocked on the door and said, "Uncle Kun, Binghou and our brothers were all killed by the police."

"Well." Ni Kun nodded without changing his face, while Han Chen immediately felt that the sign he had calculated in the Tiantian temple was correct.

One will become a ten thousand bone bank! A deal is dozens of lives! How many people will die in the future!

However, Han Chen was not afraid. Instead, he raised his head with bright eyes and longed for every challenge in life.

Fuck!

The young man is Wei!

……

the second day.

Flying Tigers station.

Commander's office.

Zhuang Shikai came to the commander-in-chief with a document in front of superintendent John, handed him a report and said, "sir! This is the action report of the Flying Tigers yesterday! "

"I see." John pressed the report with a dull expression.

Yesterday's action, the Chinese gang of the Flying Tigers did win a big victory, but all the ghost gangs of the Flying Tigers rushed to the street.

Now more than a dozen ghost guys are still lying in the hospital, some haven't got out of the heavy ward, and some are in a coma.

Almost certainly.

The flying tigers are all abolished.

How can you make John laugh?

Zhuang Shikai said with a smile, "Sir, I'm in a bad mood?"

"Shall we go to the shooting club in the evening? There is a friendly match in the shooting club today. The first place in points has a bonus of 300000. Maybe it's better to play a few? "

John raised his head and looked at Zhuang Shikai. The dull expression on his face suddenly changed. The corners of his mouth involuntarily drew an arc, showed an obscene smile and said, "Zhuang, why are we holding a friendship game again?"

"What can I do for you recently?" John was in a much better mood and spoke in a softer tone, highlighting his naked philosophy of life.

Zhuang Shikai waved his hand and said, "well, look at what you said, the club often holds friendly matches."

"Maybe their boss was in a good mood this time, so he added one."

"By the way, you can look at this report“