Chapter 623

"Alas."

A week later.

Wan Chai, police station.

Police canteen.

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

His food was tasteless and tasteless, and his face looked depressed.

Li Ying sat opposite him, handed a bottle of soda and said, "don't worry."

"Ah Jie."

Ah Jie took the soda, Gulu, picked up the bottle and drank it.

The news of the reorganization of Long's Shipyard and the replacement of signboards and bosses has been broadcast on the news.

Wan Chai police station, inspector level, above middle level.

Even some big men in the police force.

In fact, we all know that song Zijie's father-in-law opened a shipyard, and even know the black background of his father-in-law.

However, since it has turned into a positive line and is useful to the economy of Hong Kong Island, there is nothing to pursue.

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

Naturally, the "guys" of Wanchai police station did not fall into the trap and sneered at his good brother "ah Jie". On the contrary, everyone was very concerned about ah Jie's mood and state, and was afraid of what happened to ah Jie... Moreover, the bad state affected his official business, and it didn't look very good if anything went wrong.

Therefore, Li Ying and Huang Qifa have been keeping a close eye on ah Jie recently, so as not to affect his future by doing anything wrong.

"Don't worry."

"I won't do anything wrong." Song Zijie showed a smile, handsome and delicate, responding to the care of his good brother.

Wearing a uniform, Huang Qifa grabbed a chicken leg in his hand, bit it off, and said with a mouth full of fat: "since you said that your Laodou shipyard was hacked by your men, ask the guys of the commercial crime investigation department for help?"

"We are the police. We can find out how much trouble we want to find."

"If you don't take all the shipyards back, at least force the other party to the negotiation table and strive for some interests!"

"After all, it's a big factory with tens of millions of dollars..."

Huang Qifa's greasy big lips collided up and down, winking and saying a very real opinion.

Although Li Ying is an honest and resolute police officer, it's not wrong to use some means when my brother meets something.

At this time, he sat beside and didn't speak.

Song Zijie drank the soup and said, "I thought about this method. I asked director Huang Weiyao in advance. As you know, a senior inspector of mine still has some face in the Wanchai police station. You want me to go across the Department to find the people of the Commercial Crime Investigation Bureau... Who are you looking for? Several asirs don't know me at all, so I can only ask the boss for help. "

"But Sir Huang said that my old bean had a black history before. He didn't dare to help communicate with the commercial crime department. He asked me to ask Sir Zhuang himself. He would help me talk next to him."

Huang Weiyao didn't shirk his responsibility, but he became more cautious after his position became higher.

After all, he carries the mission of "good gun" and dare not embarrass his elder uncle Biao!

Li Ying said, "at the end of the month, Zhuang Sir will ask everyone to make a side stove."

"You can say it then."

Every other month or two, Zhuang Sir would get everyone together and give the backbone a chance to meet.

Although all the leaders of Zhuang Department will be there at that time. They are only supporting actors, there are still opportunities to say a word and ask something. Therefore, Huang Weiyao asked song Zijie to ask Zhuang Sir in person. Therefore, this question is not a excuse, but based on the real opportunity.

In addition, when it comes to equity disputes, business investigations and court procedures, it takes a month or two. It's not too late to find an appropriate opportunity to tell the boss at the end of the month.

Song Zijie nodded, "yes."

Without hypocrisy, he said frankly: "in fact, the shipyard is gone. My father-in-law's family also has some savings and property. I have police allowances and benefits, which are basically enough. I don't think the shipyard is the one who turned down the stove..."

"What's that?"

Huang Qifa asked a little depressed.

"It's the brothers under my old bean... His brothers used to be fishy, but now there's another villain taking the lead, and last year's business was bad..."

Song Zijie didn't finish.

Huang Qifa nodded and said, "I see."

"You're worried that your old bean will carry the pot, have an accident and hurt those brothers!"

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

Song Zijie smiled: "my parents died early. Xiaohui's family are very kind to me. Of course, I want to treat my fourth uncle as an old bean."

His smile was kind and pure, Huang Qifa and Li Ying's eyes showed approval.

"Well, well, you don't care about me. After dinner, you have to go to the field of patrol and Liansheng. Get out of here." Song Zijie hurriedly picked up a few more meals, ate and drank enough, collected all the dishes and chopsticks, and left the canteen with a plate.

Li Ying and Huang Qifa almost finished eating, returned the plate to the canteen aunt, and together they went to the garden to light a cigarette to sip and puff, looking like a living immortal.

A week later, song Zijie came home, took off his leather shoes and put a pile of dollars on the bar of the wine cabinet when he entered the living room.

The family lives in a single family villa with luxurious decoration.

Long Xiaohui was walking out of the kitchen with a pot of soup and asked with a smile, "ah Jie, how can I bring a stack of dollars home?"

"Don't you accept black money?" Long Xiaohui put down the casserole and looked at a pile of dollars by the counter.

Song Zijie took off the scarf around his neck, shook his head and said, "take some black money, fake!"

"Well?" Long Xiaohui looked puzzled and began to serve soup for her husband.

Long Si's ears moved slightly, sat on the sofa, his eyes were dignified, and got up and went to the restaurant.

Song Jie opened his chair at the market table and said, "recently, Tang Jie appeared again."

"It's strange."

"I suspect that some counterfeit banknote factories are back in business. I have to report to the chief and find out the behind the scenes."

Long Si conveniently took out a "counterfeit note" from the bar, folded it into his pocket, went into the restaurant, opened his chair and sat down.

He didn't ask ah Jie about the case... Because neither ah Jie 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 daughter." Long Si caught the soup bowl and said with a smile.

Kowloon.

Wangji.

Zhuang Shikai, dressed in a casual jacket, sat next to a round table with a copper pot and piles of small dishes for rinsing.

This is a very real Hong Kong style hot pot shop in Mong Kok. It is very suitable for guys to have dinner. There are only four or five tables in the small store. At the moment, dozens of backbone police officers in civilian clothes and senior police officers in Hong Kong are sitting.

"Everyone is hungry. Eat first and talk when you are full." Zhuang Shikai filled himself with a bottle of wine. What he poured was a small plastic cup. It didn't have any force, but it was full of the smell of fireworks in the market.

I'm kidding. It's not a big celebration tonight. Naturally, there's no need to pay attention to ostentation.

And you can get together with your brothers at will. The most suitable place is the old shop on the street. How can you go to a five-star hotel every day?

In the five-star hotel, the brothers thought they were "guests"! Where is the "own" atmosphere?

"Eat, don't be idle!" Zhou Huabiao and others picked up chopsticks, picked up fat cattle and lettuce and put them into a copper pot.

At the bottom table, Huang Qifa picked up the mutton with chopsticks and asked Li Ying, "little eagle, have you seen ah Jie?"

Li Ying rolled up a white eye: "I don't see!"

At the end, he added: "it seems that he has gone home to change his clothes."

"Didi da." There was a light rain outside the window. The raindrops hit the gate. The worker came forward and tightened the glass door.

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

"Why haven't you come yet?"

Huang Qifa was a little upset.

Generally, no one dares to stand up for the party called by Master Zhuang unless he has made a report in advance, has something to do at home, or goes to perform a task.

It's a small thing not to attend the party, and it's a big thing not to respect Master Zhuang!

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

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

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

Li Ying and Huang Qifa all nodded, and no matter Zhuang sir, uncle Biao, Zhou Xingxing, Chen Jiaju and others... In fact, they didn't find that there was a smelly boy missing, or no one cared about missing him. At most, they would give a glass of wine to those who were late and stand up? Then we'll have to settle accounts after autumn.

Anyway, no one will be bad interested in a smelly boy.

"The beef is good tonight." At this time, Zhuang Sir had drunk several cups and praised uncle Biao. Uncle Biao also nodded: "it's really fresh. It seems that it's from Japan and cattle. Zeng Sir specially asked someone to send it."

"Hey, hey." Zeng Xiangrong showed an implicit smile.

The hot pot restaurant looks ordinary, but the officers have dinner with extraordinary materials.

"Bang!" At this time, a figure knocked down on the glass door, and several lines of dazzling blood flowed down the rain. The scene was suddenly quiet. A big man looked sideways and was murderous!

Who dares to be in a bad mood?

Chen Jiaju, yuan Haoyun and others have put their hands on the gun at their waist

"Ajie!!!"

"Isn't this song Zijie?"

Then a police officer released his weapon again, with a surprised expression and an accident.

Why did song Zijie come to the furnace with his head broken and bleeding?

What's going on!

Some people are stunned, some are surprised, and some are angry and feel wrong.

"Squeak." Wearing a black raincoat, song Zijie opened the glass door, took off the rubber cap on his head and exposed his broken forehead.

"Sorry, I'm late." Song Zijie was injured in the corner of his eye, bowed his head and apologized. While taking off his raincoat, he walked to his usual empty seat.

The atmosphere of the hot pot shop has completely changed. Zhuang Shikai, with a plastic wine cup in his hand and a funny smile on his mouth, looked at him and said with a smile: "don't sit there! If you are late, stand here and have three drinks! "

Song Zijie stepped down, turned to the main table and bowed his head to apologize: "sorry, sir!"

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

"If it's not enough, you'll be fined a bottle." Zhuang Shikai saw that he didn't "wake up", continued, and decided to let him wake up his mind.