Hong Kong Island Old Events

"come in."

Yan Xiong and Chen Zichao got the boss's consent, carried the cash box into the office, and placed the two cash boxes on the table.

Given He Dingxian's status in the police force, even if he was transferred to the major crimes unit, he would not be able to collect money like Detective Hua.

How much is the monthly fee for a senior inspector? As a subordinate, Gao Yongsheng could only set an appropriate amount and obediently hand over the money.

He Dingxian looked at the green Hong Kong dollars in the cash box and asked aloud: "How much is it?"

"Three hundred thousand."

Yan Xiong said: "One box costs 150,000 yuan."

"I got it." He Dingxian was quite satisfied with the numbers and waved his hand and said, "Call Azai here."

"Yes, Brother Xian." Yan Xiong replied solemnly.

Lard Boy is no longer the "renter" of the police force. The "renter" is now held by Sir Gao's rent collector "Xi Lao Zeng". So after Yan Xiong and Chen Zichao left the police station, they immediately sent someone to notify Lard Zai. Ah Tsai, who was drinking tea with Teochew Porridge and Lin Datou, received the news and quickly got up and rushed to the Wan Chai station.

After he was no longer responsible for collecting rent, his days of collecting and issuing monthly fees became leisurely. The power in his hands was gone, and he was not as powerful as before. He often drank tea and watched horses to kill time. The big boss called him on the day when the fees were paid, and he had to cheer up.

"Boss, you're looking for me." Lardboy walked into the office area looking around, just in time to see the ghost guys starting to collect fees. Each of them was holding a stack of money in their hands, ranging from a thousand pieces to two or three. Qian, couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Guitou's mouth is full of oil, but the little ghost didn't get any benefits."

Fees have increased significantly in the past two years. The fees of ordinary plainclothes officers have caught up with those of British police officers, only the uniformed team's fees are slightly less. The old ghost was getting more and more money, but he was reluctant to share it with the British police officers, which caused the British police officers to generally have some objections.

It’s not that the fees have never been increased, but they have been increased, which is the same as they have never been increased.

Because the Chinese police officers have received higher raises, and the Chinese chiefs are willing to take out the money.

When He Dingxian saw the lard guy closing the door, throwing out a cigarette, he stood up and said, "Bring me a box of money and go out and hand it out. I'm not in the habit of eating alone. Even if I have a ghost guy under me, I'll still share the money."

Lardboy's eyes fell on the open cash box on the table. He held the cigarette in his hands, holding it in confusion: "Brother Xian, haven't all the ghost guys taken the money?"

"My subordinates need to get one more. Do you know what to do?" He Dingxian pointed to the team members outside the window.

Lardboy smiled and said, "I'm the best at issuing fees."

"Brother Xian, these ghost guys are so lucky to bump into you, a living Bodhisattva."

"Let's replace it with a Chinese police officer, and we won't give them shit!"

He Dingxian waved his hand, smiled and accepted Ma Zai's flattery, and urged: "Go do the work, remember, the chief inspector has no role, I paid the old ghost."

"Yes, sir!" Lard Boy, wearing a white shirt and cloth shoes, raised his arms and pretended to salute. He was fat and funny.

He walked to the coffee table, closed the cash box, turned around and went out with the money, and walked into the locker room under the watchful eyes of the police officers.

The police officers exchanged glances with each other, vaguely premonition of something, and their hearts became excited. Half an hour later, Lardboy walked out of the locker room, saluted and said with a smile: "Dear sirs, Sir He has given everyone coffee coupons and invites everyone to drink coffee."

“I hope you like Sir Ho’s coffee.”

When He Dingxian saw this scene in the office, he smiled uncontrollably and shook his head secretly: "You really know how to play."

"Thank you, sir!"

"Thank you Sir He!"

several police officers shouted.

Later, Lardboy left the mission with an empty cash box. There was only 50,000 yuan in the cash box. The excess money had been collected by the boss. Calculated per head, it was 1,500 yuan per person. The remaining 20,000 yuan was To another senior inspector.

The police officers in the department were itchy. When they saw the rent collector leaving, several people got up and entered the dressing room.

Each police officer has a stack of Hong Kong dollars stuck in the cracks of his wardrobe.

When a police officer walked out of the locker room waving Hong Kong dollars and raised his eyebrows at his colleagues, the remaining police officers stood up one after another and all entered the locker room to pick up the Hong Kong dollars. The entire anti-corruption room was filled with the stench of corruption. taste.

Da Vinci came to the dressing room and saw a thick stack of banknotes placed on the chair in front of his grid.

He picked up the banknotes and shook them, feeling they were very heavy. After counting them one by one, he put the 20,000 Hong Kong dollars in front of his mouth and kissed them.

"I love you, Sir He!" He can only earn more than 10,000 Hong Kong dollars every month in the anti-corruption office. 20,000 Hong Kong dollars directly doubles his income. When a Chinese police officer comes, he doesn't have to do anything and he earns more every month. Double the income.

All the police officers on Gui Lao were very happy.

The anti-corruption office is a department that has both good and bad jobs, and good and bad things are not just for the lower-level police officers. There are wage earners wherever they are. To divide the money and good things, at least you have to have something on your shoulders.

Most of the income falls into the hands of the department heads. No matter where they are, they are all killed!

William received the news in the office and was in a good mood. Although he hadn't gotten the money yet, in his opinion. Sir He is willing to share the money with his brothers, but he also shows his softness and gives it to all the brothers under his command? Can we miss him? If the guys give him twice or twice more, at least give him three times or five times, right?

Ten or two hundred thousand per month.

This is more than the director earns!

I don’t even think about it, do I deserve it? I am willing to spend so much money, not on the chief superintendent, but on a chief inspector?

William felt that it was only natural that the Chinese should give money to the ghosts, but now he was not in a hurry.

Very patient.

He Dingxian discovered that after sending the money to the ghost guy, the British police officers in the department would take the initiative to chat with people in other departments about the money when they were smoking in the corridors and stairs of the police station. There were twenty people in the department, and they were all very strict. several.

Because this is a windfall that comes easily without any effort. Human nature likes to brag and use other people's envious eyes to satisfy their own vanity.

Gui Lao is also a human being, and he also likes to gossip.

People who usually have a very strict mouth when doing things, will keep it secret when it comes to things like this. If you have money, you just have to let people know!

Therefore, without any publicity, the matter spread throughout Wan Chai. The British police officers in the department may know that the news will make their colleagues jealous, but they don't care, what they want is the envy of their colleagues.

If you don't envy me, it will all be in vain.

After all, what if colleagues are envious? Their heads are already full of Hong Kong dollars, and they never think that people in other departments will regard them as one with the Chinese, because everyone gets paid, and the extra money they get is the advantage brought by British police officers .

If you want to hate, you can only hate that Sir He didn't transfer you. But they forget that only when Chinese police officers receive their dues, the rent collector will put the money in the locker room. Even if they realize it, they will definitely get it!

Why can the Chinese collect money like this but not them? Money has no political affiliation.

But in just one afternoon, some rumors spread in the police station that the anti-corruption office had received money from a large Chinese gang and would launch an internal investigation into the British police officer in Wan Chai.

The news was spread in a precise manner, and it was also said that He Dingxian wanted to use the internal investigation to make meritorious deeds and be transferred to the front-line operations department.

In the office.

He Dingxian handed a cup of hot tea to uniformed police sergeant Zhong Dewei and said politely: "Sir Zhong, the news spreads so fast. I'm sorry to bother you guys."

"Haha, it's not necessary for the uniform team to charge into battle, but it needs to spread some news. Haha, it can spread throughout the department in five minutes, and the entire Hong Kong police force knows about it." Chung Dewei took a sip of cigarette and sighed: "The ghost of the anti-corruption office It’s like mud fell into my crotch, and it can’t be cleaned no matter how hard I wash it.”

People are naturally curious about rumors, let alone believe in free lunches in the world. Since the British police officers in the anti-corruption office have received money, the chances of cooperating with the Chinese inspectors are extremely high. Otherwise, why would the Chinese inspectors give you money? Where's the money?

But the guy from the anti-corruption office feels wronged by the hostility of other colleagues. The Chinese police officers are willing to send money to prove their support for the British Empire. I am taking money for the country. You dare to accuse me wrongly? This kind of tone is unbearable for normal people. If things get heated, both sides can easily get into trouble.

"I'm still in a bad mood right now. I need the guys from the uniform team to add some more firewood and light a fire." He Dingxian picked up a cigarette.

Zhong Dewei said: "No problem, I'm good at adding firewood to light the fire."

"Yes." Sir He nodded lightly.

This time he used conspiracy and relied on silver bullets! All conspiracies take advantage of human nature. Sometimes when a silver bullet is loaded, the bullet will be more fierce and powerful when fired.

"Sir He, I have written the script, when will I receive the goods?" In the evening, Ge Bai called, and He Dingxian laughed loudly: "Hahaha, don't rush, it's not early today, let's receive the goods tomorrow."

"Okay, see you at nine o'clock tomorrow night." Ge Bai agreed readily, immediately hung up the phone, and called William again to tell him to meet Sir He at the bar tomorrow night. Sir He wanted to talk to him about something.

The second day.

noon.

A uniformed team leader, wearing a uniform and holding a dinner plate, was queuing up in the police station cafeteria. From time to time he chatted with the anti-corruption inspector in front of him, and called the anti-corruption inspector by his Chinese name. It is undeniable that since Ho Ting-hsien came to the Anti-Corruption Office, the attitude of the gangsters in the Anti-Corruption Office has been much better towards the Chinese police. They do not look at the monks but the Buddhas. Sir Ho has indeed greatly improved the status of the Chinese police in the Wan Chai Police Station. .

An equipment technician at the front of the queue heard the chat between the Chinese police and the anti-corruption inspector. He looked impatient and had disgust in his eyes, especially when the Chinese police called out the anti-corruption inspector's Chinese name.

I saw a police officer in military uniform with a flattering expression but smart eyes, quietly observing the front. When an opportunity presented itself, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, put it into the hands of the anti-corruption inspector with a flattering expression, and took advantage of the opportunity to step forward. He leaned over and said, "Sir, take it and smoke it."

The gay man had to take a step back politely, intending to take the cigarette, but his foot stepped on the shoes of the police officer in front of him. The equipment guy "Barton" stepped on someone and immediately bumped him back with his shoulder, knocking Gaybeard out of the team.

This makes the gay man who is showing his sense of superiority fall to the bottom and feel even more humiliated. He immediately turned his head and stared forward, cursing at Barton: "Island of White bumpkin! Are you rushing to squeeze back into your mother's ventilation duct?"

Only Gui Lao knows how to scold Gui Lao best.

The gay guy must have spoken in a standard London accent and scolded Barton straight away.