Hong Kong Police Force Chief

January 1, 1994, is the first day of the Gregorian calendar year.

Although Hong Kong Island still follows the laws of ghosts, there is no such thing as a New Year's Day holiday.

But today is the beginning of the new year after all, and it happens to be the weekend, so I still have two more days of fun.

According to usual practice, Zhou Quan was on his day off.

Either staying with Ou Yong'en, or teaching his first disciple.

However, today, Zhou Quan rarely left the two of them alone.

Zhou Quan put some gifts into the trunk of the off-road vehicle and drove to the Xinhua News Agency Building on Queen's Road East alone.

Mr. Zhou recognized him as his direct nephew and grandnephew, so of course he wanted to visit the old man on New Year's Day.

The gift is not very expensive, it can even be said to be very simple and unpretentious.

Milk suitable for the elderly, a bag of tea that Zhou Quan usually drinks, and a large piece of pork belly produced in the northeast of his motherland.

Except for the tea that Zhou Quan usually drank, the value of other gifts was not worth mentioning at all.

There is a saying that sending goose feathers thousands of miles away is light on etiquette but heavy on affection.

Although these gifts are not very expensive, they are all carefully selected by Zhou Quan, which undoubtedly represents his affection and attentiveness.

"Boy Quan, just go home, why are you bringing anything with you?"

After seeing Zhou Quan come in, Mr. Zhou glared at Zhou Quan pretending to be displeased.

But judging from the way the old man's eyes narrowed, he was obviously very satisfied with the gift Zhou Quan brought.

Because no other elders of Zhou Quan were here today, Mr. Zhou did not call Zhou Quan by the title he used when they first met.

Even his tone of voice couldn't help but have a bit of a local accent.

Zhou Quan didn't feel anything out of the ordinary. Instead, he felt particularly cordial.

"Isn't this New Year's Day!"

Zhou Quan picked up the gift on his hand and said with a smile: "My grandson is here to see you, of course he can't be empty-handed!"

He was carrying milk and tea leaves in his left hand. The milk was packed in ordinary boxes and repackaged in oil paper, with a tea leaf with a big Chinese character on it.

The right hand is a big piece of pork belly, which is simply and crudely worn with a straw rope and carried.

Mr. Zhou took a quick look and the smile on his face became brighter. He liked the strip of pork belly on Zhou Quan's hand the most.

The old man has lived for decades and has extremely rich life experience.

With the naked eye alone, he could tell that the pork belly was not the white pig commonly eaten in Hong Kong Island today, but the domestic black pig.

Served with sauerkraut and vermicelli, it's an authentic delicacy from Mr. Zhou's hometown.

Vermicelli is very common in Hong Kong Island, but sauerkraut is a bit rare.

However, as a native of the Northeast of China, Mr. Zhou naturally has no trouble making pickles.

Even though the temperature in Hong Kong Island in winter is much higher than in the north, there is still no way to pickle sauerkraut.

Every winter, Xinhua News Agency staff members like Mr. Zhou who grew up in the north of the country would pickle two jars of sauerkraut in their basements.

Firstly, they are used to this kind of taste, and secondly, they are living in a foreign land and they put their affection on things.

Mr. Zhou was very pleased with Zhou Quan's thoughtful gift.

"Don't leave at noon, stay home for dinner, grandpa will cook it himself, let your kid taste the delicacies of our hometown."

Mr. Zhou signaled the guard to take the gift brought by Zhou Quan, greeted Zhou Quan with a kind and friendly smile, and sat next to him.

"Your police force has been doing a lot recently. I heard that you handled several major cases some time ago."

Holding Zhou Quan's hand, he looked at Zhou Quan carefully for a few seconds.

Mr. Zhou asked with a smile: "How is it? Is there any good news?"

All the major and minor events happening on Hong Kong Island are now under the attention of Xinhua News Agency.

Mr. Zhou, as the top person in charge of the Xinhua News Agency in Hong Kong, Zhou Quan's actions naturally cannot escape his sharp eyes.

"There is definite news that my grandson has been promoted to the constitutional committee level of the police force."

In front of the old man, Zhou Quan of course told everything he knew.

"After the holiday is over, the Hong Kong government's gazette should publish an announcement."

He smiled implicitly and told his situation.

"Okay, at twenty-four years old, Superintendent, you have a bright future!"

Patting the back of Zhou Quan's hand, Mr. Zhou warned with concern: "Remember, you are a bloodline of our old Zhou family, and you must serve the people!"

These four words, "Boundless Future", come from Mr. Zhou's mouth, and their meaning is by no means as simple as a compliment.

"Grandpa, don't worry, your grandson will always keep his original intention in mind."

For a moment, Zhou Quan's face was filled with a solemn look, and he nodded heavily.

"That's good! That's good!"

The smile on Mr. Zhou's lips became brighter.

Immediately, the old man did not ask too much about Zhou Quan's work status, but asked Zhou Quan to care about his personal life.

For the elderly, no matter what position they are in, the most important thing is to be loyal to their duties.

As long as you can shine and make achievements, that's fine.

Regarding Zhou Quan's specific work plans, Mr. Zhou has no intention of getting involved.

After all, he is not in charge of the military and police departments, let alone the Hong Kong Island police force.

With Zhou Quan's other elders here, Mr. Zhou is very relieved about Zhou Quan's work arrangements.

As long as Zhou Quan's ability is good enough and his work performance is outstanding enough, he will naturally give Zhou Quan strong support at the critical moment.

The grandfather and grandson talked and laughed, and the family talk lasted until noon.

Seeing that it was almost time for dinner, Grandpa Zhou personally went out.

He took Zhou Quan and the guard to prepare a table of hometown delicacies.

To be honest, it was just two dishes.

It's just that the portion was large and they were all served in a basin.

Unlike the light and delicious Hong Kong cuisine, the delicacies of Grandpa Zhou's hometown are salty, fragrant and oily.

Zhou Quan didn't feel anything unpalatable when eating, but felt particularly comfortable.

In addition to the grandfather and grandson, there was only the guard for this meal.

Zhou Quan and the guard had a big appetite, and the two large basins of food were swept away directly.

Grandpa Zhou was so happy that he also had a big appetite. Not only did he eat half a bowl of rice more than usual, but he also drank two cups of white wine.

Because he was driving, Zhou Quan did not accompany the old man with wine, but only accompanied him with tea instead of wine.

During the meal, Zhou Quan and the guard became more familiar with each other.

He knew the other party's origin, that he was an elite sent by the central government of the motherland to protect Mr. Zhou.

The other party's surname was Xu, and his name was Zhengyang, a well-known bodyguard of Zhongnanhai.

Whether it was the other party's name or the other party's origin, Zhou Quan couldn't help but look at the other party twice.