Crossing Hong Kong to be a police officer, but the system is wrong

April 4, in a teahouse.

CIB Chief Superintendent Gong Jiapei is brewing Kung Fu tea himself.

His movements were slow and skillful. He first washed the tea sets one by one, then used a small spoon to take out an appropriate amount of tea leaves and put them into the teapot.

The water boiled, Gong Jiapei carefully lifted the kettle, poured it from top to bottom, the tea leaves rolled and stretched in the teapot, and the fragrance of tea gradually spread.

The first time is called washing the tea, and the second time can really bring out the flavor.

"Ah Jet, tea please."

Song Shijie picked up the teacup and took a sip, praising it: "Good tea, the aftertaste is very obvious. I didn't expect that Gong Sir's tea is better than coffee now."

"Haha, I'm old now, and my sleep quality isn't good. I've tried to drink less coffee. Tea is good, especially the process of brewing it..."

Song Shijie was originally worried that Gong Jiapei would not be able to bear the blow of his wife's death, but now it seems that his mental state has recovered well.

Zhou Wangqing, who was next to the two of them, was just drinking tea silently. She had been with her master these days, and she was relieved to see that her master seemed to have finally gotten out of the shadow of his relatives' death.

"Jet, Jodie, you are my most trusted people, I will tell you straight."

After chatting for a while, Gong Jiapei finally got to the point.

He looked at Song Shijie calmly and asked, "Are you O-Ji planning to attack Yifeng?"

"um, yes."

Song Shijie admitted it frankly.

"This old fox Mo Yilie is not easy to deal with."

Gong Jiapei pondered for a moment and sighed.

"I know that this guy comes from a walled village in the New Territories and is very influential there. The people there are famous for their solidarity and tough character, and they are very uncooperative with our police..."

……

Song Shijie had wanted to take action against Mo Yilie for a long time. He originally thought that with his advantage of foresight, this would be an easy thing to do. However, after truly understanding the background of the Yifeng Society in this time and space, he realized that it was not that simple.

Apart from Mo Yilie's own cunningness, Yifeng's power is deeply rooted in the New Territories, which is the most troublesome thing.

The walled villages here are almost all inhabited by indigenous people. If you count back three generations, it is possible that everyone in the two adjacent villages worships the same grandfather.

With blood ties as the bond, the villagers are united together, which is a very powerful force.

The indigenous people of the New Territories have a privilege that is envied by people from other parts of Hong Kong: Dingquan.

The origin of this privilege is not important, just know its content:

Male indigenous residents whose ancestors have lived in the New Territories since 1890 and whose ancestral home can be traced back can apply once in their lifetime to build a three-storey village house within the scope approved by the government, with each floor not exceeding 3 ​​meters in height and an area of ​​no more than 8.23 square feet per floor.

The most important thing is that there is no land fee or tax fee, and you only need to pay for the construction materials yourself!

The lifelong pursuit of many Hong Kong citizens is a thousand square feet mansion. Sorry, men in our New Territories can have one when they are born, and it’s a two thousand square feet mansion.

One can imagine how Hong Kong people from other regions feel about New Territories men who have this privilege.

It’s not that no one has protested against this unfairness, but every time no matter whether you are a district councillor or a member of the Legislative Council who comes to the New Territories, as long as it involves the reform of the Ding rights system, you will eventually be driven away in disgrace.

Therefore, the unity and xenophobia of the people in the New Territories are well-known throughout Hong Kong.

Mo Yilie's family is an old and powerful family in the New Territories. He himself is one of the leaders of the New Territories indigenous people and has a very high prestige.

In addition, this guy knows how to behave. During festivals, he would hold a big banquet and invite villagers to eat a dish. The elderly can also receive oil and rice for free...

Therefore, if one wants to take action against Mo Yilie in this place, without sufficient solid evidence, it will arouse local public anger in minutes.

……

"What do you think?"

Gong Jiapei asked Song Shijie. Of course he knew how difficult Mo Yilie was, otherwise he wouldn't have to wait until Song Shijie took action. He would have cooperated with other departments to take down this guy in his early years.

"They are all the usual methods. He came to the funeral home to cause trouble the day before yesterday. This is a provocation to our police. I have enough reasons to first conduct a large-scale sweep of Yifeng's places to see if he will reveal any flaws. Secondly, see if I can find an informant to provide valuable clues. I have already implemented this aspect. Then I will ask you CIB to take action and see if there is any way to arrange tracking and eavesdropping on important people in Yifeng. Finally, the old method is to use undercover agents..."

Song Shijie proposed his own action plan without hesitation.

Before Gong Jiapei could speak, Zhou Wangqing beside him interrupted: "Master, speaking of informants, as far as I know, Laughing already has an informant working in Yifeng. Do you want to call him over so we can discuss it together?"

Gong Jiapei looked at Song Shijie, who nodded and said, "Laughing is certainly trustworthy. Let him come and discuss things."

……

Twenty minutes later, Liang Xiaotang hurried to the tea room.

He picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, then he sat down with a smile and greeted the three people: "Gong Sir, Song Sir, Jodie, are you so interested in having tea with me?"

Zhou Wangqing kicked him under the table and whispered, "Let's talk business. We are discussing how to deal with Yifeng. Be serious!"

Liang Xiaotang then straightened his expression and told the whole story of how he met a cripple named Su Xingbai by chance, and how he took advantage of the other party's desire for revenge against Mo Weili and arranged for him to help him collect intelligence in Yifeng.

Among the three listeners, Gong Jiapei and Zhou Wangqing already had a general understanding of it, while Song Shijie knew it in more detail than them, but could only pretend that he heard it for the first time, which was quite interesting.

"Laughing, according to what you said, Su Xingbai had his legs broken by Mo Weili and became disabled for life. Now he tipped off our police, causing more than a dozen of Mo Weili's places to be raided. This is his credit. But afterwards, Mo Weili was hit and seriously injured while running away, and his leg was also broken. This is obviously a personal revenge, right?"

After hearing what Liang Xiaotang said, Song Shijie immediately raised his suspicion about Su Xingbai.

Even if you haven't watched the original drama, based on the police's intuition, Mo Weili's incident is closely related to Su Xingbai.

How could it be such a coincidence that Su Xingbai had his leg broken by him back then, and now Mo Willy's same leg was broken while he was escaping?

Gong Jiapei and Zhou Wangqing also nodded in agreement.

"I also know that guy has evil intentions and is unreliable, but now he has gone into hiding. I have tried to find him, but unfortunately I can't find him..."

Liang Xiaotang patted the table lightly to vent his dissatisfaction.

He originally thought that he could control Su Xingbai with his experience, but facts proved that this cripple had gradually slipped out of his control.

"Let's put Su Xingbai's question aside for now. I want to tell you a piece of news. Well, originally this news should only be known to me, so you must keep it a secret..."

Seeing how seriously Gong Jiapei spoke, the three people present couldn't help but frown.

"Master, tell me, we are all family here, we will definitely not leak it."

Zhou Wangqing nodded seriously, and so did Song Shijie and Liang Xiaotang.

Gong Jiapei took a deep breath and said word by word: "The most prominent boss around Mo Yilie now - La Jiang, whose real name is Deng Guobin, is actually an undercover police officer I sent to Yifeng in my early years!"

Hearing this, Zhou Wangqing, Liang Xiaotang, and Song Shijie (pretending) all gasped!

(Second update, please give me five-star praise. I just realized after writing this that I forgot about the classic work "Fuse" from 07...)