I Haven’t Been A Boss For Many Years

I Haven’t Been A Boss For Many Years Chapter 12

2022-03-09

Chapter 12 How many Four Great Heavenly Kings are there?

Zhang Guobin watched them walk out of the bar, held a cigarette between his fingers, put it into his mouth and bit it, turned his head and asked Da Bohao, "Where is that police officer? It doesn't look like a police officer. , more like a friend on the Tao."

Da Bohao turned his head and looked towards Awei, Awei leaned back and said, "Huang Zhiming, I heard that it is Chief-In-Charge newly transferred by O Ji, who used to work in Yiqun. After being undercover, Jianghu was nicknamed King Ming, and he was the one who worked on the case of Brother Yiqun Yong."

"Oh, it turns out to be Brother Seven."

Two plus five make seven,

Two or five boys,

Jianghu contemptuously called the seventh brother!

Zhang Guobin face revealed disdain sat back on the chair, quietly accepted the lighter handed by Awei, took a deep breath, and thought in his heart.

His thinking mode is different from that of Young and Dangerous. Young and Dangerous generally know that a new police officer will take office, and his first reaction is: Oh, the gangster who makes a fool of himself has changed his head again.

But with the thought of being the top secretary of the provincial office, his first reaction was: the police are likely to take action!

Because O Ji has not been promoted or transferred recently, and O Ji has not been arrested for anti-corruption, then the most likely reason for O Ji's internal staff transfer is to deploy troops and take command of the army!

Zhang Guobin has subscribed to seven newspapers including "Police News", "Business Daily", "Oriental Daily", "Entertainment Morning Post" and "Hong Kong Film Times" since he traveled to Xiangjiang...

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Among them, "Daily", "Police News" and "Commercial Daily" must be read in each issue.

This is a habit he developed as the chief secretary of the general office, using all government public information to make judgments on the current situation, and the information and meanings expressed in the government public information are all valuable. Remarks that represent the direction of the wind.

Although, it is better to believe in books than to have no books, to read all newspapers, or not to read, you must add your own thinking.

However, Zhang Guobin, as the provincial secretariat, has already turned his ability to interpret, judge, and think into instinct. If many businessmen had half of his ability, they would ride the wind and waves early on, and Zhang Guobin in his previous life had to abide by discipline. , to serve the people, in this life in a capitalist area, this ability really represents money, and you can let go of your hands and feet to work hard.

Many bosses, officials must read the news every day, and love to read newspapers, this is the reason.

Zhang Guobin's overall situation is not known to surpass the ordinary young and the bewildered, and the big man in the hall is a thousand times, and now he has a keen judgment: "The seventh brother is probably here to step on the spot, are they staring at them? Me?"

"Fortunately, my site was clean, otherwise they would have caught me today." Zhang Guobin took a breath, slowly exhaling smoke, frowning unconsciously.

"Everyone keep playing, keep playing, it's alright..." Awei clapped his hands, took the microphone, loudly shouted.

As the police evacuated, the guests and the ladies in the venue slowly sat down again.

It's just that the expressions are a little unhappy.

The live music resumed. Zhang Guobin saw that the atmosphere in the venue was not good. Some guests packed their things and wanted to leave. Boss." Awei took the microphone and shouted out the news, screams broke out at the scene, and the atmosphere slowly recovered.

Da Bohao settled the horses in the field, sat back to Brother Bing, asked the bartender for a glass of wine, and said, "Brother Bing, the field has been cleaned by the police, are you in a bad mood? We hang out outside, it's normal for the venue to be visited by the police, we just got lucky."

"Would you like to find two chicks to vent the fire? A new batch of schoolgirls have arrived at the bar. "

"It is said that there are still students from the University of Hong Kong, and university life is the best."

"hehe." Zhang Guobin said with a smile: "It's a student girl, or wearing a school uniform." 's sister?"

"Serving the boss must be the real thing."

Zhang Guobin shook his head: "No, I'm in a good mood. After all, it's the policeman who succumbed. I'll drink a few glasses of wine and go back to the house."

Dabohao nodded: "Okay. , boss, I'll take you back later."

Zhang Guobin drank two more glasses of whisky with Da Bohao, and the two bosses left the arena surrounded by a group of younger brothers and sat down together. The tiger head was pacified, but today was the opening time of the venue. Awei wanted to see the venue. Although he was reluctant to give up, he could only deliver it to the door of the bar, and Da Bohao drove away from Temple Street.

Don't drink and drive!

When Hutou Pingzhi passed the corner of Temple Street, Zhang Guobin saw a phone booth on the side of the road, and immediately raised his eyebrows and said, "Ahao, stop."

"Squeak!" He braked, Hutou Pingzhi stopped on the side of the road, Da Bohao pushed the driver's seat and got out of the car, and quickly opened the car door for the boss, Zhang Guobin stepped out of the car and turned his head towards the phone booth, Da Bohao was alone Hands stand in front of the car, one person one car, one gun in the waist, vigilantly scanning the streets all around.

In the middle of the night, there are sparse vehicles on the street, and the wind and waves in the Xiangjiang Sea are cold, and a few bangs are blowing on the ends of my hair. Zhang Guobin entered the old-fashioned red square phone booth, jingle, pressed a coin, picked up the phone, put it on his shoulder, entered the number, and tilted his head to wait for the connection after dialing.

"Beep...beep...beep..." After a brief blind tone, the phone was picked up, and a clear male voice spoke in the noisy background: "Criminal Intelligence Division, where is that?"

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The other party seems to be busy at work, and there are many conversations and walking sounds in the background.

"I am, Abin." Zhang Guobin supported the phone booth with one hand and lowered his head.

"Oh, boss, how's your second mother doing recently?" After the clear male voice asked, he raised his head and pointed to the phone to the officer, covered the phone with the officer, and lip-mouthed: " At home."

Nodded understood by the Intelligence Section Chief, turned around and preached to the Chief O's Chief Huang Zhiming. A document in his hand listed more than a dozen recently popular members of the society.

Huang Tianming frowned slightly, but didn't say anything. Zhang Guobin said, "Second mother asked you why you haven't had time to eat recently. You are so busy with work, so you have to pay attention to your health."

The cool male voice turned around and lowered his head and whispered: "The police force has a big operation recently. My brother supervises it. I'm very busy and can't leave."

"What the action, the family has made soup. Don't you drink?"

"Last time, Heji and Xinji were in Yau Ma Tei, leaving dozens of corpses, and the first brother of the police force was upset. The next thing to do..." The man looked at Sweeping the surrounding area, I found that my colleagues were walking to the side with the superior, and they quickly said: "World War I! Operation code!"

"O record, anti-drug, serious cases, anti-smuggling... Hong Kong Island, Kowloon, The New Territories...the six major regions in Hong Kong, with more than a dozen departments working together, the goal is to bring down a social organization, and now that the Yihai Club is so prominent, you must be careful."

"Okay."

"Okay."

"smelly brat, don't be busy with work all the time, go home and drink soup when you have time." Zhang Guobin said with a smile.

The evening breeze.

More noisy.

Leaves on the ground, rubbish, cigarette butts blowing up.

He hangs up.

A man in the office of the Criminal Intelligence Division finished the phone call with his family with a smile, and hurriedly picked up the document, and apologized to the superior for his whereabouts.

No one in the world knows that there are five Four Great Heavenly Kings under Crown Prince Bin. Good boy.

This is the rivers and lakes, deep and unmeasurable.

For collection, for recommendation, for reward.

(end of this chapter)