Rebirth: Rising Hong Kong

Crackling!

A group of media reporters frantically took pictures of the smuggling fishing boats.

"Officer Ding, can you be more arrogant, we'll give you a close-up!"

"Yeah, it's really sharp enough to crack such a big abalone smuggling case single-handedly!"

A reporter gave Ding Yongqiang a thumbs up.

Ding Yongqiang stood on the fishing boat very modestly, looking for a sense of majesty with his arms on his hips, and finally felt that the posture of drawing the gun was the most majestic, so he appeared to draw the gun, hold it high above his head, put one hand on his hips, and glared angrily, like a red Fighting heroes in drama.

Crackling, another flash of the spotlight.

Hei Pi and the others looked at this scene stupidly.

When they called in the military and police for support, Mo Qiang had already captured the gangster and took down the entire ship by himself.

Incredible!

The other party has a machine gun!

But the facts lie ahead.

Stupid becomes a hero.

Abalone Inspector Chen Xijiu was serving a few abalones at home when he suddenly heard the news that Shaqiang had created a big dragon and phoenix, and he ran over before he even had time to fasten his belt.

After figuring out the facts, his first thought was, what era is this, and why is abalone smuggled?

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"The fishermen are oppressed by the black forces, and even abalone is smuggled. Is the so-called Hong Kong fragrant or smelly?"

"Strong buy and sell! Bully the market! Abalone is also smuggled, Hong Kong is the world's first!"

The next day, newspapers and magazines all over Hong Kong appeared in such large-scale condemning articles.

The article pointed out that the fishermen were oppressed, and the underworld forces bullied the market and controlled the seafood market.

According to Ming Pao's front page headline commentary, "Abalone in the tube, you can see it! A boat of smuggled abalone has exposed the ubiquitous bullying and domineering market in Hong Kong today! Seafood trading is under the manipulation of underworld forces, and it has become their money-making opportunity. s method!"

Central Police Station.

Clap!

Chief Superintendent James patted the newspaper in his hand on the conference room table, and then chatted.

Below sat a group of ghost police officers, as well as Chen Zhichao, Lai Luo, Yan Xiong and other Chinese police officers and detectives.

The translator, Hu Jia Hu Wei, who was sitting on the side, also slapped the table vigorously: "Officer James is very angry! He is very angry! How can such a thing happen in Hong Kong? Under the exploitation of underworld forces, even abalone has to be smuggled? This makes Hong Kong It's the biggest joke!"

Then, James cursed again.

Translator: "Those of you who eat imperial food are all pig heads and idiots! If you can't solve this problem as soon as possible, not only you, but also me will be finished!"

Chen Zhichao, Lai Luo and others, you look at me, I look at you.

James murmured at Chen Zhichao and Lai Luo for a while.

Translator: "This matter was created by your Chinese community, you two are big bosses among the Chinese! Don't be humble, I know that you are more powerful than my chief police officer when you go out! So I will leave this matter to you to handle it. ! One day, get it done!"

After speaking, Superintendent James got up and scolded in broken Cantonese: "I'll slap your lungs!"

Then turned to leave.

The translator also stood up and left, "Hey, I don't need to translate this sentence!"

After all the ghost police officers left, Chen Zhichao took out a cigarette and handed it to Lai Luo: "What do you think?"

Lai Luo pouted, "The matter is too big, it is said to have made the front page of the British "The Times", I am afraid that even the Queen is now thinking about smuggling when she sees the abalone on the table of!"

Chen Zhichao smiled bitterly: "Abalone smuggling? Why do I always find it funny?"

Yan Xiong raised his hand and said, "Two bosses, I don't think this is funny."

"why?"

Chen Zhichao and Lai Luo looked at Yan Xiong.

Yan Xiong was very satisfied with the feeling of being watched by the two bosses. The feeling of being a big detective before and carrying the handle came back.

"I heard that a foreigner is buying abalone at a high price recently, but abalone seafood products are monopolized by people from the four major societies. Those who want to make a fortune have to take risks and smuggle abalone to buyers!"

"Uh, is there really such a thing?"

"Yes! That foreigner's name is Amir!"

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"Protest! I protest seriously!" As a great businessman from India, I can't buy abalone in Hong Kong! Are you still a free port here, or are you still happy? "

In the Hong Kong Fishermen's Office, Amir changed his old Sikh hat, not to mention his suit and leather shoes, but also wore a very gentleman's British top hat, with a very nifty little bow tie around his neck, and a thick and long one in his left hand. Civilization stick, the whole person is arrogant, and with his Indian Asan identity, he is actually very aura.

Many Indians have long been complacent that India was once a colony of the British Empire.

And the British who ruled them were also very satisfied with such servants, so they gave Indian third brothers high-level treatment in Britain and even in Hong Kong.

Compared with the local people in Hong Kong, Amir, who was dressed as a big businessman at this time, burst out in anger because of his anger, and the senior officials of the Fishermen's Department couldn't help wiping the sweat on his forehead.

"Sorry, Mr. Amir! We take your question very seriously!"

"Take it seriously? Take your mother seriously! I'm sorry, please forgive me for being so rude! I'm so angry, I'm here to do business in Hong Kong, I like the abalone here, and the seafood here, but the seafood market here is being treated by some hateful people. people monopolize!"

"God, it's hard to imagine that this is the legendary capital of gourmet food, Hong Kong, the capital of freedom!"

After Amir finished speaking, he raised his civilized stick and pointed at the high official's nose, "In three days, you must solve this problem, or I will pass it on to the UK! You don't know how much energy I have, not only do I know The officials here even recognize Her Majesty's butler! You know, we Indians help people watch the door, and are very good at being a butler!"

"Yes yes yes! I will definitely solve it! Uh~www.wuxiamtl.com~ You are leaving? Go slowly!"

Looking at Amir who turned and left, the senior fishermen's bureau official wiped a cold sweat on his forehead again, cursing those shameless associations in his heart, **** it, you are a ghost monopoly, and even Lao Tzu will be implicated by you!

...

Amir left the Fishermen's Office flamboyantly. Along the way, countless people who saw him nodded and bowed to him.

Amir's vanity was fully satisfied.

At this moment, he felt as if he had really become a well-known big Indian businessman, not the small Indian Amir who helped people watch the door.

Came to a secluded place where a black Volkswagen coupe was heard.

When Amir saw that there was no one around, he hurried over and knocked on the car window.

The car window opened, Shi Zhijian was holding a cigarette and squinting at him, "How are things going?"