Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings.

Chapter 9 0009 [A small fortune]

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The Ford car stopped at the gate of the police station, and the guard guarding the gate ran out immediately, puffed up his chest, and saluted the car.

The cross-eyed man got off the passenger seat of the car, trotted to the back and opened the door.

Snapped!
The black leather shoes landed on the ground, and a middle-aged man with a slightly short stature got out of the car. He had a lion nose, wide mouth, triangular eyes, and a smile at the corner of his mouth. No matter how you looked at it, he was harmless to humans and animals.

Needless to say, this person is Inspector Hua of Kowloon District, Yan Xiong.

"Don't disturb the people!" Yan Xiong straightened his suit and said with a smile, "I'm a detective, not a robber! Now, Fighting Chicken, go and call those vendors over—"

The cross-eyed man went to make arrangements.

Soon those vendors came over. The Ford car passed by just now, and their fruit stalls and Xirong stalls were somewhat lost.

Without further ado, Yan Xiong took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and distributed them to the vendors himself: "Sorry, my subordinates were reckless! The money should be used as compensation!"

The vendors didn't expect the other party to be so polite and approachable. They hurriedly bowed and said that Inspector Yan is a good person.

Yan Xiong smiled and spoke to the crowd: "I, Yan, have always set an example. As a policeman, I want to serve the public, abide by my duties, and uphold justice..."

The people applauded continuously.

Not far away, a media reporter with a camera hanging around his neck "slapped" Yan Xiong to take pictures.

Yan Xiong spoke a few words impassionedly, and then gave some instructions to Dou Qiang beside him, and got into the car with his head buried.

Fighting Jiqiang winked to the side.

The eight plainclothes immediately found those who had received the money, and demanded all the money sent out just now.In the dumbfoundedness of those people, all the money was handed over to Dou Jiqiang.

Dou Jiqiang got into the car, smiled obsequiously, and handed the money to Yan Xiong: "Master Yan, your money!"

Yan Xiong patted the fighting cock to strengthen his head, and said with a smile: "There is a future!" Putting the money into his pocket, "Where is the reporter, are you ready?"

"It's done, according to your request, he took a lot of photos, and it will be on the front page tomorrow!"

"Hahaha!" Yan Xiong laughed, biting a cigar: "Lei Luo said that I disturbed the people, so I'll show him!"

"Of course Lei Luo can't beat you! How can you say that you are also the boss of Jiulong, who dare not listen to you?" Dou Jiqiang complimented him while helping him light a cigarette.

Yan Xiong took a puff of his cigar and puffed out the smoke: "By the way, today is the day when my godson Bao Yaju reports for duty, please greet me later! I'm also his godfather, find him a better one." errand!"

"Received!" Dou Jiqiang looked envious, and didn't know where the bastard named Baoyaju got his luck.

"Okay, drive!" Yan Xiong leaned back on the seat, showing the attitude of a big boss.

The Ford drove slowly into the police station.

At the gate post, the guard stood at attention and saluted. He didn't heave a sigh of relief until the vehicle disappeared.

He is in awe of Yan Xiong.

It seems that humans and animals are harmless, but they are ruthless!

called,

Laughing Tiger!
……

In Shiduo store, Du Yongxiao had a panoramic view of everything.

The fat boss put his elbows on the counter, biting the Marlboro that Du Yongxiao gave him, looked at the miserable vendors with a sneer on his face, and said, "These guys are all idiots! Their brains grow to their asses! That Yan Xiong is Who? Will give them money for no reason? Playing, who can't?"

"You dislike these vendors?"

"Of course! These vendors are yelling on both sides of the street all day long. You sell fruit, and he sells wontons. They yell loudly, and I am tired of hearing it! Also, look at the ground, they are also It's so dirty that there's not even a place to step down! I'm ashamed of you, sometimes I can step on banana peels when I go out!" The fat boss's face was full of contempt, and his eyes were full of dissatisfaction with these poor vendors.

Hearing what he said, Du Yongxiao smiled without saying a word.

The fat boss worked even harder, grinning his teeth: "Also, this Yan Xiong is really not a thing! Because he is Inspector Hua, he is arrogant and domineering on weekdays, and he always comes to me on credit, cigarettes are fine, and wine is also on credit. It’s okay to pay for the wine on credit, but the most expensive one—I’ll credit his mother!”

"But I saw him smiling, as if he was very easy-going."

"You easy-going fart! That's all for show! Do you know what his nickname is? Smiling tiger! Hidden knife in his smile, he kills without blood!"

"Oh, so fierce?"

"Of course it's fierce!" The fat boss lightly crushed the cigarette, the butt still reluctant to throw it away, and carefully wrapped it in paper. "Someone offended him once, and the whole family was tied up in the sea, and now even the body has not been found!"

"No way, he's a poor guy!"

"What kind of bad guy? To put it nicely, it's called a licensed rotten boy, but to put it bluntly, it's a scoundrel, a bastard, even worse than a ruffian!" The fat boss became more and more angry, and even Yan Xiong's eighteenth generation ancestors scolded him.

Du Yongxiao waited until the fat boss finished cursing, then smiled, stubbed out the cigarette and threw it on the ground, crushed it with his toes, then reached into his arms——
"Oh, Chenghui! A box of cigarettes is [-] yuan!" The fat boss thought that Du Yongxiao was going to pay the bill, so he stretched out his hands cheerfully.

What Du Yongxiao took out from his pocket was not a wallet, but a document—a plainclothes police officer's document!

"Excuse me, boss, how much is it?" Du Yongxiao waved the ID in front of the boss with a pleasant smile.

The fat boss's eyeballs almost fell out, and now he wanted to die. He never thought that Du Yongxiao was not some noble son, but a bad guy!

"Why didn't you say you were a bad guy?" The fat boss cried.

"It seems like you shouldn't be entangled with this now, should you?"

"Yes, you are right!" The fat boss tactfully opened the cash drawer, reluctantly took out 300 yuan from it, and handed it to Du Yongxiao: "Is it enough?"

"Inspector Yan Xiongyan, he is my officer, and I respect him very much!"

The fat boss was helpless, took out two more and handed them to Du Yongxiao: "Five hundred, that's a lot!"

"Inspector Yan has always been vengeful! If he learns that Your Excellency scolded him just now—"

The fat boss hurriedly took out another hundred and stuffed it: "Six hundred, no more!"

"Dare to ask the boss how many people in the family, do you like going to sea?"

The fat boss's eyes darkened, and he took out a few more and stuffed them to Du Yongxiao: "One thousand, please spare me!"

Du Yongxiao stuffed the money into his bosom, patted his pockets, and said righteously to the fat boss: "Trust me, I'm not that kind of person! But I also know that if I don't accept the money, you will have trouble sleeping and eating." , so I had no choice but to do what I could—by the way, order a few more cups of milk tea for me, and you should know better than me how many people are in Inspector Yan’s office! As for my cup, I won’t give it up!”

After Du Yongxiao finished speaking, he nodded towards the boss, then turned and walked towards the police station.

The fat boss in the back beat his chest and stamped his feet: "1000 yuan, is that all gone? It's your mother's!"

"What did you say?" Du Yongxiao turned around.

"Oh, let me ask if you want to add sugar to your milk tea?"

Du Yongxiao didn't turn his head back, but waved his hand: "Anything!"

(End of this chapter)