Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings

"Brother Xiao! We brought these things as you ordered!"

In Du Yongxiao's office, Lai Pihua and Huo Qilin came to give Du Yongxiao a "vote certificate".

Du Yongxiao leaned on the chair, crossed his legs, and smoked a cigarette, looking like a boss.

Datouwen and Zhuang Dingxian stood behind him, with their chests up and their heads up, like two generals humming.

"Here is a three million HSBC promissory note, which can be cashed at any time!" Lai Pihua showed the money looted from Yan Xiong's house, "And here is the land deed, a building in Mong Kok worth 1.3 million. The three shops in Tsim Sha Tsui are worth 2.5 million."

"And these are jewelry calligraphy and paintings, this one is Qiu Ying's "Autumn Wind Falling Fan Picture", this one is Zhu Zhishan's Xingkai "Thousand Character Stickers"... This one is the emerald Avalokitesvara from the bottom of the old pit in Myanmar, this one is the best Excellent emeralds, all of which are of great value..."

Du Yongxiao smoked a cigarette, looked at the mountains of belongings in front of him indifferently, waited until Lai Pihua and the others finished introducing, and then said: "How much is the total?"

"A total of ten million."

"That's quite a lot!" Du Yongxiao smiled, "This time, I think Yan Xiong's old background will be hollowed out."

"Even if it wasn't empty, I took more than half of it." Datouwen laughed.

Lai Pihua and Huo Qilin also hurriedly laughed: "We have tried our best."

The corner of Du Yongxiao's mouth twitched, "I don't mean to blame you. Besides, I'm not a bad person, so I have to leave some things for Lord Yan. If he comes out with nothing, it's too pitiful!"

"Inspector Du, benevolence!"

Lai Pihua and Huo Qilin spoke in unison.

Du Yongxiao got up, looked at the HSBC promissory note, then at the land deeds and jewelry.

"Ghosts like cash very much! The headlines——"

"exist!"

"Cash the three million cashier's note first! Let's go visit the ghost!"

...

"Dear Du, I really like the afternoon tea at the Kowloon Peninsula Cafe."

The Peninsula Hotel,

outdoor cafe,

Under the parasol--

Chief Superintendent Ge Bai held coffee, looked at the sunset, and said to Du Yongxiao with a satisfied face.

"That direction is my hometown, yes, my beautiful British peninsula."

"Sir, there is a saying in China that goes as far as the heart goes, is home. Home is just a concept. It takes root and germinates gradually——slowly it becomes a home." Du Yongxiao said, facing Datouwen Snap your fingers.

Datouwen stepped forward and put a box at Ge Bai's feet.

"Open it and have a look. With it, you can have countless homes."

Ge Bai smiled, bent down and gently opened the box, glanced at it, closed it again, raised his head and said to Du Yongxiao: "I understand what you mean now. Yes, I really start to love the land of Hong Kong now." .”

"That's good! Cheers to your future new home, sir!" Du Yongxiao raised his coffee.

"haha ok!"

There are a full two million in the box, you can really buy a home, and it is still a villa level.

"Then about Yan Xiong's case—"

"I'll handle it." Ge Bai said, "But I'm curious, why did you help him?"

"No matter how wrong he is, he is still my master. I used to work with him in plain clothes."

"Du, you are a very emotional person. I like you. You are not cold-blooded and worth making friends with!"

"It's an honor to be able to work under the command of the chief."

"Haha, don't say that, we are friends, right?"

Du Yongxiao smiled slightly and raised his glass to invite: "Yes!"

...

"Brother Xiao, all three million has been given away! Ghost Ge Bai, Johnson, and Johnson, you have managed all of them, and now Yan Xiong's assets are still seven million, look—" Datouwen looked at Du Yongxiao.

Du Yongxiao was sitting in the car, pinching his chin: "Take out a reward of one million to the brothers! Chinese New Year is coming soon, everyone is working very hard during this time!"

Datouwen Yixi: "Okay, Brother Xiao!" You can imagine how happy the brothers will be when they find out.

In addition, one million is not a small amount, and Du Yongxiao rewarded his subordinates casually. This kind of atmosphere is incomparable.

"Another one million will come out, you, Baoyaju, Doujiqiang, Ren Darong, and Axian—" Du Yongxiao looked at Zhuang Dingxian who was in charge of driving, "Let's divide it equally! It's Chinese New Year, I'll reward you all! "

Datouwen could not close his mouth happily.

Zhuang Dingxian was also very excited, he hurriedly turned his head and said, "Thank you Brother Xiao!"

One million is divided into five parts on average, that is 200,000!

Two hundred thousand can buy a building in Wanchai!

In the headlines, Zhuang Dingxian and the others became charterers in one leap.

"As for the remaining five million, I will keep it in my name for the time being! Times Square is under construction, and money is needed everywhere, find an opportunity to help Yen invest first!"

"Understood!" Datouwen said with a smile, "Brother Xiao, you are thoughtful! If Yan Xiong finds out, he must be very grateful to you!"

...

"Ah!" Yan Xiong sneezed in the detention room, "I don't know who is speaking ill of me outside!"

In just three or four days, Yan Xiong's hair was already fluffy, his beard was unshaven, and he became extremely depressed.

Suddenly, he clutched his stomach.

Stomach turned upside down.

"Guard, here are some papers, I want to go to the latrine!" Yan Xiong shouted through the iron fence.

One guard was holding the radio and listening to the horse race, and the other guard was plucking his nose hair in front of the mirror, neither of them moved.

"Guard, bring some paper! My stomach hurts and I need to take a shit." Yan Xiong had no choice but to keep shouting.

The guard who plucked his nose hair got impatient, he copied a newspaper and threw it to Yan Xiong: "Use this one first!"

"Huh?" Yan Xiong picked up the newspaper and looked at it. It was rough and easily stained with ink. He was pampered and pampered outside, so he was not willing to use it.

"This newspaper is too rough, is there a finer one? Even if we don't have white cotton paper, Zheng Ji's bamboo paper will do!"

"Made, shit is endless! There are no paper drops, do you want a baton?" The guard with nose hair stood up and flashed his baton.

Yan Xiong shivered, and then remembered that he was no longer a detective, but a prisoner, "No need! No need! Just have a newspaper!"

Yan Xiong hurriedly apologized, grabbed the newspaper, walked towards the toilet, squatted down, took off his pants, his stomach hurt badly, but he couldn't pull it out, so he said: "Guards, can you stop looking this way? You look, I can't pull it out!"

"Look at you!"

"Mad, old glass!"

Yan Xiong lost all his dignity when he was scolded, but he didn't dare to reply, he could only hold his breath and try his best——

With the newspaper in his hand, he rubbed it vigorously to make the newspaper softer.

at this time--

Tuk tuk tuk!

Someone knocked on the door and came in,

"Yan Xiong, someone bails you out!"

Yan Xiong was holding back his strength, ready to take a leap, when he heard this, he flinched suddenly, "Who will release me on bail?"

The two guards were also very curious, who would dare to release a "heinous" criminal like Yan Xiong on bail?

The man said coldly: "Who else could it be? Of course it's the Kowloon Inspector, Du Yongxiao!"