Hong Kong Movies: I am Hongxing, what the hell is the intelligence king?

Chapter 18 The Chief of West Kowloon Police Station works as an assistant

How could Chen Xinjian dare to object?

There was unexpectedly a corrupt cop in the police force, and he was in such a terrible place as Organized Crime and Triad Bureau, which was a key department under his direct management.

Inspector Chen will not be able to sleep or eat well unless the termites are dug out.

I couldn't sleep that night and had no energy at work the next day.

Chen Xinjian stared at the boss's office eagerly. He thought that the boss had gone to Lin Feng to make a deal early in the morning, but who would have thought that this was not the case at all.

I waited and waited, but until eleven o'clock there was still no movement from the boss.

Superintendent Chen really couldn't help it, so he knocked on the door and entered the boss' office, only to find that the boss was tickling him with his love gun.

"Sir, should we go find Lin Feng to trade?"

Huang Bingyao's movements did not change at all, but he said:
"It's not us, it's me."

Chen Xinjian was all smiles:
"Boss, when are you leaving?"

Huang Bingyao solemnly placed the gun on the table and started to complain:

"Don't you think I'd rather go earlier?"

"I also want to catch the pests in the police force."

"I am more anxious than anyone else."

Chen Xinjian didn't believe it. If you are in a hurry, why don't you leave quickly?

Huang Bingyao saw Chen Xinjian's eyes:
"What's that look in your eyes?"

"Do you think I'm lying?"

"I'm telling you, Lin Feng specifically told us not to disturb him before noon yesterday."

Chen Xinjian was confused:
"Lin Feng has something to do this morning?"

Huang Bingyao cursed:

"Bullshit."

"He has shit to do with it."

"When we separated yesterday, Lin Feng specifically told me not to call him before noon."

"Said he wanted to sleep and rest."

Chen Xinjian was stunned:
"Sleeping until twelve o'clock? What kind of job is so easy?"

As soon as he said this, Superintendent Chen knew he had said the wrong thing.

Huang Bingyao looked at him like an idiot:
"I'm a gangster!"

Chen Xinjian quickly tried to make amends:
"Which gangster is so idle? Even the leaders of Sun Kee, Wo Lian Sheng and Hung Hing can't be so idle, right?"

Huang Bingyao was even more depressed:

"He is still a rich gangster."

As the big boss of Youwei Group, one of the richest men in Hong Kong, and also a gangster, it's natural that he can do whatever he wants.

At the same time, the two police chiefs had the same idea in their minds:
"Is it so comfortable to be a gangster?"

Huang Bingyao waved his hand and told Chen Xinjian to get out:
"Go do your thing. I'll go find Lin Feng to buy information after lunch."

"Remember, this matter is between you and me. No one else is allowed to know this news."

Chen Xinjian quickly agreed.

Time passed like a year. Huang Bingyao finally sat down to finish his lunch, lit three incense sticks to Guan Erye, and then returned to his office to make a phone call.

"Mr. Lin, are you up?"

Lin Feng said lazily:

"I just got up. Mr. Huang, do you have anything to do this afternoon? Come with me to do something."

"is that OK?"

I'm the Director of West Kowloon Administration and I want to accompany you to do business?

Do you think I'm your follower Li Fu?

I have a bad temper, be careful or I’ll cut you with my deadly scissor kick!

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Huang Bingyao smiled and said:
"Of course, serving the public is our police force's duty."

Huang Bingyao really didn't want to accompany Lin Feng to do things, he just wanted to buy the information back.

However, there is no other way. It is a buyer's market now, Lin Feng is the boss, and Huang Sir decides to sacrifice himself for the police force.

Twenty minutes later, Lin Feng got into Huang Bingyao's car:

"Mr. Huang, go to the Hong Kong Jockey Club."

Huang Bingyao was surprised:
"What will you do at the Jockey Club?"

Lin Feng sighed:

"I bought a few bets on a whim a few days ago, so of course I have to go to the Jockey Club to claim the prizes."

Huang Bingyao was speechless for a moment.

"There's no need to go to the Jockey Club for a small prize, right?"

Lin Feng shrugged: "I accidentally emptied the prize pool."

hiss!
Huang Bingyao took a breath and looked at Lin Feng like a god:

"Really?"

Lin Feng said impatiently:
"Is it fake?"

"My time is precious. I have to go back to study soon."

Huang Bingyao started the car doubtfully. He was really shocked and couldn't help but change the topic.

"Mr. Lin likes reading?"

Lin Feng followed suit and said:
"You police officers should have my file. I didn't have the conditions to study when I was a child. Brother Kun asked me to study, but I didn't have the heart to do it at that time."

"I later realized that if you don't read, you won't know whether people are good or bad. You will be sold and count the money for others."

“So, I just try to find some books to read.”

Huang Bingyao fell silent for a while after listening to this.

Is this the kind of knowledge a gangster should have?

Lin Feng became interested:

"In fact, reading is very interesting. Apart from large professional works, each book has its own unique character."

“Reading can make you communicate with the author, which is very interesting.”

Huang Bingyao was stunned when he heard this. Why didn’t he have such an experience when he was studying?

Oh right.

I became a policeman because I didn’t have good grades when I was in school.

My heart became even more sour.

The Jockey Club is easy to find and redeeming prizes is not complicated. You can claim your prizes after registering.

Huang Bingyao's eyes widened. He saw clearly that Lin Feng had won 100 first prizes, 500 second prizes, and countless third prizes.

Really emptied the prize pool.

The original prize was 20 million, but it was increased to 5 million!
The third prize was even more pitiful, at only 19,000 yuan.

Is this guy so lucky?

When Huang Bingyao thought that Lin Feng would earn another million soon, he could only feel envy and jealousy.

Back in the car, Huang Bingyao said sourly,

"You are not buying spinach, you are simply robbing money."

"More than 90 million..."

Lin Feng corrected his statement.

"No, this is better than robbing a bank."

"It's a pity that this thing can only rely on luck."

Huang Bingyao's eyes turned red:

"Do you still want to take out the prize pool every day?"

As long as the intelligence system is strong, what's wrong with taking advantage of the prize pool every day?
It's a pity that the information refresh depends on luck.

For example, today’s intelligence is three consecutive white crime intelligence.

Lin Feng stretched out his hand:

"Where's the money for the intelligence?"

Huang Bingyao said bitterly: "Mr. Lin, you just earned more than 90 million, do you care about this one million?"

Lin Feng frowned:

"Ninety million isn't a lot, it's just ninety million. Of course I care."

"Do you still want to trade?"

"If you don't want to, please send me back. I still have to study."

Huang Bingyao quickly took out a check:
"Give, give, give!"

Lin Feng checked it carefully and nodded with satisfaction.

Then he took out his checkbook, quickly wrote a check and handed it to Huang Bingyao.

Huang Bingyao's eyes widened——

The members of the club actually have checkbooks, can you believe it?!

Thinking back to Lin Feng's identity, he sighed secretly.

I just took the check in my hand, a little puzzled:

"Mr. Lin, why are you giving me two million?"

Lin Feng smiled and said:
"I just received a small sum of money. These two million will be considered as this month's donation to the police force!"

(End of this chapter)