Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 442, Section 23: Dragging Someone Down
The gold-spec case wasn't too big, and Guo Guohao ultimately passed it on to Tao Hua Mei, since this little devil was the youngest and had the most energy. However, the arms case was transferred to A-Zai.

After all, A-zai had a good relationship with the Political Department, and his classmate Yang Jinrong had already become the chief inspector of the Security Section of the Political Department.

After the task assignments were completed, Guo Guohao glanced at the time and, realizing it was almost time, announced the end of the meeting.

Peach Blossom Girl left with all the documents, feeling utterly hopeless. Ding Gou invited Bone Girl to relax and go home to change into clean clothes.

“Hey A-Zai, do you have time? I’ve arranged for you to play soccer with Shapison. I remember you played center forward in Wong Chuk Hang. Shapison has been on the bench for at least six years. The Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) doesn’t lack cases right now. You can show off your presence in front of the future top cop.”

"In these six years, even if you don't get promoted to superintendent, you should at least become a department head, CID would be good, or you could become the leader of the anti-triad unit and accumulate some merit for yourself."

A-zai had been with Kwok Kwok-ho the longest and was essentially promoted by Kwok Kwok-ho. In six years, he rose from a lowly clerk to a chief inspector and even obtained a bachelor's degree in criminal psychology through self-study.

From chicken to phoenix!
The promotion from Chief Inspector to Superintendent is not based on merit alone; it requires connections and the support of a boss. Otherwise, one cannot even manage to secure the annual donation quota of one million.

A-Zai was considered one of their own, but he had no powerful connections. Guo Guohao thought he should mentor this trusted younger brother and leave some goodwill between them.

A-zai looked conflicted, but in the end he shook his head helplessly: "Brother Hao, I know you mean well, but I have to go for a check-up with my dad today. Everyone in my family has something to do. My little sister has to work, and my younger brother has an exam. They can't leave."

"My sister asked me to thank you, saying she would treat you to lobster sometime. If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have been able to get a job as a legal assistant at Jin Law Firm, even though she only gets two hundred dollars a month for travel expenses."

"But as long as she successfully obtains her internship certificate and her lawyer's license, she will have finally made it through the tough times."

A-zai worked for Guo Guohao willingly, and even with gratitude.

For any big or small matter at home, as long as you tell Hao Ge, he can take care of it. Whether it's your younger sister's internship or your younger brother getting a scholarship to attend a church school, Hao Ge can handle it all with just a phone call.

Now they're still looking for opportunities to make their presence felt in Shapiro. Even if it's a powerful figure, it's nothing special.

Hearing that A-zai's father was going for a check-up, Guo Guohao felt helpless. At this stage, liver cancer is incurable, and moreover, A-zai's father's cancer cells have already spread, so he can only manage to survive.

"We're all brothers, so when it's time to speak up, we must speak up."

"Nothing is more important than Dad, you go ahead and get busy!"

Seeing that A-zai was too busy, Guo Guohao had no choice but to give up. He patted A-zai on the shoulder sympathetically, then took the folder and walked out of the conference room.

A stood in the meeting room for a few minutes to calm himself down, then left work and drove to pick up his father to take him to the clinic for a follow-up appointment.

A-zai had made an appointment for the doctor in advance. His father's limbs were already weak, so A-zai could only push his father forward in a wheelchair. After the examination, the doctor found that his condition was already very bad and immediately issued a hospitalization notice.

The doctor gave me a prescription, but it's useless; I need to book a bed myself.

This is a public hospital, and beds are in very short supply. You need to find scalpers or brothels, and it will cost at least three thousand dollars to buy a bed. Although public hospitals in Hong Kong have very low fees, including meals and nutrition, it only costs fifty dollars a day.

However, public and subsidized hospitals have only just begun to be classified, and they only got X-ray machines this year. Ultrasound will not be available until the second half of the year, and they cannot perform organ surgeries.

It's worth noting that this year, Hong Kong Medical School graduated fewer than 300 students, including both nurses and doctors. Hong Kong's medical licenses are valid in Commonwealth countries such as the UK, Canada, the US, Australia, New Zealand, and Singapore.

Furthermore, whether you study medicine or nursing, the costs are very high. If there's an opportunity to make a lot of money, probably no one would choose to stay in Hong Kong, even though Hong Kong doctors are practically robbers without knives.

A-zai is a cop, so he can't go to scalpers, and public hospitals can't operate on his father either. He stands with his hands on his hips, looking at his father, who is weak and listless in a wheelchair, and he is completely helpless.

This minute feels longer than a lifetime.

With no other options, A-zai walked to the self-service phone machine and dialed a number he never wanted to remember for the rest of his life.

An hour later, in a private room at the Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital, three PhD experts who had graduated from Oxford University Medical School were conducting a brief but precise diagnosis of A-Zai's father's medical case.

“A-Zai, don’t worry, these three are the top liver doctors in Hong Kong.”

A middle-aged woman wearing a Shu embroidered cheongsam walked into the ward and went to A-zai's side. She first glanced at A-zai's father, who was lying on the hospital bed with a pale face, and then comforted A-zai, whose face was numb.

What can I do for you?

A month ago, A received a letter containing a clue that was the key evidence he was missing.

It was thanks to this mysteriously obtained evidence that A-Zai was able to bring a notorious loan shark from the Number Gang to the dock and sentence him to eight years in prison.

During this month, such crucial evidence emerged one after another, helping him solve many cases and sending many gangsters to jail.

But the evidence wasn't free. A week ago, A met the beautiful woman beside him, who personally handed him the evidence and gave him two options.

The first option is for this beautiful woman to go to the Ministry of the Interior herself and tell you everything that has happened during this period.

The second option is simple: cooperate with her, leak information about Song Sheng, and secretly destroy the evidence against him.

The first path is a dead end. As long as this beautiful woman named Mei Feng walks into the Ministry of the Interior, A-zai's efforts over the past ten years will be completely wasted. Even if he passes the committee's trial, he will end up doing odd jobs in the General Affairs Department, dealing with trivial matters like parking spaces.

A-Zai also didn't want the second path. He had always dreamed of becoming a policeman, upholding justice, and handcuffing all the gangsters in the world.

However, this middle-aged woman named Meifeng did not force him. She simply left him a business card and told him to call her anytime after he had thought it through.

A-zai, who originally wanted to confess to Guo Guohao, hesitated again and again and did not say it. He kept it a secret until now, when his father's condition had completely deteriorated and he needed to have surgery.

"The Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) will find out, I'm dead!"

A-zai was like a piece of wood at this moment. After saying these two sentences, his eyes were lifeless.

Mei-Fung's job at Song Sheng Group was to drag people down with her. She was used to being dragged into this mess and being arrested. She smiled disdainfully, but her words remained gentle: "The Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) can't find you."

"The Ministry of the Interior won't even pay attention to you!"

"This is a charitable project between Tung Wah Group of Hospitals and Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital, which started five years ago."

“Your father started registering three years ago, but because there were so many people, he never got a spot. However, he received free medication every month. Last month, a fellow patient passed away, creating a vacancy. Since your father was ranked the highest, the spot went to Mr. Sun Kangnian.”

“The signatures for medication collection and the application forms for each year are all kept on record. The ranking of charities is determined according to the application time.”

"Even the Ministry of the Interior and the Independent Commission Against Corruption have no evidence to investigate you. What you need to do is very simple: write a statement of the situation, submit it to your superior according to the procedure, and apply for a family relief fund."

Meifeng, who had already arranged everything, glanced at A-zai's father on the hospital bed, sneered, and then gestured for A-zai to come out and find a secluded place to talk.

There are hardly any of Song Sheng's own people left in the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB). He finally managed to recruit a chief inspector, so he must make good use of him.

The two went up to the rooftop, enjoying the sea breeze and looking at Victoria Harbour in the distance.

"Have you been watching me for a long time?"

Hearing that he wouldn't be in any trouble, A-Zai's expression softened a little. He looked around and slowly opened his mouth, tentatively asking a question.

As if she had heard the biggest joke in the world, Mei Feng laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight. She laughed for about half a minute before saying breathlessly, "Don't be ridiculous! You're neither from Chaozhou nor have you ever worked with the Chinese detectives."

“You’re not one of us, you can’t make a living here.”

“Song Sheng is a generous tycoon. He sees you as pitiful and wants to give you this chance. Once things are settled, we’ll be even. You can go your way and we’ll go our separate ways. From now on, we’ll keep to ourselves.”

“The Criminal Intelligence Division must have discussed a lot of intelligence during their meeting. Was there anything about Handsome Winner? Was there anything about the gold medal?” Mei-Feng was pressed for time; she had to meet a major client that evening and didn’t have time to chat with A-Zai or waste her precious time.

Hearing Mei-Feng's words, A-Zai was also stunned. This ghost woman in front of him knew so much. She even knew about the Criminal Intelligence Department's briefing. She was really amazing!
“Handsome Sing has made it onto the list of top performers, and now the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau is keeping an eye on him. Chit-Shui Man is just a nobody, and Crazy Man has a diagnosis. Neither of these targets is a good match. Handsome Sing is a rising star. Although Shui Fong hasn't opened its doors yet, he has enough influence.”

"Taking down Handsome Sheng is a great achievement, and everyone in the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau will get a bonus!"

Now that he was already in the mud, A-zai had no more worries. He told Mei-feng directly that Handsome Sheng was the next target of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau!

Handsome guy won, but it wasn't a needle!?
Mei-Feng frowned immediately. Ever since Uesugi Etsu appeared in Hong Kong, she had been observing Handsome Sheng to see if it was possible to recruit him like she had recruited Boxing Champion Sheng and Robin.

When you're out in the game, all you want is money! As long as you pay enough, switching allegiances isn't a problem.

However, Mei-Feng didn't dare to show her face because of Liang-Zai's various actions after winning.

Yi Qun's Eight-Faced Buddha and Ya Zha Ku's Tian Si were both formidable characters, yet Liang Zai Sheng managed to manipulate them all. In the end, the police intervened and captured both Eight-Faced Buddha and Tian Si.

Yazaku's Tian Si is a yakuza member, not a lunatic or a fool. Mei Feng has been in contact with Tian Si and wants to discuss the distribution rights for the "Happy Pills".

However, Tian Si was too arrogant, and Yazhaku had long wanted to unify Hong Kong, so he would not choose to cooperate, and the two sides could not reach an agreement.

But arrogance isn't insane. To wipe out the entire An Yi Red Gang and bury them under his own cherry blossom tree—only a psychopath could do that.

Without a doubt, this is a frame-up.

Song Sheng once said that in this game, whoever benefits the most and survives to the end is the one who set up the game.

So, Handsome Sheng is that rascal who's up to no good!

But surprisingly, this blunder wasn't caused by a needle planted in the washroom by the police.

"What else did you say!"

If you can't figure something out, then think about it again in a few days. Meifeng continued to press for answers.

A-zai pondered for a moment, then shook his head to indicate no, but added, "There was a needle planted next to Handsome Sheng before, but it betrayed him and was taken out by someone."

“The Criminal Intelligence Department should have sent another person to Handsome Sheng’s side. This time they have obtained intelligence, but the Criminal Intelligence Department’s analysts have not yet finished with it. Only Guo Guohao and Bai Fengxian know the specific details.”

"When it comes to undercover work, the police station is extremely cautious; the fewer people who know, the better!"

Meifeng nodded and tentatively continued to inquire, "Are Professor A, Song Ci, and Professor K in the hands of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau, or the Political Department?"

Upon hearing Mei Feng's words, A-zai was also taken aback. He hadn't expected that Song Sheng didn't know the whereabouts of Professor A or Professor K either. As for who Song Ci was, he didn't know, since he hadn't participated in the arrest of the professors at all and was currently dealing with other cases.

The Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) has its own rules, and it is taboo to inquire about other people's cases without authorization.

"I don't know anything about the Political Department. None of my roommates would tell me any secrets about it. Asking me would be pointless. If I try to find out, even if I have a reasonable excuse, I'll end up on a blacklist."

"But I can say for sure that the O-Team doesn't have the professor's case, even though I'm not the one handling the professor's case."

“When such a big shot is caught, the alert level will definitely be at its maximum. Even if I'm involved in other cases, I'll still hear some rumors.”

A hesitated for a moment before steer the conversation back to his father: "How much money does my father need for medical treatment?"

"Late-stage liver cancer, the cancer cells have already spread, and only the most advanced treatment in Europe can be used. You know, there is a kind of miracle needle in Europe now, and one injection costs 40,000 Hong Kong dollars."

"After getting it done, although it won't bring your father back to life, it will allow him to have a good six months of quality life."

"But this kind of magic needle has side effects. The human body will develop drug resistance. At the beginning, it was once every six months, then once a week, then once every three days, until finally once a day."

"Some statistics show that, on average, liver cancer patients can live for two more years with the help of the 'miracle needle'."

"We are standing on the Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital, the most expensive private hospital in Asia. If a billionaire stays there and gets cured, he will become a millionaire. Even if you push a mountain of gold in, the Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital has a way to burn it all!"

Mei-Feng's words were very sincere. If you want to spend less money on treatment, go to a public hospital. But if you want to live, you can only choose Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital.

"I want my dad to get this kind of magic injection. He has suffered for the three of us siblings all his life, and I hope he can continue to live."

With a determined expression, A-zai revealed all his innermost thoughts.

"Sure, I can get it done with just a word."

“However, Mr. A, you need to demonstrate your value. Nobody wants to do business at a loss.”

Mei-Feng was very satisfied to meet the shrewd A-Zai. It was so comfortable talking to a smart person.

“Brother Hao has clues. He should know where the professor is, and Biao Jin is not safe. Someone is being wiretapped.”

A told everything he knew. He looked pained, but he had no choice but to do so for his father's sake.

Mei Feng nodded, opened her handbag, and took out a pager: "I'll talk to Mr. Sun's attending physician when I get down. The Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital has the 'miracle acupuncture' treatment. As long as the indicators are right, it can be used tonight."

"If the 'miracle needle' doesn't work, the doctor will recommend new alternative therapies to ensure Mr. Sun can comfortably spend his last few years."

"Remember to charge your phone. We'll meet again on the rooftop of the Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital."

The sea breeze on the rooftop was so cold that Mei Feng's face was distorted by the wind. She quickly left the rooftop to transfer money to A-zai's father's account.

Looking at the increasingly bright lights of Victoria Harbour in the distance, A-zai's face was covered in tears. The principles he had upheld for half his life were so valuable.

"Dear Teacher Li, we worked overtime and finally got what you wanted."

"Please look at this photo!"

Sang Biao, who has long hair, washed his hair and dried it with a hairdryer to welcome Teacher Li. He also changed into a clean shirt and sprayed some cologne on it.

However, the great Sister Judy remained holed up in her spacious office, cooking pork, and did not come out to meet her only benefactor.

“Sang Biao, every time I see you, I feel good, because you always bring me lucky hymns.”

Teacher Li beckoned with his finger, signaling the pretty girl dressed as a maid behind him to place the suitcase she was carrying on the table. Then he continued, "Sang Biao, please hand over your major discovery. Afterwards, we'll use this suitcase full of cash to have a little celebration."

"Boss, you're really generous!"

Sang Biao took a folder from his assistant behind him and handed it to Teacher Li with both hands, continuing to explain his hard work to the big spender: "Boss, we used Sister Judy's classification method."

"We arranged all the fragments neatly, scanned them into the supercomputer we assembled, and began analyzing them using analysis software designed by two Stanford geniuses."

"These two brilliant programmers have gone to work as analysts at the CIA headquarters in Langley because of this groundbreaking design software."

“We analyzed and reconstructed the information based on the paper color and font, and found many clues. However, the only document you need is this one, and it is right here in your hands.”

Teacher Li smiled and opened the document, where she saw the order form she had been dreaming of.

(End of this chapter)