Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

On a large, pristine white bed, a white man in his forties, covered in chest hair and naked, had his hands cuffed to the headboard. A brown-haired woman, dressed only in a black leather jacket and black knee-high boots, stood at the headboard and was stepping on him with her boots. The white man made sounds that were both painful and pleasurable.

"Jingle Bell……"

"Jingle Bell……"

The phone on the bedside table kept ringing and making noise.

He was having a great time and didn't want to pay attention, but the phone kept ringing.

"Fuck you!" the woman cursed as she unlocked his handcuffs and answered the phone. "You'd better have something really, really important to say, or I guarantee I'll come over and kick your balls right now!"

"Sir, Wang Yaotang has been brought back."

"Damn it, I don't care who this Wang Yaotang is. You're hitting me over something like this? Wait, who are you talking about? Explain yourself!"

“Wang Yaotang, the person in charge of the Tsim Sha Tsui branch of the He Sheng Yi triad, the one who has recently had a major falling out with the Fang family.”

"Why were you brought back?" August Fox asked, looking completely bewildered. "What did he do this time?"

"Uh...it was the action team that arrested him. They said they received a tip and then found over ten kilograms of goods in his nightclub warehouse," the subordinate whispered.

"Didn't he never deal in drugs?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's just a disguise."

"No, this isn't right. You fucking explain yourself clearly, who went to arrest him?" After listening to his subordinate's report, August Fox kicked the bedside table a few times, frowned and thought for a moment, "It's after get off work hours. I went to a friend's party, got drunk and spent the night at a hotel. Damn it, whoever caused the trouble should deal with it. I don't know anything about it."

……

"Boss, Wang Yaotang's lawyer is here, a top-tier practicing lawyer, he wants..."

"No bail? Do I even need to tell him? Get him out of here!" Wang Yuanzhi waved his hand impatiently. "Wait, come back. What did the higher-ups say?"

The subordinate came over and whispered, "We can't get in touch with Fox."

"Damn his mother! Where was he when we were collecting the money? We couldn't reach him!" Wang Yuanzhi cursed, his face ashen. He paced back and forth in the room, then walked to the window and looked outside. Under the streetlights at the front door, there were many figures, including reporters and He Shengyi's men.

"What about the idiot?"

Speaking of this, the subordinate's lips twitched. "He told us to immediately go to the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) and turn ourselves in, telling us not to have any illusions, saying that the internal investigation department couldn't handle it, and that there was this 'leniency for confession, severity for resistance' thing, saying that if we continued, we would only fall into the abyss, and that our families would also suffer a terrible death..."

"Fuck you!" Wang Yuanzhi's face grew increasingly grim as he listened. He rudely interrupted his subordinate, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath, his body twitching slightly.

Slightly unsteady, he walked to the desk, reached into a drawer, and took out a silver cigarette case. His hands trembled as he rummaged through it, finding a cigarette without a label. His subordinate immediately lit it for him, and Wang Yuanzhi took a few deep drags. His expression gradually relaxed, and he leaned back against the desk, squinting.
After finishing a cigarette, he perked up again. "Let's go see this bastard."

"Damn it, who does he think he is? We're the police, he's just a short, ugly mule!"

trial room.

“Let’s see who this is. Wow, the legendary swordsman, Double Flower Red Stick, God of Wealth Yao! Oh dear, what’s he doing in the detention room?” Wang Yuanzhi looked down at Wang Yaotang, who was wearing handcuffs, with his head held high.

Wang Yaotang's gaze swept across the three faces, a smile playing on his lips. "How many years have you been a policeman?"

The man surnamed Wang wasn't angry at all, and even gave an irrelevant answer, which made Wang Yuanzhi frown.

"What is your family background? Do any of your elders have been police officers?"

"Judging from your stupid looks, there isn't any."

"What the hell do you mean?!" Wang Yuanzhi's temper flared up again.

"What educational background? Do you have a university diploma? Okay, I shouldn't have asked that. I can tell you guys are stupid that you definitely don't."

"No this, no that, how the hell did you get to the position of Chief Inspector?" Wang Yaotang sneered. "Think about it, with your drug-tainted brains, how many police inspectors without any background or education can reach this level?"

"What the hell makes you think you're special among tens of thousands of police officers? Just because you're ruthless and unscrupulous?"

"Ha, ptooey! There are plenty of people who will stop at nothing, do you think you're the only ones who would do that? You could at least be more believable if you said you sold your ass to get ahead!"

"A bunch of black gloves that could be discarded at any time. Instead of thinking about how to clear their names, they're causing trouble everywhere. Tonight is your last chance. Either turn yourselves in, or indulge yourselves with good food, drinks, and fun. You're not going to live much longer."

"Bullshit!" Wang Yuanzhi's face was contorted with rage, veins bulging on his neck. He was about to pounce on Wang Yaotang when he was grabbed by two men behind him.

"Get out of here! Get out of here! I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill this bastard!"

"Boss, boss, calm down. So many reporters have taken pictures. If he's even slightly injured, we'll have a hard time explaining ourselves." The two subordinates looked just as bad, as if a huge rock was pressing on their chests, but they still held onto Wang Yuanzhi tightly.

After venting his anger, Wang Yuanzhi pointed at Wang Yaotang, gritted his teeth, and seemed about to say something, but in the end he just snorted coldly and walked away.

After leaving the interrogation room, Wang Yuanzhi went through the back door of the police headquarters, found a phone booth, and yelled, "Old bastard, you think you can wash your hands of this? You think you can do it properly?!"

"Are you fucking crazy? Why are you grabbing him?!"

"Why would I arrest him? Wasn't it his idea to shut down the business? Are you still the boss? I'm ashamed of you, being manipulated by your subordinates."

"If there are other money-making businesses, it's only a matter of time before they have to be shut down. I've already found you a new business, how am I supposed to know that guy will cause trouble?"

"Don't give me that, old man. Let me tell you straight, shit is shit, it can't be washed away. What do you want to do? Get ashore yourself and then hold other people's dirt on you? Ha, wash yourself ashore? Wash your corpse ashore! Nobody on this line will agree to that."

"What would I do with your incriminating evidence? I'm about to retire, and it's only useful for self-protection. Talking to me about these things is useless."

"Kill that guy surnamed Wang, and Tsim Sha Tsui, Jordan, and Yau Ma Tei will all be your territory. We'll all make money together. Think it over carefully. There's no precedent for getting out of this kind of situation!" With that, Wang Yuanzhi slammed down the phone.

If he hadn't been unable to act at the police station... After spitting out a curse, Wang Yuanzhi retreated back into the shadows.

On the other end, Tigu Dong hung up the phone, his face extremely ugly. "Kill Wang Yaotang? Have you lost your mind? You have more than a dozen people protecting you every day. If that guy finds out you have such thoughts, hehe, let's see who dies first!"

……

Wang Yuanzhi was the chief inspector, but he was only a chief inspector. Since he was in the system, he had to abide by the system's rules. When Jiang Zhizhen and the people from the Internal Investigation Department appeared at the same time, he had no choice but to open the interrogation room door and let Jiang Zhizhen in.

Jiang Zhizhen placed the plastic bag he was carrying on the triangular table and carefully helped Wang Yaotang open it.

"Did you get it from the restaurant?" Wang Yaotang asked.

"Yes, don't worry, I've been carrying it the whole time, no one else has touched it." Jiang Zhizhen said with a smile, "I've never seen anyone as careful as you, aren't you tired!" "Not tired at all, it's not like I have to do it myself, so what if it's a little tedious? What's the point of making so much money? Society is so dangerous, it's always better to be careful." Wang Yaotang laughed and picked up his water glass to gulp it down.

“Okay, you’re right.” Jiang Zhizhen smiled and pulled up a chair to sit down. “What happened? New Year’s Day, and you’re back in jail again.”

"Hey, do you think I want this? Don't tell me you can't get bail again."

"Uh...that guy doesn't agree for now."

"How long is this temporary period?"

"I heard you're going to sue the police force? What's going on?" Jiang Zhizhen changed the subject.

"They found over ten kilograms of heroin in the Dynasty Nightclub warehouse. Hah, they're deliberately framing me. It must be some old debt with Sheng Yi. Damn, they're really bold. Sometimes I really don't understand. Don't these people have brains? Don't they watch the news? Do they think I'm some nobody who can silence me with this kind of trick?" Wang Yaotang's face was full of incomprehension.

“Hehe, I’ve seen too many similar cases. In the first few years, I had the same question: Don’t these people have brains?” Jiang Zhizhen said with a smile. “Among them are many wealthy people, second-generation rich kids from privileged families, and senior managers of large companies. Many of them are elites in the eyes of the public, but they still did those brainless things. My mentor often said that reality does not need logic. Some people don’t care, some people are arrogant, and some people’s mistakes are just temporary brain short circuits.”

"So, don't overthink it, just focus on solving the problem."

“Indeed.” Wang Yaotang nodded, then suddenly laughed as he thought about it. “I suddenly understand Councilor Fang’s feelings. Tomorrow’s newspapers will definitely be full of related reports. The media doesn’t care about the truth. Even if they know I’m being framed, they will still report that I spread drugs because it will increase sales. When things really take a turn for the better, they will continue to report on it and sell another batch of newspapers.”

"Damn it, there's always a way to make money!"

Jiang Zhizhen burst into laughter, "I bet Councilor Fang will laugh three times when he finds out about this. Serves him right!"

"So, there's no other way but to go along with the media's wishes, sue the police department, the bigger the commotion the better. As long as it increases newspaper sales, they'll help me with publicity." Wang Yaotang shook his head with a wry smile. "Damn it!"

“You’ll be staying here tonight. It’s not like it’s your first time here, you’re quite familiar with it.” Seeing that Wang Yaotang had finished eating, Jiang Zhizhen stood up with a smile. “The bail matter will have a result tomorrow morning. If things are as you say, Assistant Director Cabel of the Criminal Investigation Department definitely doesn’t know about this yet, and you can come out for lunch tomorrow.”

……

Routine morning meeting.

I briefly recounted what had happened that day, and was just packing up to finish when someone pushed open the meeting room door.

The secretary came over and whispered in Cabel's ear, "The Internal Investigations Department just called. They received a complaint last night... Also, the Commissioner's secretary just came over to inform us that the Wan Chai High Court received a complaint filed by Wang Yaotang's lawyer, accusing the Hong Kong Police Force of 'spreading rumors' and 'infringing on his personal and company reputation.' The Commissioner has instructed the Criminal Investigation Department to submit a relevant report as soon as possible."

Kabel's expression stiffened little by little. Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on? How did that bastard get arrested again?

With a blank expression, he looked at Chief Superintendent Arthur North of the Narcotics Bureau, "Did you know that your men arrested Wang Yaotang? Last night, they even found more than ten kilograms of flour in the nightclub?"

A look of confusion crossed Arthur North's face as he turned to look at Senior Superintendent August Fox of the Operations Department.

August Fox also looked bewildered, quickly standing up from his seat. "I'll go find out what's going on right away."

Half an hour later...

Cabel asked expressionlessly, "So, you're trying to tell me that the action team acted on their own initiative, without a search warrant, and now they have no evidence other than a dozen kilograms of flour?"

"is it?"

“I’m sorry, sir,” August Fox said, bowing his head.

"Then tell me what to do now? With the court already accepting the lawsuit and without any damn evidence, you expect the magistrate to issue a search warrant dated yesterday?" Cabel growled in a low voice.

August Fox lowered his head and remained silent.

Cabel took a deep breath, walked over to Fox and whispered in his ear, "Fox, we can't stay stagnant; we need to learn to have a broader perspective."

Before the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) was established in 74, Cabel was just a police superintendent.

If he doesn't take it, how will the higher-ups take it? If the higher-ups don't take it, how will Ge Bai take it? If Ge Bai doesn't take it, how will everyone make progress?

"Let me tell you, when you work in the police force, you have to understand this relationship. It doesn't matter if this network is torn in one or two places; once it's repaired, it's a new network again."

"Sir, I... I'm a little flustered." August Fox swallowed hard.

"Slap!" Cabel slapped Fox hard on the shoulder. "Fox, it's okay to panic. I panicked the first time I did it too. But you can't keep panicking. Opportunities are rare. If you miss them, it will be too late to regret it."

“I understand.” Fox took a deep breath. “I’ll make the arrangements right now.”

"Very good, I believe you still have a lot of room for improvement."

……

An hour later, Wang Yaotang stood at the entrance of the police station, raising his hands to accept the flashes of reporters' cameras.

"Imagine you're drinking and singing with your family, and suddenly you get arrested by the police."

"Of course we have to file a lawsuit; we have no choice but to."

"Power must be caged!"

Wang Yuanzhi sat in the car, coldly watching Wang Yaotang give a speech.

"Boss, what do we do?" the driver asked in a low voice.

"What can we do? There's not enough evidence. We'll just release them. What more do you want? Lawsuit? That's a matter for the higher-ups. It's none of our business," Wang Yuanzhi snorted.

As the car drove out of headquarters, just onto Admiralty Road, a refrigerated truck 'lost control' and crashed into it from the side.

"boom!"

Wang Yuanzhi's car was pushed onto the sidewalk and then crashed into the adjacent green belt.

In the refrigerated truck, the driver shook his dizzy head, picked up a nearby bottle of liquor, and gulped down half of it, spilling the rest of the liquor all over the truck.

The car accident happened right before their eyes, and a group of reporters were all dumbfounded. Wang Yaotang also stood on tiptoe to look in that direction.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, "Isn't that Wang Yuanzhi's car?"

A deathly silence fell over the scene, and everyone looked at Wang Yaotang.

"I'll take it!" Wang Yaotang paused for a moment, then understood, turning to look at the headquarters building. "Damn, that's ruthless!" (End of Chapter)