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

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The break room is located outside the office.

Four men in police uniforms sat there with stern faces. As law enforcement officers, they naturally possessed an intimidating presence. This was the first time they had been blocked from entering the building and forced to wait outside in such a frustrating manner, so they were certainly in a bad mood.

After waiting for a full hour, someone finally came to inform them that Wang Yaotang had time. Just as they got up to go over, they were stopped again.

"What? A body search!" Qu Zhihao, who was in charge, had a gloomy face and was about to lose his temper.

“Yes.” Lu Shaotao looked down at the other person.

“What right do you have? You’re breaking the law, breaking the law in front of the police! I can sue you!” Qu Zhihao stepped forward.

Lu Shaotao curled his lip, "I just don't trust you. I think people like you might endanger the chairman's safety. The chairman's safety is above all else. What's the problem?"

"We are police officers."

"What's wrong with the police? There are plenty of police officers who break the law: corruption, murder, drug trafficking, smuggling. Do you want me to list them all?"

"You!" Qu Zhihao gasped for breath, then turned around sharply and said, "Zhang Junjia, you stay outside."

After saying that, he handed over the gun he was carrying.

Once it was settled, he took a step to leave, but Lu Shaotao reached out and stopped him again.

"What are you doing now!" Au Chi-ho really wanted to punch him. After graduating from university, he received rigorous training in MI5, including intelligence gathering and analysis, counter-espionage and counter-subversion, and political stance. As soon as he returned to Hong Kong, he held an important position in the Political Department. He was always superior to others. When had he ever been humiliated like this!

Lu Shaotao smiled contemptuously and waved his hand. Two men carrying metal detectors stepped forward. "Hands out, feet apart."

"What are you looking at? If you want to see the chairman, you have to undergo an inspection. Don't believe me, you lackeys of imperialism?"

Zhou Baixian and Xu Jialang looked at Qu Zhihao.

Qu Zhihao closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had to see the person this time. He told himself that the mission was the most important thing, and silently raised his hands.

"Drip..."

"Drip..."

The metal detector quickly sounded an alarm, and metal buckles, a lighter, a microphone hidden in the collar, and a miniature recorder on the waist were all found.

Lu Shaotao slammed the tape recorder to the ground and stomped on it until it was smashed. "I knew you British lackeys wouldn't behave yourselves."

Qu Zhihao lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly, looking angry, but a hint of contempt flashed in his eyes. A bunch of fools who can't see the world, you have no idea how great the technology of the British Empire really is!
The three men walked into Wang Yaotang's office with grim faces. They immediately saw the young man sitting behind the large desk. Their eyes met, and Qu Zhihao's heart skipped a beat for no reason. There was not a trace of emotion in that gaze.

Sha Ze pointed to the sofa next to him, gesturing for the three of them to sit down.

There was no tea or coffee. Sha Ze pressed a switch on the table, and immediately, a jumble of white noise filled the air. The three of them looked pained for a moment and instinctively raised their hands to cover their ears.

Downstairs, in a van on the street corner a hundred meters away, two people wearing large headsets screamed "Ah!" and quickly ripped the headsets off, frantically rubbing their ears in pain.

A white noise generator and an ultrasonic jammer are installed here.

"You!" Qu Zhihao suddenly stood up from the sofa, his face filled with anger and fear.

"Holy crap, this is hilarious! These idiots are just full of crap." Wang Yaotang burst into laughter, laughing so hard he almost fell over.

Sha Ze, Lu Shaotao, and the others also burst into laughter.

The three men, including Qu Zhihao, turned pale and then flushed, and their bodies trembled.

"You had a great time performing outside, didn't you? You thought you'd successfully fooled them with the tape recorder? Hahaha, just kidding! The cameras recorded everything. You're such a clown!"

Wang Yaotang laughed and stood up from his seat, clapping his hands and praising, "You are the evergreen of love-struck, the pillar of the Joker, the mascot of McDonald's, the big boss of Gotham City, the highest number in a deck of cards, and a major client of Batman. But you, my friend, you are the real Joker."

"Go back to Gotham quickly, Batman said he won't hit you anymore."

"I was in a bad mood after a long day at work, but thanks to you, I feel much more relaxed now."

"Thank you! You must come again next time."

"Hahahahaha!"

Qu Zhihao and the other two looked embarrassed and angry, and when they saw Wang Yaotang holding Sha Ze's shoulder, they laughed so hard they couldn't straighten up.

"You, you, you..." Qu Zhihao's face turned red, and he pointed at Wang Yaotang with trembling hands, but he couldn't say a word.

The original plan was to remain silent, believing that as long as they could meet with someone and raise the issue, they would be able to collect the recordings they wanted.

They were absolute elites trained by the Military Intelligence Bureau, and dealing with a mere street thug should have been a piece of cake for them, but they ended up being completely outmaneuvered.

"Au Chi-ho: 29 years old, born in Causeway Bay, Hong Kong. He entered the Department of Humanities at Hong Kong Baptist University at the age of 18. After graduating at the age of 22, he joined the police force. At the age of 24, he went to London, England for a police exchange program. At the age of 25, he participated in training at the Military Intelligence Department. At the age of 27, he returned to Hong Kong and joined the Special Branch, and subsequently..."

"Pak-yin Chau: 32 years old, born in Kowloon, Hong Kong, graduated from St. Paul's Secondary School, entered the Police Training School at 19, joined the police force at 21, attended the Detective Training School at 24, and went to London, England at 28..."

"Hui Ka-long: 35 years old, born in Kowloon, Hong Kong..."

Wang Yaotang threw the documents on the table and looked at the three men with a mocking expression. "You bunch of little traitors, you think you're so well hidden? Someone brought you detailed information as soon as you came in. Did you think the car downstairs was well hidden?"

"Those idiots are in the hospital now!"

“You surnamed Wang, this is a crime! You, you, you…” Qu Zhihao’s face turned ashen. He never expected that the surnamed Wang would be so crazy as to dare to lay a hand on the people in the Political Department.

"Yeah, so what? Sue me then? Do you have any evidence?" Wang Yaotang spat. "This is Hong Kong, my territory. You think you're worthy to mess with me!"

"Spread out their family information and have someone take good care of these traitors."

"You dare, you surnamed Wang!" Qu Zhihao and his two companions stepped forward to rush forward, but Sha Ze and Lu Shaotao stepped forward to block them.

“What wouldn’t I dare to do? You guys like to lick the boots of those British devils, so what are you doing on my Chinese soil? What, you can’t go? No problem, I’ll help you.” Wang Yaotang laughed, “Arrange for a few black men to take care of their whole family.”

"Don't be so rigid about gender!"

He pressed a button on the table, the door opened, and several security guards rushed in and forcibly threw the three people out.

The four of them emerged from the elevator looking disheveled and quickly ran towards the street, where they could see police tape cordoning off the area in the distance.

Just now, a speeding truck crashed into a minivan on the street corner. The vehicle was thrown more than ten meters. The three people responsible for listening in were not wearing seat belts. The vehicle was not very spacious, as it contained a lot of equipment. The three of them suffered several broken bones from the back-and-forth collisions and have now been taken away by ambulance.

The mangled listening vehicle was parked on the side of the road waiting for a tow truck. Scattered parts and bloodstains could be seen through the doors.

A large number of police officers cordoned off the area, but they were still unable to stop the reporters who had gathered around from snapping photos.

"Excuse me, what is the purpose of the equipment on this vehicle?"

"Excuse me, why is this van modified with so many instruments? Is it for espionage purposes?"

"Did the vehicle modification receive approval from the Transport Department? Is it an illegal modification?"

"Under what organization, company, or individual is this vehicle registered to? Given that such modifications resulted in serious injuries to the occupants during the collision, are they eligible for insurance compensation?"

These questions were clearly traps, so how could the police dare to answer them? One by one, they put on a blank face and pretended to be dead, silently enduring the reporters' onslaught.

Hearing the reporters' questions, Qu Zhihao and his three companions turned pale and immediately lowered their heads, afraid of attracting the reporters' attention.

It's obviously impossible!
Many of these reporters had been notified in advance and started snapping photos of the four of them.

"Make way, make way, we don't accept interviews!" The four people covered their faces, forced their way through a passage, and ran away.

The Watergate scandal was unbearable for the siblings, so the Hong Kong Royal Police would be even less able to withstand a scandal like wiretapping.

Spy organizations have been deeply hated throughout history!
Which Hong Kong tycoon would want to be wiretapped? Putting aside whether any illegal activities would be exposed, their personal privacy shouldn't be violated. Even the media, which usually champions the "right to know," hates this kind of thing. The media has even more filth to it, and they would definitely report on this kind of thing severely!
The Transport Department will definitely come forward to deny that the modifications to the vehicle were legal, and they wouldn't have any records of it.

As the intelligence agency of the British Hong Kong government, the Special Branch served colonial rule and was above ordinary law enforcement agencies. The British Hong Kong government would tacitly acknowledge the 'legitimacy' of this modification based on the needs of intelligence work, but this could not be made public.

Then there's the police. The Telecommunications Ordinance, enacted in 63, allows authorities to intercept telecommunications under certain special circumstances based on the practical needs of combating crime, but it does not constitute wiretapping!
Without relevant laws, the police cannot admit that the vehicle belongs to the police.

As for the insurance claims of the three injured, capitalists don't care whether you're from an intelligence agency or British; capitalism knows no borders, so they won't pay out!
If insurance doesn't cover it and the political department doesn't recognize it, these people are considered unregistered residents and have no way of paying for expensive medical bills.

Traitors and lackeys deserve to die!
At police headquarters, Han Yili was shocked to receive news that the vehicle used for eavesdropping had been hit and that the scene was surrounded by a large number of media. He broke out in a cold sweat and immediately demanded that the vehicle be towed away and dealt with as soon as possible.

As the tow truck arrived, several Toyota Hiace vehicles also arrived. After getting out of their vehicles, the drivers loudly called out to the reporters on the scene, "Anyone who wants to follow can get in the car, it's free, free, free!"

Don't ask where the car came from; it was sponsored by a kind-hearted young man surnamed Wang who wishes to remain anonymous.

The damaged vehicle was towed away, and the scene was about to quiet down when several security guards in black uniforms suddenly appeared and loudly announced, "Mr. Wang Yaotang is ready to give an interview about this matter." At that, a large group of reporters swarmed around him.

After going through security and entering the reception room, Wang Yaotang, wearing a light blue shirt, walked in with a smile and waved to everyone after he was almost ready. "Wow, I know a few of you. You were in the interview before."

"Wang Sheng!" Several reporters trembled with excitement.

After exchanging a few casual words and showing his approachable side, Wang Yaotang said with a smile, "Without further ado, let's see the photos!"

More than a dozen enlarged photos were sent over, some showing the interior equipment of the vehicle, and some showing brand-new equipment. A comparison revealed that they were the same type.

What a coincidence! Wang Yaotang also has this equipment. Don't ask what he brought it back for...

Needless to say, the manufacturer and equipment model were laid out with solid evidence. The reporters were immediately excited. Eavesdropping, espionage—many reporters had already prepared scathing articles in their minds.

Due to its unique geographical location and political situation, the British Hong Kong government was unable to completely control the Hong Kong media!

"Where did the vehicle come from? Through what channels did the eavesdropping equipment enter Hong Kong? Who modified it? What are the identities of the people in the vehicle? How can we investigate this information?" Wang Yaotang said to himself, "Actually, it's not difficult to investigate this. We can trace it from the engine number and the chassis number."

"As for the identity information of the injured in the car, it is not difficult to find out. Check the insurance, check the taxes, which insurance company, which channel the funds came from, whether taxes were paid, and where the legal income came from. All of these are recorded."

“In addition, you can also check academic qualifications, passports, when they left Hong Kong, where they went, and how long they stayed. All of this information is recorded, and you can get a lot of information by working backward.”

“Insurance companies, the Inland Revenue Department, Immigration Department, Kai Tak Airport, and schools—the records are kept in these different places. It’s impossible for them to all burn down at the same time,” Wang Yaotang said, raising his eyebrows. The reporters at the scene erupted in a commotion.

They don't really understand these things, but they understand human nature.

It would be strange if nothing had happened when Wang Yaotang, this wealthy tycoon, came forward to say these things, and the car accident occurred not far from his headquarters!

News, huge news!

My bonus for this month is here!

"Furthermore, we all have the 'right to know' and the 'right to supervise.' First, we need the 'Transport Department' to determine whether the vehicle modification was approved, and the Customs needs to provide confirmation. We also need to know whether the eavesdropping devices were brought into the port and whether they were subject to trial. If there was illegal modification and smuggling, the people in the vehicle are suspects. The investigation of the suspects is the responsibility of the police. We, the media, have an obligation to exercise our 'right to know' and 'right to supervise.' The basic information of the suspects has no right to privacy."

"Finally, we can also help insurance companies monitor hospitals to ensure that every medical expense comes from a legal source!"

"If you have a right, you should exercise it, otherwise it will expire and become invalid!"

"We've provided vehicles, food, and water for everyone outside. I, Wang Yaotang, am sponsoring the logistics of this interview event. Everyone, let's get moving and charge!" Wang Yaotang waved his hand and shouted loudly, "Let them see what an uncrowned king is like!"

The reporters left excitedly, but Wang Yaotang made a phone call to Uncle Shao and Qiu Degen, who hesitated for a moment before agreeing to do the reporting.

Uncle Siu doesn't want TVB to get involved in politics, but this kind of wiretapping is so disgusting that it's unacceptable not to speak out.

After calling the two men, Wang Yaotang called Li, Zheng, Guo, Xu, Bao, Huo, and others one by one, hoping that they would all come forward to express their opinions on this eavesdropping behavior. "Don't say that this kind of thing has nothing to do with you. If they can eavesdrop on me today because of some conflicts, how can you guarantee that they haven't eavesdropped on you? Just because you haven't discovered it doesn't mean that it hasn't happened."

"The Embroidered Uniform Guard won't care whether you're a member of the imperial family or not when they investigate!"

"You can't wait until the guillotine is on your neck before you scream in pain!"

If no one had made the suggestion, they could have remained silent or expressed their dissatisfaction privately. However, since Wang Yaotang mentioned who he had contacted during the phone call, remaining silent now would not only offend the man surnamed Wang but also ruin their reputation in the wealthy district.

Besides, the statement has already been signed, and the future belongs to the hometown. Wang Yaotang is the most outspoken supporter, and no one can be sure that there aren't other forces behind him.

As for whether standing up and criticizing them will offend Little Britain, well, you guys are just useless!

Wang Yaotang is now a well-known tycoon in Hong Kong, not to mention that he also holds the card of Sheng Yi, and with a little effort, he can make things escalate.

Police headquarters, transportation department, customs, tax department... all had large numbers of reporters blocking the entrances demanding interviews, and each department was in a state of chaos.

The existence of the Special Branch is public knowledge within its structure, but its functions are kept secret. For Hong Kong people, they are certain that there is a 'spy' department, but they do not know exactly which one it is.

However, this is a semi-public secret among insiders, but it looks like it's about to be leaked.

The Transport Department is the first to break down; the license plate number is right there, and if they can't find it, then it's an illegal vehicle...

After the interview, the reporters cheered as if they had conquered a high ground on the enemy's side.

The news of the Transport Department's surrender was quickly relayed to the other 'units' via pager notification, and soon after, Customs also surrendered.

Hong Kong's Chapter 60 Import and Export Ordinance stipulates that imports that may be used for military purposes or related to weapons of mass destruction require a license issued by the Director of Trade and Industry.

Having a license requires an import company, which absolutely cannot be made public; otherwise, it can only be considered smuggling...

The enemy's second high ground has been captured!

The news of victory echoed once again over Hong Kong with the sound of 'BB'.

The Inland Revenue Department is still holding on!
Taxes were indeed paid, but the source of funding was 'police work'. Can I disclose that?
The database was immediately sealed off, and after being located by designated personnel, it was burned on the spot!

The tax authorities stated in an interview that none of the three people in the car had paid taxes in accordance with the law!
Clean up the mess your police department made!
Han Yili was going crazy. There was no way he could leave work now, so he urgently contacted AIA Hong Kong.

(When Old Fireworks found the information, he was astonished: AIA... This is dark humor.)

The Royal Hong Kong Police Force's insurance system was a hybrid model of 'government subsidies + individual contributions'. Compensation for deaths in the line of duty and work-related injuries was usually funded by the Hong Kong government through the Police Force's account as part of its welfare benefits.

The source of these funds is very clear, and this information is essential as part of the claims process.

But what if the news leaks? Will the reputation of the police be ruined?

Although he already had a terrible reputation, that guy surnamed Wang was like a mad dog; once he bit, he wouldn't let go, and the police couldn't handle it!

Delete it, it absolutely must be deleted!
After decades of cooperation and complex relationships, if the news hadn't escalated, a small financial loss would have been acceptable. But now it's clearly blown up, and our 'friendly nation' doesn't want to be associated with a spy organization; it would cause alarm...

The only option is to destroy the relevant materials.

Not only does 'Friends' want to destroy the data, but the police also want to destroy all the data on the three people.

None of the three had ever worked within the police force!

This task is very complicated; there's too much data, and it's difficult to completely cover it up.

The news of the police giving an interview immediately went viral!

Media: Who has access to these resources? We won't say...

Without intervention from insurance companies or the police, the hospital took the initiative, providing emergency treatment out of humanitarian concern before immediately ceasing services and beginning to collect medical bills...

They've been labeled spies, and there's a notoriously vengeful tycoon behind it all, driving the hospital crazy!

No money?

If you're broke, you'll have to go outside to die!
The families of the three men were naturally outraged. "We've been police officers for so many years, risking our lives for you, and now you're denying it?"
But the three seriously injured men are still persevering, and all their efforts are for the Great Britain to be great again!

All of this was caused by ***. The three of them sacrificed themselves for freedom and democracy, and they will go to heaven!

loyalty!

Inside the ward, the family members were still struggling when reporters waiting to watch the drama outside suddenly parted to let in a few young people.

"Go to hell, you traitorous dog! You're the only one with a screw loose. Do you think people treat you like dog shit, something to be used and flushed away?" Gao Lishi strode in, spat fiercely, and shouted, "The police don't acknowledge these people, and the tax office says they haven't paid taxes. Well then, their assets are illegal assets!"

"Check their records for houses, cars, and large purchases. The property certificates and vehicle registrations aren't going to disappear!"

"Of course, it's not impossible that some mysterious force might exert its power. If it disappears, then it's black, and black things should be confiscated!"

"Fuck your mother, you traitorous dog! You use me and then throw me away? You'll be sleeping on the streets with your wife, parents, and kids!"

"But don't worry, I, Gao Lishi, am the most helpful person. I'll provide your wife with a house to work as a prostitute. I'll help her promote it. I've never tasted what it's like to be the wife of a traitor. Don't worry, your wife will definitely have a lot of customers!"

"I guarantee I'll fill your wife up every day, so you can lie in bed with the kids and watch, she'll be moaning away!"

"My stomach was rumbling as I walked, hahaha!" Gao Lishi laughed wildly, and the sound of camera shutters clicking filled the air.

What's wrong with playing a villain? If you're targeting traitors, that's a merit!
"You, you, you, I'll kill you, I..." The three struggled violently in anger, their wounds reopened, their blood pressure soared, and they fainted instantly.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't die! Otherwise, the show will be ruined!" Gao Lishi roared. "Doctor, doctor, save him! I'll pay for the emergency treatment, hurry up!"

"I'm such a fucking good guy!"

"Hahahaha!" (End of Chapter)