The Chief Detective Inspector is dead. I'm now the top police officer in Hong Kong!

Chapter 108 The Big Boss's Backing (14)

It all started with Blind Chung, the founder of the Wo Hop To triad, who first besieged a police station during an anti-French general strike. When triads encountered something they didn't like, blocking the police station with their gang of thugs had become a traditional tactic among gangsters. From the 50s to the post-millennium era, there were over a dozen incidents of besieging police stations with more than a hundred people. Smaller incidents with dozens of people were countless, more like a form of pressure.

This tactic isn't something small-time gangs can use, but it's very convenient for big-time gangs. They'll make a scene even if they're not in the right, and if they're even slightly in the right, they'll demand an explanation from the police.

Whenever there is social unrest or large-scale gatherings, triads are always at the forefront, using the opportunity to curry favor with political groups. When the New Kowloon triads besieged the West Kowloon Police District, various departments received the news, some were happy, some were worried.

Huang Ye leaned back in his recliner in his office, casually flipping through a newspaper, and said with a sneer, "Is the Lin family having internal strife with Xinji?"

"Never mind him, let's wait for the director to step in."

Hou Canxing brought over a cup of hot tea and said ingratiatingly, "He has a little bit of power and he's already thinking about taking revenge on his family. He even arrests people for something as trivial as counterfeit handbags. He won't last long in Yau Tsim Mong."

Huang Ye disapproved of the newly powerful reporter who disregarded the police. He was delighted to see the corrupt police, who had once worked closely with the Chaozhou gang, now turning against each other.

Dispersing a few dozen gangsters would be a simple matter for the West Kowloon Police District. But what if the matter reaches the Commissioner's ears? Could a mere trainee sergeant handle it?
Not to mention, Four-Eyed Dragon is no ordinary man. Sending people to the police station to demand his release is just a show of power, a way to grab attention. He'll definitely have to call the foreigners and discuss how to transfer Lin Tiansheng.

"A fortress is a fortress; it has no choice but to be in trouble at any moment." Huang Ye picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said with a mocking expression. He didn't think Lin Tiansheng was stupid enough to ruin New Memory's career so soon after taking charge of Mong Kok. Besides, Four-Eyed Dragon had just called, expressing his willingness to make peace, and everyone in the team knew that.

It seems that the group of corrupt police officers were unwilling to accept defeat and forced Lin Tiansheng to seek revenge.

He waited and saw if the corrupt police gang could put up a fight with the New Police, and hopefully beat them both senseless!
Ah Du, looking terrified and anxious, approached his superior and whispered, "Inspector Lin, the commotion outside is getting louder. I heard some people are even coming in minibuses. Should we release them first?"

As long as the gangsters don't actually fight, the police can't easily use force to disperse them. There's a big difference between the triads and the New Territories gentry; the former are spread across all three districts, encompassing all walks of life, and have a large number of members. The latter only occupy the rural areas of the New Territories and don't interfere in Kowloon or Hong Kong Island. When trouble breaks out, the triads rely on sheer numbers, while the New Territories gentry will seize weapons and fight head-on.

When triad gatherings occur, the police typically prioritize preventing their spread to avoid escalating into a major strike. Although the scale of this particular incident was small, the approach taken by higher authorities to resolve such situations has always been consistent.

Old Zhang's face changed upon hearing the salty abalone; he felt that Ah Tou was in trouble.

Lin Tiansheng slowly took out the restaurant's business card and asked, "What do you want for lunch? Should we order takeout?"

"Wow, what a master!" Adu sighed, somewhat admiringly.

Lin Tiansheng said cheerfully, "What's the rush? Fill your stomach first, then you'll have the energy to work. Let's wait for the director's orders."

Dickson Poon is a new generation businessman who grew up with Western education. He hates getting up early and doesn't arrive at Shun Fook Building on Granville Road in Tsim Sha Tsui East, Kowloon until almost 11 o'clock every day.

His new company shares an office floor with his father's company. Every day when he goes to work, he greets his father.

"Dad, you didn't go to the stables?"

Pan Jinxi was a horse owner at the Hong Kong Jockey Club and a close friend of Li Baoguo, chairman of the Bank of East Asia, and Yang Yuanlong, a textile businessman. These business tycoons often met to admire horses, play golf, and go fishing at sea. Pan Jinxi, with his graying hair, wearing a black suit, had a thin face, long wrinkles around his eyes, and a somewhat harsh appearance. He picked up a report from the corner of the table, tossed it in front of his only son, and said, "Take a look at today's briefing."

He poured his heart and soul into this only son, showering him with love and guidance, even personally teaching him how to do business. After all, having three daughters before finally having a son would be a dream come true for any wealthy family. Later, with the advancement of technology, friends advised him to have two more sons to carry on the family business, but he politely declined.

Now, the fact that he didn't spoil his child is the thing that brings him the most comfort.

Dickson Poon is a smart guy. He knew that what his father told him to watch was not a routine matter. He immediately noticed a media report, which was the police news broadcast by TVB that morning.

“You’ve already spoken to your friends in the police force, thanks a lot, Dad. I’ll wash your car for you tonight.” Dickson Poon’s eyes lit up.

Pan Jinxi shook her head: "You haven't encountered any trouble, why should I make a call? It would be a waste of my favor. It's a case handled by West Kowloon itself."

"Those counterfeit goods are made to look exactly like the real ones, and they are made by master craftsmen from the Times Factory."

Dickson Poon's eyes widened in surprise, and his tone was tinged with anger: "Same style, same label? Those gangsters have some nerve, daring to snatch food from a tiger's mouth and wreck my place. They're making it look so real, no wonder the police are investigating!"

He represented brands like Prada, Ralph Lauren, LV, and Jourdan. The documents stated that Xinji's counterfeiters only produced LV, Prada, and other brands of handbags. But the gangsters controlled the clothing factories, standing idly by. In two years, they easily expanded to Ralph Lauren and Jourdan women's wear.

Luxury handbag brands have a moat, unaffected by a few counterfeit bags. But if Ralph Lauren polo shirts and French Jourdan women's clothing were everywhere, customers really wouldn't buy them.

It's more painful for a rich person to wear the same clothes as a poor person than to walk around naked!

Pan Jinxi laughed and said, "If the police have nothing to do after they've eaten their fill, they can help you sweep the streets and crack down on piracy."

“Selling handbags is more profitable than selling drugs,” Pan Disheng said smugly. Pan Jinxi poured cold water on him: “So what? Selling drugs doesn’t involve taxes, but your agency and street vendors do. In the eyes of officials, handbag sellers aren’t necessarily more respectable than street vendors.”

"I did a quick check, and the officer handling this case has some connections. But his power isn't what it used to be. He's probably back in the game because he needs a big boss to back him up. His smuggling of handbags is somewhat due to his interest in the Pan family's influence."

Dickson Poon frowned: "Trying to please me?"

"Perhaps it's a case of using someone else to do someone else's dirty work." Pan Jinxi, shrewd and worldly-wise, said coldly, "But why not help someone who is doing you a reasonable and legal favor?"

He would never dabble in shady dealings, and there was no need to gamble on a mere inspector for political speculation. As a legitimate businessman, he had vast resources at his disposal and didn't need a small gang within the police force. But legal cooperation was always beneficial; if someone extended a hand, he should accept it and shake it, even if it wasn't for personal favor, just to become acquainted with them.

If it weren't for the fact that being a luxury brand agent was his son's business, he would have called the assistant director of the Kowloon District office long ago. He deliberately held it in his hand, intending to have his son personally intervene, so he said, "Go to West Kowloon and report the case to their commissioner, and support that officer. Remember to make some friends, don't just go off to the car dealership."

(End of this chapter)