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

Chapter 14. Three years have passed.
After visiting Ah Cong, Ma Delong and his two companions went to the hotel with Zhang Jinrong to collect the money. Each of them carried a backpack and left the room.

Zhang Jinrong, holding a cigarette, took a puff after the shrewd men dispersed and said, "Boss, when are you going to bring A-Yun, Zhihui, and Anquan back?"

"It's not that I look down on these kids from the pond, it's just that they're old buddies, and they're ruthless when it comes to doing things."

"Even bolder!"

Lin Tiansheng sat on the edge of the bed, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and sipped his tea, saying, "When you call people back, there has to be room for them. There's no reason to transfer three people into the Major Crimes Unit at once."

"Besides, Ah Yun, safety is not a big deal. I remember one of them was a traffic policeman in Tsuen Wan, and the other was a parking attendant for the Mobile Force at the Headquarters. But he already has two stars on his shoulders."

Of the former "Four Kings of Eating, Drinking, Gambling, and Prostitution," only Zhong Zhihui, nicknamed "Third-Rank Scholar," took a different path. After police reform, he passed the special talent program and was admitted to the London Police College.

Upon graduation, he was appointed as a probationary inspector. Two years later, he was promoted to senior inspector and is currently serving in the Criminal Intelligence Division. He has surpassed four others and is becoming a rising star in the police force.

Three years have passed since I left the pond. People who used to be able to get through to me are no longer necessarily my brothers!

Zhang Jinrong looked dejected and his eyes were filled with melancholy: "Zhihui, back then he was praised for his English, he was born smart and knew how to avoid trouble during exams."

"Why didn't I think of going to London back then?"

Lin Tiansheng rolled his eyes: "Because you know you're an idiot and won't pass the exam."

Zhang Jinrong picked up the pot, dripped two drops, and found that the wine was empty. He chuckled and said, "Then forget about wisdom. Yunzai, safety isn't much better than mine."

"Even if they can't be transferred to our side for the time being, we still need to communicate with them first, otherwise they'll think we've abandoned them."

Lin Tiansheng nodded slightly and said, "Call them and arrange a place to have dinner in a few days."

"It's time to meet him."

Zhang Jinrong nodded and replied, "No problem, I'll arrange it. Let's catch up at our usual spot."

"Okay." Lin Tiansheng's mind raced for a moment, and he could remember where the old place was.

Zhang Jinrong could understand Lin Tiansheng's concerns, but without the "Four Great Sergeants," would the Five Poisons Detective still be the Five Poisons Detective?

We need to gather all the brothers together to build up our strength so that the remnants of the old gang will take us seriously and be willing to place their bets.

After saying goodbye to Zhang Jinrong, Lin Tiansheng was preoccupied. He left the Regent Hotel with the money, but instead of depositing it in an underground bank, he used the fake passport left by Ke Zhenxiong to open an account at the Far East Exchange. He blindly bought 300,000 shares of Cheung Kong Holdings (0001), then took a taxi back to his residence. In the afternoon, he asked for leave under the pretext of visiting his employees.

It's a common practice in the police station for a small team to take half a day off after finishing their work, since even foreigners don't get much extra pay for working overtime last night.

Lying in bed, he took out paper and pen and started writing and drawing. To outsiders, it looked like scribbles, but he was actually organizing money-making ideas from his memories.

Unexpected wealth can only quench immediate thirst, not alleviate a major famine, even if the next few years are a golden age of economic boom and soaring real estate and stock markets.

With a principal of 300,000, you can make a comfortable living.

To have a financial path to support and build up resources, one must plan carefully.

And it has to be legitimate business; using one's position to engage in shady dealings is simply repeating the mistakes of Brother Le.

We need to learn from the Westerners how to navigate the revolving door of business and politics!

Real estate, film, foreign trade, and finance are all too big to handle. Hiring parking attendants to collect parking fees? That's just extra income for traffic police.

Asking the hotel to charge an inspection fee?

Damn, that's the fire department's side income! The Major Crimes Unit, besides extorting money from robbers, only has ransom money from shady gangsters left.

Doing it once or twice is about right. But if you do it too often, you might as well take off your clothes and go rob a robber.

Selling pirated novels, printing erotic weekly magazines, or...
Collecting protection money from gold shops?
Lin Tiansheng had spent two lifetimes playing with guns and had never done business before. He had the vision but no idea how to get started. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. He was like someone who longed for fish while standing by the abyss or looked at the moon through a window. He simply threw down his pen and paper, put his hands behind his head, lit a cigarette, and started hoping that Li Jiacheng would use his powers to give him two big boosts to cheer him up and celebrate.

The conclusion was: "To put it bluntly, the Major Crimes Unit's position is bad. If they were transferred to the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau or the Commercial Investigation Division, wouldn't they just be picking up money everywhere and stepping on it haphazardly?"

"Moreover, there are many ways that don't require any hands-on involvement."

"Don't rush things. You've only been here a few days, and you're already thinking about wearing a Rolex?"

He immediately felt happy, picked up the landline, and ordered the tea restaurant downstairs to send some takeout upstairs.

"How can you accomplish great things if you're not well-fed!"

While Lam Tin-shing was enjoying his iced Budweiser with an omelet rice and watching the new TVB drama "The King of Gamblers," Tang Keng-wan, wearing a reflective vest and riding a motorcycle, was on duty at the intersection of Kwai Tsing Highway, Kwai Chung section, basking in the sun.

"The King of Gamblers," written and directed by Wong Jing, can be considered the beginning of gambling films in Hong Kong. Starring Patrick Tse and Wang Quanming, it achieved remarkable viewership ratings.

When the green light came on at the intersection, a blue Ford sedan did not drive away but instead brazenly stopped at the intersection.

As the car door opened, a man dressed in a suit, wearing a striped tie and glasses, standing 1.8 meters tall, with fair skin, a high nose bridge, and striking features, appeared before Deng Gengyun.

Deng Gengyun, who had been looking annoyed and had already taken out a pen to copy the ticket, suddenly froze, exclaiming incredulously, "Wisdom?"

Refined and handsome, with slicked-back hair, Zhong Zhihui smiled as her brother approached and said, "Why are you calling me Zhihui?"

"Excuse me, Inspector Chung!" Tang Keng-wan's expression turned cold, and he stopped in his tracks.

Zhong Zhihui sighed, punched his shoulder, and scolded, "You idiot, are you out of your mind?"

After pondering for a while, Deng Gengyun tentatively called out, "Brother Tanhua."

"You idiot, still so stupid. When will you ever get a little smarter?" Zhong Zhihui was the third oldest among the four sergeants, only two years older than Deng Gengyun.

All told, the "boxing fanatic" who won six consecutive police combat competitions is only twenty-five years old. Back then, he became a rising star in the Chaoshan gang by helping Brother Le fight in boxing matches as soon as he joined the force, winning a five million jackpot. He was incredibly popular.

Now, a traffic policeman is recording license plates and directing traffic.

Deng Gengyun scratched his head, his young, dark face showing a hint of naivety: "This is how I am for life, I can't compare to the third-ranked scholar."

I actually enjoyed my three years as a traffic policeman.

Zhong Zhihui said, "Brother Sheng is back in action, did you know?"

Deng Gengyun paused for a moment, a look of reminiscence flashing in his eyes: "I've heard people talk about it."

"Let's have a nice meal together tonight, Yong Kee pork chop rice." Zhong Zhihui knew that Deng Gengyun, who loved this dish the most, would never refuse.

"Okay, let's wrap up in another hour and a half." Deng Gengyun agreed as expected, put on his helmet, swung his arms, and jogged back to the middle of the intersection.

“It’s been three years,” Zhong Zhihui said, her gaze deep, lost in thought.

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