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

Chapter 41 Human Favors and Lovers (Seeking monthly votes and recommendations)
Zhang Jinrong sat on the ferry, took out a small wine flask, enjoyed the breeze while sipping his wine, and looked somewhat reluctant.

For a southerner like me, taking the ferry all the way to Wan Chai for a bowl of dumplings is truly outrageous. But since Inspector Pi is a senior officer, Ah Wing, Old Ma, Ah Chung, and Tat Tsai had no choice but to accompany him.

At sea, Pi Zhibang was quite happy, saying, "In Hong Kong, there are many wonton vendors on the street, but it's so hard to find a dumpling vendor."

"Let me tell you, the boss, 'Miss Zang,' is from Zhucheng, Shandong. She works at a hospital, met a doctor who was on medical aid to China, and had two daughters with him."

"Later, the doctor returned to Thailand and remarried. Miss Zang didn't know this and took her daughter to Hong Kong, intending to go to Thailand to find her husband."

"At this time, an acquaintance contacted her husband, who actually called her 'mistress'. Ms. Zang was a person with backbone, so she stayed in Hong Kong, but her nursing license was useless, so she started selling dumplings at a stall."

Gossip is always interesting, and once the story was told, it immediately piqued the interest of several people. People with backbone, regardless of gender, are respected.

The group walked out of the ferry terminal and came to a dumpling stall. There they saw a woman with a round face and big eyes, wearing a chef's skirt, constantly calling out to customers in broken Cantonese.

Five or six policemen in military uniforms stood by the stall, holding bowls. They all recognized Pi Chi-pong and greeted him, "Pi sir, Pi sir."

Miss Zang opened the lid of the soup pot, which was steaming hot, and said with a smile, "Sir Pi, the usual?"

"I like sauerkraut and pork flavor, and I'll have five more bowls of corn and pork, please, my waiter." Pi Zhibang seemed to be quite familiar with Miss Zang, and offered to help her get the bowls.

Miss Zang exchanged pleasantries with him: "I specially saved a bowl of pickled cabbage for you."

Hong Kong people aren't very accepting of dumplings with pickled cabbage and pig's head filling; only Shandong-based police officers would buy them. Pi Zhibang chuckled憨地, "Thank you."

Zhang Jinrong squatted down beside him and muttered under his breath, "There's something going on between them?"

Lin Tiansheng smiled and made no guesses. It wasn't easy for a woman to raise two daughters on Hong Kong Island. The pier, as a gathering place for tens of thousands of people, had long been occupied by the triads.

Without the intervention of the Shandong gang of corrupt officials, anyone hoping to do business peacefully is as good as dead. The world is inherently unfair; any misjudgment of hardworking people is deeply hurtful.

Before long, Miss Zang brought over several bowls of dumplings and introduced them, "Gentlemen, these dumplings are a modified version, with thin skin and generous filling. Please try them."

Lin Tiansheng took a bite, and his mouth was filled with juice, meat filling, and the soup had a wok hei (wok aroma). He could tell that it was handmade and made with fresh meat.

"good to eat."

"Wow, not bad!" Zhang Jinrong, Gao Zicong, Ma Delong and the others were pleasantly surprised, feeling that it exceeded their expectations.

The food stalls that can make a name for themselves on the street may not be the most delicious, but they are definitely worth the price and leave a lasting impression on diners.

"Fresh food tastes better than frozen food," Lin Tiansheng thought to himself.

The moment he stepped onto the pier, he knew that the dumplings from Wanchai Ferry Pier would become the brand "Wanchai Ferry Pier" in later generations.

Holding the bowl, Pi Zhibang said with a smile, "Miss Zang, haven't you always been very grateful to the police officer who opened up Boundary Street? Lin Sir, Old Ma and the others are him."

Miss Zang was suddenly taken aback, and said with delight, "Officer Lin, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, my youngest daughter would have been stopped on the street and wouldn't have been able to get her identity card and go to school."

Lin Tiansheng was a little surprised and declined, saying, "No need to be so polite, Miss Zang. I just couldn't stand it."

Pi Zhibang said, "Miss Zang's youngest daughter is not yet of school age and is being fostered by a fellow villager in the countryside. If you hadn't been there that night, she would have been deported."

Ms. Zang said, "Many friends who film food trucks and convenience store employees owe you a favor. When you have some free time, please give us a chance to treat you to a meal."

“You’ve already treated me to this meal,” Pi Zhibang chimed in, implying that Miss Zang hadn’t accepted payment.

"You're too kind. Next time, I'll ask Inspector Pi to pay," Lin Tiansheng replied with a smile, finding it hard to refuse. Ma Delong, Gao Zicong, and the other two beside him beamed with pride, finding the dumplings even more delicious. Lin Tiansheng realized there was a force he had overlooked: the citizens entering Hong Kong from Boundary Street.

This group, if you count it all, probably numbers between ten and twenty thousand, hidden among the common people. Although they have no power or influence, they have natural personal connections and have no choice but to cultivate good relationships.

Who knows, there might be a few talented people among them?
For example, Ms. Zang has a movie called "The Dumpling Queen," which tells her entrepreneurial story.

Although the plot was a bit bad, it did explain most of the origins of Wanchai Ferry Pier.

Starting from a dockside stall, it has grown into a food company with annual revenue of over 10 billion.

Although Wanchai Ferry Pier was a regional workshop before General Mills invested in it, it only supplied frozen dumplings to Hong Kong Island.

However, without a good reputation built up over a decade, large corporations would be willing to collaborate and promote their products, leveraging their supply chain and supermarket advantages to distribute their goods throughout Asia.

Sorry, I underestimated the intricacies of market management.

Lin Tiansheng couldn't help but be tempted. After finishing the dumplings, he borrowed a pen, wrote down his phone number, and handed it over, saying, "Boss, it's delicious."

"If Mr. Lin likes it, remember to come often. Whenever Mr. Lin, Mr. Ma, or any of the others come, we'll treat them all." Miss Zang was warm and generous, with the straightforwardness of a Shandong native.

Lin Tiansheng said with a smile, "I told you not to be so polite. If there's anything I need from Inspector Pi that he can't handle in person, he can call me."

Miss Zang was both surprised and delighted. She wiped her hands, picked up a bag of five boxes that had been prepared earlier, each box full of dozens of pieces, and handed them over with both hands: "Please take these to the brothers, Officer Lin."

"You're welcome." Lin Tiansheng accepted the bag without hesitation, saying, "I'll come again when I have time, Miss Zang."

"Welcome, Mr. Lin." Miss Zang took two steps to escort him to the food cart, but Lin Tiansheng waved her away.

Once the real estate agency makes a profit, the money earned could really be used to invest in building a dumpling factory. Although the food industry generates money much slower than the real estate market, the real estate market is greatly affected by the macroeconomy, unlike the food industry, which can weather downturns.

And it's not just a legitimate profession; it can also provide employment, positive publicity on television, and spread influence.

After the group took the ferry back to Kowloon, Lin Tiansheng picked up the bag, gave each of his men a box, and then, carrying the plastic bag, with a cigarette in his mouth, swayed back to Rongchang Building. When he took out his key to open the door, he found an extra pair of women's cloth shoes in the shoe cabinet, indicating that someone was in the room.

Although he had a suspicion, he still unholstered his gun, touched the handle, turned sideways, and slowly pushed open the door. He saw a girl wearing the "Jueguang Academy" uniform, with her hair tied up, cooking soup in front of the stove.

"Ah Feng?"

Lin Tiansheng looked puzzled and called out softly.

Li Shaifeng was startled, turned around, covered her hands, and looked somewhat fearful: "Young Master Sheng, I'll leave right away."

Lin Tiansheng turned around and checked the bedroom, then returned to the living room, put away his gun, and spread his hands, saying, "Give me back the key first."

Regardless of Ah Feng's background, Lin Tiansheng used to guard and live by the pond, and he didn't care about this old house, letting her keep the key.

But Lin Tiansheng wouldn't be careless. He just hadn't caught anyone before, so now he naturally had to fix the security loopholes.

Li Shaifeng looked completely bewildered: "Huh?"

"Hurry up, don't drag it out," Lin Tiansheng urged.

(End of this chapter)