Hong Kong film: People in Wo Luen Shing, summoning the King of Fighters.

He Zhifeng smiled. What a coincidence! Chen Jialuo just said he was going to take down Old James yesterday, and Old James died last night. Even if it were Death himself, it would take some time.

"Haha, that was my fault. Let's have dinner together tonight after I've taken care of things, Brother Luo."

He Zhifeng said.

“Okay,” Chen Jialuo said.

"Then it's settled," He Zhifeng said.

That evening, upon arriving at the agreed-upon location, He Zhifeng had already ordered a table full of fine food and drinks. Chen Jialuo, dressed in a black suit and wearing sunglasses, revealing his sharply defined chin, was followed by two burly men, Yamazaki Ryuji and Daimon Goro, who were as imposing as mountains—he looked incredibly handsome.

As soon as He Zhifeng opened the door to the private room, he saw him and stood up to greet him.

"Brother Luo, you've arrived."

Chen Jialuo plopped down, "Sorry, something came up."

Chapter 261 Funding the British

"It's nothing." He Zhifeng stood up and poured wine for Chen Jialuo.

A police chief, someone most people might never see in their entire lives, stood up and poured wine for Chen Jialuo.

That's quite a lot of face.

This was He Zhifeng pouring wine for Chen Jialuo from the bottom of his heart. This morning, when Chen Taishan brought over the game room accounts that Chen Jialuo had given him, he realized that he had gotten a golden goose!

One arcade alone costs over 200 million yuan, with a monthly profit of over 30 yuan, and a net profit of over 300 million yuan a year!

What a display of magnanimity! Thinking of his dissatisfaction and anger towards Chen Jialuo yesterday, and his secret plot to take down Chen Jialuo, he felt ashamed and guilty.

It's like thinking the person in front of you is carrying a duck feather as a gift in the middle of summer, but when you get closer, you find out they're carrying a central air conditioner.

Tell me, who the hell wouldn't be moved? Who the hell wouldn't feel ashamed?

Chen Jialuo didn't refuse and drank it directly.

He knew why He Zhifeng had offered to pour him a drink.

One reason was that the arcade surprised him.

The other one was frightened.

The Governor of Hong Kong was a figure who held absolute power in Hong Kong. He could die so easily. Who wouldn't be afraid of that kind of power?

"Here, you drink too."

Chen Jialuo also poured wine for He Zhifeng, who drank it all in one gulp.

“I’ll call you Zhifeng, you can just call me Jialuo. In my heart, we are friends.”

It's fine for a police chief to bow his head occasionally, but it's not right for him to do it all the time.

He Zhifeng said, "Brother Luo."

He was a full twenty years older than Chen Jialuo, almost fifty years old, and calling him "Brother Luo" came out of his mouth so naturally.

Chen Jialuo looked at him and said, feigning displeasure, "You don't consider me a friend?"

He Zhifeng immediately changed his address, "Jialuo".

"Zhifeng. That's more like it." Chen Jialuo patted him on the shoulder. "We've become friends through this misunderstanding, and we'll be working together for a long time to come."

Seeing Chen Jialuo's smile, He Zhifeng smiled and then urged the waiter, "Bring the food, hurry up."

A short while later, the dishes were served.

"The food here is delicious, Jialuo, you can eat more. And the abalone is amazing, I guarantee you'll want to vent after eating it."

He Zhifeng smiled knowingly as he said this.

At the police station, he heard Chen Jialuo and Liana's frantic voices quite often, which made him incredibly itchy.

"Haha, I want some too, no need to eat it," Chen Jialuo said with a laugh.

"Haha, that's right, you're amazing. I'm not as good as you," He Zhifeng said. "I'm old after all."

“It’s okay for a man to get old, but he can’t be impotent.” Chen Jialuo chuckled. “Old James is dead. Does that mean his investigation is temporarily over?”

Should we investigate his murder and arrest him?

LeBron James will have to wait until his next life.

He Zhifeng laughed and said, "Yes, every dynasty has its ministers. The current acting governor of Hong Kong is Harry. Harry and old James were always at odds, but now that he's dead, he's grinning from ear to ear."

"When the news of James's death reached Harry's ears, he was so happy he jumped up from his chair. However, he wouldn't be in office for long. When Britain sent another governor to Hong Kong, his position as acting governor would naturally be over."

Chen Jialuo said, "The three British guys on the cruise ship were also very excited, making long-distance calls one after another. One of them even took a midday flight directly back to England. It's obvious they're aiming for the Governor of Hong Kong position..."

Old James is dead. If the next governor of Hong Kong is on good terms with James and tries to make things difficult for him, then he will be unhappy. So yesterday, Chen Jialuo contacted one of the British men named Boer.

He was also one of the candidates for Governor of Hong Kong. Chan Ka-lok was optimistic about him and gave him a check for HK$20, as well as news of the death of old James.

This gave him a significant advantage over the three potential governors who came to Hong Kong.

On the plane back home, Harry looked out the window, thinking about that mysterious person.

When the mobile phone suddenly rang at night, Harry, the weakest and poorest of the three candidates for Governor of Hong Kong, answered the phone sleepily. The person on the other end of the line spoke fluent English.

“Mr. Harry, our boss believes that Governor James I will die tonight.”

That one sentence jolted Harry back to reality.

"Who's your boss? Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Mr. Harry, you don't need to know who our boss is. Our boss thinks highly of you. The HK$20 is a token of our appreciation to help you with your travel expenses. It has been placed under the teacup in your room 4.7. Please check it."

HK$20 is a huge sum for Harry, who receives a salary from Weibo and wants to show off!

Harry jumped out of bed and walked suspiciously to the table, where he saw a piece of paper under the teacup!

He quickly printed out the paper and was surprised to find that it was a cash check for HK$20!

Harry's hands trembled slightly, his pupils contracted, and his hands were sweating as he gripped the check.

"Who exactly is your boss?"

“Mr. Harry, the next flight to England is departing in three hours. If you call now to make a reservation, it will still be in time.”

After saying that, the other party hung up the phone.

Chapter 262 You may not know, but I am a divine doctor.

Harry plopped down in the chair, a chill running down his spine as his face gradually flushed.

Regardless of who this mysterious person is, one thing is certain: his intelligence is accurate. HK$20 is more than enough for him to smooth things over with those guys.

He quickly called the airline, grabbed a jacket, and then tiptoed out of the room, heading straight for the driver's cabin.

"Mr. Harry, what are you doing here?"

"Take me to the airport, as fast as you can!"

After Harry got off the plane, he went straight to the newsstand. He saw a newspaper headline: "Breaking News! Governor James Has Died Unexpectedly; Who Will Become the Next Governor?"

He couldn't help but burst into laughter!

He's really dead! He's really dead!

Just then, my cell phone rang. It was Birmingham, a fellow candidate for Governor of Hong Kong and a fellow diplomat who had visited Hong Kong for inspection and exchange.

Harry answered the phone and got into a taxi parked on the side of the road.

"Go to 211 Queen Street."

"Sir, are you going to Buckingham Palace?"

"correct."

As soon as the call connected, Birmingham hurriedly asked, "Harry, where are you? Did you know James is dead? I'm at the airport now, getting ready to go home."

Harry chuckled and said, "I just heard about his death, but I'm back in the country now."

"What!" Birmingham was stunned.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'd like to go to Buckingham Palace to see Her Majesty the Queen." Harry laughed and hung up the phone.

..

"Harry, you sponsored Harry?" He Zhifeng was taken aback for a moment when he heard Chen Jialuo's words, and then hurriedly asked.

“Yes.” Chen Jialuo smiled slightly. “I think he will take over Harry’s position.”

The icing on the cake is not as good as providing help when it is timely.

The situation was pressing, and He Zhifeng's interests were now even more intertwined with his own. This was also why Chen Jialuo told him about funding Harry, to let him know that he had a backup plan.

Being with him only means making money; be his protector and don't have any other thoughts.

Harry, that poor bastard, is so pretentious. Receiving that $20 from him is like adding wings to a tiger. He was also the first candidate to return home; it wouldn't have been possible without him.

"If he can take over, that would be the best outcome; it would benefit us all." Under Chen Jialuo's combination of persuasion and pressure, He Zhifeng began to admire him.

This is evident from the word "we".