Hong Kong film: The cop backs down, the ladies beg me to check his license.

For a moment, Inspector Wong was so shocked that he had a thousand words in his heart, but he didn't know what to say.

After a long pause, Huang Bingyao managed to gather his thoughts and earnestly said, "Mr. Ye, you are a well-known tycoon in Hong Kong with a net worth of hundreds of millions. You have so many legitimate businesses to run, there's absolutely no need for you to continue involved with triads, is there?"

This statement was extremely weak and completely inconsistent with Wong Bing-Yiu's status and demeanor as the Director of the West Kowloon Department.

However, Huang Sir had thoroughly witnessed Ye Tian's methods and ambitions, and he discovered a terrifying fact: Ye Tian's level was far above those of the traditional, old-school triad bosses.

Those bigwigs, whether it's Hung Hing, Sun Kee, Wo Luen Shing, Tung Sing, Chung Yee Shun, or which leader is in charge, their way of thinking is still stuck in the old ways of fighting, killing, and plundering.

Huang Bingyao doesn't boast; even if they just stick their butts out, he can guess what these people want to do.

But Ye Tian is different; he is a complete anomaly!

He actually wanted to use legal means to operate and expand the gang, completely launder the gang's business, and turn it into a truly legitimate enterprise.

Just like this security company, the police couldn't find any reason or evidence to investigate it.

All their procedures are legal and compliant, they pay taxes according to regulations, they have their own legal team, and they even hire a professional auditing firm.

All of their business activities are conducted within the legal framework of the Hong Kong government.

If you want to investigate him, you have to overturn the laws enacted by the Hong Kong government first; otherwise, you can only watch helplessly as he grows stronger.

Is there no justice left in this world? Is there no law left?

Huang Bingyao was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Oh, right, Ye Tian just said that he wants to equip the security personnel of the security company with gun licenses.

Ah!

If gun licenses are being legalized, how far away can weapon licenses be?

Huang Bingyao even felt that one day Ye Tian might say he wanted to hire retired members of the Flying Tigers to train the security company in order to improve its professional level, and he wouldn't be surprised.

Will he be able to refuse then?

I'm afraid it will be difficult.

Huang Bingyao stood there dumbfounded for a long time, not knowing what to say.

Ye Tian smiled and asked, "Officer Huang, so it seems you support the development of our security company?"

"As you know, our security company is a newly established company. Although our employees are all skilled fighters, they lack professional security training, and their individual skills need to be improved..."

Huang Bingyao's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly snapped back to reality, quickly interrupting him: "I will absolutely not help you contact the Flying Tigers, don't even think about it!"

Ye Tian stroked his chin thoughtfully and said, "The Flying Tigers?"

Huang Bingyao inwardly cursed himself, wondering why he had spoken out of turn again.

Ye Tian's eyes lit up instantly, and his tone was filled with excitement: "As expected of Inspector Huang, you are indeed experienced and you saw our weaknesses and problems at a glance."

"To be honest, my initial thought was simply to hire a few retired police officers from the police force to help improve the professionalism and training level of my security company."

"Now that I've heard what Inspector Wong has to say, I think this idea is even better."

"Retired police officers may have experience, but they can't compare to the professional and skilled training of active-duty Special Duties Unit (SDU) members."

Snapped!

Huang Bingyao clutched his forehead in pain, cursing himself a thousand times in his mind: Why was I so stupid? Why did I have to be so talkative?

This has given Ye Tian a new idea, but he has dug a huge hole for himself.

Ye Tian's smile slowly faded. He sat up straighter, looked at Huang Bingyao, and his tone became much more formal: "Since things have come to this point, Director Huang, why not go with the flow and do me a favor? Please contact the Flying Tigers and arrange professional training for my company's security personnel."

Without much thought, Huang Bingyao blurted out, his voice firm and unyielding: "No! Absolutely not!"

He had a line drawn firmly in his mind. Other matters might be negotiable, but getting Ye Tian to get in touch with the Flying Tigers through him? No way. He knew Ye Tian's influence all too well. With Ye Tian's wealth and status, if he really wanted to get the Flying Tigers to train a few people, he might not be unable to, and he might even go directly to the higher-ups in the police force; they might even give him some face. But his refusal to help was his last, inexplicable insistence as a policeman, or rather, his pride.

Ye Tian laughed again, but this time there was a different meaning in his smile, as if he found the scene before him amusing: "Director Huang, you were the one who suggested this idea to me first, why are you going back on your word? I remember that the Regional Director has the authority to coordinate the Flying Tigers for special missions. This little thing shouldn't be difficult for you, right?"

Huang Bingyao immediately waved his hand, his face flushing slightly, and his voice rose a half-octave: "Mr. Ye! You can't just say things like that! The suggestion to have the Flying Tigers train civilian security personnel has absolutely nothing to do with me! You...you can't just make things up! It's not true!"

The smile on Ye Tian's face vanished instantly, as if erased by an eraser. He stared at Huang Bingyao, letting out a soft hum, the last syllable lingering: "...Really not what you said?"

Huang Bingyao stiffened his neck: "No!"

Ye Tian leaned back in his chair and sighed, his sigh carrying obvious disappointment and a hint of barely perceptible coldness: "I've donated to the West Kowloon Headquarters for three years, and the amount isn't small, is it? I've never asked you for anything before. This is the first time I've asked, and you rejected me without even thinking. Ha, it seems my face is worthless to Director Huang."

Huang Bingyao froze, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face. Ye Tian was indeed the "god of wealth" for the West Kowloon Police Station; his annual donations solved many practical problems, such as replacing old equipment and increasing frontline allowances. This was the first time his benefactor had asked for help, and his attitude was somewhat unreasonable. But that bottom line was buzzing in his mind; he gritted his teeth, still refusing to budge.

Ye Tian stopped looking at him, slowly reached into his suit pocket, pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper, held it between two fingers, gently placed it on the table in front of Huang Bingyao, and then slowly pushed it over. A faint scraping sound came from the wooden tabletop.

Huang Bingyao's eyes narrowed, his back straightened instinctively, and his face adopted a serious, businesslike expression: "Mr. Ye, what do you mean by this? Trying to bribe the police? Let me tell you, that's impossible!"

Ye Tian raised his eyelids and glanced at him with an almost pitying look: "Bribe you? With the little power you have, would you dare accept it?" He raised his chin, "Open it and take a look. Don't scare yourself."

Huang Bingyao was skeptical. His fingers touched the paper; it was slightly cool to the touch. He picked it up and carefully unfolded it. When his gaze fell on the string of numbers, his pupils contracted sharply, and he held his breath for a moment. It took him several seconds to recover, and his voice trembled slightly: "Twenty...twenty-five million?!"

"Hmm, twenty-five million." Ye Tian's tone was flat, as if he were talking about the weather today. "It's the 'bonus' that Dongxing paid me. You and I both know where this money came from; it wasn't exactly clean, and it might even be a trap. To be honest, this trick is pretty stupid. I received it legitimately in the company's name, balanced the accounts, and it would be difficult for you to investigate. But I'm the kind of person who hates trouble."

He paused, noticing the slight sweat beading on Wong Bing-yiu's forehead, and continued, "It's almost the end of the year, and I was thinking of just donating it to the West Kowloon Headquarters. You can use the money, and if anything goes wrong later, it'll be Tung Sing's problem; you can go directly to them. But, judging from your attitude, Director Wong, it seems you're not welcome?"

Ye Tian pretended to take back the check: "It's alright, West Kowloon has high barriers to entry, I can go to the Hong Kong Island Regional Headquarters. I heard they have a police officer there named Chan Ka-kui, who is brave in handling cases, but he often damages public property, so his budget is probably quite tight. They should welcome my donation. Causeway Bay is also under their jurisdiction, I think Commissioner Lam would be happy to help me with this small favor, right?"

Huang Bingyao could no longer sit still. He grabbed the check, his fingers clenching it tightly, as if afraid it would fly away. The serious facade on his face instantly melted away, replaced by a fawning, even ingratiating, smile, his cheeks creased with wrinkles: "Mr. Ye! Look at you, saying that's too formal! What's our relationship? We're old friends! Your business is my business, how could I trouble you to go all the way to the Hong Kong Island headquarters?"

He spoke so fast it was like he was on double speed, afraid Ye Tian would change his mind: "As long as your security company's qualifications are sound and your personnel are clean, I'll take care of the training! But then again, the Flying Tigers specialize in counter-terrorism raids, their methods are too tough. What you need most for security for businesses and personnel is bomb disposal and handling emergencies. Our West Kowloon Regional Bomb Disposal Team is experienced and has a mature training system, I think that's more suitable!"