Hong Kong film: As a boss, I use money to make decisions.

Fang Shaohui stretched his sore and numb arms, turned his face to the side, and did not respond to Li Jiasheng's words.

Li Jiasheng wasn't in a hurry and continued to coax him.

"I can tell you're just a deliveryman. You need to understand that there's a huge difference between carrying millions of dollars worth of goods yourself and having someone else carry them!"

It must feel terrible to take such a big blame for someone else for no reason, right?

Tell me where the goods came from, and I'll find out for you. This will be very helpful when you see the judge later!

Fang Shaohui frowned.

"Officer, which department are you from?"

"O-Division, you should know why I'm here to see you. Just tell me what's wrong; no one else can help you!"

Seeing Fang Shaohui respond, Li Jiasheng felt there was a chance and gave him a friendly smile, aiming to lower the boy's guard.

All he got in return was a cold laugh from Fang Shaohui.

No one who has ever worked as a junket operator in Macau is a fool!

At this critical juncture, the clever may not survive, but the foolish will certainly die!

Either way, I'm going to go to the labor camp for further education. What difference does it make if I spend a few more years or a few fewer years?

Some things, if you grit your teeth and bear them, Hong Kong Island won't sentence him to death.

But if you choose to spill any bombshells with the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau, you might end up in jail this month and die in some accident next month!

"What I did is the CID's business, the narcotics squad's business, what business is it of yours, the O-Division?!"

"Stop bothering me! I've admitted everything I should. If you have any questions, go find the CID officers yourself!"

After saying that, Fang Shaohui lay down directly, turning to face the cold cement wall, without even glancing at Li Jiasheng.

This action infuriated Li Jiasheng, who gritted his teeth and stood up as well.

He demanded sternly, "Don't be ungrateful! Or I'll add another charge of organized crime to your list!"

I'll ask you one last time, where did you get Wang Bao's batch of goods from?!

"Wow, that scared me to death! I need to become a witness for the prosecution immediately!"

Fang Shaohui shrugged, then shouted loudly.

"The goods were obtained from a man named Li Wenbin. I heard he's a supervisor at the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB). You need to arrest him right now!"

"You! You shovel!"

Seeing that Fang Shaohui still dared to make fun of him, Li Jiasheng completely lost his temper, clenched his fists, and almost lost control of himself.

Clang clang—

Fortunately, the police officer on duty outside the cell knocked on the iron gate with his baton, which finally calmed Li Jiasheng down.

"Officer Li, there are CCTV cameras; don't make things difficult for us!"

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Taking a deep breath, Li Jiasheng knew he wouldn't get anything out of this good-for-nothing, so he angrily turned and left the cell.

Just after Li Jiasheng left the detention center, a policeman on duty came in carrying two packed late-night snacks.

He glanced suspiciously at Li Jiasheng's back a few times, then placed the late-night snack on the table on duty.

"Brother Qiu, what happened? There was such a loud commotion!"

The officer on duty put down his baton and rubbed his nose.

"It's nothing. The O-Division people probably thought there were suspicious points in the case that Chan Kwok-chung and his gang sabotaged, and they were preparing to come and interrogate that bastard, but I turned them away."

The policeman buying the late-night snack was taken aback for a moment, then tore open a plastic bag containing soy sauce chicken.

Puzzled, he asked, "What's so suspicious? Wang Bao is so ruthless, and Inspector Chen's team is so dedicated. Isn't this a happy ending for everyone?"

"I think it's a win-win situation, but I'm afraid some stubborn people won't agree."

The officer on duty tore open a pair of disposable chopsticks, picked up a piece of soy sauce chicken, and brought it to his mouth. Just as he was about to take a bite, he suddenly remembered something.

"After you finish your late-night snack, take some time to contact Inspector Chen's team and have them review the case to see if there are any other loopholes."

In my more than ten years of service, I've never seen a superior work so hard. They really have it tough!

"good!"

……

The next day, at 8:30 a.m.

Fei Ji was having morning tea with Lin Xiaoru at a tea restaurant on Zhihe Street. He had only eaten half of a plate of rice noodle rolls when he completely lost his appetite.

Lin Xiaoru stirred a bowl of shrimp and crab porridge with a spoon and naturally noticed Fei Ji's displeasure.

This guy can't keep anything to himself; his thoughts are all written on his face.

"Eat? Didn't you say that eating until you're stuffed will help you heal faster? Is your knife wound healed?"

"No!"

The plane shook its head and then complained.

"Brother Xiao, I just feel that the gang is too biased. Even if Jordan suffered the biggest loss when the flag was planted on Tak Shing Street, we can't show him such favoritism!"

Lin Huai-le took over the rights to nightclubs, saunas, love hotels, and more than a dozen lucrative establishments, including the operating rights of Malan.

What's left for us? Screw it all! Two brothels, a few run-down restaurants' tea money—this isn't how you beg for food!

The plane seemed even more excited as it spoke.

"Last night in Kwun Tong, I was chatting with the brothers under my command, saying that we were finally qualified to step into Yau Tsim Mong."

It turns out that all they get here are two billiard halls, with endless pool games every day. They're hopeless! They might as well just make handmade fish balls in Kwun Tong!

Lin Xiaoru put down the porridge spoon.

"Are you blaming me for not fighting for you?"

"No, I just feel that Deng... the gang is biased!"

"This is Zhihe Street, what are you afraid to say? Speak up now, Uncle Deng is biased!"

The plane paused for a moment, then gritted its teeth and muttered a complaint under its breath.

"Yes, Uncle Deng is biased!"

"It's clear he's biased. Last night, he invited me and Ah Le to have tea, subtly implying that this was Uncle Deng's idea."

Even if I plead with him to the bitter end, I still have to share these businesses with him!

Actually, even without him saying it, I already knew this would be the outcome, which is why I didn't want you to lead people to fight Wang Bao to the death.

The plane rubbed its face: "Then what's the point of taking this territory?"

"Who says it's boring? Airplane, I have a few questions for you now."

Lin Xiaoru picked up a spoon and stirred the scalding hot porridge to cool it down while asking a question.

"Besides bringing people to check out the venue, would you bring your goddaughter to work in Malan?"

The plane shook its head: "No!"

"What kind of business do you do? Like selling tobacco and alcohol at various venues?"

"Won't……"

"Do you run a lottery booth?"

"The risk of opening a lottery stall is greater than losing fans. Even your fans, Brother Xiao, don't allow us to sell lottery tickets, so how can we have the confidence to open a lottery stall..."

"That's it then. You're fucking useless, what's wrong with taking a break now?"

Lin Xiaoru took a spoonful of porridge and tasted it, but found it was still a bit too hot to eat, so she simply put down the spoon and leaned back in her chair.

He continued to advise, "You like being a big shot and supporting your underlings. You only know how to foolishly stand guard for others, but you don't know that making money is not an option."

I need to take this time to calm down. I've made a deal with Lam Wai-lok: I'll use the space on Tak Shing Street in exchange for him opening a few convenience stores on his Jordan property.

"And from now on, we'll supply the convenience stores, cigarettes, and alcohol to them. You need to figure out how to do business first before we talk about anything else!"

"Selling cigarettes and alcohol? Is there any money to be made in that...?"

"Of course! In any region, in any business, if you can achieve a monopoly, that's an inexhaustible gold mine."

Don't be discouraged about Decheng Street either. Don't worry, you'll have your moment to shine over there!

Just as Lin Xiaoru was carefully guiding the plane, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

Lin Xiaoru picked up the phone and tapped the plate of noodles in front of the airplane: "Eat your food first. If you don't like using your brain, then just do what I tell you!"

As she spoke, Lin Xiaoru pressed the answer button.

The call was from Li Weile.

"Ah Xiao, is it a convenient time to take this call?"

"It's convenient. I know what you want to ask. Don't rush me. I've already arranged for someone to negotiate with Po Leung Kuk. I'll give you an answer by this afternoon at the latest."

"That's not it."

Li Weile chuckled awkwardly, then lowered his voice.

"There are people in the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau who want to expose Wang Bao's case. You should pay close attention, especially to that mute guy from Lei Yue Mun. It would be best to send him away to avoid trouble during this period."

If someone finds out what kind of secrets we've kept, everyone's life will be in trouble.

"Is that so?"

Lin Xiaoru gritted her teeth: "Tell me, which bastard is causing trouble?"

"Be careful of Lee Ka-shing, the probationary inspector from the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau's B team!"