Chapter 91 Aftermath
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Chapter 91 Aftermath
In the underground parking lot of Lihe Building,
"Done?"
A foreigner is sitting in the driver's seat, listening to classical music by Mozart, smoking a top-grade Cuban cigar that costs over a thousand Hong Kong dollars, and enjoying it with his eyes closed, saying to his side, "Hou Wencong."
"Understood."
简单的回了一个嗯字的侯文聪就这么静静的坐在副驾驶位上看着一旁装逼的鬼佬。
"This is the document that clears the Prosecutor's Office of any criminal charges. However, I advise you not to put too much faith in this. If the higher-ups really want to take you down, this is just a useless piece of paper," said the foreigner, exhaling a puff of light blue smoke and casually picking up a brown paper bag from the dashboard.
"What can a thief believe in if not the law? God or Guan Er Ye?" Hou Wencong, taking the parchment bag and pulling out the documents inside, checked them carefully and said helplessly.
"Money, in Hong Kong, money can buy everything. There's no future for a cop like me. Even if I make it to Chief of Police, what good would it do? I'd still be working for the rich. Honestly, I thought you would end up like Wong Chi-shing, silenced. But I didn't expect Song Si-man to really pay you a billion in cash."
On the account of the one billion from Sung, the foreigner added a few more words and then turned to smile at Hou Wencong.
(On a side note, the richest man in the city, Sung Shim-wan, is being compared to the fugitive Li. His power on Hong Kong Island is far greater than everyone imagines. The situation in Greater Wei is not detailed in the book, even having the Deputy Commissioner of Police as his security manager is just a small case.)
"He gave me a billion because I can help him make ten billion. What? Interested? Then it's your share, I, Hou Wencong, never eat alone." Hou Wencong, who had checked the life-saving document without any problems, smiled and put it away, saying to the foreigner next to him.
"You want to collaborate with me? With Song Shiwan, the richest man in the city, backing you up, you must not be interested in my small police chief identity, because I'm a foreigner," the foreigner said with interest, glancing at Hou Wencong.
They are all adults, whether they eat alone or not, it's just talk. If there are no demands, Hou Wencong would not have the upper hand.
You are the chief inspector, but he is a big shot in Mong Kok. If it comes to wielding power, Hou Wencong, in black and white, may not be inferior to this chief inspector.
"Wrong, the reason I want to work with you or your team is because I value your police identity. Next to Wenchang Street is the bar street of Lan Kwai Fong. I have already discussed with Mr. Song. There will be a fifty-story shopping mall in the plot of Wenchang Center in the future. I intend to move all the things that are currently being played on the street into this building. Do you understand what I mean?"
Starting from the Chang Center case, Hou Wencong, who has been planning for survival, finally came up with a satisfactory plan for Song Shiwan.
“So, you mean... to move the red-light district into this building?” The foreigner, who didn't quite understand what Hou Wencong meant, asked tentatively.
"If the Dull Lord in East Point (nightclub) can go public, I can do the same. The biggest, newest, and trendiest bar (nightclub) in the whole of Hong Kong, as long as you can guarantee that there are no taboos in this building, I can turn it into the largest and top-class red-light district in Hong Kong Island." Hou Wencong, who tried to explain without revealing too much, could only roughly describe the prospects of this building to the foreigner.
"I don't understand business, but as long as Mr. Song is okay, I have no problem here." The foreigner who may not even be good at catching thieves is even more clueless about doing business, but he still trusts Mr. Song, the richest man in the city.
"I do business with clarity and fairness. The law enforcement resources you bring are just the ticket to enter this investment. If you want shares, you must pay real money to buy them."
The total project cost exceeds 10 billion yuan. Don't worry, most of it is bank loans. The initial start-up capital is 1 billion yuan, and I have already invested all of my 100 million yuan. At the same time, I also have half of the management shares. You can put out a maximum of two layers. How much can you handle? You figure it out yourself."
After taking out a pack of Hongwan cigarettes from his pocket, Hou Wencong glanced at the foreigner's cigar and then put away the cigarette in his hand.
"I'm fine, but... how about this, this weekend I'm organizing a card game at the police officers' club. Why don't you come and join in, since you're still a cop anyway."
With the city's richest man, Song Shiwan, leading the way, and Hou Wencong, who is fully involved, there is no worry about being cheated. The foreigner smiled and took out a cigar, handing it to Hou Wencong.
"Ok, but I don't think I'll have the chance to return to the police force in the next few years. When this deal is done, remember to save me a good position!" With a smile, Hou Wencong took the cigar handed to him by the foreigner and sniffed it at his nose, shaking his shoulders in frustration.
“Sixty floors of the skyscraper, I bet after it's built, you won't have to go back to the police station anymore,” the foreigner said with a smile as he lit a cigar for Hou Wencong with a special cigar match.
"OK, anyway, Huang Zhicheng used to be my boss. I'll go see him off for the last time." Hou Wencong, who looked at Long Wu, had already packed up Huang Zhicheng's body, pushed open the car door and waved the cigar in his hand at the foreigner with a smile.
In the red light district in the building? If you can lose money in the business that combines capital, politics, and violence, then there is no profitable business in this world.
Starting the engine, the foreigner drove the car out of the underground parking lot, secretly planning the players for the weekend's card game.
Big Brother? He's too old. Wait a few more years until the building is complete, who knows if he'll still be in position. It's best to look for one or two potential top figures in the police world from the deputy heads.
While the foreigners were planning their weekend card game, How Man-chung walked towards Tony and the others, also calculating the foreigners in his mind.
Well... above the Chief Inspector is the Deputy Commissioner of Police. With the foreigner's age, in a few years, barring any accidents, he will likely become a top leader in the police force.
“聪明哥，还是送去海边吗？”
看了眼离去的黑色奔驰轿车，少说少问的托尼自觉的帮侯文聪打开了后座的车门道。
"Tell Long Wu to add a few more iron chains. Senior inspectors are not to be taken lightly. If there's a problem, we'll all be buried together." The cautious Hou Wencong reiterated his instructions carefully.
"Got it! Where are we going now?" After Hou Wencong took his seat, Tony, who was in the driver's seat, continued.
"I have a movie date with Jojo tonight, so let's go to Kowloon Tong to pick her up first." Huang Zhicheng, a dead man, couldn't be bothered to remind Hou Wencong even the last sentence, if it weren't for his senior inspector status, Hou Wencong's mind was now only focused on his date with Jojo tonight.
"First send me back to Boran Street, I also have a date with my daughter at night...to play mahjong!" The co-driver in the car immediately spoke up to stop the chitchatdad from going to Kowloon Tong.
"To Boran Street, China's ancient boxing is so powerful, of course we have to satisfy Uncle Da first." With a happy tone, Hou Wencong patted the front seat with an expressionless face.
"So kind? You're not going to kick me off halfway, are you?" He still had that arrogant and boastful attitude, but a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes.
"Don't be silly, we're old acquaintances, how could I kick you off?" His face was all smiles, but there was a glint of coldness in his eyes, said Hou Wencong.
(End of this chapter)
In the underground parking lot of Lihe Building,
"Done?"
A foreigner is sitting in the driver's seat, listening to classical music by Mozart, smoking a top-grade Cuban cigar that costs over a thousand Hong Kong dollars, and enjoying it with his eyes closed, saying to his side, "Hou Wencong."
"Understood."
简单的回了一个嗯字的侯文聪就这么静静的坐在副驾驶位上看着一旁装逼的鬼佬。
"This is the document that clears the Prosecutor's Office of any criminal charges. However, I advise you not to put too much faith in this. If the higher-ups really want to take you down, this is just a useless piece of paper," said the foreigner, exhaling a puff of light blue smoke and casually picking up a brown paper bag from the dashboard.
"What can a thief believe in if not the law? God or Guan Er Ye?" Hou Wencong, taking the parchment bag and pulling out the documents inside, checked them carefully and said helplessly.
"Money, in Hong Kong, money can buy everything. There's no future for a cop like me. Even if I make it to Chief of Police, what good would it do? I'd still be working for the rich. Honestly, I thought you would end up like Wong Chi-shing, silenced. But I didn't expect Song Si-man to really pay you a billion in cash."
On the account of the one billion from Sung, the foreigner added a few more words and then turned to smile at Hou Wencong.
(On a side note, the richest man in the city, Sung Shim-wan, is being compared to the fugitive Li. His power on Hong Kong Island is far greater than everyone imagines. The situation in Greater Wei is not detailed in the book, even having the Deputy Commissioner of Police as his security manager is just a small case.)
"He gave me a billion because I can help him make ten billion. What? Interested? Then it's your share, I, Hou Wencong, never eat alone." Hou Wencong, who had checked the life-saving document without any problems, smiled and put it away, saying to the foreigner next to him.
"You want to collaborate with me? With Song Shiwan, the richest man in the city, backing you up, you must not be interested in my small police chief identity, because I'm a foreigner," the foreigner said with interest, glancing at Hou Wencong.
They are all adults, whether they eat alone or not, it's just talk. If there are no demands, Hou Wencong would not have the upper hand.
You are the chief inspector, but he is a big shot in Mong Kok. If it comes to wielding power, Hou Wencong, in black and white, may not be inferior to this chief inspector.
"Wrong, the reason I want to work with you or your team is because I value your police identity. Next to Wenchang Street is the bar street of Lan Kwai Fong. I have already discussed with Mr. Song. There will be a fifty-story shopping mall in the plot of Wenchang Center in the future. I intend to move all the things that are currently being played on the street into this building. Do you understand what I mean?"
Starting from the Chang Center case, Hou Wencong, who has been planning for survival, finally came up with a satisfactory plan for Song Shiwan.
“So, you mean... to move the red-light district into this building?” The foreigner, who didn't quite understand what Hou Wencong meant, asked tentatively.
"If the Dull Lord in East Point (nightclub) can go public, I can do the same. The biggest, newest, and trendiest bar (nightclub) in the whole of Hong Kong, as long as you can guarantee that there are no taboos in this building, I can turn it into the largest and top-class red-light district in Hong Kong Island." Hou Wencong, who tried to explain without revealing too much, could only roughly describe the prospects of this building to the foreigner.
"I don't understand business, but as long as Mr. Song is okay, I have no problem here." The foreigner who may not even be good at catching thieves is even more clueless about doing business, but he still trusts Mr. Song, the richest man in the city.
"I do business with clarity and fairness. The law enforcement resources you bring are just the ticket to enter this investment. If you want shares, you must pay real money to buy them."
The total project cost exceeds 10 billion yuan. Don't worry, most of it is bank loans. The initial start-up capital is 1 billion yuan, and I have already invested all of my 100 million yuan. At the same time, I also have half of the management shares. You can put out a maximum of two layers. How much can you handle? You figure it out yourself."
After taking out a pack of Hongwan cigarettes from his pocket, Hou Wencong glanced at the foreigner's cigar and then put away the cigarette in his hand.
"I'm fine, but... how about this, this weekend I'm organizing a card game at the police officers' club. Why don't you come and join in, since you're still a cop anyway."
With the city's richest man, Song Shiwan, leading the way, and Hou Wencong, who is fully involved, there is no worry about being cheated. The foreigner smiled and took out a cigar, handing it to Hou Wencong.
"Ok, but I don't think I'll have the chance to return to the police force in the next few years. When this deal is done, remember to save me a good position!" With a smile, Hou Wencong took the cigar handed to him by the foreigner and sniffed it at his nose, shaking his shoulders in frustration.
“Sixty floors of the skyscraper, I bet after it's built, you won't have to go back to the police station anymore,” the foreigner said with a smile as he lit a cigar for Hou Wencong with a special cigar match.
"OK, anyway, Huang Zhicheng used to be my boss. I'll go see him off for the last time." Hou Wencong, who looked at Long Wu, had already packed up Huang Zhicheng's body, pushed open the car door and waved the cigar in his hand at the foreigner with a smile.
In the red light district in the building? If you can lose money in the business that combines capital, politics, and violence, then there is no profitable business in this world.
Starting the engine, the foreigner drove the car out of the underground parking lot, secretly planning the players for the weekend's card game.
Big Brother? He's too old. Wait a few more years until the building is complete, who knows if he'll still be in position. It's best to look for one or two potential top figures in the police world from the deputy heads.
While the foreigners were planning their weekend card game, How Man-chung walked towards Tony and the others, also calculating the foreigners in his mind.
Well... above the Chief Inspector is the Deputy Commissioner of Police. With the foreigner's age, in a few years, barring any accidents, he will likely become a top leader in the police force.
“聪明哥，还是送去海边吗？”
看了眼离去的黑色奔驰轿车，少说少问的托尼自觉的帮侯文聪打开了后座的车门道。
"Tell Long Wu to add a few more iron chains. Senior inspectors are not to be taken lightly. If there's a problem, we'll all be buried together." The cautious Hou Wencong reiterated his instructions carefully.
"Got it! Where are we going now?" After Hou Wencong took his seat, Tony, who was in the driver's seat, continued.
"I have a movie date with Jojo tonight, so let's go to Kowloon Tong to pick her up first." Huang Zhicheng, a dead man, couldn't be bothered to remind Hou Wencong even the last sentence, if it weren't for his senior inspector status, Hou Wencong's mind was now only focused on his date with Jojo tonight.
"First send me back to Boran Street, I also have a date with my daughter at night...to play mahjong!" The co-driver in the car immediately spoke up to stop the chitchatdad from going to Kowloon Tong.
"To Boran Street, China's ancient boxing is so powerful, of course we have to satisfy Uncle Da first." With a happy tone, Hou Wencong patted the front seat with an expressionless face.
"So kind? You're not going to kick me off halfway, are you?" He still had that arrogant and boastful attitude, but a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes.
"Don't be silly, we're old acquaintances, how could I kick you off?" His face was all smiles, but there was a glint of coldness in his eyes, said Hou Wencong.
(End of this chapter)