In Zhao Jiangchuan's 'helpless and regretful' teaching, Zhang Jiarong has already blushed.

There are those who are angry, those who are angry, and those who hate even more.

It's more of a feeling that he can't even put into words.

It's complicated, it's confusing.

It's so complicated and chaotic that Zhang Jiarong doesn't even know how to refute it.

As Zhao Jiangchuan said.

In Zhang Jiarong's eyes, the mainland represents poverty and inferiority.

He is a member of the Royal Hong Kong Police Force.

He gets a high salary of more than 20,000 yuan a month.

He put a month's salary on the mainland, and those mainlanders can't earn it for a lifetime.

Those northerners don't care about the low wages, they just work when they are paid.

Those Beigu, all of them came to Hong Kong to sell.

The value of those mainlanders in their lifetime is not as good as his for a month, why should he be of the same root as this kind of person.

As a noble royal policeman, Zhang Jiarong is ashamed to be in the company of such people.

But now, Zhao Jiangchuan speaks an authentic mainland dialect.

Every word of the mainland dialect is poking at the pride and dignity in Zhang Jiarong's heart.

Zhang Jiarong clenched his fists involuntarily.

He roared inwardly.

Why are mainlanders so rich now, this must be fake.

But the facts are in front of us.

Zhang Jiarong wanted to escape, but there was no way not to hear Zhao Jiangchuan's words.

"But what you said does make a lot of sense, so all I can say is, sorry, you can really do whatever you want with money. ”

"Forgot, I don't think you'll ever understand this feeling in your life, you're a member of the Royal Hong Kong Police....."

Every word of Zhao Jiangchuan is destroying the pride in Zhang Jiarong's heart.

From the day he joined the company, he was proud to be a member of the Royal Police Officer.

But now, his dignity and pride have been trampled to pieces under that sentence of mainland words.

Emperor... Family... Police ..... inspection.

Zhao Jiangchuan bit these four words very hard.

It was so heavy that in Zhang Jiarong's ears, it was like hearing Zhao Jiangchuan scolding him for being a lackey of the British and a second-class human being.

Zhang Jiarong's teeth chattered.

He just wanted to eat this hateful mainlander alive.

It's a pity that Zhang Jiarong didn't have that opportunity.

The entrance of the Kowloon Branch.

Yan Liguo's face turned pale.

He was the Commissioner of Police of the Kowloon Branch, but no one would listen to his orders.

In front of George King, Yan Liguo felt like the uniformed policemen were deliberately slapping him in the face.

I can't even do this little thing, how can a capitalist like George King take him seriously.

If he doesn't even have the slightest use, how will George King help him get a job in China in the future?

Yan Liguo's eyes widened with anger.

He angrily pointed at Zhang Jiarong and a dozen uniformed policemen behind him and yelled.

"Zhang Jiarong, you are suspended now, and you, don't you want to do it anymore, don't you let me get out of the way. ”

In Hong Kong, a police officer is a well-paid job.

The salary is as high as 20,000 plus, which is much higher than an ordinary position.

No one wants to lose their job.

Therefore, under Yan Liguo's roar, several uniformed policemen behind Zhang Jiarong hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to get out of the way.

Zhang Jiarong was desperate.

He thought that he could get justice for his brother by relying on the large number of people.

But now, he has been hit by reality.

Not only did he not help Ah Cai get justice, but he even lost his job.

He was not convinced.

Is there no royal law in this world?

Mr. Cheung refused to give way.

He yelled at Yan Liguo.

"Commissioner, he beat Ah Choi to a cripple, is there no law in Hong Kong?

If you don't care, I'll go to the Superintendent, and if the Superintendent doesn't care, I'll go to the Governor's Palace, and I won't believe it......"

"Shut up, what are you, this is the place of our British Empire, do you have a part in speaking. ”

Yan Liguo was also furious.

He was about to leave Hong Kong in another year, and he was so angry that he scolded all the words in his heart without choosing words.

This scolding stunned Zhang Jiarong.

He seemed to finally realize something.

Yan Liguo's sarcastic eyes, contemptuous tone and disdainful demeanor.

Isn't it the same as when he looked at those mainlanders before?

Could this be their place in the eyes of the British?

Zhang Jiarong was a little confused.

If so, what if he went to the Superintendent and the Governor.

There can be no result at all other than being humiliated again.

Those people are British.

At this moment, the pride in Zhang Jiarong's heart was completely destroyed.

It turns out that what he thinks he is is not even a fart in the eyes of the British.

Not silence in silence, but eruption in silence.

The job is gone, and the pride of the Hong Kong people is gone.

Zhang Jiarong's face was distorted and almost deformed under the blow of reality.

He glared at Zhao Jiangchuan with red eyes.

"You wait, I won't let you go. ”

After speaking, Zhang Jiarong turned his head and left.

He knew that if he stayed any longer, his last bit of dignity would be trampled on.

Zhang Jiarong left angrily.

So he didn't notice that Zhao Jiangchuan's eyes suddenly narrowed together.

He made a move.

But then, Zhao Jiangchuan smiled again.

It's just a little person.

If Zhang Jiarong really wants to die, then he doesn't mind giving him a ride.

A farce is over.

After Zhang Jiarong dropped a cruel word and left, the uniformed policemen followed one by one.

"George, then I'll go first, and we'll talk again when we have a chance. ”

"Okay, Zhao, do you need me to arrange a car from you?"

"Then no, goodbye. ”

"Goodbye. ”

After Zhao Jiangchuan left.

The people at the entrance of the Kowloon Branch also gradually dispersed.

Only Yan Liguo and George King were left standing still.

Yan Liguo opened his mouth several times to ask something, but in the end he didn't ask anything.

Don't look at Yan Liguo is the Commissioner of Police of the Kowloon Branch of Hong Kong.

But he knew that he wasn't even a fart compared to George King's identity.

After another year, he was unemployed.

At that time, he still had to rely on these capitalists to get a good job in his hometown.

George King seemed to see Yan Liguo's doubts.

He smiled.

"Anning, aren't you curious why I'm helping this Chinese?"

Without waiting for Yan Liguo to answer, George King continued.

"Do you know God's name?"

Oh, God?

Who does not know that it is Yahweh.

But Yan Liguo didn't answer, he knew that George King was definitely not really asking him for God's name.

George King smiled.

Golden hair, upright facial features, and his elegant temperament.

It's like a divine messenger walking in the world.

The oracle is a gentleman.

After finding that Yan Liguo couldn't answer, George King gave him an answer.

"I think God's name should be called Money, what about Anning!"

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