Half a year later.

The Hong Kong Government Community Relations Office was established, which is a new grassroots department of the Hong Kong Government and is recruited through an employment system. As it does not involve disciplined services and is under the jurisdiction of the Civic Affairs Bureau, it has not caused any waves on Hong Kong Island.

He Dingxian always pays attention to the changes in the political situation and knows that the establishment of a new department represents a large amount of capital and personnel investment, and it is impossible to be untargeted. The Intelligence Bureau was immediately instructed to investigate the work of the Community Relations Office and learned that the Community Relations Office was responsible for receiving complaints about government affairs, eliminating discrimination between China and the UK, and caring for the underprivileged.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Bai sir is really a practical person." ”

"On the one hand, we want to develop the New Territories, and on the other hand, we are still striving for the political support of the low-level citizens, and my style of action is very stable." Although the Community Relations Division is slow to produce results, it takes a long time to make a difference.

But it's real, and it's the right medicine.

"In the past, Hong Kong Island citizens did not have a channel to complain about government affairs, and Sino-British discrimination was the reason for the strong anti-British sentiment at the bottom."

"Now, first, we will open up complaints, listen to the voices of citizens, and solve the contradictions between the government and the people, and secondly, we will officially play the slogan of equality between China and Britain, no matter how much we can do, it will be a shot in the arm for the bottom."

The official attitude is given, first of all, it will receive a batch of praise, and if it can be done in earnest, the support rate will definitely increase.

Bai Liji is leading the Hong Kong government from a hegemonic government to a service government, and the huge difference between the two makes Ho Tingxian smell the danger: "At this time, it has been less than five years since the storm of clean government, and it seems that the Hong Kong government can have the public opinion to launch an anti-corruption campaign, and the Community Relations Department has contributed a lot." ”

"I remember that the ICAC seems to have a similar department, I don't know if it is the same, but we must prepare in advance."

Although the Community Relations Office seems harmless to humans and animals, he must not ignore the influence of a new department, maybe if one does not pay attention, the other party will practice a killer weapon, ignore it a few times, and the power of the Hong Kong government will snowball.

The political ability of each governor is very strong, and if a policy is not followed up in time, it will not take ten or eight years, sometimes three or five years, and the social atmosphere will change, and it will be difficult to keep up with the pace.

He Dingxian pondered for a moment, made a phone call, and as soon as he put the phone down, there was a knock on the door: "Da Da Da." ”

"Brother Xian." Lard stood at the door and shouted.

"Come in." He Dingxian sat on the chair, picked up the teacup, glanced at the lard boy in the white shirt, and suddenly said loudly: "Try not to come to the police station in person in the future, call if there is anything, and talk to you after work." ”

"Every month's fee, let the guy go to the money bank to collect it, don't send it to the police station in person."

He took a sip of tea: "The ghost guy's share is driven to the director's residence, the deputy director's residence, and I usually pay attention to safety." ”

The lard boy's grinning eyebrows were stunned for a moment, and he opened his mouth to reply, "Yes." ”

"Brother Xian."

His expression became less happy than before, and he took out an invitation card in his arms and put it on the table: "Big guy, Brother Luo's boy will hold a study abroad banquet in the evening, and invite you to have two drinks." ”

He Dingxian took the invitation, opened it and glanced at it, and threw it on the table: "I happened to make an appointment to talk about things in the evening, just help me bring a red envelope to congratulate." ”

"Understood."

Lard Boy wondered in his heart, the police force has been calm recently, the situation is very good, and it is rumored that the boss has been promoted to senior assistant commissioner, and officially manages Hong Kong Island as the number one, why do you vaguely feel that the boss is not in the right mood?

"Then I'll go out first."

He didn't want to stay long.

He Dingxian nodded, and after the lard boy left, he leaned back on the chair and looked at the invitation, with a trace of displeasure on his face: "Mom's birthday, my wife's birthday is a treat to set up wine, and now even my son has to set up wine when he goes abroad to study." ”

"Is there such a lack of money?"

In fact, Lei Luo is not short of money at all, there are more than one million in cash at home alone, and in recent years, he likes to set up wine and be in the limelight, which is nothing more than enjoying the prestige of being a big man, constantly verifying his own power, and even having the meaning of doing it for the top.

He Dingxian was there every time at the beginning, and now he is too lazy to go.

Lei Luo's child, Lei Yongxian, was born in the first year of Lei Luo's marriage to Ah Xia, and he was pregnant before marriage, and now he has reached the age of middle school, and he contacted the school in Australia, Xu wants to leave a way back.

However, this time the relationship between the two fathers and sons is very good, when Lei Yongxian was a child, he still called him "Qi Ye", but because he was not officially accepted as a godson, he slowly called him back to his uncle

At this time, the lard boy stopped at the door for two seconds, faintly heard a few words in his ears, and immediately stepped away, the whole process was very short, as if inadvertently, but when he sat back in the car, he already knew it, and said to the driver: "Sweet potato, I won't go to Repulse Bay at night, give the red envelope to Brother Luo for me, if Brother Luo asks, say that I went to Haojiang to talk about business." ”

He threw two thick red envelopes on the passenger seat.

"Got it."

"Brother Boy." Sweet Potato Boy agreed, playing the steering wheel, and also noticed that something was wrong. He Dingxian has actually been trying to help his brothers tide over the difficulties, but once he is ready to cut in his heart, many actions unconsciously reveal vigilance.

This subtle emotion, through the conduction effect, will actually be exacerbated and amplified.

In the past two years, more and more people can perceive that people with autonomy have more or less distanced themselves from Lei Luo, leaving only the old brothers of the New Territories and Kowloon who are tied to Lei Luo. He Dingxian is not ignorant of the undercurrent, but he can't change his attitude, because vigilance will be conducted, and trust will be the same! If He Dingxian still shows unconditional trust in Lei Luo, he will continue to strengthen Lei Luo's power and have a more adverse impact on the overall situation. Sometimes keeping the people below a little suspicious can actually reduce the danger.

He hopes to complete the internal power transfer safely in a bloodless and non-purposeful way, and then concentrate on dealing with the ghosts. But with Lei Luo, Zeng Shaoke, Cai Zhaoguang and others not letting go of power, the chances are becoming slim.

Evening.

Kowloon Tong.

He Dingxian changed into a sportswear, wore wave shoes, and held a wave ball in his hand, and appeared on a field field with lime lines drawn on a loess mud field. Twenty-five young men in yellow T-shirts, with different looks and shining eyes, stared at the special car with No. 1 license plates, all with some excitement in their expressions.

"Mr. Ho!"

"Mr. Ho!"

A young man with oblique bangs couldn't help but open his mouth and shout, and more and more shouts rang out.

Mr. Ji Zhengxiong, chairman of the Ho Ting Yin Foundation, was also wearing a yellow T-shirt, sports shorts, and a whistle around his neck, and trotted up to greet him, and did not forget to nod and bow when he approached: "Boss He, the students have arrived." ”

"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Ji." He Dingxian patted Ji Zhengxiong's arm and smiled amiably: "I still have to be a referee at such an old age." ”

"It's fine."

Ji Zhengxiong said with two drops of sweat on his forehead, obviously he can't be a competent referee, but he is definitely the most suitable referee. He Dingxian came to the young man who was lined up in two teams, with his hands on his hips, his chest up, and standing tall, and he swept over the faces and shouted everyone's name with his mouth open: "Ah Wei." ”

"Zhibang."

"Bear Cub."

Everyone who was called by name had a look of pride on their faces, and they nodded excitedly: "Here!" ”

"Here!"

"Uncle Ho."

And girls.

He Dingxian held the ball in his hand, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, looking at the young people in front of him, he only felt simple and generous, many of them were wearing glasses, with acne on their faces, and their bangs were messy regardless of their image. There is no upper-class suit and leather shoes, the literary quality is polite, and there is no police officer's ability and toughness, and the training is well-trained, but that vigor is rushing to the face, and no one can ignore it.

Some of the yellow T-shirts on their bodies are very new, as if they have been treasured for many years, some have been washed until they are white and faded, and some are no longer the size of the fit, but all of them are printed with the Chinese characters of "Tung Wah Group of Hospitals, Ho Ting Yin Middle School". More than ten years have passed, and the first batch of students sponsored by the first school that year have already graduated. Some of them have been admitted to university and are already working, and some are still in graduate school. Although, due to family reasons, only a few of each cohort will go to university. But after accumulating year by year, there are now dozens of people who have achieved academic success.

These talents are the bargaining chips to win the ghost guys!

It's hope!

He Dingxian hugged the ball and said with a smile: "Take it easy, I asked my classmates to play football today, because I heard Mr. Ji say that the school holds a ball game every year, and you usually play football in this stadium." It's rare to have time, so be sure to come and meet you. ”

"It's very happy to see everyone grow up and change their destiny. The foundation doesn't give out much money every year, and there are many students to support, and there are many schools, and they all rely on their own efforts to get to where they are today. ”

"Forget it, I won't say much nonsense, this is not a police force, it's not my turn to lecture everyone, let's divide it!" He walked into the middle of the students with the ball, and Ji Zhengxiong raised his hand beside him: "Black with white, Mr. He changed teams at half time." ”

He formed a circle with the students, and after a few matches, he smiled and put the ball on the halfway line. He Dingxian retreated to the position of the center forward, turned his head to look at Jian Aowei on the right, the two looked at each other and smiled, and then Ji Zhengxiong blew the whistle, and team A striker Han Zhibang and team B striker Wang Yichong rushed forward.

"Quick!"

"Ah Wei, pass!"

"He Sheng!"

As soon as He Dingxian turned his head when he heard this, a ball had already flown to his feet, and when he saw Han Zhibang waiting for the ball in front of him, he hurriedly raised his leg and kicked it. After this ball, he became more and more sober, and he already knew exactly how to deal with the Independent Commission Against Corruption in his mind.

The general trend is on the other side.

You can't rely on brute force.

It takes a little bit of skill

Brush!

A ball spun like the wind, along the door frame, and staggered into the door.

"The ball is in!"

Han Zhibang excitedly took off his T-shirt, opened his arms and high-fived his teammates all the way, and Team A took the lead to score a point.

The storm of integrity is another series of plots, and you need to think about the twists, buttons and conflicts, and the speed of the update, everyone forgive me. I don't want to be afraid of being scolded, yesterday a reader found me on Douyin and complained about a plot before, hahaha.

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