"Brother Xiao! We took these things as you commanded! ”

In Du Yongxiao's office, Lai Pihua and Huo Qilin came to give Du Yongxiao a "vote".

Du Yongxiao leaned back in the chair, crossed his legs, smoked a cigarette, and looked like a big man.

Datouwen and Zhuang Dingxian stood behind him, holding their chests high and raising their heads, like humming two generals.

"Here's a 3 million HSBC cashier's check, ready to be cashed out!" Lai Pihua showed the money looted from Yan Xiong's house, "And here is the title deed, a building in Mong Kok, worth 1.3 million, and three shops in Tsim Sha Tsui, worth 2.5 million. ”

"There are also jewelry calligraphy and paintings, this is Qiu Ying's "Autumn Wind Falling Fan", and this is Zhu Zhishan's "Thousand Character Stickers...... This is the jade Guanyin at the bottom of the old pit in Myanmar, this is the best emerald, all of them are worth a lot of money......"

Du Yongxiao smoked a cigarette, looked at the mountains of property in front of him lightly, and waited until Lai Pihua finished introducing them before he said, "How much is the total?" ”

"Ten million in total."

"That's a lot!" Du Yongxiao smiled, "This time it is estimated that Yan Xiong's old bottom will be hollowed out." ”

"Even if it wasn't emptied, more than half of it was taken out." Datouwen said with a smile.

Lai Pihua and Huo Qilin also hurriedly laughed: "We have done our best. ”

The corners of Du Yongxiao's mouth curled, "I didn't blame you." Besides, I'm not a bad person, I have to leave something for Yan Ye, in case he comes out of it and has nothing, it's too pitiful! ”

"Inspector Du, benevolence and righteousness!"

Lai Pihua and the fire unicorn spoke in unison.

Du Yongxiao got up, looked at the HSBC cashier's note, and then looked at the title deeds and jewelry.

"The ghosts love cash! Bighead-——"

"In!"

"Redeem the three million promissory notes first! Let's visit the ghosts! ”

……

"Dear Du, I love the afternoon tea at the Kowloon Peninsula Cafe."

The Peninsula Hotel,

open-air café,

Under the parasol –

Chief Superintendent Ge Bai took the coffee, looked at the sunset, and said to Du Yongxiao with a comfortable face.

"That direction is my hometown, yes, my beautiful British Peninsula."

"Sir, we have a saying in China that wherever the heart goes, the border is home. Home is just a concept, which takes root and gradually sprouts - slowly becomes home. Du Yongxiao said, snapping his fingers at Datouwen.

Datouwen stepped forward and put a box at Ge Bai's feet.

"Open it and look at it first, with it, you can have countless homes."

Ge Bai smiled, bent down and gently opened the box a crack, glanced at it, closed it again, raised his head and said to Du Yongxiao: "I understand what you mean now." Yes, I'm really starting to love the land of Hong Kong now. ”

"That's good! Cheers to your future new home, sir! Du Yongxiao held up his coffee.

"Haha! Good! ”

There are two million in the box, and you can really buy a home, and it is still a villa level.

"So about Yan Xiong's case—"

"I'll take care of it." Ge Bai said, "But I'm curious, why are you helping him?" ”

"Even if he is wrong, he is also my master, and I used to work with him in plain clothes."

"Du, you are a very emotional person, I like people like you, not cold-blooded, worth befriending!"

"It's an honor to be able to work under the Commander."

"Haha, don't say that, we're friends, right?"

Du Yongxiao smiled slightly, raised his glass and invited: "Yes!" ”

……

"Brother Xiao, all three million have been sent! Ghost guy Ge Bai, Johnson, Zhuang Shichen, you have all counted, and now Yan Xiong's assets are still seven million, you see-" Datouwen looked at Du Yongxiao.

Du Yongxiao sat in the car and pinched his chin: "Take out a million rewards for the brothers!" It's almost the New Year, and everyone is working hard during this time! ”

Datou Wen Yixi: "Okay, Brother Xiao!" "One can imagine how happy the brothers would be when they found out.

In addition, one million is not a small amount, Du Yongxiao casually took it out to reward his subordinates, this kind of atmosphere is incomparable.

"Take another one million out, you, Bucktooth Ju, Fighting Qiang, Ren Darong, and Ah Xian-——" Du Yongxiao looked at Zhuang Dingxian, who was in charge of driving, "Divide it equally!" It's the New Year, I'll give you a reward! ”

Datouwen happily closed his mouth.

Zhuang Dingxian was also very excited, and hurriedly turned around and said, "Thank you, Brother Xiao!" ”

A million is divided into five parts, which is 200,000!

200,000 yuan can buy a building in Wan Chai!

Datouwen, Zhuang Dingxian, they became chartered public in one leap.

"As for the remaining five million, they will be deposited in my name for the time being! Times Square is under construction, money is needed everywhere, find an opportunity to help Yan Ye invest first! ”

"Understood!" Datouwen smiled and said, "Brother Xiao is still thoughtful!" If Yan Xiong learns, he will be grateful to you! ”

……

"Ahh Yan Xiong sneezed in the detention room, "Hit the street, and I don't know if the side is talking bad about me outside!" ”

In only three or four days, Yan Xiong already had fluffy hair and a scruffy beard, and he became extremely decadent.

Suddenly, he clutched his stomach.

The stomach is turned upside down.

"Guard, come on some pieces of paper, I'm going to go to the hut!" Yan Xiong shouted through the iron fence.

One guard was listening to a horse race on the radio, and another was plucking his nose in the mirror, neither of them moving.

"Guard, get some paper! I have a stomachache and want to. Yan Xiong had to continue shouting.

The guard who plucked his nose hair was impatient, and casually copied a newspaper and threw it to Yan Xiong: "Use this first!" ”

"Huh?" Yan Xiong picked up the newspaper and looked at it, it was rough, and it was easy to stain the ink, he was used to being pampered outside, where would he use this thing.

"This newspaper is too coarse, is there anything delicate? Even if there is no cotton paper, Zheng Kee's bamboo paper will do! ”

"Made, the is endless! If there are no paper drops, do you want a baton? The nose-haired guard stood up and flashed his baton.

Yan Xiong shuddered, and then remembered that he was no longer a detective, but a prisoner, "No! No! It's good to have a newspaper! ”

Yan Xiong hurriedly apologized, held the newspaper, walked towards the toilet, squatted down, took off his pants, his stomach hurt badly, but he couldn't pull it out, so he said, "Guard, can you not look this way?" You look, I can't pull it out! ”

"Look at you!"

"Made, old glass!"

Yan Xiong lost his dignity when he was scolded, but he didn't dare to reply, so he could only hold his breath and work hard-——

Holding the newspaper in his hand, he rubbed it vigorously and made it softer.

That's when —

Tuk tuk!

Someone knocked at the door and came in,

"Yan Xiong, someone bailed you!"

Yan Xiong was holding back his strength, ready to plunge for a thousand miles, when he heard the words, he shrank suddenly, "Bail me?" ”

The two guards were also very curious, who would dare to bail a criminal like Yan Xiong, who would dare to bail out?

The man said coldly: "Who else could it be?" Of course, it's Inspector Kowloon, Du Yongxiao! ”

(End of chapter)