Shek Tong Tsui, dog fighting peripheral betting station.

A black Ford sedan slowly approached and stopped at the door.

Rotten Boy's eyes lit up, he took two quick steps, came to the front of the car and opened the car door, respectfully staggered to let the people inside get out of the car.

"Big Ma."

"Who are you? Don't scream. ”

Ma Shaolin, who was bloated, got out of the car, and looked at the rotten boy in front of him with a pair of small eyes, looking not angry and arrogant.

The smile on Rotten Tsaiming's face remained unchanged, and his posture was very low.

"I'm rotten, we've met, Brother Ma doesn't know me anymore? This morning I brought my brother to join Brother Pony, and Brother Pony has already promised to accept me. ”

Ma Shaolin frowned silently.

As Da Biao's horse, he naturally knows him, but he doesn't want to deal with the other party.

"Where's Hao?"

Rotten Tsai Ming hurriedly took over: "Brother Xiao Ma is in the office." ”

Ma Shaolin didn't even say a word, and after closing the car door, he didn't look at the rotten boy, and walked towards the betting station.

Rotten Tsai Ming looked at Ma Shaolin's back, and lit a cigarette for himself with an ugly face.

However, he didn't worry too much, Ma Shihao had already accepted him, and for Ma Shihao, who was in a hurry to win over people, he would not go back on his word and drive him away.

Entering the betting shop and striding to the office, Ma Shaolin pushed open the door and looked at Ma Shihao sitting in the chair, frowned and said:

"Ah Hao, what's going on with that rotten boy outside?"

Of course, Ma Shihao could hear the dissatisfaction in his eldest brother's tone, and he smiled disapprovingly:

"You said he, I collected it in the morning, he has the eyesight to see, and he is quite clever."

Ma Shaolin brought the door, bypassed the desk, and sat on the chair.

"I really don't understand, how can you take this guy? Don't you know that he is Uncle Biao's person? ”

"Yes."

Ma Shihao nodded, got up and stepped forward with a smile.

He handed a cigarette to Ma Shaolin, lit it for him, lit another one for himself, spread his hands and continued:

"Big brother, don't you usually say that multiple friends are better than multiple enemies? You see that if I charge a few more people, I will have a few more people to do things, what's so bad? ”

Ma Shaolin spit out a puff of cigarette smoke and said earnestly:

"Of course it's not good, I look at that kid, he will definitely be an enemy in the future, you look at his anti-bone appearance, Ah Hao, raise tigers for trouble! I don't agree with that. ”

"Big brother, you are worrying about the sky, it's too exaggerated."

Ma Shihao shook his head and laughed:

"Still raising tigers? That rotten boy is a dog at most, the owner commanded, if you want to bark, you can scream, you can beat, just give him food, I think he is a smart man, he should know how to do it. ”

"There are so many people in Hong Kong who want to mix the brand and fight for wealth, why should they accept this kind of person? Do you know what an anti-bone boy is? That kid can betray Uncle Biao once, and he can betray us the second time, do you understand? ”

Ma Shaolin's face is not very good-looking.

The most disgusting thing for the people with mixed words is these anti-bones.

"If that kid dares to betray me, I'll let him sink his corpse!"

Ma Shihao's eyes widened, and he said something viciously.

He has his own considerations, and accepting these people is also to weaken Da Biao's strength.

Strike first.

In his opinion, no matter what his eldest brother does, he thinks about it, and everything is slower than others, and he also has scruples about whether to annex Da Biao's territory.

But the West Ring is so big, if they don't do it, Da Biao can't help it.

Ma Shaolin didn't speak anymore this time, just stared at Ma Shihao, who was bent on going his own way, sighed, lowered his head and took a puff of cigarette.

"Big brother, don't worry, I won't hand over the business to him, just let him be a boy, and I will never let this happen."

Ma Shihao patted Ma Shaolin on the shoulder, and his tone slowed down.

Before he could finish speaking, there was a knock on the door.

He spoke out a little impatiently:

"Come in."

A 49 boy walked in quickly.

"Big brother, rotten boy Ming was taken away by the bad guy."

Ma Shihao turned his head and glanced at him: "What's the matter?" ”

"It's Zhu Zishen's policeman's business, last night the other party played a few games in the gambling stall of Rotten Tsaiming, and those bad guys said to take him to the police station for questioning."

"Alright, I got it."

Ma Shihao waved his hand and motioned for the other party to go out.

When the door was closed, he pursed his lips and complained:

"These guys are really, they have been here a few times, what clues can be asked by questioning, just Zhu Zishen's virtue, what is missing? If you don't do it, someone will do it. ”

Ma Shaolin glanced at him: "If it's not about us, let's say a few words, this kind of thing can't be talked about." ”

"That's what it was."

Ma Shihao muttered.

As if he suddenly remembered something, he whispered:

"By the way, big brother, Liu Changquan deliberately arrested Wu Shihao against Li An, and at dinner last night, Sir Ren said that Li Zhengtao in Shanghuan also tore his face with Liu Changquan for this matter, and that Zhu Zishen is Liu Changquan's person, do you say that the other party's disappearance has anything to do with Li An?"

Ma Shaolin waved his hand dissatisfiedly to interrupt him.

"Hey, didn't I tell you, don't be nosy."

"Okay, okay, I'll not talk about it, I'll go to the gambling stall next door and take a look."

In the teahouse, Li An and Sun Liwen sat opposite each other.

Sun Liwen held the pen, and as Ang Lee spoke, he lowered his head and quickly recorded on the paper.

For a long time, it wasn't until Li An finished talking about the so-called black material that he paused his pen and looked at Li An with an inquiring gaze:

"I don't know how Mr. Li wants to criticize Liu Changquan?"

Li An took a sip of tea and moistened his throat:

"Of course, it is to arouse the response of the public, and the bigger the better."

"If that's all there is, it won't have a big response when it is published."

Sun Liwen put down the pen in his hand and shook his head.

There is certainly no problem in writing a press release to satirically criticize Liu Changquan.

But many of the black materials provided by Ang Lee have no direct evidence, so they can only attack with insinuations.

It is far from enough to rely on Liu Changquan accepting bribes and the wealth he has does not match his income, and pulling the other party into the water.

The citizens know that they need to do things to do errands, otherwise they will make it as difficult as possible for you, and even say that the black is white, and the plaintiff becomes the defendant.

Even if you go to the doctor and don't give you a spot, the doctor will be perfunctory. The fire department came to put out the fire, arrived at the scene, and if no one paid for the 'throat opening', they would rather watch the fire burn the house to the ground.

This kind of carrying red envelopes to pass five levels and kill six generals has become a way of life for citizens, just like breathing.

"What if you add that?"

Ang Lee handed over the document in front of him.

Sun Liwen took the documents and opened them to find that these were all litigation documents.

"It's."

"Notarized litigation documents can ensure their legitimacy and reliability, and the court has accepted these two cases. Extorting confessions by torture and framing him is enough for the citizens to criticize him verbally and in writing. ”

Li An took a slow sip of the tea in front of the table, and motioned for Sun Liwen to take a slow look.

In this era, job-related crimes have fallen into a frenzy, and torture to extract confessions, unjust, false, and wrongful convictions abound.

Wu Shihao also dug up a lot of framing things from Ah Shen's mouth.

Li An called Charlie early in the morning and asked him to go to the prison to meet the parties, promising to help them file a lawsuit for free to ensure that they would not be retaliated against, and two of them were willing to identify Liu Changquan as instructing his subordinates to frame them.

Roasting Liu Changquan on the fire with a painless press release will not solve the problem.

Through the pressure of public opinion, it is Ang Lee's goal to remove Liu Changquan.

Li Ang worked hard for two cups of tea, and Sun Liwen also finished reading the two litigation documents.

He put down the papers, exhaled, and muttered:

"There are these two lawsuits, and there is no problem in criticizing Liu Changquan."

Li An shook his head: "It's not just Liu Changquan. ”

Sun Liwen was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Who else is Mr. Li going to criticize?" ”

"John!"

Li An said softly.

"John, who is it?"

"The senior superintendent of the Xihuan Police Station, Liu Changquan's boss."

Sun Liwen only thought about it for a while, and then understood the meaning of Li An's words:

"You're trying to put pressure on the other side by satirizing Superintendent John."

"Yes, not only to be sarcastic, but also to strongly attack the superintendent's inaction, which will lead to the emergence of a detective like Liu Changquan in the Xihuan Police Station."

Sun Liwen's eyes lit up: "This is even better than directly condemning Liu Changquan." ”

"There is also Liu Chang's lover, luxury cars and real estate under his name, and these negative news can also be widely reported."

Ang Lee added.

In 60, the detective had a monthly salary of 300 yuan, and it was almost impossible to buy a luxury car of more than 40,000 yuan, raise a young wife, and buy real estate with this money.

Although these two cases have only been accepted and have not yet been put in court, as long as the newspapers hype up and the citizens see Liu Changquan with an unclean butt from the newspapers, public opinion will definitely be one-sided.

and then sarcastically attacked John, the ghost superintendent.

Even if Liu Changquan shirks his responsibility and is forced by the pressure of public opinion, John, who was burned by the fire, will definitely be furious, and there is a high probability that he will directly remove Inspector Liu Changquan from his position.

Sun Liwen nodded:

"No problem."

Ang Lee made Sun Liwen a cup of tea:

"In fact, the news also needs gimmicks, it can be exaggerated appropriately, as long as it does not distort the facts, it is irrelevant, and the public is more willing to watch it."

Sun Liwen heard the meaning of Li An's words, and said loudly:

"Don't worry about this."

"Then please ask Editor-in-Chief Sun."

"Mr. Li, that's so polite."

Sun Liwen drank all the tea and stood up:

"I still have to report back to the society to catch up with the press release, so I'll go first, Mr. Li, call me if you have anything."

Ang Lee got up to see him off.

"Stay."

Sun Liwen arched his hand.

"Goodbye, Editor-in-Chief Sun."

After bidding farewell to Sun Liwen, Ang Lee didn't stay long, paid for the tea and left.

Out of the teahouse, Li An walked to Mercedes-Benz parked on the side of the road, opened the car door, and Hua Man was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Won't you go around for a while?"

"Thinking you're almost done talking, I'll come out."

As he spoke, Hua Man handed over a delicate brown leather purse.

"When I went to the dress store just now, I bought a wallet for you, see if you like it?"

Ang Lee took the wallet in his hand and looked at it:

"Pretty good."

The smile on Hua Man's face brightened.

"Where to go first?"

Ang Lee tucked his wallet into his trouser pocket and asked as he started the car.

Hua Man thought for a moment: "Kowloon Tong." ”

"Okay."

Ang Lee nodded, and the sedan sped all the way.

The six shops in Hua Manxiang's picture have been taken down, and I want him to take a look.

Accompanied Hua Man to see the shop, finished eating, and sent Hua Man back to the walled city, Li An went to Tsim Sha Tsui non-stop.

Last night, Ang Lee received a call from Lei Luo, inviting him to come to Tsim Sha Tsui tonight to attend a banquet.

When Ang Lee drove to Nathan Road, where Longxing Restaurant was located, it was already 7:40 p.m.

Nathan Road runs through almost the entire central area of Kowloon, lined with shops and signboards, and the neon lights all over the street look even more bustling when lit up at night.

"Welcome!"

The waiter at the door bowed politely.

Li An smiled and walked into the restaurant with a gift.

"Mr. Lee."

The lard boy, who used to wear short sleeves in the past, rarely put on a formal suit, and when he saw Li An enter the hall, he walked over briskly with a red face.

"Brother Luo is entertaining guests upstairs, I'll take you up."

Ang Lee stopped the lard boy:

"Don't bother, I'll just go up myself."

Walking up the red-carpeted staircase to the second floor, you will find a large space with a luxurious style, where most of the tables are already filled with guests, a staggered noise, and the gorgeous crystal chandeliers on the ceiling reflect colorful lights.

Compared with Zhou Sheng's promotion banquet at the beginning, there were more guests who came to Lei Luo to congratulate.

Obviously, Lei Luo took Sir Chow Zhou and was transferred to the detective of Tsim Sha Tsui, a large oil and water area, and his status can be said to be rising.

Lei Luo was entertaining the guests who had gone upstairs.

Li An stepped over and handed over the pure gold Pixiu in his hand.

"Inspector Lei, congratulations! This is a gift for you. ”

"Thank you."

Lei Luo took the gift in his hand, and at this time, another guest came upstairs, and he smiled apologetically:

"The hospitality is not good, let's take a seat first."

"You're welcome."

Lei Luo handed the gift in his hand to the waiter on the side, and greeted the guests upstairs.

Ang Lee looked around and walked inside.

Zhou Sheng, who was sitting on the seat, saw Li An, stood up and beckoned to him:

"Ang Lee, here."

As soon as Zhou Sheng spoke, on the table behind him, Liu Changquan, who was wearing a suit and chatting with someone, turned his head and looked over.

When Li An walked towards Zhou Sheng, he was bumping into Liu Changquan's eyes that wanted to breathe fire.

He didn't care and came to Zhou Sheng's side.

"Brother Sheng."

At this time, there were already three or four guests sitting around the table, and Zhou Sheng drank some wine, looking a little flushed.

After motioning for Ang Li to sit down, he introduced to the four people at the same table:

"This is my brother, Ang Lee."

After a little hesitation, Liu Changquan, who was sitting on the other side, confessed to the chatting guest, got up and came to Zhou Sheng's table, pulled out a chair and sat opposite Li An.

Sensing that Liu Changquan seemed to be a bad person, Zhou Sheng's eyes sank, and he couldn't help frowning.

"Ang Lee."

"Liu Changquan, is there something wrong with me?"

Li An seemed to have just seen Liu Changquan, and his tone was cold.

(End of chapter)