History of Hong Kong Island

Chapter 100
Seeing the boss coming back, Qian Weishan immediately went up, but the boss said a word to Lei Luo, then looked at him and said: "It's all right, go guard the pond for two years, and return to my work after the limelight passes. "

"Thank you sir!"

Qian Weishan felt relieved, stood at attention quickly, and then went to hand in the gun and go through the formalities.

He Dingxian beckoned to Ale: "Go to Haojiang for me and bring Guan Bingsen back."

"Are you going through legal procedures?" Chen Jiale looked puzzled, because Hong Kong Island police officers do not have the power to enforce the law in Haojiang.

A Hua agent is not worth risking for a dying man.

But He Dingxian nodded and said: "Yes, but before you start, go to Fu Laorong, this Haojiang gambling king is known as Fu Bancheng, the Portuguese also want to save face, let him call the police to arrest him according to the procedure, and then hand it over at the pier. .”

"The case of the fire in Shek Kip Mei is about to be closed. The arsonist has already been identified, and there is still a mastermind behind the scenes. If he is not arrested, he will not be able to complete the task."

Chen Jiale suddenly realized, nodded and said: "Understood, let's do it right away."

He Dingxian said coldly: "Hurry up!"

"I'm waiting for him!"

This time, Guan Bingsen made a big mistake. He must know that the situation is not good. It is reasonable to run to Haojiang. According to reliable sources, he went to Haojiang to gamble the night before Lian Gongle took action, but It is theoretically feasible for him to rush to Singapore, Europe, America and other places to hide, but in practice it is impossible.

Because the current international passenger transportation is not so convenient, and it takes time to book a flight ticket in a hurry, because it is impossible for him to give up his net worth and assets on Hong Kong Island, because people always have a fluke mentality.

Even if Guan Bingsen is decisive enough, it will take a certain amount of time to sell the assets. Otherwise, if he runs away in a hurry, what's the use of dying?

The family doesn't need to worry about it?

No more money?
Running overseas penniless is also a death!

However, no one dared to take over Kwan Ping-sen's paper mill in a short period of time, and no one even bid for the building located in the East Tsim Sha Tsui area. It seemed that all wealthy businessmen in Hong Kong were watching coldly, waiting for a result...

That night.

Chen Jiale brought three plainclothes detectives to Haojiang Ferry Terminal, and waited on time for a team of judicial policemen to arrive. Two Chinese policemen were picking out a middle-aged man with red eyes and bloodshot eyes.

"Thank you."

Chen Jiale handed over a lighted cigarette, and the policeman put it in his mouth, took a puff, and said with a smile, "It's a small matter."

"I'll leave it to you." The police officer turned his head and waved his hand, and the two subordinates immediately released their hands, and two Chinese detectives took over.

Chen Jiale cast a cold glance at the middle-aged man: "Boss Guan, come back with us."

"Everyone is waiting for your explanation."

Guan Bingsen swallowed his saliva, trembling all over, and said in a panic: "It's none of my business, it's none of my business, I just let them burn a warehouse with fire."

"did not expect……"

"Isn't that enough!" Chen Jiale suddenly yelled, pointing at his nose and cursing: "Did you read the news, Baitian Village, Wozai Village, Shek Kip Mei Village, Da Podao Village... More than 7 villages were affected by the disaster, 200 Many people were homeless, and more than [-] people were burned to death in the newspapers.”

"The remaining ones who are missing and can't find their bodies, one to two thousand people, are none of your business, heh, I set the fire!"

Guan Bingsen pointed at someone and scolded him severely. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't explain it.

The police officer bowed his head and smoked, without saying a word, obviously he had seen the news.

Chen Jiale didn't speak anymore, and took people on board and left, and was sent to Wanchai Police Station that night.

Xiamen Street.

He Dingxian was sitting in the courtyard of the house drinking tea, and seeing Lei Luo hesitating to speak, he smiled and asked, "Ah Luo, if you have anything to say, just say it."

"Brother Xian, I want to borrow some money." Lei Luo thought for a while, and finally spoke.

"10 yuan?" He Dingxian knew it with a smile on his face.

Lei Luo gritted his teeth and said, "Yes!"

"To tell you the truth, Brother Xian, I am still carrying a usury loan and haven't repaid it. If I want to borrow again, firstly, the bank may not save face, and secondly, the interest rate may be very high."

"I didn't expect to have the opportunity to be the inspector before. The fee is 10 yuan!"

"I only have more than 1000 yuan in all my belongings." He sighed: "If I owe Chief Inspector Chen a little money, Chief Inspector Chen will not care about me. It just so happens that Chief Inspector Chen also has to pay Ghost, it's not good to owe Inspector Zong Hua any more money."

"Of course, I know Brother Xian is going to rebuild the factory. There are a lot of places to spend money. If you can't get it...I'll find a way."

He Dingxian shook his head: "You can think of any way, either to borrow money from the club members, or to get the money from the boss behind it."

"I have already seen that you are backed by the boss, but the relationship is not very close. I think Chief Inspector Chen has a good relationship with the boss. After all, he is a member of the Chaoshan Chamber of Commerce."

"But if you take money, isn't it controlled by others? I can see my brother as a dwarf, but I can't see my brother as a dog, let alone take the money from the society. Sooner or later you will have to spit it out twice, 10 yuan! I help You borrow!"

Lei Luo showed shame on his face, and replied aloud: "Thank you Brother Xian."

Inspector Hua's rank transfers are actually relatively frequent, with an average of one or two years, or the defense area is changed, or the job is transferred.

In short, other Chinese inspectors transferred a district and bought a building in a district.

There are really few people who rent a house in a district like them. It doesn't mean that two people are poor, but that it takes a while for people at the bottom to climb up to the top and accumulate capital.

Although 10 yuan is a big amount for both of them, it doesn't take a year for the two of them to come up with a lot of [-] yuan!
"Axian, where do you want to borrow money?" At this time, my mother brought a plate of opened durians to the table, and asked with a vigilant expression.

He Dingxian said out loud, "Find some personal relationship."

"Auntie."

Lei Luo hurriedly greeted, somewhat embarrassed.

He Dingxian didn't care, and pointed to the durian and introduced: "My brother brought back some good things from Southeast Asia, try something new."

Peng Lingshan said: "I have more than 1000 yuan here. Although it is not much, I will use it first."

"Enough."

He Dingxian was surprised, but did not refuse: "Just put it on the table later."

Obviously, my mother has saved the pocket money and food expenses that she gave before. Even if more than 1000 is a drop in the bucket, it is better to accept it than to be polite.

Let the elders feel that they are also contributing to the family, which can comfort the elders' hearts to some extent.

And what happened in Shek Kip Mei actually made my mother very sad...

Lei Luo was even more ashamed.

"Don't worry about my mother, she is a landlord's daughter whose house was confiscated, her husband died, and she was afraid of my death all day long." He Dingxian joked, Lei Luo looked up at the sky and moon with tears in his eyes, missing his mother in his heart.

"Is durian so unpalatable?" He Dingxian smiled inexplicably, but didn't go into details, but said: "This morning, the Hong Kong government officially announced the reconstruction plan of Shek Kip Mei, saying that public housing will be built on the original site. Citizens affected by the disaster can apply for a free public housing.”

"Have you heard?"

Lei Luo nodded and said: "I heard that it is very rare for the ghost to abandon the usual 'non-intervention policy' and take the initiative to pay for the repair of the building. Currently, he plans to repair [-] seven-story resettlement buildings to house people with ID cards. of victims."

"Being able to live upstairs in a building instead of living in a shanty town is a good thing for the residents of the housing estate." Lei Luo sighed.

He Dingxian sneered, "According to the public plan, each unit in the resettlement building is only 120 feet (13 square meters), but each unit must accommodate at least five people. Children count as half of the population. Is this a good thing?"

"Ghost is just paying money to keep you safe, just to stop the world from talking."

This plan was publicized in news papers, and it is exactly the same as the history. In fact, the earliest housing estates on Hong Kong Island started from this.

Of course, it is indeed better to live in a building "upstairs" than in a shanty town. At least the probability of a large fire in a cement building will be reduced.

Resettlement buildings will also adopt public toilets, leaving corridor areas for citizens to wash and cook, and there will be more water pipes for drinking water.

However, moving from the log cabin area to upstairs to live in a coffin house does not mean that the quality of life has improved. At the same time, the real estate industry on Hong Kong Island has also risen.

Residents of the housing estates will use all the area of ​​the buildings for their livelihood, such as opening playgrounds and primary schools on the rooftops, forming a unique atmosphere of life on Hong Kong Island.

Lei Luo also sighed after hearing the words: "It's really difficult to find a shelter from the wind and rain in the ghost land."

"Hong Kong Island is the land of our Chinese." He Dingxian corrected a sentence, and then he was helpless: "You and I can't even get 10 yuan now."

"Forget it, there's nothing to talk about, we'll talk about it in the future."

Lei Luo remained silent. Under the strong appearance, his heart had undergone drastic changes. Not only people were burned to death in a fire, but also many souls...

The next morning, He Dingxian came to the mission station to work, and as soon as he entered the door, he asked Chen Jiale, "Ah Le, where is he?"

"Detention room."

He Dingxian nodded sternly: "Take him to the interrogation room."

"Yes!"

"Sir!"

Chen Jiale stood at attention and saluted, picked up the key, and immediately went to work.

He Dingxian pointed to two people: "Da Tsai, Ah Xiong come with me."

"Yes!" Meng Yuanda and Yan Xiong got up immediately and walked to the interrogation room with the officer. The interrogation room of the Wanchai police station is very clean and is cleaned every day, but when the door is opened, there is a very pungent smell of blood. taste.

When He Dingxian was sitting behind the interrogation table, drinking tea from a teacup, Meng Yuanda and Yan Xiong had already started preparing interrogation tools.

First of all, Yan Xiong removed the iron chair in the room, and hung a blood-stained hemp rope on the beam of the house. The iron rod is stuffed into the lit coal stove.

Guan Bingsen was dragged into the interrogation room amidst the sound of struggling, and saw the figure sitting behind the table terrified, with the soles of his feet on the ground, howling and screaming, but the detectives lifted his limbs and tied him up. With both hands, hang him alive on the beam.

In the mission hall, "raise people", "call people" and "invite people".

Each has its own set of rules.

The difference of one word makes a huge difference.

He Dingxian put down his teacup, calmly said, "Screaming so loudly, you have a lot of strength, let's treat him to a set of B meals first."

"Small." Yan Xiong sneered, took out a small knife, and severed off one of Guan Bingsen's ears.

He Dingxian calmly looked at the scene in front of him, looked up at the clock on the wall, and said, "In 5 minutes, a practicing lawyer will arrive, and I invited him."

"Of course, it's not for you, it's my financial lawyer."

Guan Bingsen understood immediately, and hissed, "Okay, okay!"

"I will give you my building, my factory, and my company. The total value is more than 200 million. I sign, I sign! Is it possible to let me go?"

He Dingxian shook his head: "No."

(End of this chapter)