Siheyuan, Shazhu: I have both parents in this life

Chapter 430 dispelled the black and gray
A few days later, the results of the investigation into the media outlet that published the inappropriate remarks were communicated to the relevant authorities in the form of an internal notice.

The media outlet was ordered to cease publication for rectification, its editor-in-chief was dismissed, and relevant responsible persons were punished accordingly.

The overt noise has subsided for the time being.

Zhu Ziheng made a special call to He Yuzhu, his tone carrying a hint of relief: "Zhuzi, did you see that? The attitude is clear. Every case like this will be dealt with seriously."

He Yuzhu simply hummed in response on the other end of the phone, offering no further comment.

He knew that the ideological battleground was complex and multifaceted; removing a visible enemy was easy, but the undercurrents beneath the surface would not simply disappear. He then asked, "How do you plan to deal with the fluctuations caused by that report in the international market?"

Zhu Ziheng's voice grew heavy again: "We are preparing clarification materials and will also speak out through overseas offices and friendly media. But as you know, they hold the power of discourse, and it's not something we can completely reverse with a statement. The key is to have resources in hand so we won't panic. The progress of your overseas direct procurement and Fengnian Company is now of paramount importance."

“I know,” He Yuzhu said. “Yaozu is keeping an eye on it, and he will update you as soon as there is any progress.”

"Then let's do this for now."

"Wait, there's something else I need to tell you. You'd better come over."

"can."

After hanging up the phone, He Yuzhu walked to the study window. In the yard, several teenagers were practicing basic martial arts skills under He Daqing's supervision, making loud "hey ha" sounds.

As he gazed at the vibrant scene, his thoughts drifted to the distant international grain market.

This is a long game of endurance, resources, and strategic resolve; relying on the Yellow River won't work.

Zhu Ziheng arrived the next day.

The two talked for a long time in He Yuzhu's study, and Zhu Ziheng left the He residence with a draft of the plan.

A few days later, a report entitled "Preliminary Ideas on Several Measures to Ensure National Food Security under the New Situation" was submitted. It was drafted in the name of Zhu Ziheng's department and incorporated opinions from various internal parties and some ideas from He Yuzhu.

The report did not directly mention cooperation with the Yellow River, but instead proposed several macro-level strategies: 1. Appropriately tighten export quotas for major staple grains to keep more grain in the country; 2. Increase central government funding for farmland irrigation infrastructure and agricultural technology research and development; 3. Optimize the layout and rotation mechanism of national grain reserves, and recommend conducting surprise audits of some storage depots; 4. Study the feasibility of imposing temporary adjustment taxes on the import of non-essential grain varieties to protect domestic industries; 5. And, based on the need to cope with possible extreme situations, conduct long-term strategic reserve planning.

The report sparked discussion at the highest levels.

Some agree with his forward-thinking approach, arguing that in the face of a complex international situation, it is never too much to emphasize food security.

Some worry that excessive market intervention could trigger unnecessary international friction and internal backlash, and believe that a more cautious and gradual approach should be taken.

Ultimately, the approval was issued: The report's direction regarding strengthening agricultural investment, optimizing reserve management, and conducting long-term planning was approved in principle, and relevant departments were required to take the lead in refining the plans. As for sensitive measures such as tightening exports and imposing additional import taxes, further research and demonstration were required, and implementation would be postponed for the time being.

Zhu Ziheng informed He Yuzhu of the general results over the phone.

"It's a start," Zhu Ziheng said, a hint of weariness barely perceptible in his voice. "The general direction has been set, but how fast we can progress depends on the subsequent negotiations. What about your side?"

“We’ll proceed according to the original plan.” He Yuzhu understood what he meant. “When will you be able to take over the overseas procurement and investment?”

"I can't take any more for now. You're not thinking of stopping, are you?"

"It won't stop. In the domestic market, the food processing and feed companies under Yellow River Group will cooperate."

"That's great, I knew you were someone I could trust."

"Alright, stop flattering me. I'm afraid it'll break my neck. It's settled then, if you're capable, you must take them back, of course, at market price. We in the Yellow River region don't follow the grain route."

"Okay, okay, that's enough."

"By the way, what was the outcome of the agricultural science matter?"

Zhu Ziheng paused, then sighed and said, "It won't be that fast. Although the key point of investing in agricultural science and supporting teams like Yuan Longping to tackle breeding challenges has been highlighted, the funds won't be available so quickly."

"Then I think it's your dereliction of duty as the director. You should go down and see how our researchers work and what kind of lives they lead."

"I'll be there."

"Good seeds will yield more grain."

"I see."

"Alright, I'm not your boss, I'm just making a suggestion."

"Then let's do this for now."

After hanging up the phone, He Yuzhu felt a bit bored. He had gone through a lot of trouble, but the results were much more conservative than he had expected.

He gave some instructions to Fengnian Agricultural Investment Company, and then turned his attention back to the group's internal affairs.

Under Lu Shuyi's leadership, Huagao Technology gradually streamlined its relationships with various partners, and the research and development and production of several military projects proceeded in an orderly manner.

At the BeiDou Joint Laboratory, the initial prototype testing of the spaceborne atomic clock has encountered a bottleneck, and the progress is half a month behind schedule. Huang Lingyi and her team are working hard to overcome the challenge.

After divesting most of its sensitive businesses, Huanghe Communications, under the leadership of He Yaozong, focused more on the civilian switch market and the research and development of the newly emerging digital cellular network (GSM) equipment, and its competition with foreign manufacturers became increasingly fierce.

Xu Damao's TCM alliance has entered a consolidation phase, continuing to promote patent registration and standard setting while dealing with more covert commercial espionage activities due to the recent turmoil.

The days passed smoothly amidst the busyness, but He Yuzhu knew that competition in fields such as food, technology, and medicine would never cease, and temporary calm often foreshadowed the brewing of the next wave of storms.

Before we knew it, it was October 1st, and Bai Yifeng called.

"Boss, it's me, Yifeng. There's been some progress on that 'big item' you asked me to handle before. It's from Polar Bear, and they're asking for a very high price, plus transportation is the biggest problem, and the risk is considerable."

“GLONASS? Where do they plan to deliver the goods?” He Yuzhu asked.

"Yes, it was one that didn't have time to launch, so they could only transport it to Vladivostok."

"Vladivostok?" He Yuzhu asked.

"Correct!"

"Shouldn't they have better luck over there?" He Yuzhu said.

"Boss, they're even stricter over there."

"Give me the delivery address, and I'll handle it," He Yuzhu said.

"Oh, boss, you're going by yourself again?"

"Don't ask so many questions," He Yuzhu said.

"Okay, alright, but boss, you must be careful."

“I know,” He Yuzhu said.

In November, the cold wind in Vladivostok Port whips up snowflakes, lashing against the rusty ship hulls and the dim lampshades on the dock.

A slightly old cargo ship, the "Yuanfeng," was quietly moored in a remote berth, inconspicuous compared to the several large ocean-going vessels around it.

He Yuzhu, dressed in a crew uniform stained with oil and with some grime deliberately smeared on his face, mingled among several real veteran crew members and stepped onto the dock along the gangway.

He breathed in the crisp, salty air, his gaze quickly sweeping across his surroundings.

Bai Yifeng's inside contact has made contact and the handover took place in an abandoned warehouse outside the port.

The process went more smoothly than expected.

The other party was eager to get rid of the goods, so the inspection of cargo ships like the "Yuanfeng" that run on remote routes was relatively lenient.

The "cargo," disassembled and packaged in several specially made containers, was quietly stored away under the cover of night and bribery.

On the return journey, the wind and waves gradually increased.

The cargo ship bobbed on the dark sea, and He Yuzhu spent most of his time in his crew cabin.

When the "Yuanfeng" finally slowly entered the Xiangjiang waters, He Yuzhu disembarked and delivered the goods to the warehouse arranged by Gu Yuanheng.

Then they boarded a cargo ship bound for Tianjin.

Only a few people who followed He Yuzhu knew where he went; the others genuinely believed he was on an inspection tour.

When I got home, I was bound to get a lot of complaints. I had been gone for over a month, and the New Year was just around the corner. I hadn’t heard a word from them in the meantime. How could I not be worried?

He Yuzhu's return put the family at ease. Xiaoman complained, but she was busy preparing hot soup and meals for him.

He Yuzhu briefly explained the inconvenience of the journey for the inspection, without saying anything else.

Meanwhile, in Hong Kong.

As 1997 approached, less than six months remained until that historic moment.

Beneath the surface of prosperity, undercurrents are becoming increasingly apparent. Some forces are unwilling to withdraw from the stage and are attempting to create chaos at the last moment, leaving behind a mess.

Inside Ho Yu-yao's office at the West Kowloon Regional Police Station.

He Yuyao, now a chief superintendent, stood by the window, looking at the bustling traffic on the street below, his brows slightly furrowed.

The pressure on his shoulders is growing heavier; maintaining stability in this region, especially during this sensitive period, is by no means an easy task.

"Dong dong dong." There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The person who pushed open the door was a senior inspector from the Criminal Intelligence Bureau, who was also someone Yu Zecheng had personally trained at the Wong Chuk Hang Police Academy and is now one of He Yuyao's confidants.

He closed the door, walked quickly to He Yuyao's side, and whispered, "He Sir, I've heard that the 'He Xingsheng' gang has been acting strangely lately. They seem to have made contact with some people outside and are planning to do something big, targeting public facilities in several busy areas to create panic."

He Yuyao turned around, her eyes sharp: "Where's the evidence?"

“There’s no concrete evidence yet, they’re being very careful. The informants have only heard snippets of information, like ‘sending a big gift’ or ‘making a scene.’ But I have a feeling this isn’t just a typical gang provocation.”

He Yuyao walked to his desk, tapping his fingers on the surface. He knew that behind these demons and monsters, there were often more complex shadows. "Keep a close eye on them, especially which outsiders they come into contact with. If necessary, we can use some unconventional methods. I need to know their specific plans, times, and locations."

"Understood, Inspector Ho. I've arranged for my most reliable men to work in shifts around the clock. Also, I've spoken privately with several of Inspector Yu's (referring to Yu Zecheng) former apprentices from the police academy. They're now scattered across the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB), Narcotics Bureau (NB), and Police Tactical Unit (PTU). They're willing to cooperate in critical situations."

He Yuyao nodded. The seeds that Uncle Yu planted back then have now grown into a formidable and reliable force within the police force. This relationship exists outside the system, unassuming and discreet, yet it can prove incredibly effective in crucial moments.

"Keep this confidential. Operation codename: 'Street Cleanup.' All intelligence will be reported to me one-way. The operation plan will only be known to you, me, and a few commanders directly responsible for carrying out the mission."

"Yes, Sir!"

After his subordinate left, He Yuyao picked up the encrypted phone and dialed He Yaozu.

"Yaozu, it's me."

"Fourth Uncle? What's the matter?" He Yaozu's voice came.

"The situation may be a bit turbulent lately. Security has been raised to the next level at several large shopping malls and hotels under our group in Kowloon and Hong Kong Island, especially in the days leading up to the holiday. If anything seems amiss, please contact my emergency number directly."

He Yaozu was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, then said, "Understood, I will arrange it. The family's businesses in Hong Kong cannot be disrupted. How can I cooperate?"

"Just stay vigilant and operate normally. With me here, things won't fall apart." He Yuyao's tone was calm and steady, carrying an undeniable confidence.

After hanging up the phone, he looked out the window again. The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the glass curtain wall in gold; the city was about to be reborn, and he would not allow anyone to disrupt this hard-won, smooth transition.

A few days later, the intelligence was gradually gathered.

"Wo Hing Shing" did indeed have frequent contact with some unidentified outsiders, and large amounts of funds flowed in through underground banks to recruit members and acquire tools for instigating unrest. Initial targets were identified as several subway station exits, bustling shopping districts, and transportation hubs leading to important Hong Kong government institutions.

On the eve of the operation, Ho Yu-yao personally convened a meeting of the core members involved in the "street cleanup" operation, including the heads of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) and the PTU, as well as the senior inspector from the Intelligence Bureau. The meeting was held in a secure, confidential conference room within the police station.

"Everyone, the chain of evidence is basically complete." He Yuyao pointed to the action plan on the whiteboard. "Tomorrow night at 10 PM, they plan to detonate smoke bombs at three locations simultaneously to create the illusion of explosions and incite the gathered crowd to storm the police line and vandalize shops along the way. Our goal is to capture all the ringleaders and key members before they can act!"

His gaze swept over every officer present: "This operation must succeed; failure is not an option. We must not only arrest people, but also ensure the safety of the public and minimize the social impact. The PTU will be responsible for the perimeter cordon and crowd control, the O-Division will be responsible for the raids and arrests, and the Intelligence Bureau will be stationed at the command center to coordinate all information. Any questions?"

"No, Sir!" the crowd responded in unison, their expressions solemn.

The next day, night fell.

On what seemed like a peaceful night, an invisible net had been quietly cast. He Yuyao sat in the command vehicle, and through the window, he could see neon lights flashing in the distance, the streets as usual. On the radio, each group was in position according to plan, their reports clear and concise.

Time passed by minute by minute.

At 9:45 p.m., there were still 15 minutes until the scheduled time for the riot.

"All targets have entered the designated monitoring area."

"Team A is in place."

"Team B, in position."

He Yuyao spoke calmly into the microphone: "Attention all groups, proceed according to plan. Close the net!"

The moment the order was given, plainclothes and mobile units stationed at three locations acted simultaneously!
Inside a tenement building in Kowloon, the leader of "Wo Hing Shing" was making final arrangements with several other bosses when the door was suddenly flung open, and Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) detectives appeared like divine intervention: "Police! Don't move!"

On a back street in Tsim Sha Tsui, several henchmen were unloading boxes containing smoke devices from a truck when suddenly blinding police lights flashed all around, and PTU officers quickly surrounded them.

Near Central, several people responsible for inciting the crowd were tackled to the ground by plainclothes officers lying in ambush as soon as they took out their megaphones.

The operation was swift and decisive, with the main targets brought under control within minutes. The planned riot site remained calm, with only a few passersby curiously glancing at the suddenly appearing police cars and officers; there was no panic.

Inside the command vehicle, He Yuyao listened to the reports from each group on "target capture" and "on-site control," and his tense jawline relaxed slightly.

"Clean up the scene, collect evidence, and bring all suspects back to headquarters for close surveillance."

"Yes, Sir!"

A meticulously planned conspiracy to create major social chaos on the eve of the handover was nipped in the bud.

The success of the "street cleanup" operation acted as a shot in the arm, stabilizing the morale within the police force and making He Yuyao even more important in the eyes of the higher-ups.

But he knew that this was just the beginning, and the closer he got to that historic moment, the less willing his enemies in the shadows would be to give up.

He summoned the senior inspector in charge of intelligence.

“They suffered significant losses this time, but the root of the problem hasn’t been eradicated,” He Yuyao said calmly. “Those people outside won’t give up; they will definitely look for new agents and opportunities. Keep a close eye on the remaining active groups, especially those you’ve had contact with. Also, be wary of those ‘literary figures’ and ‘media people’ who are usually inconspicuous but have recently become unusually active.”

“Understood, Inspector Ho. We have expanded the scope of surveillance. The Organized Crime and Triad Bureau is also digging deeper into the old cases of 'Wo Hing Shing', striving to completely bring them down legally.”

“Yes, the law is our most powerful weapon.” He Yuyao nodded. “Go, and stay vigilant.”

Time slipped quietly into February amidst the tense covert struggle.

The festive atmosphere of the Lunar New Year is growing stronger on the streets of Hong Kong.

However, the hustle and bustle under the sun cannot conceal the undercurrents.

A few days later, the intelligence department sent another urgent message.

“Sir Ho, there are indications that they may be changing their tactics, moving away from large-scale street riots and towards targeted vandalism and intimidation. The targets may be important public infrastructure, such as subways and tunnels, or symbolic locations. In addition, we have overheard some vague conversations that mentioned words like ‘fire’ and ‘electricity’.”

He Yuyao frowned.

Such dispersed, small-scale acts of sabotage are more difficult to prevent and may have a more severe impact on public psychology.

"Could you specify a more concrete target or timeframe?"

"The other party is cunning, using code words and disposable phones, making precise location impossible at the moment. But overall, transportation hubs and energy facilities are at the highest risk."

After a moment's thought, Ho Yu-yao made the following arrangements: "Notify the PTU to strengthen patrols and plainclothes guards at major MTR stations and the entrances and exits of cross-harbour tunnels. Contact the Electrical and Mechanical Services Department and ask for their assistance in conducting an additional round of security checks on key substations and power lines, especially those supplying important areas. Notify the Fire Services Department to raise the alert level."

He paused, then added, "All of this coordination, under the guise of counter-terrorism drills and ensuring the safety of the return celebrations, must be done carefully in a way that avoids causing public panic."

"Yes, Sir!"

Once the order was given, the security apparatus in West Kowloon, Hong Kong, began to operate efficiently. On the surface, everything seemed normal, but beneath the surface, a denser and finer protective net was quietly being set in motion.

He Yaozu also received a reminder from He Yuyao, and strengthened security at all important properties under the group, increased manpower, and conducted emergency drills.

There are only a few days left until the Chinese New Year.

At night, He Yuyao remained in the office, analyzing the information gathered from various sources.

The encrypted phone on the table rang. It was the senior inspector, his voice tinged with urgency and excitement.

"Officer Ho, we might have caught a big fish! The surveillance team spotted a suspicious individual who made contact with a previously monitored peripheral target and handed over a briefcase. Our men followed him without alerting him and discovered he entered a luxury apartment in Kowloon Tong. We investigated and found that the apartment is registered under an offshore company with a complex background and close ties to an organization that has consistently opposed the handover."

"A briefcase?" He Yuyao's heart jumped.

"Yes, it looks very heavy. We dare not get too close, but we suspect that there may be explosives or incendiary devices inside."

He Yuyao immediately stood up: "Send me the address. Notify the EOD (Explosive Ordnance Disposal Bureau) to be on standby, and the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau to prepare an action team. I will personally go and take command!"

"Officer Ho, this is too dangerous! You should stay in the command center!"

"Enough talk! Follow orders!" He Yuyao's tone left no room for argument. He knew that at such a critical moment, the commander had to be on the front lines.

In the darkness, several unmarked vehicles silently surrounded the apartment building.

He Yuyao was in the command vehicle on the street corner, observing the floor where the target unit was located through the window. The lights were on, and there were vaguely visible figures moving around.

EOD experts are in place, wearing heavy bomb suits, ready to launch an attack at any time.

Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) assault teams lay in ambush in the stairwells and fire exits, awaiting orders.

Time ticked by, and the air seemed to freeze.

Suddenly, the lights in the target unit went out.

"They're moving!" He Yuyao growled into the microphone, "Move out!"

With a loud bang, the apartment door was kicked open, and the assault team surged in like a tidal wave.

"Police! Don't move!"

A brief struggle and shouts came from inside the room. He Yuyao quickly followed and rushed into the room.

The two suspects were subdued and handcuffed. The suspicious briefcase was placed on the coffee table in the living room.

EOD experts cautiously stepped forward and opened the briefcase. Inside were not explosives, but neatly stacked US dollars, several counterfeit passports, and—a few detailed files and photographs.

He Yuyao picked up a file, flipped through a few pages, and her face immediately turned ashen.

The document clearly records the home addresses, family member information, and daily routines of several social figures, business leaders, and even several high-ranking police officers who actively support a smooth transition. Next to them are some malicious symbols marked in red pen.

This is a blatant list of intimidation and threats!
"Take them back and interrogate them tonight! I need to know all their contacts and what this list is intended to be used for!" He Yuyao's voice was as cold as ice.

The suspect was taken away. He Yuyao stood in the center of the living room, surveying this den of iniquity. He understood that this was not merely an attempted crime, but a grave political provocation. This evil force had to be eradicated with the most resolute measures!

The subsequent interrogation did not go smoothly, as the suspects were extremely stubborn. However, the physical evidence found and the intelligence gathered earlier were sufficient to bring serious charges against them.

The news was strictly controlled within a certain scope, but necessary warnings and reassurance efforts were immediately launched.

Those who were threatened received tighter police protection.

The year-end was spent in a tense atmosphere.

More and more similar incidents kept He Yuyao extremely busy, so he sought help from Bai Yifeng.

Just after the Lantern Festival, Bai Yifeng sent someone to deliver some documents.

He Yuyao read the document carefully in her office, her expression growing increasingly serious.

Data shows that several active online communities have recently experienced abnormal fund flows and frequent transactions with certain overseas accounts, seemingly stockpiling supplies and recruiting people, brewing a new round of unrest.

The "street cleanup" campaign dismantled "Hexingsheng," but it clearly failed to deter all the evil spirits.

He Yuyao picked up the internal phone and connected with a senior assistant commissioner of police whom he knew well.

"Sir, I've heard some rumors that thugs in several districts might be planning a coordinated operation. I'll keep a close eye on West Kowloon, but I hope headquarters can coordinate a concentrated cleanup operation in the other districts to send a warning to others."

After a moment's hesitation on the other end of the phone, the person on the other end asked, "Ah Yao, is the intelligence reliable? What is the scope of it?"

"The source is reliable. It involves at least four major triads in Hong Kong Island, East Kowloon, and New Territories North. The goal is to create maximum chaos before the handover, and the methods may include vandalism, looting, arson, and attacks on government institutions," He Yuyao said with certainty.

"I understand. What kind of support do you need?"

"I need the coordinated efforts of other regions to act in unison at the same time to create a deterrent effect. The key is to raid their hideouts, freeze suspicious funds, and arrest the core leaders."

“Okay, I’ll coordinate. You submit the detailed intelligence and draft action plan, and we’ll hold a special meeting.”

A few days later, a highly confidential police coordination meeting was held at headquarters.

He Yuyao attended the event with a carefully prepared plan.

At the meeting, he presented the results of intelligence analysis and the proposed multi-regional joint anti-gang operation plan, codenamed "Gale".

The core of the plan is to launch simultaneous attacks, target key groups, and use both legal and economic means to significantly weaken the operational capabilities of hostile groups and clean up the social environment in the short term.

Although some attendees worried that the move might backfire, the "Gale" plan was ultimately approved in principle, thanks to solid intelligence and the overall goal of maintaining stability on the eve of the handover.

Each regional headquarters was required to select capable personnel to form a special task force, maintain strict confidentiality, and await unified instructions.

Upon returning to West Kowloon, He Yuyao immediately began making arrangements.

He summoned his trusted key personnel from departments such as the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB), the Criminal Intelligence Bureau, and the Anti-Triad Unit.

"Gentlemen, Operation 'Gale' has been approved. This is our most crucial battle before our return, and we must win it, and win it decisively!" He Yuyao's gaze swept over everyone. "Our objective is to completely dismantle the command structure of all listed gangs within our jurisdiction, cut off their funding chains, and seize their illegal weapons and supplies. The operation time will be announced by headquarters. Each team must be fully prepared to ensure a perfect strike!"

"Yes, Sir!"

In the days that followed, beneath the seemingly calm surface of the West Kowloon Police District, preparations were underway at a feverish pace. Surveillance deployment, informant mobilization, operational plan drills, legal document preparation... all the work was progressing quietly yet efficiently.

He Yuyao practically lived at the police station, closely monitoring the movements of all parties and constantly adjusting and optimizing the details of the operation.

In mid-March, headquarters issued an order that "Operation Gale" would be launched simultaneously in multiple areas of Hong Kong at 4:00 a.m. on March 20.

On the eve of the operation, He Yuyao checked all the details again.

At 3:50 a.m., inside the West Kowloon Police Station building, the police officers involved in the operation assembled, received their equipment, and silently boarded their vehicles.

He Yuyao stood in front of the large screen in the command center, watching the dots representing each action group take their place on the map.

Four o'clock.

"Action!" He Yuyao commanded in a deep voice into the microphone.

The command was instantly transmitted across all channels.

In an instant, police lights flashed and engines roared in multiple locations across West Kowloon.

Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) agents stormed the target triad's hideout, the anti-triad unit raided the leader's residence, the financial investigation team simultaneously froze related accounts, and the Public Security Bureau (PTU) established a cordon around the perimeter...

The resistance was sporadic and brief; faced with overwhelming power and thorough preparation, the target group was caught completely off guard.

One after another, reports of good news were sent back to the command center:

"Team A reports, Target Number One has been captured!"

"Team B reports: The target location has been taken control, and a large quantity of offensive weapons have been seized!"

"Team C reports: Three accounts under the target's name have been frozen!"

He Yuyao remained calm and continued to issue instructions: "Check the evidence, escort the suspect, and be careful."

At almost the same time, similar scenes were playing out in Hong Kong Island, East Kowloon, and the New Territories North.

Typhoon "Gale" swept across Hong Kong, devastating several active triads, arresting a large number of core members, confiscating stockpiled supplies, and cutting off funding channels.

The operation lasted for a full twenty-four hours.

As dawn broke again, the streets of Hong Kong seemed no different from usual, but the undercurrents beneath the surface had been largely subdued.

Subsequent statistics show that "Operation Gale" resulted in the arrest of hundreds of people involved in the case, the seizure of various weapons, contraband, and countless amounts of criminal funds, effectively deterring all forces and greatly enhancing the public's sense of security.

After this operation, He Yuyao's name was recognized within the police force and at higher levels as a pillar of the organization with both ability and loyalty.

He submitted a detailed action report to headquarters and suggested striking while the iron was hot to establish a long-term mechanism to prevent a resurgence.

After finishing dealing with the backlog of documents, He Yuyao felt a deep sense of exhaustion. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples.

He knew that "Gale" was only a partial victory.

The real test is yet to come at that historic moment.

The last promotion ceremony for the Hong Kong Police Force before its return to China was held in a solemn atmosphere.

Wearing a crisp uniform with new insignia on his epaulets, Ho Yu-yao was officially promoted to Assistant Commissioner of Police.

He stood on the stage accepting his appointment, his gaze calm, fully aware that this promotion carried with it a greater responsibility. The next few weeks would be a crucial period that would test him and his team.

After the ceremony, he returned to his office and immediately received a call from He Yuzhu from Beijing.

"Big brother."

"Yuyao, congratulations. With a higher position comes greater responsibility." He Yuzhu's voice came through the phone line, calm yet concerned.

"I understand. I'll keep a close eye on things here to make sure nothing goes wrong."

"Yes. Also, there's something I need to discuss with you, which also involves some follow-up arrangements on your end." He Yuzhu paused, then continued, "I've had Lao Bai start withdrawing his men. Hong Kong is about to return home, and those forces that used to operate in the gray area must make a choice. It's time to move from the shadows to the light."

He Yuyao immediately understood the meaning behind it.

The forces under Bai Yifeng's command had handled many matters that were difficult to discuss openly during a specific period in the past, and their contributions were invaluable.

But times are changing, and so are the rules of the game.

"A complete withdrawal?"

“Keep some of them as private investigators or something else. Your police force can also consider those with clean records. You’ll have to ask Old Bai about that.”

“Okay, I’ll ask, brother. What are Lao Bai’s plans?” He Yuyao asked.

“I gave him two choices,” He Yuzhu said. “One is to take his family abroad. The group has overseas assets that are enough for them to live a stable life. The other is to bring his family to Beijing. The group will arrange a suitable position for him and transfer him to a regular job. His subordinates who want to live normal lives will be dispersed to branches or factories in various places. Those who want to continue their previous jobs will have to go elsewhere.”

He Yuyao pondered for a moment and said, "Old Bai probably won't go back to Beijing. Those people are his life's work. We still need to investigate his subordinates. It's best not to leave any hidden dangers."

"You don't need to worry about this; he'll handle it himself. I'm bringing this up so you're aware of what's going on. From now on, you'll be facing entirely new and transparent rules in Hong Kong, and you must completely say goodbye to these shadows of the old era."

"I understand, brother."

After hanging up the phone, I sat quietly for a while, my mind filled with thoughts of what to do in the future.

The flag in this sky is about to change. The big brother's withdrawal of these people can be seen as clearing the way for the police force and resolving all possible destabilizing factors in advance.

This is not only courage, but also foresight.

A few days later, Bai Yifeng secretly arrived in Beijing and had a long talk with He Yuzhu in his study at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang.

"Boss, everyone's been arranged." Bai Yifeng's expression was somewhat complicated, after all, he was saying goodbye to the network he had built up over many years and a group of old brothers. "A total of 147 people were willing to come back or stay in Hong Kong. Those who returned to the mainland have all entered the country through legal channels and have been dispersed and settled in factories in the Special Economic Zone, Tianjin, and Harbin. Those who stayed in Hong Kong have also been assigned to various companies. The rest have basically all been sent out. There are still about 20 people who have received money and said they want to try their luck outside."

"Well, everyone has their own ambitions, I won't force you. Is everything clean from beginning to end?" He Yuzhu asked.

“They’re clean, they know the rules, and besides, we have a backup plan outside,” Bai Yifeng replied confidently.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Lao Bai." He Yuzhu looked at him. "So, what's your decision?"

Bai Yifeng hesitated for a moment: "Boss, I've been with you for almost thirty years. I really want to choose Beijing, but I can't."

"Don't you have anyone capable under you? You're not young anymore."

“I’m still worried, boss. The things you’re dealing with are too big,” Bai Yifeng said.

"I'll give you three years to choose someone. What about your family?"

“They’ve gotten used to Hong Kong, so they won’t come back,” Bai Yifeng said.

He Yuzhu nodded: "Okay, so where have you chosen to settle down?"

“North America, that’s our ultimate goal,” Bai Yifeng said.

Do you know what you're about to face?

"Hehe, boss, I used to be just like Chen Sheng, a rich man too, wasn't I?" Bai Yifeng laughed heartily.

"That's right. We're all respectable businessmen. Have we thought about what kind of business we'll do in the future?"

"I'll need your guidance, boss, as I don't really understand this!" Bai Yifeng said.

"You, why are you hiding your true abilities?"

"I don't think so. Only you can see the road ahead clearly," Bai Yifeng said.

"Alright, you can choose one of these paths: first, the battery industry; second, the computer game industry; third, online social platforms."

"I choose third, this is what we're good at." Bai Yifeng didn't hesitate at all.

"Alright, as for the specifics of how to run the company, you should contact Chen Sheng. He can't help you with anything else."

“I understand that,” Bai Yifeng said.

"Go back and settle your family in."

"Yes!" Bai Yifeng replied.

Bai Yifeng stayed in Beijing for a week, and He Yuzhu drank with him almost every day. Even Lao Fang came over and had two drinks with this complete stranger. Of course, no one asked any questions at the dinner table.

After seeing Bai Yifeng off, He Yuzhu let out a long sigh.

Old Bai is the biggest contributor to the group, and he can't take credit for him. The path Old Bai has chosen is a dangerous one, but he can't persuade his old friend otherwise.

He knew that once he ordered Bai Yifeng back, the old man would probably be ruined and wouldn't be happy in the days to come.

Therefore, he respected Bai Yifeng's choice.

Let's talk about Xiangjiang Yellow River Group. Entering 1997, it also faced risks, challenges, and opportunities.

"Mr. He, this is a detailed list of assets recently sold off by several British-owned companies, along with our valuation report." The assistant placed a document on the desk.

He Yaozu turned around and quickly scanned the report. Ports, warehouses, and even some well-located commercial properties—the projects on the list confirmed his father's judgment: some capital was withdrawing.

"How far has Hutchison Whampoa's acquisition of Pier 3 progressed?" Ho Yiu-cho asked, his gaze never leaving the report.

"Negotiations have entered the final stage, and the price is 8 percent lower than our initial expectations. In addition, Swire Pacific is willing to sell a large warehouse complex in Kwai Chung, which is in an excellent location, but requires a complete acquisition, which puts a lot of financial pressure on them."

He Yaozu pondered for a moment, then tapped his finger on the Kwai Chung warehouse complex: "Prioritize this project. Funding isn't a problem; the group has recovered a large amount of cash during its relocation north. The key is speed; we need to finalize it before others can react. Also, notify the real estate department to closely monitor the office market in Central and Admiralty; if there are suitable bargains, don't hesitate."

"Understood." After taking notes, the assistant hesitated slightly. "Mr. He, won't such a large-scale acquisition attract excessive attention from the outside world, or be considered too aggressive?"

He Yaozu put down the report, a calm smile appearing on his face: "Hong Kong returning home is an inevitable historical trend. We are confident in its future, and our investment of real money is the best proof. As for what the outside world thinks, who cares? Besides, this isn't the first time Huang He has done something like this, and it probably won't be the last."

He walked up to the huge map of Hong Kong and glanced at the potential acquisition targets that were marked.

"What we need is not short-term speculation, but to solidify our foundation. Ports, logistics, and prime real estate are the roots of the Yellow River, while trade and finance are the leaves. Only with deep roots can the leaves flourish."

"Yes."

A few days later, a secret business negotiation took place at a private club owned by the Yellow River Group.

Ho Yiu-cho personally met with a representative of a British-owned consortium who was eager to cash out and leave.

"Mr. He, let's not beat around the bush. This is the package price for our rights at the container terminal in the New Territories, as well as the associated logistics company." The other party pushed a slip of paper over.

He Yaozu glanced at it and saw that the figure was indeed more than 10% lower than the market valuation.

He didn't respond immediately, but picked up his teacup and blew on it gently.

“The price is negotiable.” He Yaozu put down his teacup. “But I need to know if you can complete all legal and equity transfer procedures by the end of June? And ensure a smooth transition for the core management team and key technical personnel.”

The other party was taken aback, clearly not expecting that what He Yaozu cared about most was not lowering the price, but time and stability.

"The paperwork is all in order, and we've hired the best law firm. As for the team, Mr. He will probably have to try to retain them himself."

He Yaozu nodded: "Okay, if you can complete it ahead of schedule, I'll reduce the price by another 3%. But if you fail to complete it by the deadline, we will pursue a penalty from you, which is the 20% stipulated in the contract. Can you accept that?"

"Okay." The other party hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

“Okay, let’s sign the contract then,” He Yaozu said.

The other party's representative breathed a sigh of relief and said with some emotion, "Mr. He, it seems that Huanghe is truly determined to become the number one group in Hong Kong."

Weren't we like that before?

"Yes, yes, I misspoke, I misspoke," the other person quickly apologized.

“It’s alright,” He Yaozu said.

"I have a question for Mr. He: Do you and your father have such a positive outlook on the future development of Hong Kong?"

“Our Ho family has always been optimistic about the development of Hong Kong. Otherwise, how could we have so many businesses and continue to develop them?” Ho Yiu-cho said.

"This"

"Sign it," He Yaozu said.

"it is good."

After seeing off his negotiating counterpart, He Yaozu returned to his office and immediately summoned the heads of the finance, legal, and human resources departments.

"Once the new project is secured, a staff retention plan will be immediately implemented. Those who wish to stay will retain their salaries and benefits, with retention bonuses for key positions. Those who do not wish to stay will receive standard compensation, ensuring an amicable departure."

The HR director asked, "Mr. He, what if some people are poached by competitors with high salaries?"

He Yaozu waved his hand: "It's okay. Actually, we don't lack talent. It's just that I don't want the acquired industries to stagnate. If you can guarantee that they won't stop, it doesn't matter if all the people are replaced."

"understood."

Subsequently, at He Yaozu's behest, Yellow River Investment Holdings quietly increased its holdings in several local utility companies and banks with sound fundamentals, but whose stock prices had recently suffered due to market volatility.

This move is not for the purpose of gaining control, but rather for long-term financial investment and strategic planning, further integrating into Hong Kong's economic network.

During a break from his busy schedule, He Yaozu made a phone call to his father, who was in Beijing.

"Dad, the acquisition is progressing smoothly. We've secured two more key projects. The cash flow is still within a safe range."

On the other end of the phone, He Yuzhu's voice came through: "Yes, keep a good rhythm. The more critical the situation, the more you need to stay calm."

“I understand, Dad. Are you really not coming back to oversee things?” He Yaozu asked.

"Why go back? You did a great job."

"Alright then." He Yaozu was still a little disappointed. He hoped to have a strong backer at this time, but unfortunately his father had entrusted him with everything, and he could only rely on himself.

Of course, Xiaoman gave him a lot of advice, but he just wouldn't go back to Hong Kong, which was in line with He Yuzhu's mindset.

(End of this chapter)