The Chief Detective Inspector is dead. I'm now the top police officer in Hong Kong!

Chapter 100 Guarding the pond corrupts people's hearts (14)

Home.

Lin Tiansheng swung a dart, his eyes fixed on a map of Mong Kok, gripping the handle precisely each time.

After waking up from their hangover, Zhong Zhihui, Zhang Jinrong, Deng Gengyun, and Chen Anquan squeezed into the bathroom, queuing up to use the water and wash their faces.

In Hong Kong, where land is incredibly expensive, using toilets as dining tables, cooking noodles next to latrines, living in subdivided flats, and sleeping in iron cages are nothing new. Owning a thousand-square-foot mansion big enough for a few close friends to have a meal together is considered lucky; who would dare dream of having two bathrooms!

Zhong Zhihui, who was the first to finish, wiped her face with a tissue, walked into the living room, looked at the area map on the wall, and laughed, "A map of the martial arts world, boss."

Lin Tiansheng took the cigarette, his bright eyes radiating confidence, and replied softly, "I had the guy look it up, a map of triad crimes in Mong Kok. How accurate is it?"

Zhang Jinrong followed him out, his eyes fixed on the map. He walked up to the map and said, “I remember everything clearly: the name of the branch, the gang, the background of the gang members, the number of people in the gang, and the business of the venue. It took a lot of effort.”

After examining the data, Zhong Zhihui nodded and said, "It's basically correct. The data is even more accurate than what the intelligence department recorded."

Each street on the map is marked with the number of casinos, gambling dens, horse stables, construction companies, and other businesses involved in organized crime. The map also includes notes on the number of people associated with each gang, and blank areas are filled with the gang names, guilds, and the names, nicknames, and backgrounds of the gang members.

Chen Anquan came out last, stood next to the big boss, and asked, "Now that we're back to work after the New Year, which big boss should we give a gift to first?"

Lin Tiansheng was keen to investigate drugs, but in Mong Kok, every business that operated an entertainment venue was involved in drugs, so there was no need to specifically target them.

"Who do you think is the best job?"

As a newcomer, one should definitely pick on the weakest link first. Chung Chi-hui looked thoughtful and replied in a deep voice, "Mong Kok has eight golden streets, the most lucrative. No triad that can establish itself in Mong Kok is easy to mess with. But if we're only talking about solving cases and making contributions, it's definitely the 'gay mark' of Ladies' Street."

"The Gay Brand is the white paper fan of Wo Shing Wo, making money off women and selling counterfeit leather bags. The counterfeit goods all come from within the province and are transported by land. Last year, they fought with Sin Kee Man Biu over the management rights of the open-air market, causing the entire market to shut down for three days and creating two horse-showing events with hundreds of people. They were incredibly arrogant."

Chen Anquan thought it made sense, and given his intelligence and understanding of "gay targets," the intelligence department must have been following up on it for a long time.

Lin Tiansheng retorted, "Knowing him so well, did the intelligence department plan to get rid of him a long time ago?"

Zhong Zhihui laughed and said, "Originally, making counterfeit leather bags was just a way to earn a little money. Apart from military uniforms collecting tea money, no one wanted to make things difficult for us. But last year, the son of watch tycoon Pan Jinxi returned from studying in England and founded a company called Dickson, which specializes in jewelry and luxury goods retail."

"We secured the Hong Kong Island distribution rights for several major brands, including LV, Prada, and OL. We donated a sum to the police force; the police force has to do its job, after all."

"The store has just been renovated and will open soon. I still have a small handbag, which I will give to my sister-in-law next time."

Pan Jinxi and Yang Shoucheng of the Royal Group are in the same industry. Later, Pan Dickson followed suit and founded "D&B Company" with Hung Ching-po to enter the entertainment industry, but he was not as famous as Mr. Yang.

They are the kind of business where the son inherits the father's business and it becomes more and more prosperous.

Zhang Jinrong muttered, "Another spoiled brat who relies on his father."

Zhong Zhihui shook his head: "I met him in the police force. He's quite shrewd. But to be honest, without a good father, he really can't come up with a million US dollars to start a business in his twenties."

"How many?"

Zhang Jinrong exclaimed in astonishment.

One million US dollars.

Zhong Zhihui replied.

In this world, some people die of illness trying to save 100 yuan, some jump into the river to lose 100 yuan, and some sell themselves for 100 yuan.

Some people can easily take out a million US dollars to "pay tuition" for their sons.

Even though Lin Tiansheng had seen the future and used hundreds of millions to let his son make mistakes, his head was buzzing when he heard about a one million US dollar startup fund in the 1980s.

Like being trapped in a dream. Too fragmented.

No wonder so many people flock to these opportunities, seeking illicit gains, engaging in shady dealings, becoming politicians, and making big money.

Lin Tiansheng shook his head inwardly and made his decision, throwing the dart in his hand.

"Snapped."

The dart struck firmly into the name of "Man Biu," the head of the Sun Kee Hall and the Tiger of Mong Kok.

Zhong Zhihui immediately turned his head, adjusted his glasses, and couldn't help but say, "The boss is still the boss, always picking on the most powerful ones."

Those who can be listed among the Five Tigers of the New Star are the cream of the crop of each generation of New Star employees. They have hundreds of disciples, millions in assets, and countless followers. They are capable and tough.

Lin Tiansheng sat on the sofa, opened a bottle of Coke, and said, "When doing things, you have to have a legitimate reason. Gay Biao is doing his business peacefully, and I can't use him as a scapegoat just because he's gay. But Xinji owes me an apology. None of us who messed with Xinji can find fault with us."

When the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) deals with gangsters, they can disregard morality and rules; they simply take people.

However, taking a hard line all the time can easily lead to collusion among gangs and eventually cause a major upheaval.

Therefore, the heads of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) are often very familiar with local triad bosses. This can lead to them being targeted by the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC), viewed coldly by other units, and suspected of being corrupt police officers.

It might be easy for Lam Tin-sing to take down Gay Bid, but if the Gay Bid's boss is willing to support him, things will immediately escalate. Conversely, if he targets Man-piu, everyone knows that the "corrupt cops" and the New Detective Agency have a grudge; who would step in to help the New Detective Agency?

If the new police force escalates the situation and mobilizes officers from other districts, the police can still conduct a joint investigation and continue to deal with him!

Although the collusion between the underworld and the legitimate world has ceased, morality remains in people's hearts, and a tacit understanding still exists.
Zhang Jinrong stretched his shoulders and grinned maliciously: "Alright, I'd like to hear Young Master Xiang bow his head and say sorry."

The police force has a natural advantage in dealing with organized crime. Zhong Zhihui didn't care; whoever the boss wanted to take on, he could take on. He only asked, "How should we start? Boss, do you have any ideas?"

"The intelligence department has informants in the news agency, but no undercover agents. Informants take money to do things, and they wouldn't dare to do anything too outrageous. There's not much they can do."

Lin Tiansheng narrowed his eyes and said, "Spend money to go to the Times Factory, find a master craftsman from Prada, and send him to 'Wen Biao' through an informant. Do you think he can resist doing it?"

Before the OEM industry moved north, Hong Kong Island was the OEM center for light industries in Europe and America. Times Factory was a listed company that specialized in producing handbags and clothing for luxury brands.

There are some experienced craftsmen like that, but it costs a lot of money. However, after taking down Wenbiao, it can be ten times, a hundred times, no problem.

Zhong Zhihui frowned slightly, then relaxed her gaze, her eyes wide with surprise: "Boss, you're really good at this."

In fact, luxury brand distributors don't mind the existence of pirated products on the market.

Those who buy genuine products won't buy counterfeit goods. However, they also don't want rampant piracy, as it damages the brand image. If the styles are similar but lack patterns, labels, or even if patterns are added but the product isn't identical or doesn't include hardware, the brand will likely turn a blind eye, focusing on major issues and letting minor ones slide, taking appropriate measures to clean up the market.

But if it's a top-tier A-grade item with almost identical patterns, styles, and even craftsmanship, then Dickson Poon, who just acquired the distribution rights, would rather get another million US dollars from his father than not have Wen Biao's head flushed down the toilet!
Faced with enormous profits, big bosses have never liked going to court; they prefer physical elimination.

After Zhang Jinrong, Deng Gengyun, and Chen Anquan listened to Zhihui's explanation of the intricacies, the way they looked at the big boss changed slightly.

Guarding a pond can indeed corrupt people's hearts!
He used to be a respectable and upright person, but now he talks about how his schemes can harm an entire family.

"Even if you smash my head in, I still couldn't come up with this method," Deng Gengyun sighed.

"No, it still depends on intelligence and a last-minute decision. Even if Wenbiao is smart enough, it won't help. We can only use Plan B." Lin Tiansheng drank his cola, his expression modest. He didn't notice at all that Yunzai swallowed hard, his eyes filled with fear.

"There's a Plan B? There's even a Plan B!"

(End of this chapter)