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Chapter 99 Arriving in 1981 (44 chapters, please subscribe)
Lin Tiansheng didn't stand on ceremony with him, picked up a document from the table, and flipped through it, asking, "What's the crime rate in Mong Kok?"

The performance of the Major Crimes Unit is measured by the crime-solving rate, while the performance of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) is measured by the crime rate. These two figures are the most powerful proof of the police force's work to the Governor and the public.

Among these, the occurrence of serious crimes is more closely related to the regional environment and economic trends, and is therefore unpredictable. Thus, the Major Crimes Unit only focuses on the word "solve."

Triad activities are organized and predictable, exhibiting a dynamic of ebb and flow with frontline governance and police work.

Therefore, the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) emphasizes "talking"—talking to triad members and frontline gangsters—in order to reduce the crime rate.

It would be great to have the merit of eradicating a triad, but it depends on the timing and luck, and at least a superintendent needs to take the lead.

If Lin Tiansheng and Chen Sheng, the two assistants, could take down a gang and bring back a few red sticks, they would be able to make a name for themselves in the police force.

The quality of daily work is judged solely by whether the "crime index" on the annual report rises or falls.

Last time he came to the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau, Jess didn't give him any face at all, and wouldn't even disclose the crime rate.

With a smile, Chen Sheng casually replied, "I just read the report this morning. In the first half of the year, there were 178 organized crimes in Mong Kok. Among them, there were 32 assault cases and 12 group crimes, involving more than 30 gangs, including Sun Kee, Number Gang, Tung Sun Wo, and Wo Shing Wo."

"The crime rate has increased by two percentage points compared to last year, which is very troublesome."

Group crimes, involving more than five people engaging in horse-riding or stabbing, fall under Category A crimes of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB). Assault crimes, such as disrupting business or seeking revenge, are Category B crimes. The remaining crimes, including prostitution, gambling, and piracy, fall under Category C crimes.

Lin Tiansheng, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, nodded and said, "The year is almost over, there's no time left. Even if we rush to finish, we won't have results until next year. Let's not be too hasty and let the guys have a good New Year."

Chen Sheng laughed and said, "That's what I think too. I've just been transferred here, so it's more important for me to get to know my colleagues. Whether I get promoted or demoted, or whether I've made any contributions, we'll have to wait and see next year."

Lin Tiansheng smiled and said, "I need your help with something. Before the Spring Festival, send a map to my office. You know what you're doing."

Chen Sheng knew exactly what the big boss wanted, and readily agreed: "No problem, Young Master Sheng."

He couldn't trust the information in the foreign documents. He needed his own people to investigate whether there had been any changes in the territories, businesses, and employees of the various factions.

If we can thoroughly investigate the details, it's not impossible to lower the case-solving rate next year.

The cases handled by the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) have a unique characteristic: they appear complicated, but in reality, they all have a hidden thread. To put it bluntly, the fighting and killing among gangsters is all for profit.

In the past, Chinese detectives could control the gangs' every move by upholding justice and distributing profits. Now, the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) only needs to find the thread, unravel the mystery, and cut one thread to expose a whole group of people.

Ending all derivative cases under the same point of interest. There are as few as five or six, and as many as dozens.

While it's true that power doesn't exist in a vacuum, and street businesses can be filled by others if someone leaves, most high-profile cases stem from unequal distribution of profits.

Once you subdue those who are dissatisfied and make them accept the new distribution of benefits, the incidents of bloody battles, disruptive behavior, and horse-riding will naturally disappear.

The crime rate will definitely decrease.

After driving around Mong Kok, we returned to West Kowloon.

After the gold factory case, Huang Ye noticed Lin Tiansheng's ruthlessness and became much more polite. The resurgence of the remnants of the gang was a foregone conclusion; with each increase in strength, their opponents gained more respect.

Spring Festival.

Police officers are on leave.

Lin Tiansheng has been attending gatherings for the past two weeks, including those at O-Kee, West Kowloon, Yan Yee Tea House, and upscale hotels.

On the yellowed walls of Rongchang Building, the calendar has turned to 1981.

Last night, after having a meal with my brothers at the old house of the Wisdom Family.

He stayed home alone. During the New Year, gambling dens, horse racing stalls, bars, and nightclubs were all closed. Triads stopped showing off their horses and started parading their spirits; the bosses stopped arguing and started burning incense.

Loan sharks can't collect debts, otherwise they'll get beaten up and then scolded by the boss for being unruly.

outside the window.

Fireworks lit up Victoria Harbour, dazzling and spectacular, drawing cheers from tens of thousands of citizens.

Lin Tiansheng sat on the bay window in the living room, holding a cup of instant noodles. The sound of firecrackers kept going off in his ears, and fireworks were rising one after another in the sky. Downstairs, men and women rode bicycles, wrapped in scarves, laughing and chatting in the New Year's night market covered with "Fu" characters.

"Sweet, sweet, your smile is like flowers blooming in the spring breeze."

"Where have I seen you before? Your smile is so familiar, but I can't quite place it."

Lin Tiansheng heard singing coming from downstairs. It was a parade float with a car stereo. Peeking out, he saw thousands of fans rushing towards the Mong Kok Theatre, causing a major traffic jam on Nathan Road during the New Year.

Teresa Teng.

Teresa Teng!

Many screams pierced through the glass, faintly reaching my ears.

Lin Tiansheng looked down at the Ta Kung Pao newspaper in his hand, which contained the old man's New Year's greeting. He was moved and his thoughts were in turmoil.

"Looking at Deng Xiaoping and listening to Deng Xiaoping, the first day of 1981 seemed pretty good."

During his first Lunar New Year in Hong Kong, he seemed sentimental. When he heard the doorbell ring, he put down his newspaper, turned around, and opened the door.

The Lunar New Year of 81 was actually the only Lunar New Year that Teresa Teng spent on Hong Kong Island.

Last year, Ms. Deng, who used a fake passport to leave the province, was banned from entering Taiwan by the Taiwanese authorities and was not allowed to develop her career in Hong Kong.

Later, he was only able to return home after agreeing to help the authorities with political propaganda.

Outside.

Zhang Jinrong was wearing a black jacket and leather gloves, carrying a case of beer. Deng Gengyun was wearing a gray hooded sweatshirt and carrying takeout boxes in both hands.

Chen Anquan, a cigarette dangling from his lips, had two decks of cards in his pocket. Zhong Zhihui, dressed in a suit and tie, handed him a magazine: "Boss, how about we call up a couple of these newly arrived foreign beauties for a game?"

Lin Tiansheng couldn't help but chuckle: "You guys don't need to stay home to celebrate the New Year?"

Zhang Jinrong said, "Besides Yunzai having an old mother, who else has a home? Damn it!"

"Where there are big shots, there's a family," Deng Gengyun said cheerfully.

Lin Tiansheng stepped aside to let the three of them in, and said with a smile, "Then welcome to our new place. However, there are only three rooms. You can play Texas Hold'em, but not the Westerners."

"Alright, alright, I'll treat you to a foot massage once I win some money." Zhong Zhihui tossed the magazine aside. Yunzai looked around and asked, "Boss, where's your female celebrity mistress?"

"The Land of Love" has already premiered and is the ratings champion, competing so fiercely that other TVB dramas airing at the same time have been suspended.

Li Shaifeng didn't have many scenes, but thanks to her naturally beautiful face, she left a deep impression on the audience and gained a little fame.

Lin Tiansheng said, "I was originally going to come and sleep with her in the middle of the night, but now that you're here, just tell her to stay at home."

"No way, boss, are you really that heartless?" Yunzai's eyes widened. Zhong Zhihui slapped his forehead: "You actually believe that? Just look at the dishes on the table, you can tell they just left in the middle of the night."

(End of this chapter)