I haven't been a boss for many years

"you are right!"

Without any scruples, Huang Zhiming quickly rushed towards Du Zhenghui, who was in front of him, but Du Zhenghui showed a relieved smile, and opened his mouth and said, "Sorry, sir."

"I was wrong."

"boom!"

By the bay, a shot rang out.

Du Zhenghui took advantage of the last sliver of clarity and decisively pulled the trigger. The shiny black .[-] had obviously been well maintained for many years. A bullet came out of the chamber, and after a short sound, it pierced through the skull in an instant.

Without any hesitation, Du Zhenghui fell sideways to the left and rolled over in front of the wooden house in Tai Po.

A police officer named O Ji lowered his gun with a solemn expression, and the sea breeze blew slowly across the grass leaves on the ground. A few seabirds flew away in the distance.

Huang Zhiming stopped slowly and stood in front of Du Zhenghui's body with a dazed expression. He picked up a police gun that had fallen on Fangcao, knelt down on the grass weakly, and turned over the gun with one hand. The number of the police gun was on it: hp0728.

On August 1974, 8, a young man who graduated from the police academy stepped into the Central Police Station wearing a uniform.

Huang Zhiming gently stroked the serial number engraved on the gun with his fingertips, took a deep breath of air, and exhaled long: "Adu, no matter what the judge says, you will always be a good policeman in my heart."

"Sir Huang, people from the Xinjie South Police District have arrived." At this moment, a police officer put away his weapon and stepped forward to report that there were a few more police cars in Haiya. The police officer led the way forward, Huang Zhiming silently put away the gun, and said aloud: "Cooperate with the other party to search for evidence, the evidence and the body will be brought back to the General Administration."

"Yes, sir!" In Huang Zhiming's heart, Adu is still a policeman, but in the eyes of the rest of the police officers, Adu is undoubtedly an extremely dangerous criminal. According to the procedure, how to deal with it is necessary. As the chief inspector, Huang Zhiming Can't change anything.

However, Huang Zhiming and the arrival of a large number of police officers from the Xinjie Police Station caused the bad guys who had heard the news to evacuate silently. If Du Zhenghui had any luck, the only luck was to leave a whole body behind.

But when the team leader of the New Territories, Huang Zhiming and others searched a large number of guns, weapons, and white powder in the wooden house, the chief inspector of the New Territories couldn't help throwing away the cigarette butt in front of Huang Zhiming, and cursed angrily: "Damn, hit the street, Sucking so hard, it's fucking damn."

When he found out that Huang Zhiming's expression was wrong, he changed his mind and said, "Hehe, Sir Huang, this criminal is really playing tricks."

It is undeniable that Du Zhenghui's behavior seriously violated the police regulations and affected the image of the police force. The vast majority of dedicated police members will never have any sympathy for Du Zhenghui.

……

A week later.

New Territories, Chinese cemetery.

Huang Zhiming was wearing a brown windbreaker and a bucket hat of the same color, with a bouquet of flowers in his arms, raised his hand to take off his hat, bent down and placed the flowers in front of the tombstone.

On the tombstone, there is a serious and upright policeman wearing a green military uniform, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, bright eyes, and looking straight ahead.

A few scattered flowers and a pile of burnt yellow paper were scattered in the tomb.

On Huang Zhiming's tombstone, he raised his hand in salute, and remembered in a low voice: "Adu, I won a job compensation for you. Although I didn't win welfare allowance, it's no problem for your younger sister to finish her studies. In a few years, you Ximei graduated from university and can take care of uncle and uncle until the end of his life."

"Your long-cherished wish, I will fulfill it for you. If the First World War is not over, I will always keep an eye on those young and Dangerous boys."

Do not!

Even if the First World War is over, there will still be World War II and World War III!

In Huang Zhiming's mind, the battle against the underworld, as long as there are still underworld in the world, it will continue for another day.

Wearing a military uniform, Li Yongli stood beside him, pattered, stood at attention and saluted the photo on the tombstone, and said aloud, "Du sir!"

"I will definitely avenge you!"

"Huh..." In front of the mausoleum, the mountain wind swept across the ground, and a few petals flew away, like a response.

In the Jianghu, a group of clubs with big bottoms and powerful people are annoyed and regretful at the 500 million bonus.

Bright Gallery.

Heichai was dressed in a white shirt, holding a dragon head stick, and sat at the main seat.

Yuanbao, Mawang, and Fire Dragon are all in their positions.

Zhang Guobin sat on a chair, wearing a suit and tie, reached out to pick up the tea cup, took a sip of tea, raised his legs, put down the tea cup cynically, played with a butterfly knife in his left hand, and looked at the club leaders in front of him.

Yuan Bao covered his mouth with his left hand and picked his teeth with a bamboo stick with his right hand, as if he had just had a full meal, he pouted and said, "The 500 million bonus is spilled out, no one in the whole world can get it, let that punk shoot in the head , Die easily, it's just a joke."

"However, I never thought that the killer would be a policeman." Ma Wang interjected beside him.

"Is Yihai so hated by the police?"

"This means that the society is popular." Zhang Guobin shook his legs, rolled his eyes, and said casually: "If the society is not popular enough, I will shoot you with a black gun, why don't you hit someone else?"

"Everyone should be happy."

"Hehe." The landlord sneered from the side.

"What about the bonus?" Ma Wang asked.

In the arena, the bonuses released are rarely taken back.

But Zhang Guobin grinned and said: "The messenger is working, give it to the messenger!"

"No way, Brother Prince!" Yuan Bao was full of surprise: "I understand that there is an association that rewards red flowers for messengers, who dares to accept them?"

"cut!"

"Brainless!"

Zhang Guobin cursed angrily: "Of course he wouldn't dare to accept the bonus. If you donate it to the police force and contribute to social security, the messenger will definitely accept it..."

"..." Yuan Bao was speechless for a while, there are young and Dangerous boys rushing to give money to the police, damn it, isn't that giving the bullets to the police, and let the police blow your head off?

Heichai had a calm expression on his face, and said in a deep thought: "It's not impossible to give it to the police."

"We, Yihai, gave out 500 million bonuses. If we don't give them out, others will say that Yihai is fake, who will surprise Yihai in the future?"

"Let's invite killers to shoot black guns one by one!"

"Since the police force has done something, then give it to the police force. 500 million real money will be thrown away. Whoever dares to shoot black guns in the future will have to weigh Yihai's silver bullet!"

Zhang Guobin agreed: "That's right...we're throwing the silver bullet, what we want is a public opinion effect. If no one receives the money, after two years, who will remember Yihai's domineering?"

"We even sent it to the police, and it shocked everyone. No one dared to dare Yihai's silver bullet for at least five years."

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" Zhang Guobin clapped his hands together, stretched out his hand and said, "Yuan Bao, Ma Wang, Grandpa, you're paying!"

Yuan Bao pursed his lips and said unwillingly, "I will transfer it to your bank account later."

Knowing that Fei Linzai is not dead this time, Ma Wang and Yuan Bao are a little shy, at least it is 100 million Hong Kong papers, but Yuan Bao opened his mouth to agree, and Ma Wang couldn't refuse, and immediately said: "Brother Prince, I will transfer later." You!"

Chapter 172 My Favorite Contribution to Public Security

"Ha ha."

"Thank you so much."

Zhang Guobin smiled lightly.

Heichai sat in the main seat, nodded slightly, and said, "Let's hand in the numbers."

For the association, this matter can play a role in establishing prestige. For Zhang Guobin, taking a large amount of money for nothing and giving it to the General Administration as a favor is self-interested and beneficial to others, a win-win!

Mr. Zhang likes to contribute to society the most.

As for giving money to the police, Zhang Guobin had the most dealings with the police, so naturally Zhang Guobin was in charge, and Heichai, Yuan Bao, Ma Wang and others didn't think too much about it.

"Yes.."

"Grandpa."

The ten heroes of Yihai nodded and handed in the numbers. Everything was handled according to the normal process. This month, Zhang Guobin handed in less money than before, but it was lower than last month. Heichai, Master Su and others didn't say anything more .

Anyway, no matter how little you pay, it's not like you don't pay. What's more, Yau Ma Tei pays less, and the accounts are still the highest among all the halls. Sitting in the hall and counting only look at the actual benefits, but Zhang Guobin only shows his attitude. Cleverly avoiding the opponent's Ni Lin, reaching a strange tacit understanding.

Master Su checked the accounts one by one, and returned the accounts to the white paper fans in each hall. Before the meeting ended, Heichai put down the teacup, and suddenly said: "Prince."

"Grandpa." Zhang Guobin's expression changed, he sat up straight, and said seriously, while Heichai said: "Fei Lin was injured recently, and you will take care of the Tsim Sha Tsui site for the time being."

"is that OK?"

Ma Wang and Yuan Bao looked sideways.

Now, there are seven streets in Tsim Sha Tsui, more than 30 venues, four main sources of income, more than 500 brothers, and a monthly turnover of several million.

For more than a year, He Yihai has already controlled more than one-third of Tsim Sha Tsui and nearly half of the land interests in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Prince Bin has another large piece of land to start with?

Zhang Guobin's expression was stiff, but he knew that he couldn't shirk his responsibility, so he nodded steadily and said, "I know, Grandpa."

"I'll take care of Fei Lin first."

"Hmm." Seeing that Zhang Guobin was interested, Heichai didn't feel too embarrassed, raised his hand, and said, "Let's end the meeting."

Whether it is Zhang Guobin's contribution to the establishment of the Tsim Sha Tsui Hall, or his social status as the prince of He Yihai, it is only natural that he is also in charge of the Tsim Sha Tsui Hall.

Of course, this does not mean that Zhang Guobin can swallow the territory of Tsim Sha Tsui. First of all, Tsim Sha Tsui is still managed by Fei Linzai's men, and secondly, those businesses are also in charge of Fei Lin's people.

After two or three months, Fei Linzai was discharged from the hospital, and Tsim Sha Tsui still had to be handed over to Fei Linzai's management, but this undoubtedly publicly confirmed Feilin's affiliation with the prince.

If Zhang Guobin insists on making a fortune on the Tsim Sha Tsui site, he can even take advantage of the opportunity to hold Fei Lin empty. When Fei Lin comes back, he will see the prince on the left and the prince on the right, so he can only be a nominal Tsim Sha Tsui handle Son, Fei Lin has nothing to do.

It's a pity that this goes against Zhang Guobin's development direction, and it doesn't match what Binge does as a person. Zhang Guobin doesn't have the slightest idea of ​​taking Feilin out of the picture. He will take care of the site for a few months, and take [-]% of the money into his account every month.

Zhang Guobin, Ma Wang, Yuan Bao and others walked out of the studio.

Yuan Bao swept away his reluctant expression again, and said with a playful smile: "Brother Prince, you will let Ah Hao come to get the money later."

"Don't be late, I will pay you interest if you are late!"

Now that the entrance to Tsim Sha Tsui has fallen into the hands of Zhang Guobin, it is up to Zhang Guobin to decide whether the fan stall and horse stable business can continue.

Yuan Bao, how can Ma Wang be stingy with a little money.

"correct."

"Brother Prince."

"I've already prepared the money, hurry up and ask the brothers to pick it up." Ma Wang stood with a smile on his face.

Zhang Guobin nodded slightly: "Understood."

This group of people is fierce and vicious, but the only advantage is that they don't get in trouble with money. Coincidentally, so does Zhang Guobin.

Zhang Guobin got in the car, returned to the DreamWorks apartment, and before going upstairs, he turned to Ahao and said, "Ahao."

"Bingo."

Li Chenghao was dressed in a white suit, with a bulging chest, but his face was more capable than before.

During this period of time, Da Bohao took up the white paper fan at the entrance of the hall, and followed the big brother Bin to run around with various forces, and he had already developed a different temperament from the past.

Zhang Guobin looked at him up and down, nodded with satisfaction, and said aloud: "From tomorrow on, you will be a bearer in Tsim Sha Tsui, and don't drive for me anymore."

"For a few months first, pump [-]% of the water in Tsim Sha Tsui every month, and keep the rest of the money at the outlet, according to the old rules."

"Bingo, Tsim Sha Tsui, what can I do?" Li Chenghao curled his lips, his mentality had already changed, and he said disdainfully: "I'm a dignified Yau Ma Tei white paper fan, so I want to go to Tsim Sha Tsui to be a gun guard." ?”

"cut!"

"Hehe." Zhang Guobin looked at Li Chenghao's attitude, but he smiled complacently in his heart. He was not angry, but comforted him: "Although Tsim Sha Tsui is small and chaotic, it is a hall after all. Sitting in a hall is not the same as settling accounts. You Sooner or later, it will be Yau Ma Tei's responsibility, and it will be beneficial and harmless for you to exercise now."

"If you don't take care of the door-to-door, what are you going to do?"

night.

Starry.

Standing in front of the iron gate of the apartment, Li Chenghao twisted his shoulders, stretched his muscles and bones, and said in a relaxed way: "It's almost as good as I make a Causeway Bay."

Immediately, he added: "But... Boss, if you tell me to go to Tsim Sha Tsui, I will go to Tsim Sha Tsui. What does Ah Hao do, the boss has the final say!"

"Go and get ready, don't bring too many people, lest your classmates laugh at us for being rude." Zhang Guobin instructed.

"Don't worry, Akun is broken, I'll bring salt water and Yinshui two people over there, by the way, bring Xiao Ma too, Xiao Ma has opened a new car repair shop in Tsim Sha Tsui, I'll give you a Tsim Sha Tsui big My name." Ah Hao said with a smile.

The other leaders of the hall are responsible for their own business, and taking them to Tsim Sha Tsui will affect the business in Yau Ma Tei.

Zhang Guobin nodded: "Go."

"Let's go first, boss." Li Chenghao took a cigarette in his mouth, turned and walked away, Zhang Guobin also turned and walked to the apartment, hesitated at the stairs, and finally walked directly to the bedroom on the top floor.

the next day.

morning.

Zhang Guobin received a total of 500 million Hong Kong dollars in cash from Yuanbao, Uncle Ji, Zuoguan, Ahao and others, and asked several horsemen to put the money box into the trunk of the car and drive to the Central Administration as a guest. A phone call to Guo Weiming.

Ten minutes later, three cars drove into the Central Police Station. When Zhang Guobin entered the gate of the General Administration with three men in suits and leather shoes and two suitcases, the security inspectors opened the cash box and saw stacks of money inside. The Hong Kong paper looked surprised and puzzled, but Zhang Guobin adjusted his watch and said in a calm tone: "I have a good appointment with your Sir Guo, you can call Sir Guo to ask."