Hong Kong Variety Show: From Little Brother to Big Boss

Facing Jiang Tiansheng, who was bringing in great power and pressure, Liang Kun forced a smile on his face, pretended to be indifferent, and uttered the word "tsk" lightly.

"Brother Sheng, I always follow your suggestions. If I don't say anything, it means I agree with you!"

There was a hint of greasiness and perfunctoriness in Ni Kun's words, but Jiang Tiansheng just smiled slightly after hearing them, with a hint of subtle depth in his eyes.

After the meeting, everyone dispersed and went about their business. Jiang Tiansheng stayed alone in the meeting room and whispered something to Chen Yao.

At the Central Police Station, Zhang Wenyao, who had just returned from Sai Kung after a secret meeting with the leader of the Chung Shun Yi gang, Lian Haolong, was walking in a hurry.

However, before he even stepped into his office, he was stopped politely but decisively by two middle-aged men in neat suits and with serious faces.

The older man, Chiu Hu-shun, a senior investigator from the ICAC, showed Zhang Wenyao their official credentials in a formal yet graceful manner.

He clearly and directly stated his purpose: "Good afternoon, Superintendent Zhang Wenyao. I am Zhao Wushun, a senior investigator of the Independent Commission Against Corruption, and this is my capable deputy Wang Xuliang."

"We are here on orders, and we have some official business issues that require your assistance."

A trace of surprise flashed across Zhang Wenyao's face, but his professional qualities made him quickly regain his composure and calmness: "Oh, is that so? What kind of investigation is this about?"

Wang Xuliang took a step forward at the right time, and said in a calm and concise voice: "We will explain the specific contents of the investigation to you in detail at the appropriate time and place."

"Now, please follow us to the Independent Commission Against Corruption for an in-depth conversation."

Zhang Wenyao looked around and found that he had no way out. He had no choice but to accept this sudden change. He tried to buy some buffer time:

"Then, can I call my boss first and explain the situation? Such a sudden departure may cause some inconvenience to work."

Zhao Hushun smiled lightly, shook his head, and said with a hint of apology:

"I'm sorry, Sir Zhang. In order to maintain the fairness and confidentiality of the investigation, we do not recommend that you contact the outside world at this stage."

"But please rest assured that we will ensure that your legal rights and interests are fully respected and protected during the investigation, and we will also do our best to speed up the investigation to reduce interference with your work."

Zhang Wenyao carefully looked at the expressions of the two investigators in front of him, trying to catch some clues or flaws from their expressions, but found nothing.

He took a deep breath and nodded to show his agreement: "I understand. I am willing to cooperate with your work."

Afterwards, two ICAC investigators, one in front and one behind, politely but firmly led Zhang Wenyao towards the parking lot.

They opened the door of a special car with the ICAC logo printed on it for Zhang Wenyao and carefully closed the door for him.

The vehicle started slowly and drove Zhang Wenyao towards the office of the Independent Commission Against Corruption.

Inside the car, although the atmosphere was a little tense, the investigators were not in a hurry to start questioning. They gave Zhang Wenyao some precious time to calm down and adjust his state.

After arriving at the ICAC, they took Zhang Wenyao into a pre-arranged interrogation room. The interior was simple and solemn, full of formality.

The clock hanging on the wall is ticking, as if reminding everyone of the passage of time.

At the same time, the room is equipped with advanced recording and video equipment to ensure the transparency and fairness of the entire questioning process.

After a while, Zhao Hushun returned to the interrogation room and said something that made Zhang Wenyao's face change drastically.

In Xinghan's office, Mike stood in front of the French window, following the ICAC vehicle as it left.

There was a hint of relief and joy in his voice: "Zhang Wenyao has been taken away, Xinghan."

Xinghan did not look up at Mike's remarks. He just immersed himself in his own world, savoring the foreign wine in his hand, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

"I heard that he just returned from that remote place in Saigon. Do we need to notify Liu Xu?" There was a hint of casual inquiry in his voice.

Mike slowly walked to the sofa, sat down gracefully, then shook his head gently, with a hint of firmness in his tone:

"No, although we do owe him a favor, we are not his bodyguards. Besides, with his abilities and means, I believe he can handle everything properly."

At this time, in the Sijiu City of Xia Country, in a Chinese-style building that exuded a solemn and dignified atmosphere, a man sat behind a large desk.

He had a stern face, eyes like knives, and was intimidating without even getting angry, as if he could see through everything in the world.

"The content of this list is of vital importance. It concerns the safety of our comrades stationed in Hong Kong Island."

His voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to carry a heavy weight. "This matter has attracted the personal attention of the minister. Even the Right Ear Duke has been distracted by this matter."

He paused, looked at the man standing below with a sharp gaze, and continued:

"We must find that damn traitor as soon as possible and destroy the list he stole. Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous. I believe you know this better than anyone else."

The man below couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead when he heard this. He knew the importance of this mission and the heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

So the man below took a deep breath, nodded firmly, and said that he would do his best to complete the task.

The atmosphere inside the Sun Kee headquarters in Central was heavy and depressing.

Jiang Sheng, the leader of Hong Kong's number one gang and a prestigious gangster in both the black and white worlds, was now looking angrily at his son Jiang Xugang, his eyes full of disappointment and helplessness.

"Look at you, all you do all day is get into trouble, eat, drink and have fun. You're simply not doing your job properly!"

Jiang Sheng's voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to carry a heavy weight. "If you continue like this, how can I hand Xinji over to you with confidence?"

Jiang Xugang heard this and a flash of disdain and anger flashed across his face. He raised his head, looked directly into his father's eyes, and retorted:

"Dad, what gives you the right to say that to me? I just want to live my life in my own way and make a career. Why do you think I'm good for nothing but eating, drinking and having fun?"

Jiang Sheng was so angry that he trembled all over. He slammed the table and shouted:

"Look at yourself, what have you been doing recently? You stayed out all night, took drugs with others, and even gambled with others!"

"How do your actions resemble someone who can inherit Xinji in the future? How can I trust Xinji to be handed over to you?"

Jiang Xugang was not to be outdone. He stood up suddenly and said loudly:

"Dad, you're always like this. You never trust me or give me a chance. Do you think you've done a good job?"

"You are busy with business and intrigue every day. How much time do you have to spend with me? Have you ever really cared about my thoughts and feelings?"

Jiang Sheng was choked by his son's words and was speechless for a moment. He stared at Jiang Xugang with wide eyes, as if he didn't recognize his son. After a long while, he slowly said:

"Xu Gang, I'm doing this for your own good, for the future of Xinji. Do you think that everything you're doing now is to make a career?"

"You are wrong. You are just squandering your youth and your future."

(The title is not wrong. This unit is a bit sensitive, so I typed it as a book! As for why it is sensitive, you can think about it carefully.)