Hong Kong General: I have a lot of vests

The bait has been put down, and the fisherman Xiaoshage sits on the fishing platform leisurely and contentedly.

The bait is a mermaid, and the one staring at the float is "Zhan Ha" Chen Zhijie.

Chen Zhijie stares at the surveillance screen every day, admiring the goddess' every move. I don't know what Huang Jieyi is thinking. She knows there are cameras, but she still wears cool clothes.

Chen Zhijie felt as if he was possessed by Liang Kun and was very angry.

In this way, a week passed and Wang Zhihui did not take any other actions. He went to work and worked overtime every day. Apart from working particularly hard, there was nothing unusual.

"Brother Xiaosa, Wang Zhihui works 996 every day and occasionally works 007. Apart from that, there is nothing else suspicious!"

Chen Zhijie was reporting on his work. Huang Xiao looked at this little brother with sunken eye sockets and couldn't help but sweat secretly.

"Zhijie, be moderate, take this bottle of male silkworm medicinal wine and drink it."

"Brother Xiaosa, stop insulting my innocence!"

Chen Zhijie blushed, stomped his feet, turned around and left.

"Hey, if you have the ability, don't take it!"

"I took it for Chen Guorong! He has been feeling weak in the waist and knees lately, and he feels that his body is hollowed out and he can no longer give his girlfriend stable happiness."

Huang Xiao no longer paid attention to Chen Zhijie who was trying to save his reputation. He was not optimistic about this relationship, or to be more precise, he was just being self-satisfied.

Kit Chan is involved in the media circle and is also interested in developing a career in the entertainment industry. A simple kid like Chen Zhijie is no match for the experienced Kit Chan.

"Haha, 996? 007? Could it be that Wang Zhihui is a working saint?"

This is what Huang Xiao is most confused about. Working is just to make a living, so why does Wang Zhihui become addicted to it?

Unless work and hobbies are highly consistent!

And what is Wang Zhihui’s hobby?

Peeping at beautiful women?

So, why did Li Zekai reuse Wang Zhihui?

It is impossible that he was peeping at beautiful women. Young Master Li was known as the Little Simon of Hong Kong Island. He liked to be straightforward and there was no need for him to engage in peeping.

Is Wang Zhihui monitoring the target designated by Li Ershao?

"Does Li Zekai have any secrets that he cannot tell anyone?"

Brother Xiaosha has an idea!

"Ajie, come here!"

"yes sir"

Huang Xiao called Song Zijie.

"Ajie, change your clothes and come with me to the party!"

"where to?"

"And the Yellow Cup Ballroom Dance Championship! There are a lot of beauties!"

"Ahem, Brother Xiaosa, you know me, my wife is pregnant with our second child, so it's not convenient for me to go."

"Fuck! Ajie, what are you thinking? We are going to investigate a case, not pick up girls!"

Huang Xiao changed into an Aikun suit and put on a black suit on the outside. He looked chubby. If it weren't for his pretty face, he would have looked like a lunatic.

"Drip~"

Song Zihao drove a Hongqi CA770 to the police station.

"Ajie, and this beautiful lady?"

Huang Xiao had a pretty face, and Song Zihao mistook her for a great beauty.

"Ahem, Ah Hao, I'm cool and relaxed"

"oh oh"

Song Zihao didn't ask much, knowing that Brother Xiaosha liked to dress up and have fun, he didn't expect that he had a new alias.

"Let's go to the Peninsula Hotel!"

"Ok!"

Hongqi CA770 is a ceremonial car with a strong presence and a large rear space.

This car is registered under the name of Li Shutang, and it is the one that Li Wenqiang used to exchange for his old scooter "Bugano Weilong".

"Brother Hao, how is your work lately?"

"Very good, Mr. Li is very kind and his daily schedule is very regular"

Li Shutang is old, and although he is in good health, he is becoming more and more like an old naughty boy, and likes to have a drink occasionally. Huang Xiao is afraid that Li Shutang will drive under the influence of alcohol, and if an accident happens, he will have no place to cry, so he asks Song Zihao to be the driver.

Of course Song Zihao did not refuse and became the driver for the first Chinese police superintendent, which meant that the Song family had completely become Brother Xiaosha's confidant.

"By the way, Brother Hao, where does my grandpa like to go?"

"Um, this, I~"

Song Zihao hesitated to speak, and Huang Xiao understood that grandpa must have gone to a disco or to ATV to play a supporting role.

The God of Gamblers incident seemed to have activated Li Shutang's genes for being a prankster, and now he has completely evolved into a "prankster old man".

"We're here, Brother Xiaosa!"

The group arrived at the entrance of the banquet hall on the third floor of the Peninsula Hotel.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but we can't serve you if you're not dressed properly!"

Huang Xiao was stopped again.

"What the hell? I was dressed like a decent person, how come my clothes are in disarray?"

"Sir, you should at least wear leather shoes, right?"

The receptionist reminded.

This competition is open to the public and does not require an invitation, but the reception staff have a keen eye and know who can enter and who absolutely cannot.

Brother Xiaosha has a face similar to Gege's, and it is obvious at first glance that he is not a child from an ordinary family. However, the sneakers on his feet really affect his appearance.

"Oh oh oh~"

Huang Xiao walked over and turned his back, motioning Song Zihao and his brother to block it. With a whoosh, he took out the golden Chelsea from the space and put it on.

"Sir, please come in!"

"Thanks!"

A group of three entered the competition venue.

Hundreds of Hong Kong Island's upper class gathered to enjoy the ballroom dancing championship.

In the 1980s in Hong Kong, ballroom dancing was considered an aristocratic sport, and most of the contestants were girls from wealthy families.

"Tsk! You dance worse than the old lady in Labor Park!"

Huang Xiao secretly looked down on them. The girls all had good looks and figures, but their movements were stiff and their expressions were dull. They had no natural beauty at all and were totally inferior to the soul dancers in Tiexi Labor Park.

"Ajie, anything else?"

Song Zihao asked in a low voice, as if he saw an acquaintance, but didn't know how to address the current "Brother Xiaosha".

"Ah Hao, go ahead. My name is Zhao Ruilong now, so just call me Master Zhao."

"Okay, Mr. Zhao."

At this time, the lights in the banquet hall dimmed, and the host slowly said:

"He is arrogant, but kind-hearted!"

“He is humble, but admired by everyone!”

"He can use the wisdom bestowed by God on mankind to perfection and make business decisions that can be called art!"

"Is he the incarnation of the God of Business, or the messenger of the Devil of Business?"

“No one knows, but one thing is certain!”

"Everyone gives him a title!"

"That's ~~Little~Superman~"

Wow, Huang Xiao was quite surprised. This host must be Stephen Chow's subordinate. He praised two people with the same words? He is not afraid of being fired.

Crash, crash, crash~~

Thunderous applause broke out in the banquet hall. With a bang, a searchlight shone on the door and a 1.6-meter-tall man with glasses walked in, waving as he walked, like a big star walking on the red carpet.

"Hello everyone, I am Richard Li, Chairman of PCCW!"

“Today, I am very honored to represent my father, Li Guacheng, to participate in the 7th “Hutchison Cup Ballroom Dance Championship”!”

"Come on, fellow contestants!"

The melodious music of "Blue Danube" sounded, and the contestants began to compete against each other. Twelve beauties came on stage each time, and the rest lined up in turn. The judges were foreign experts from the Hong Kong Dance Association.

After Li Zekai gave his speech, he sat down at the main table in the middle and watched the beautiful women dancing in high spirits.

"This bear is too big, like a cow, pass"

"This one looks too mature, like an old lady, pass!"

"This is too high, I can't reach it, pass"

Li Zekai looked at the contestants one by one, as if he was ordering technical service staff in a club. Wang Zhihui beside him wrote down Li Ershao's comments one by one.

"Haha, hello, Mr. Li! I'm Zhao Ruilong!"

"Ok?"

Li Zekai felt like a mountain was coming towards him. When he looked up, a face that looked as beautiful as Diao Chan appeared before him!

"Hello, beautiful lady! I'm Li Zekai! My dad is Li Guacheng!"