Chapter 133 The Gate of the Great Saint Temple Opens
Chapter 133 The Gate of the Great Saint Temple Opens
"Dezai, you hold a high position in the sneaker factory. Have you discovered the way Shenxiantang transports goods?"
Feng Yaowen took out a pack of cigarettes, puffed out smoke and squinted his eyes.
Chu Zhongde rinsed his mouth with abalone soup and said, "No, I guess the sneaker factory is probably not a warehouse, but a regular business."
"If you want to check the warehouse, you have to start from somewhere else."
Feng Yaowen seemed a little unconvinced and asked, "You mean, a gangster is looking for a legitimate business by setting up a factory?"
"A prostitute turned good and came ashore with clean hands."
"Tsk."
He sneered, his face full of disdain.
Chu Zhongde remained silent, lowered his head and drank the whole bowl of abalone soup, then said calmly: "Sir Feng, isn't there enough legitimate business for the society?"
"Newspapers, radio stations, pornographic magazines, travel companies, movies and records."
"Too many to count. I've been staying in the sneaker factory and can't find any clues. Let's go to another place."
Feng Yaowen flicked the ash off his cigarette, picked it up and said, "According to Interpol, several thousand kilograms of goods were shipped from Hong Kong Island to Singapore last month. The buyer was Hong Yixing, the leader of the Chaozhou Gang."
"When Jing Zhongyi and Luen Gong Le started filming, Hong Yixing's former boss Chao Ajiu came in person to support him."
"I don't believe there is no connection."
Chu Zhongde looked surprised, and his expression changed significantly: "Last month, Jing Zhongyi seemed to be fighting with Lian Gongle."
"That fat cat is very cunning, hiding his true intentions from the world."
Feng Yaowen stroked his stubble.
Chu Zhongde said: "But the sneaker factory is really clean."
"clean?"
"Where is the building where Yin Zhaotang usually stays?"
Feng Yaowen seems to know a lot about the factory.
Chu Zhongde was stunned: "I rarely go there."
"Find out his bottom line."
Feng Yaowen nodded.
Chu Zhongde hesitated and asked, "Sir Feng, is this against the rules?"
Breaking into the office building of a formal company to conduct an investigation without permission is considered a violation of the rules in an undercover operation. There is a risk of being discovered by the company, and there is also the possibility of being punished by the audit team afterwards.
Feng Yaowen was very tough: "What are you surprised about? I'm guaranteeing you. I'm just following the orders of my superiors. You can't be blamed."
"Also, Shenxiantang pays you quite a bit, right? I heard that the workshop supervisor gets 7,000 to 8,000 yuan a month."
Even a fool can hear the threat in that.
Chu Zhongde understood the importance of the matter, and quickly took out the red envelope from his pocket, stood up and handed it to Feng Yaowen, saying, "Sir Feng, I'll hand over today's income."
In theory, the income earned by undercover agents during their missions should be recorded and submitted.
Feng Yaowen kept knocking on him, but he couldn't be so inhumane as to confiscate the money. He pushed the red envelope back into his hands and said with a smile, "You work so hard all day, you must get paid."
"It's so hard for one person to work two jobs. The police force doesn't have as much money as the community. This is just a small token of my appreciation."
He also took out a red envelope from his pocket and put it in Chu Zhongde's hand.
"On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Jing Zhongyi will open the gates to the mountain. Find an opportunity to visit and enter. With your position in the sneaker factory, you will definitely find clues if you go to Jing Zhongyi's seabed in time."
Chu Zhongde said honestly: "I understand, Mr. Feng."
"Sit down and continue eating."
Feng Yaowen held a cigarette in his mouth, raised his glass repeatedly and drank with him.
Planting a spy is actually a very troublesome thing. Because the spy is also a human being, and he will do things that violate the law for money and status. According to data from Interpol, the probability of long-term undercover agents lurking in criminal organizations around the world defecting is as high as 30%. One out of three undercover agents will defect!
This probability forces the police force to look at the undercover agents through a magnifying glass, which in turn causes the undercover officers to become disloyal.
Advanced law enforcement methods do not actually require undercover agents.
However, the current rule of law situation in Hong Kong means that if the police force wants to dismantle a triad organization, they must have undercover officers to obtain key intelligence.
Young people who graduate from police academies are easily dazzled by the glamorous world, but it is impossible for a police officer who has worked for a few years to go undercover again.
Chu Zhongde waited until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, boarded a small urban-rural bus, and rushed to the gate of the society with dozens of workers in the factory who wanted to join Jing Zhongyi.
Originally, the workers made a living in Shenxiantang's factory and were considered half of its own people.
A worker who has a family business and is willing to work is better than a bad boy who idles around all day.
The society opened its doors wide and welcomed them most.
Therefore, some gang members had privately notified the gang members early on to make a list of the workers who wanted to pay their respects and submit it to the gang leader for review.
Those who receive the notification can enter the mountain gate, and the company will also send a special car to pick them up.
"Brother De, which boss are you going to worship?"
"It must be our Lao Zhong's signature dish, the Double-Flower Red Stick Fairy Tang." Chu Zhongde shouted excitedly while sitting in the minibus, smoking a cigarette.
Ding Jiahao, the supervisor of the third workshop, said, "I also want to become Brother Tang's disciple, but I heard that Brother Tang rarely accepts people."
Most of the men who hold positions in the factory come to pay their respects, perhaps for fear of losing their jobs.
Just like brushing up your resume, you’re not afraid of not having it, you’re afraid of others having it.
Chu Zhongde leaned against the window, absent-minded, his thoughts wandering as he said, "If you give the red envelope with enough sincerity, Brother Tang might accept you."
Crackling.
He was awakened by a burst of loud firecrackers.
The bus drove from Sheung Shui Wai to the Tai Shing Po Temple on Po Lam Road, Sau Mau Ping.
The road is a steep uphill turn that outlines a rising arc. There are three temples in a row, namely the Dashengbao Temple at the turn, the Chenghuang Temple in the middle, and the Guanyin Temple at the end.
Among them, the Great Sage Temple occupies the largest area, has the highest temple gate, and has three halls. It enshrines the Monkey King as the main god, and the Three Altars and Sea Assembly God as the accompanying deity. There are also statues of Erlang Shen, Huaguang Emperor, Xuantian Emperor, Jade Emperor and other gods.
Chu Zhongde looked out of the car and saw that half of Xiumaoping Road had been blocked, leaving only the other half open for vehicles to pass. Inside the blocked road were temporary banquets, stretching out along Baolin Road to the horizon.
There are more than a dozen chefs preparing the banquet, and more than a dozen of Lao Zhong's brothers are helping. There is a small stage at the entrance of the temple, where a troupe from western Guangdong is performing the classic piece "The Six Kingdoms' Grand Seal" (Su Qin Grants Seals to the Six Kingdoms)
Six lions danced from the bottom of the mountain to the top, and the Chaoshan Yingge dance team beat gongs and drums and celebrated.
The first row of seats in front of the stage is empty, provided for the gods to sit, and the villagers of "Dasheng Village" are seated in the second row and beyond.
Rolls-Royce, Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Maserati, Porsche, dozens of luxury cars are parked in front of the temple, demonstrating Jing Zhongyi's strength.
The whole of Po Lam Road was already filled with the sounds of gongs and drums and was packed with people. Tai Sung Estate was a nearby housing estate named after the Po Temple. Over a decade ago, the villagers had never seen Tai Sung Temple so prosperous.
"This is the mountain gate of Jing Zhongyi."
Chu Zhongde got off the bus with the other workers and, greeted by a brother named Jing Zhongyi, went to a long table in a corner to drink tea and wait.
In the Great Saint Palace.
"This is our mountain gate!" Fat Cat stood in the open space outside the temple, holding a cane, wearing a white gown, and said with a kind look.
Yin Zhaotang looked at the seven-meter-high and two-meter-wide stone sculpture of the Great Sage enshrined outdoors, and his mind was reminded of the couplet outside the palace gate: The holy traces are left in the Divine Continent of the East Island; the mighty spirit is evident in the Southern Continent.
In this temple, apart from the golden statues of the Monkey King and Nezha, the most lifelike statue is this black stone sculpture that has withstood decades of wind and rain.
A mountain breeze blew through the temple. Dozens of flags printed with words like "The Great God Equaling Heaven", "Fighting and Victory Buddha", "The Great God of the Three Altars and Sea Assembly", "The Manifestation of the Holy Erlang Zhenjun", "Hongmen Loyalty Hall", and "Triads Respect Loyalty" suddenly fluttered in the wind, crackling continuously, showing the magnificent scene.
"What a great ceremony for the six nations to appoint prime ministers!"
Jimmy Lai sat in the front of a Ford, sipping a cup of Yuanyang milk tea, admiring the grand spectacle of "Six Kings Appearing on Stage" on the roadside, and sighed with relish.
"It's really majestic and full of vitality!"
(End of this chapter)