Chapter 180 What is power!
Chapter 180 What is power!
"In fact, as long as you are determined, you can find Lao Zhong." Fat Cat picked up the teacup and drank the hot tea calmly, making a hissing sound from his mouth as he burned his mouth.
At this time, a full month had passed since the murder in the basement, and the storm had almost died down, but the aftermath was still there and was buried deep in the hearts of many people.
Fei Boxian was pronounced dead in Kowloon Hospital on the third day after the incident.
The police lost a key person and lacked witnesses and physical evidence, and the case came to a standstill.
Although the police investigation team collectively does not believe that Fei Boxian is the real murderer, Wu Zongshu himself has a dirty background. Whenever the joint investigation team wants to dig deeper for clues, they will encounter huge resistance from within the police force.
The case became complicated and confusing, and it was no longer a simple homicide.
To solve the case, you have to go to war with a political gang!
As the head of the serious crime team, Qiu Chuan found that he could not even check Wu Sir's entry and exit records. After reporting to his superiors, he received a zero exit record.
But Wu Sir’s colleagues said that Wu Sir often went to Macau to play cards, and his children lived in Singapore, so how could there be no record of him leaving the country.
Unless Sir Wu has a second passport, why would a key member of the police management need a second passport?
It's really scary!
Although, after a period of investigation, the investigation team has locked on a double-flowered red stick named "Shenxiantang" in the underworld.
However, when they wanted to dig deeper, not only were all the clues cut off, but they also received no support from within the police force.
Because the people behind Wu Zongshu are also afraid that the truth will be revealed.
Yin Zhaotang sat at the table, wearing a suit, crossed his legs, and smoked a cigarette, saying, "Yes, Lao Zhong's reputation is so famous, why can't we find it?"
"Many things cannot stand up to scrutiny. If you want to investigate us Lao Zhong, you have to investigate people within the police force."
"Let's not investigate the people in the police force. We have no conflicts with Wu Sir at all. Why would we kill people?"
Judging from the current situation, the death of a man named Wu is not enough to cause a reshuffle within the police force.
A chief inspector may be a big deal to the bad guys, but in the eyes of those who really hold power, he is just a parking boy, and it doesn't matter who he is.
Fat Cat held two fitness balls in his left hand and said in a deep voice, "Yes, so when I asked you to kill Wu, I wasn't going to start a war with the police force. I was warning those corrupt policemen who took the dirty money to follow the rules!"
"They have been quiet for a month without making a sound. It seems they know how to follow the rules."
Yin Zhaotang nodded slowly and asked, "Are they afraid of being investigated by the ICAC?"
Fat Cat laughed and said, "There are corrupt police officers in ICAC, but there are more than one group of police officers who accept bribes. There are even more factions within the police force. Now the situation is tense, and everyone will keep a low profile."
"Rules are something that people forget sometimes. If you don't remind them, they will just pretend they never learned them."
Yin Zhaotang sipped his tea and was impressed by Fat Cat's arrogance.
"But they will definitely hold a grudge and want to get back at each other."
Fat Cat smiled and said, "But we are no longer trafficking drugs, so we don't have to worry anymore. At most, our situation will be the same as it has been for the past month. It will be hard times for a while."
"Just be careful wherever you come into contact with the police. You never know where those cockroaches are hiding."
Yin Zhaotang smiled lightly, flicked the ash from his cigarette, and said softly, "I know, Grandpa."
This month, the police force launched a large-scale anti-gang operation, strictly checking KTVs, massage parlors, foot baths, and gambling dens in Hong Kong Island and Kowloon as a strong counterattack against the triad organizations.
But when the old veteran saw the police force launching a major operation, he knew that the police force had not caught the real culprit.
Because only targeted attacks can disintegrate a society, and large-scale crackdowns are nothing more than making the press releases look better. Small print will be uncomfortable for a while, but large print will not feel it at all.
The prostitutes and grooms arrested in the crackdown on prostitution are not even considered "four-nine boys", but "blue lanterns". The street vendors selling pirated sneakers and handbags are not even considered "blue lanterns", but just ordinary people who sell wholesale goods.
There is also investment in the film industry, which is completely legitimate. Decoration and construction companies are even more legal and compliant.
Illegal activities embedded deep in the social structure cannot be solved by a painless crackdown on gangs. To dig out the cancer inside, we must cut into the system structure, and even change the social environment to carry out regular elimination.
Zhongyitang cannot do it as easily as Xinji and Haohaobang, but the seafood market in Tseung Kwan O, the sneaker store, pirated factory and Dafeirou in Mong Kok have not been affected.
The three branches in Yau Ma Tei, Jordan and Wan Chai have greater influence.
But the entire underworld has been swept up, and these three gangs have no right to complain.
Zhongyizi doesn't make any money for a month, so he just treats it as a New Year's holiday.
The big brothers in the gang would often bring dozens of their younger brothers to book a large food stall to eat seafood and hot pot beef.
However, the big guys have the confidence to take the annual leave, but the small guys will starve to death if they don't work for a day. In the second half of the anti-gang operation, the number of burglaries and thefts on the streets of Hong Kong Island increased sharply.
Because, without a place to work, the gangsters will escalate their crimes and look for other ways to make money.
The balance between Hong Kong community and the government has never been one of pity to one another!
Whoever dares to disrupt the balance will bear the consequences.
At this point, the Hong Kong police's vigorous anti-gang operation came to an end, only because the Hong Kong government was never prepared to completely root out the cancer.
Otherwise, the first boss to step down will be the Governor, and the first country to remove the nameplate will be Britain.
After Yin Zhaotang learned the last lesson of how to survive in the underworld - "dare to break off relations with the police force", he also learned to demystify "power".
Suddenly I realized that power has limits, and powerful people may not necessarily be able to harm you.
For example, the boundary of the black police is light, they dare not tear off their faces and expose the truth; the boundary of the government is darkness, they cannot go deep into the inside story and cannot understand the hidden truth.
The boundary for civil officials is the army, and the boundary for military officials is politics. There are also geographical and cultural boundaries.
Why do the foreigners want to use Chinese to govern Hong Kong? It is because they are blocked by cultural boundaries and need a group to act as a tentacle of power.
In the past, when Zhongyitang cooperated with Wu Zongshu, it acted as the power tentacle of their group.
Zhongyitang's withdrawal according to the rules and revenge against those who did not follow the rules were actually all within the "rules", maintaining its own status and intimidating the rest.
If Fat Cat hadn't given him personal instruction and training, it would have been difficult for Yin Zhaotang to realize this given his personality.
Only when you truly understand what power is can you play the game of power well!
Yin Zhaotang drove back to his luxury home in Tsim Sha Tsui East. When he opened the door, he saw Zhou Huimin, wearing a white shirt and suit, and a chef's apron. She was weighing an iron pan in front of the stove, cooking the sauce over high heat, and scraping a portion of dry fried rice noodles into a plate.
"Boss, come and eat."
Rong Jiahui picked up the plate with both hands and placed it on the dining table with a smile.
(End of this chapter)