Chapter 190 7 Slaves of Love, 6 Desires
Chapter 190: Slaves of the Seven Emotions, the Six Desires
Ngau Tau Kok Road.
Cheung Yip Street.
More than forty reporters from various TV stations and newspapers, carrying cameras and long guns, crowded into the 1,000-foot interview room.
A dozen assistants who were temporarily recruited were helping to serve tea and water and arrange seats.
Hu Bochao's campaign office has never been so lively, and several people on the public election committee seem to see a bright future.
For politicians under the democratic system, if they are not popular, they may not necessarily have no future, but if they are popular, they will definitely have a future!
Hu Bochao was wearing a suit, looking haggard and with many gray hairs on his temples. When he arrived at the press conference, he first bowed to everyone and then gave a reasonable, appropriate and resonant speech as a victim.
In the end, as a victim, he faced dozens of cameras, clenched his fists, and shouted loudly: "I have complete faith in the Hong Kong Island police's ability to handle cases. I believe God is blessing me. I believe that the citizens of Ding'an will make the right choice."
"In the face of illegal events, I will never compromise. For the right thing, I will never give up. For the development of Hong Kong Island and the self-reliance of the nation, I can pay any price."
"I, Hu Bochao, thank you all. Thank you very much, thank you for your support!"
Hu Bochao bowed deeply and broke down in tears. Amid a barrage of flashing lights, he walked off the stage accompanied by Guo Zhengmin and others, and refused all interviews.
But he left Ma Chaohui from 91 magazine alone in the office for half an hour.
Chaoyi Restaurant, attic.
Fat Cat turned off the radio, held the dragon head stick, looked back at the window, and congratulated with a slightly sour tone: "Congratulations, Atang, you bet on the right thing again."
"What a stroke of luck."
Yin Zhaotang leaned his hands on the window, overlooking the crowds of tourists on Qingfeng Street. In front of a newsstand on the street, there was an endless stream of customers coming to buy the special edition of the 91 Political Magazine, which had just arrived at the stall.
Since it was a temporary tabloid, it didn’t have a formal name, it was called “91 Eat Melon”.
There are two sections: the eating melon section and the gossip section. The eating melon section is all about news and current events, while the gossip section is guest comments and celebrity columns. It is difficult to invite real celebrity guests, but it is still easy to spend some money to find a few newspaper editors to talk nonsense.
"Luck is a kind of strength. You have the ability to seize luck and strengthen your strength. You deserve praise." Fat Cat smiled and sat down to make tea.
It was my first time to nominate a person for election, and not only was I elected, but I was also able to elect a very popular person.
As the head of Zhongyi Hall, Fat Cat's mouth was almost crooked with smile.
Yin Zhaotang returned to the long table, took the tea handed to him by his grandfather, took a sip, and said, "Mr. Hu is a capable politician, but as a partner, he needs to try a few more times."
"However, the first answer was really unexpected. It's quite a treat!"
Fat Cat nodded: "I asked my brothers to check it out. No matter which brand it is, the company will support you to the end."
"Thank you, Grandpa."
Yin Zhaotang thanked him sincerely.
First, anyone who dares to interfere in the election of members of parliament cannot be a small-time figure. Second, the huge poster of him and Mr. Hu is still hanging in the Garden Building. If anyone dares to touch Mr. Hu's family, he is ready to fight with him.
There are only five or six such companies as Sun Kee, Number Gang, Wo Shing and He Tu. It is expected that the enemy will be lenient, and there are no more than ten digits in the whole of Hong Kong.
Grandpa's cards have all come up.
If you have the guts, go and settle the score with the big boss.
"This is a black swan event in the election campaign."
"Mr. Hu's tragic character has been established. He may even be elected as the Speaker of the Parliament in the future."
If you get promoted and get rich, your wife will die.
Hu Bo made a huge profit.
"This really reminds me once again that if we can talk, don't fight. If we have to fight, it's better to do it openly. If we have to fight, we must kill!" Yin Zhaotang warned himself.
1 Ordnance Factory Street.
Hong Kong Police Headquarters, Block A, 4th Floor, Criminal Division. Ho Kwan-hung was looking down at a document when he bumped into the head of the Intelligence Division, who was walking hurriedly in the corridor, and accidentally knocked over the document in the head's hand.
The two people's documents fell together.
He Junhong quickly bent down and apologized: "Sorry, sir, I'm so sorry."
The Criminal Intelligence Bureau is the largest intelligence department of the police force, aiming to provide intelligence support for all operations. After Wu Bochao held a press conference, the kidnapping case of the family of the district council candidate has been personally supervised by the Deputy Director of Operations.
Three major police districts and multiple operational departments are coordinated, and the Criminal Intelligence Division sends Chief Inspector Cao Kaiyuan to join the serious crime team.
I just came to the anti-drug team to retrieve Guizai Tian’s information, but suddenly received a notice and left in a hurry.
Ho Kwan-hung is familiar with the internal style of the police force and knows that Sir Cao has received explosive information. Now is the opportunity to execute the plan.
After doing some basic disguise, I accidentally bumped into Sir Cao and got the information I wanted.
Cao Kaiyuan stared at He Junhong's uneasy appearance, and a hint of deep doubt flashed in his eyes.
As an intelligence officer, Ho Kwan-hung should not have taken the opportunity to glance at the documents on the ground while picking up things.
Cao Kaiyuan didn't take the folder immediately, but stared at him for a moment, then took the file unhappily and said, "Be careful!"
"Sir Cao, I'm so sorry."
He Junhong smiled bitterly and looked embarrassed, but he was already sweating profusely under his uniform.
"Be careful!"
Cao Kaiyuan patted his shoulder warningly with the folder in his hand, then slowly walked towards the elevator.
He Junhong couldn't help but look back after a few seconds, just in time to meet Cao Kaiyuan's look. In the brief moment of their eye contact, his body felt as if it were electrified.
But with his own strength, how can he have a chance to defeat the evil spirits in the police force?
Since he is alone and cannot find any allies in the police force, he will look for them in the underworld.
In the human world, there are police and criminals.
Government and society.
Black and white.
But they are all slaves to the seven emotions and the six desires.
It doesn’t matter who you cooperate with, and it doesn’t matter what the process is. As long as the goal is in line with your wishes, you can use any means.
Hu Bochao, who gave a passionate speech on TV and was featured on the front page of the special edition newspaper, is also a slave to desire.
Ho Kwan-hung has found a good partner for himself, but in order to achieve cooperation, he has to give a gift to show his appreciation. Now the information about the kidnapping case is just the right amount.
If the other party refuses to cooperate, they will not be held responsible for a small issue.
Selling out the police force is a show of sincerity.
Ho Kwan-hung trotted down the office building, drove to Mong Kok, found a telephone booth before entering the Red Tunnel, and called 91 Magazine.
"Hello, where are you?" Yin Zhaotang picked up the cell phone.
Ma Chaohui whispered, "Mr. Yin, someone just called and reported that in half an hour, a ship will go out to sea from the Tseung Kwan O Pier. It is very likely that the kidnappers are trying to escape."
Ho Kwan-hung only saw the English name of Tseung Kwan O, but it was not difficult to draw a conclusion.
Yin Zhaotang covered the mobile phone and warned, "Don't let the news leak out. I'll take care of the rest."
"Don't worry, boss." As an old hand in the newspaper industry, Ma Chaohui knew the rules very well. Some informants never released information for the purpose of being published in newspapers, but just wanted to pass on a message through the newspaper.
Yin Zhaotang was in the community, so he easily handed the matter over to the community, and turned around and said, "Grandpa, Tseung Kwan O Pier."
"I'll ask Guangzai to take people there and bring the person back!" said Fat Cat.
(End of this chapter)