Chapter 229 Hidden Power

Chapter 229 Hidden Power

Chapter 229 Hidden Power

Shanghai Street, a crowded place.

Dapao stepped out of the Mercedes-Benz in his leather shoes, straightened his tie, and strode towards the Defeng Building with a glass jar in his pocket.

in the office.

Ashin, Feiying, Niu Qiang, and Huapi were all sitting on the sofa around the long table. Some were holding cigarettes and crossing their legs, while others were bending over with respectful expressions.

Yin Zhaotang holds the crystal clear white porcelain teapot in both hands and pours tea back and forth along the six teacups, repeating the cycle over and over again to ensure that each cup of tea has the same color and aroma. This is exactly the Guan Gong patrolling the city in the art of tea.

A lot of hot soup spilled on the tea tray.

Da Pao pushed open the glass door, bowed, and said with a smile on his face: "Boss, congratulations on your appointment!"

"Cannon, come and sit down."

Yin Zhaotang patted the empty space on his left.

Da Pao placed the glass jar on the countertop of the bookcase, adjusted the angle, and said with a laugh, "Brother Tang, this is some old tangerine peel that a friend brought back from Xinhui. It's not very old, maybe 20 to 30 years old."

"Put one in your tea to moisten your throat."

He glanced at a few gift boxes on the table, some of which were Rolex watches and some were Wuyi Mountain rock tea.
They were all thank-you gifts sent specially by the five disciples who had taken up the post.

“That’s thoughtful.”

Yin Zhaotang smiled and used cups to serve tea to the five people. Dapao came the latest and was very tactful not to squeeze in. He found a corner and sat down, patting his chest: "I am Dapao today, all thanks to Brother Tang's support."

"I must be filial!"

Feiying curled his lips and muttered quietly, "Flatterer."

Dapao showed his rotten teeth and put on a silly smile, pretending not to hear.

A brainless thug will not be able to maintain his power for many years, and there will be no benefits in going to the execution hall.

Yin Zhaotang sipped his hot tea, staring at the five people with his eyes fixed, and said slowly with scrutiny, "Today is a big day for me and my brothers. Five of you are taking up your posts together, which really makes me proud."

Feiying, Ashin and the other three shut up and looked at the boss seriously.

"With you here, my position as the second marshal is secure."

"The day after tomorrow, the society will open its gates and hold a ceremony to establish a position. We need to make preparations so that the world will know about Zhongyi Hall and its many talented people."

Ashin, Niu Qiang, Dapao and others all said so.

"Got it, boss."

"I see."

The five people agreed immediately and expressed that they had no objection to the positions.

There is no need to mention Hua Pi and Niu Qiang. The former helped the sister-in-law to block bullets, and the latter made many military achievements and has always been the boss's right-hand man.

None of them had managed a business before. They were equipped with red sticks and straw sandals, which made them very suitable for the job, as they could both help the boss wield the knife and continue to protect him.

As for Ah Xin, he had some minor merits but no great abilities. He was given the job of a Wan Chai straw sandal, which was considered a return to his position as a big bottom. Although it was a disgrace for the Dong'an Society to be reduced to a straw sandal, it was fortunate that he was in Wan Chai.

Just shouting out the four words "Wan Chai Ashin" is more intimidating than "Dong'an Red Stick", and his wealth and status in the underworld are even higher.

It was even more like a pie in the sky for Dapao, who earned a white paper fan from Wan Chai through business.

Only Feiying personally killed Guizai Tian, ​​and his record of success was brilliant, but in the end he was only given the position of White Paper Fan in the Punishment Hall.

In terms of oil and water, it is not as good as Wan Chai Straw Sandals, and in terms of reputation, it is not the Red Stick.

Therefore, Feiying had a defiant look on his face and a bad expression on his face, and his voice was filled with some dissatisfaction when he agreed.

Yin Zhaotang took a sip of tea and glanced at Feiying without further explanation.

He thought of nominating Feiying to be the Wan Chai White Paper Fan, but Grandpa felt that Feiying had too bad a temper and was too proud and conceited, and would easily come into conflict with Shatouzai.

There was some intention to gain power for Shatou, but it was finally replaced with a white paper fan in the execution hall.

Xingtang is the leader's confidant. If Yin Zhaotang becomes the next leader, Bai Zhishan will have a chance to take over the hall. If Feiying doesn't understand the key points, it would be like explaining it, which is even more meaningless.

After drinking two cups of tea, Yin Zhaotang looked up at the clock on the wall, stood up and said, "Sorry, I have a charity dinner to attend in the evening, so it's almost time to go!"

"Boss, I'm going to be busy now."

The four men, Cannon and Flying Eagle, stood up one by one and said goodbye and left, making the excuse that they had something to do in the hall.

In these two days, the new people who are about to take office are destined to be busy and exhausted.

Yin Zhaotang, followed by several brothers, got into a Rolls-Royce and drove all the way to 18 Salisbury Road.

Regent Hotel, lobby.

Guests have arrived and signed in front of a billboard that reads "Police Union Charity Dinner".

The concierge then led me to the elevator and helped me press the button for the banquet hall on the fifth floor.

This charity dinner of the Police Union was organized by Dr. Leung Sum-ying, with the assistance of Ho Kwan-hung and Leung Chiu-ying.

Behind the scenes, it was funded by an organization called "Veteran Police Care Public Fund", which was registered under the name of Hu Bochao, and the real investor was Lao Zhong's newly promoted Second Marshal.

His people did not register, took the elevator to the fifth floor, and greeted Ho Kwan-hung at the entrance of the banquet hall: "Sir Ho!"

"Mr. Yin, please come in." He Junhong, dressed in a suit and tie, was chatting with his senior. He apologized and trotted to the door to greet him.

Yin Zhaotang wanted to get rid of the risk of wearing red shoes, but also hoped to cultivate influence within the police force, so it would be best to find a spokesperson to make donations.

Since the reward requirement is to "save ten terminally ill police officers"

Then, choosing retired police officers as the entry point is a perfect opportunity. First of all, retired police officers are older, with the youngest being over 50 years old, and they are more likely to suffer from terminal illnesses.

Secondly, the police union lacks care for retired police officers.

There will be no in-depth investigation into who is donating to retired police officers. Compared with directly donating to police officers, donating buildings to the Police Force can exert influence more covertly.

Retired police officers seem to be a very vulnerable group, but there are many "police families" in the police force.

If you have a reputation among retired police officers, you will have connections within the police force.

It is difficult to meet the Commissioner of Police, but if you want to meet the retired Commissioner of Police, you can do so by paying enough money!

The two siblings of Leung Sin-ying are all descendants of police officers. They have many friends in the police force and are supported by a lineup of chief inspectors and district councillors.

Five people use the least amount of money to accomplish the most.

Yin Zhaotang picked up a glass of champagne in the buffet area, stood in a corner of the hotel, and looked at the more than 800 retired police representatives in the venue.

There are former superintendents, Chinese detectives, and senior police sergeants.

A foreigner, an Asan, from Weihaiwei.

Most of them were wearing sportswear, old-age clothes, and some were wearing the police uniforms of the time.

Among them are some who are wealthy, have made a fortune, and have family businesses.

But some people have set up foundations specifically to care for retired police officers. The satisfaction, sense of accomplishment, and sense of value that it brings are not just a matter of a little money.

On stage, Leung Sin-ying spoke as a police orphan, telling a story of striving to improve herself and returning to the police force. Publicly sponsor ten terminally ill retired police officers, disclose hospitals, disclose names, and disclose medical records
Announce that he will persist for a long time and undertake more projects.

The foundation's chairman, Mr. Wu Bo-chiu, and the organizers of the dinner, Mr. Ho Kwan-hung and Mr. Leung Chiu-ying, were invited to the stage together. The applause was very loud and they received huge support from the retired police officers.

When Yin Zhaotang was reminiscing with Hu Bochao, a former Eastern District police chief, Mr. Qi Antai, who had gray hair on his temples and was wearing a military uniform, came to Hu Bochao and handed him a check, saying, "Mr. Hu, I'm personally donating HK$100,000. I hope it can be used for the charity of retired police officers."

"Chairman Hu, I want to contribute to the foundation."

"Ten people are too few to save. Open up ten more places and I'll take care of them all!"

Former Hong Kong Island Police Superintendent Cao Debin, wearing a suit and smoking a cigar, spoke slowly.

There were also former Shau Kei Wan Chinese Detective Chief Xi Gen, Chai Wan Chinese Detective Chief Zhou Ying, and former gangsters who took the initiative to step forward and rush to contribute money, making it a bit difficult to accommodate them.

(End of this chapter)