Chapter 315 Political Department

Chapter 315 Political Department

Chapter 315 Political Department

After having dinner with the 23-listed municipal officials at the Chinese restaurant of the Regent Hotel, Hu Bochao moved to a private room in the executive lounge.

Nineteen of the twenty-three served on the Kowloon District Council, while the remaining four served on the Hong Kong Island District Council. Sixteen were district councillors, while the remaining seven were administrative officers.

Everyone was dressed neatly, holding champagne glasses, and standing in the box chatting.

Hu Bochao coughed twice, cleared his throat, walked into the room, and spoke loudly: "My friends, I mentioned in the newspaper that 'Hong Kong people administering Hong Kong' has three principles, but the government authorities are constantly touching the bottom line of the three principles."

"Trading the right to govern Hong Kong shows no respect for the sovereignty of the Chinese people over Hong Kong Island, nor for all of you present here."

Everyone looked serious and listened attentively.

Today, Hu Bochao invited them to a party under the pretext of a celebration. Everyone knows that Hu Bochao's position as vice chairman was obtained with help from the mainland.

Hu Bochao would give pro-China political speeches, which was a regular part of the program.

But Hu Bochao gets to the point right from the start, and his attitude is so strong that one cannot help but take it seriously.

He looked around at everyone and said, "We are all part of Hong Kong's government system. The power of governance is in our hands, not in the hands of the foreigners. The foreigners don't respect us, so we don't need to respect them."

"Next month, there will be an economic forum in Singapore, and the heads of the mainland will attend. We propose that we all go to Singapore together to discuss with the heads of the mainland how to implement the policy of Hong Kong people governing Hong Kong."

The officials present were all shocked and began to whisper to each other.

Hong Kong Island District Councillor Anson Chan asked tentatively: "Mr. Hu, is the economic forum about politics or economics?"

Hu Bochao replied: "It's just a communication platform. What we talk about is not important. What's important is that people are present."

Chai Qianwen, the head of the Kowloon District Government Subsidy Group, raised her right hand and said, "Mr. Hu, the Sino-British negotiations have not yet produced a result. Do we have to be so eager for quick success?"

"Can't we take our time and talk slowly?"

Hu Bochao put down his glass and said in a serious tone, "Explain to me, what does it mean to be eager for quick success and instant benefits, to treat ideals as business, and Hong Kong Island as goods?"

"Don't talk to me like that again, or I'll be the first to vote you out of office!"

The Government Subsidies Group is a lucrative position. Chai Qianwen is in her early thirties, has an oval face, fair skin, and beautiful looks. She has an ambiguous relationship with the chairman of the Kowloon District Council, Ma Dekun.

She is a typical opportunist.

Today, Hu Bochao was determined to crack down on the speculators. After he choked her back, he strode to the door of the box, opened it, and said, "Those who want to work with me to govern Hong Kong Island will stay, and those who want to help the foreigners, get out!"

"After today, you'd better understand that it's impossible to walk out of this door standing again."

The twenty-three people were all shocked and couldn't believe it, but they were all intimidated by Hu Bochao's power.

Mr. Hu is the vice chairman of the Kowloon District and the flag bearer of the Hong Kong faction. He has publicly expressed his pro-China stance in small circles, which has forced them into a corner.

Chen Ansheng said, "Mr. Hu, if you want to report to the mainland, you don't need to use us as gifts, right?"

Hu Bochao's sharp eyes swept over immediately. Chen Ansheng was afraid and didn't dare to look at him.

The staunch pro-unification supporters received the signal and immediately expressed their support: "Mr. Hu helped to make connections and really helped you find opportunities."

"We should support Mr. Hu and take back the ruling power from the foreigners."

More than two-thirds of the people present were pro-unification, and the political speculators immediately stopped. Hu Bo-chiu closed the doors and said, "I believe everyone firmly supports the policy of 'Hong Kong people governing Hong Kong', but it is useless for me to believe it. We have to make the people believe it."

"Everyone has a lot of concerns and wants to wait for the results of the Sino-British negotiations."

"As your representative, I will not force you. It is OK not to go to the forum in Singapore, but at least you should show your attitude."

Chen Ansheng looked solemn and threatened: "Mr. Hu, there's no need to make a big fuss. If you have any request, just tell me directly!"

Hu Bochao said slowly: "There is a society in Hong Kong called Zhongyitang. You should all know it. If you don't want to go to Singapore to take the oath, you can go to Zhongyitang to wear a red scarf, drink blood wine, and burn yellow paper."

"Register on the submarine register and make it official in the future."

Chen Ansheng and Chai Qianwen's faces suddenly changed, and a few people exchanged glances privately, with concerns in their hearts. But most of the people present nodded slightly, showing a very reasonable expression.

Seizing the sovereignty over Hong Kong Island is a national event and a political bloodbath. How can we gain people's trust without signing a contract and handing in a letter of surrender?

The Hong Kong government bureaucrats are well aware of the political positions behind Lao Zhong's several actions. Joining the triads is a crime, and after being exposed, one's future is ruined, but the family will not be implicated and assets will not be frozen. This is a perfect token of loyalty.

No one at the scene spoke out in opposition. Even the few opportunists were like ants being crushed by the overwhelming trend.

Hu Bochao raised his glass and said, "Don't worry, it's just a name. Lao Zhong is not qualified to ask you to do things. From now on, you all have to carry the words of loyalty and righteousness, be loyal and brave, and serve the country."

"Cheers, brothers!"

Twenty-three people raised their glasses together: "Cheers, Mr. Hu!"

More than half an hour later, the group of people walked out of the lobby of the Regent Hotel one after another and left in their respective cars.

Senior Inspector Chang Shizheng of the Intelligence Group of the Political Department took a small camera and took pictures of everyone in a car opposite the hotel.

As a police officer admitted to the Special Branch in 1985, Chang Shixiu was just a newcomer. However, due to his British Chinese identity, this identity was often regarded as a symbol of reliability in the Special Branch.

It is very conducive to promotion. In five years, he has become the team leader of the Political Department.

The police rank of Senior Inspector is only to facilitate the work of the Special Branch within the police force.

The salaries of the Special Branch were based on internal levels, and were developed by the Hong Kong government, bypassing the British Hong Kong authorities and going directly to the HSBC bank account.

The power of a political police officer depends only on the targets he manages and has nothing to do with his police rank.

At this time, Chang Shixiu drove his team back to the Royal Police Headquarters at 1 Arsenal Street, Wan Chai, and walked into the -story Merry Building. He looked up and saw the surveillance camera in the elevator. He raised his ID around his neck with a serious expression.

The elevator automatically rose and finally stopped on the seventeenth floor.

The Political Department occupies the 17th and 18th floors of the Meili Building, with two full floors used as independent office areas.

The buttons for the 17th and 18th floors of all elevators in the building were taped over and there was no response when pressed. The control program had locked the two floors and had to be accessed through the main control room.

After walking out of the elevator, he went straight to the intelligence chief's office and knocked on the officer's door.

The remaining team members turned left and entered an office with a sign that read "S4 Local Threat Group" and began intensive intelligence analysis.

"Hello, sir!" After getting approval, Chang Shixiu entered the office, stood at attention and saluted. He found that Chief Inspector Lou Changfu, the head of the "S2 Hostile Intelligence Group", was also standing in the room.

(End of this chapter)