Chapter 356 Being looked down upon
Chapter 356 Being looked down upon
Shanghai Street, a crowded place.
Yin Zhaotang, dressed in a neat suit, was walking past the altar in the hall with his brothers. He caught a glimpse of incense ash spilling out of the corner of his eye and picked up a rag from the corner of the table.
He wiped the fallen incense ash clean, looked at the four-legged copper incense burner filled with incense sticks and piled with ash, and said, "Tell the brothers to clean the ash regularly to ensure the cleanliness of the shrine."
Niu Qiang looked solemn and nodded in agreement: "Yes, I'll arrange it right away."
"Open the windows for ventilation."
Yin Zhaotang strode into the office with his hands behind his back.
Ma Chaohui hurried over, smiling, and bowed, "Boss."
"This news will be published on the front page." Yin Zhaotang took out a manuscript and casually placed it on the table.
Ma Chaohui picked it up and took a closer look, his face puzzled: "It's just a batch of more than ten kilograms of goods. Is it worthy of being put on the front page?"
"Do it."
Yin Zhaotang buried his head in reading company documents without even raising his head.
Ma Chaohui didn't dare to say anything more, and leaned over and replied: "Got it, boss!"
The next day, the front page of 91 Eat Melon News carried a warning: Chief Inspector Ho Kwan-hung of the Narcotics Bureau led his team to seize kilograms of smuggled methamphetamine at the Victoria Harbour Pier.
Three criminals were arrested, two of whom were Indian nationals.
In the Central office buildings, white-collar workers working in foreign trade companies drink coffee, eat bread, flip through the refreshing 91 magazine, and use the remaining time to glance at current affairs news.
"This sir named Ho Kwan Hung has been very powerful recently."
"At such a young age, he has been promoted to Chief Inspector of a frontline department. He has a bright future ahead of him!"
"It's methamphetamine again. Which bastard sold it into Hong Kong Island?"
White-collar workers are the main group that pays attention to news and subscribes to newspapers. The price of a newspaper is not cheap, and ordinary people like to buy it in bulk.
If there is big news, buy one and take a look. If there is no big news, just go and have a look at it with your friends in the teahouse.
Subscribe to 91 Magazine, you can get pornographic pictorials, reality shows, news and reviews
91 Magazine is really popular among readers.
On the minibus, a middle-aged stock investor who was rushing to the Hong Kong Stock Exchange to sell off his shares, after reading the 91 Chigua newspaper, was very unhappy. He crumpled the newspaper into balls and threw it out of the window, cursing: "Idiot, reporting small cases all day long. Last time, Ho Kwan-hung seized dozens of kilograms of goods. This time, the seizure of more than ten kilograms of goods made the headlines. Are you treating the sir like a star?"
"It's a rubbish newspaper. I won't even read it if you give it to me. Sooner or later, the company will go bankrupt."
Someone in the front row actually agreed and said, "If you want to do something dirty, just do it properly. Why make a news report? If you do that, I'll be treated like a dog!"
There were many similar curses.
There are more than 100 newspapers and hundreds of magazines in Hong Kong. Readers can choose from many newspapers with different viewpoints and columns. Except for the four major paper media, South China Morning Post, Oriental Daily, Sing Tao Evening News and Hong Kong Times, which are relatively authoritative, the sales of other newspapers have fluctuated.
"91 Chigua Newspaper" relies on the rigid demand of 91 magazine to bring in a good number of readers, but the newspaper itself does not make much money and relies on advertising to make money.
Using newspapers to carry private opinions to fight a war of public opinion means that one must first bear the saliva of many readers. This is because the content of newspapers carrying private opinions will definitely not follow current events.
In order to ensure the effect of public opinion, readers should not be treated as fools and public opinion should not be forced into their mouths. It is necessary to lay the groundwork step by step, then thread the needle, expose the shady dealings, and finally set off public criticism.
Therefore, Yin Zhaotang did not disclose the news directly, but asked the doctors in the New Territories to help and lure two Indian buyers to come.
Then let Ho Kwan-hung appear to brush up his resume, and the methamphetamine is the stock swept up in the Hong Kong market. This is used as an introduction, and while it provokes the readers' scolding, it has already planted a seed in the readers' minds.
When subsequent scandals were revealed, the first thing that came to the minds of the citizens was for the police to find out the truth, rather than for someone to smear the Hong Kong government.
In the afternoon, the magazine company had received hundreds of cancellation calls and more than 70 letters of complaint. If you want to guide public opinion, you have to pay a price.
But Yin Zhaotang ignored it completely. When the shady truth was revealed, the increase in subscriptions would make up for it hundreds of times. Police headquarters.
Zeng Jingfu, wearing a white jacket, holding a cardboard box in both hands, stepped into the elevator with several personal belongings. G4 Inspector Xia Yongshen smoked a cigarette, looking angry, and watched his subordinate leave.
Senior Inspector Fang Zhixing stood shoulder to shoulder with him and said with emotion: "In the Political Department, we have to do whatever the foreigners say."
"The British are just more prestigious than the Chinese!"
Xia Yongshen exhaled thick smoke and looked at him sideways: "Some things can be disbelieved, but they cannot be disrespected."
Fang Zhixing smiled and said, "Why don't you go tell the foreigner?"
Ding.
The elevator door closed and it descended floor by floor.
During this time, many police officers entered the elevator and were surprised to see Zeng Jingfu holding the box.
As the police force is a violent department, they sack fewer personnel, and anyone who leaves with a box will inevitably be looked at strangely.
But when the police officers saw the scars on Zeng Jingfu's face, they all showed admiration and nodded and greeted him: "Sir Zeng!"
"Well done."
"Have guts, man."
Police officers came and went, some in ordinary military uniforms, some senior inspectors, and some Chinese superintendents.
Everyone looked at Zeng Jingfu with respect.
Because Guan Erye is the belief of tens of millions of Chinese people from ancient times to the present, from north to south, from the mainland to overseas.
Police officers who work hard on the front line often encounter accidents and brush with death, and they worship God with all their heart.
Praying for peace is nothing more than seeking peace of mind.
Even the last spiritual support of the Chinese people is being taken away. We can no longer blame anyone for rising up in resistance.
Yesterday, Zeng Jingfu returned to the Political Department after completing his mission, and a violent conflict broke out between him and Group S. There were rumors that G4 and S4 had a fight, and someone even pulled out a gun at one point.
The dispute was not resolved until the white chief inspector from G4 arrived with his men. Zeng Jingfu, who took the lead in the resistance, was considered to be disobeying the orders of his superiors and was dismissed from his post and expelled from the police force.
When Zeng Jingfu walked out of the headquarters gate holding the cardboard box, a silver-gray BMW suddenly stopped in front of him. The window was lowered, revealing a handsome, angular face.
"Sir He?"
Zeng Jingfu was stunned and scratched his head, trying to figure out what the rising star of the Narcotics Investigation Division had to do with him, a dismissed loser.
Ho Kwan-hung leaned his elbow against the window, smoking a cigar, and gave a look: "Get in the car, I'll introduce a job to you."
Zeng Jingfu opened the car door, walked in doubtfully, and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Sir He, is this our first meeting?"
He Junhong started the car and stepped on the accelerator: "It doesn't matter how many times we've met. Just because you dared to attack the person who smashed the statue of Guan Erye, we are friends."
"You dare to disrespect Master Guan, you really deserve to eat shit!"
Zeng Jingfu said coldly: "How are they disrespecting God? They are looking down on us and the Chinese gods at the same time!"
"Gui people worship their own gods, and they worship them with great sincerity."
He Junhong nodded, feeling that if people don't get along well, even gods will suffer. He cursed with indignation and resentment: "I will take you to smash their gods!"
(End of this chapter)