He said, "If you need, I can arrange another one for you."
Chen Rou nodded and said, "Ducati or BMW, Kawasaki, I have the best one, how much does it cost?"
If you really want to ride a motorcycle, 100,000 is just the middle level. Huo Qi said, "Kawasaki has released a new model, but even if you try to save money, it will still cost 700,000." Chen Rou coughed and reached out again. A moment later, Chang Ma brought her checkbook from the study. She still didn't sign it, but tore off a check and said, "You don't have to make a profit, just don't lose money."
He wrote down how much he spent and recorded the money himself; the money was transferred from Chen Rou's private account.
Huo Qi picked up the check and saw Chang Ma's wrinkled nose. He suddenly realized that he had been running around for several days and smelled terrible. He was extremely embarrassed, but he had something to say to Chen Rou, but he didn't know how to say it.
Just as he was getting up to leave, he thought, why don't we talk on the stairs?
There were servants on the stairs, so he went downstairs with Chen Rou. Downstairs, Uncle Ming was standing in the foyer, smiling: "Mr. Huo is a distinguished guest, why don't you stay a little longer?"
This was the way of turning away the guest. Huo Qi saw Uncle Ming hand him a helmet, and even wiped his dirty helmet clean. He took it, said thank you, and carried it out.
But Chen Rou also came out and said something that made Huo Qi burst into tears.
She laughed and said, "There's a classic line in one of our mainland movies: 'The enemy is in the command post.' Officer Huo, have you noticed how fitting it is?"
Yes, that's exactly what he said, perfectly summarizing Huo Sir's discovery and what he wanted to say. But Chen Rou probably already knew, since Chen Ke and his team have always maintained the view that there is collusion between the police and criminals.
However, Huo Qi has always believed that the mainland is not only materially poor, but also culturally impoverished. In recent years, various literary and artistic works and concepts have been dumped from Hong Kong to the mainland.
However, the enemy was in the command post.
What a precise bullet! It was fired by Huo Qi himself when he was still young. If he turned around, it would hit him right between the eyebrows. That bullet, forged from his passion, integrity, and ideals, would fight his way out of the junior police academy, crushing the proud and sharp-edged Huo Qi, leaving him utterly defeated and routed.
All his toughness was shattered by that bullet at that moment; he was sad, embarrassed, and ashamed.
He rushed to the gate of the Nie family's house, clutching his helmet, and almost opened the door to leave. It was Uncle Ming who caught up with him and led him to the motorcycle parked in the underground garage.
Inspector Huo was absolutely humiliated today; he made a complete fool of himself.
On the other hand, Nie Zhao plans to return to Hong Kong tomorrow, but so far, he is overwhelmed by the choices and has not yet chosen a gift for his wife and son, and is feeling quite distressed.
While the entertainment industry in the capital was not as developed as that in Hong Kong, it was beginning to take shape. However, even entertainment newspapers in those days were in black and white, and news about Hong Kong was mostly reprinted verbatim. Therefore, Nie Zhao saw his wife's portrait repeatedly featured in the newspaper column of the hotel shop.
What's more troublesome is that he doesn't recognize the simplified Chinese characters in the news from mainland China.
He stared at the newspaper, dumbfounded: What had happened while he was away from home for several days?
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