Song Yuanchao drove out and took Chen Rou home.
He suddenly said, "It seems that when you were provided with that car, Officer Huo didn't make a single penny."
Chen Rou was also a little sad, saying, "I even suspect that he paid out of his own pocket quite a bit."
Although he only needed 50,000 yuan at the time, he has already spent more than 60,000 yuan to get the same car, but the paint has not been sprayed yet. Moreover, the gold-plated wheel rims will look terrible if the color is slightly off.
In addition, Huo Qi's cousin runs a motorcycle modification shop, and he often helps out at the shop. Chen Rou guessed that when Huo Qi was calculating prices, he was only calculating prices from the manufacturer. In a way, he was a very honest person.
Unfortunately, with him standing on two opposing sides, it was difficult for Chen Rou to win him over.
Looking out the window, in the darkness of night, there were many more police officers and patrol cars on the streets today. The police officers are also working very hard, sitting in patrol cars with braised pork trotters in their hands. They are all ordinary people. The police force has only so many officers, and the police cannot hire more people, so they can only work overtime. The usual 8-hour workday has now been changed to 10 hours, or even 12 hours.
The purpose was simply to prevent Cheung Tze-keung from committing further crimes after his release from prison.
But the more exhausted the police officers became, and the more anxious the wealthy were, the happier Cheung Tze-keung became.
Thinking of this, Chen Rou said, "Let's take another look tomorrow. As long as it's close enough to pass for the real thing, there's no need to insist on it being exactly the same."
Song Yuanchao nodded: "Okay."
Just as they arrived home, he asked again, "Should I secretly follow Young Master Jiajun?"
Nie Jiajun was, after all, the eldest grandson of the legitimate wife, and Nie Rong was keeping a close eye on him. However, he bypassed the bodyguards and quietly ran out to find a gun. Song Yuanchao was worried that if Zhang Ziqiang's men saw him, they might kidnap him, and he couldn't bear the shame.
But Chen Rou said, "Don't worry, as long as he takes off his expensive suit, no one will recognize him."
Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse. When Nie Jiajun walks down the street, he is just another face in the crowd like Chen Rou. Who would pay attention to him?
In Hong Kong, a fast-paced place where everyone lives like animals, even female celebrities have to show some skin to get photographed when they go out.
Otherwise, who cares?
In fact, the reality was even more exaggerated than Chen Rou imagined. When Nie Jiajun, dressed in a brightly colored jacket and sporting a small mustache, squatted on the curb, eating popsicles and waiting for Huo Qi to get off work, he was mostly met with sanitation workers yelling gongs and 'bastards' and telling him to move his butt, as well as ragpickers snatching his water bottles.
Does anyone recognize him as the eldest grandson of the Nie family? No, even he himself was disappointed, but the fact is, nobody knew him.
Because he was being targeted and closely monitored, Huo Qi deliberately stayed on the 7th floor traffic department for a while after get off work that evening. After seeing Liao Sir leave and drive away, he hurriedly took Nie Jiajun down to the 4th floor to go to the police chief's office.
To avoid being watched, the two deliberately took a longer route up the stairs. Huo Qi then gestured for Nie Jiajun to keep watch at the top of the stairs. They sneaked into the corridor, but stopped after only two steps.
Because two more people walked out from the corridor ahead, one of whom was carrying a wire that was exactly the same as the one Huo Qi was holding.
The key point is that these two officers were from the Evidence Division, and one of them said, "Are you sure the gun was in his office?"
Another person said, "Let's check first. If he's not there, then we'll go to his house."
He said to another person, "He wiped the fingerprints off the AK, but he did it on purpose without the surveillance cameras. He wouldn't be so stupid as to leave a gun used as evidence in his office. Besides, do you think he might have already thrown the gun away?"
Another person laughed and said, "How could that be? Last time, Boss Luo's business made him buy a house, this time, he'll have to buy a shop."
Huo Qi was backing away when someone patted his shoulder. He turned around and pinched the person on the shoulder. Nie Jiajun quickly raised his hand.
Nie Jiajun, of course, heard it too. He pointed at Huo Qi's nose and said in a hoarse voice, "Liao sir, the mole!"
Huo Qi was also shocked because Liao Sir had recently bought a house in Central, claiming that it was because his wife had a distant uncle who had died without children, and that he bought the house so that Liao could inherit his property.
But surprisingly, that apartment was obtained in exchange for Mr. Luo, who had been kidnapped not long ago?
Furthermore, judging from the tone of the two officers from the Hearings Section, they already knew about this. By the way, both officers from the Hearings Section were carrying the latest mobile phones and were also looking at properties, so were they also accomplices of Cheung Tze-keung?
However, despite being a police officer for so many years, Huo Qi still hasn't saved enough for a mortgage and lives in a leaky, dilapidated house.
Although he knew that corruption was rampant within the police force, he always felt that it was only the upper echelons, the big shots, who had problems.
But is it really true, as those mainland police officers say, that Hong Kong's police force is completely rotten from top to bottom?
However, since the two officers had already gone in to search, Huo Qi decided not to go in and would just wait outside.
But when he heard a faint sound of footsteps, he turned around abruptly and saw two police officers quietly going up the stairs.
The four of them were initially taken aback, but when the other two officers saw that it was Huo Qi, who had been demoted recently and targeted by his superiors, they immediately became arrogant and domineering: "Huo sir, there's a huge traffic jam in Yau Ma Tei, aren't you going to deal with it?"
Huo Qi was exhausted and frustrated. He had only gone down a few steps when he heard a police officer wailing in the corridor, "Sir, we were just passing by. We saw that Liao Sir hadn't closed the door, so we came in. No, we didn't find anything."
5 million, that's worth a huge apartment in Central. It seems everyone in the police station has gone mad.
After going downstairs, Nie Jiajun asked, "Where do we go now?"
Huo Qi mounted his motorcycle and said firmly, "Let's go to Liao Sir's house and raid it. If we can't raid it, we'll go straight to Central!"
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