Chapter 393: Society of Acquaintances

In a vague way, Heipilong also felt the significance of studying.

"I heard that in Yiji, Madam Yi's younger brother and sister, and Ah Xiang, who passed the preparatory exam and dreams of going to Hong Kong University, are all teachers for Manniu, teaching him English and mathematics. Brother Manniu is different now, he is a cultured person." Another little punk was holding another newspaper that published articles about Manniu, his tone was sour, and his envy was beyond words.

"Let's not talk about this, how good is the food at Yiji? The last time I went to Yiji for dinner, I saw Brother Manniu, he seems to have grown taller again!" Another little punk also came over.

"If I had gone to Yi Ji at that time, I wonder if Chef Yi would have taken me in." The fourth person on the sofa opposite was also reading a newspaper. "

Take a piss and look at yourself. How much savings does a barbarian have? Even if he doesn't work for Mr. Zhong, he can still afford a house. Now you won't starve to death if you study and do nothing every day. If it were you, would you squat at the door of Yi Ji and beg for food all day?" Hei Pilong spat, then said:

"Why not learn more words, study, think about how to do things in the future, learn to be smart, maybe you can be reused by Mr. Zhong. Now Mr. Zhong is doing serious business, and those of us who can only fight can only work as security guards and bodyguards. Mr. Zhong wants to find someone to keep accounts and do accounting, and set up a team structure like other companies, You, you, you, including me, Hei Pilong, are all useless. Who knows about that human resources department, the reporting of work and leave time on time, the labor law stipulates a few working hours, and some welfare system? What's the use of just following and working hard? Times have changed. Even if Mr. Zhong wants to use us, we don't know what use we can be. In the end, we still have to go to some talent market to hire people to manage us. It's really fucking..."

Hei Pilong threw the newspaper on the table with a bang and smoked depressedly.

Even he began to think, if he follows Mr. Zhong to work and make money now, and goes to Yi Ji to find Madam Yi or Man Niu to ask what to study and how to study, will it be useful? Just

when a room full of losers was rarely worried about their future, the door of the shared house suddenly made a sound.

A yellow-haired man walked in and said excitedly after closing the door:

"Brother Long, I heard from the bespectacled man in the tape store that he saw Madam Yi come to this area today. It seems that there is another case. Madam brought a few policemen to Uncle Fatty's grocery store and questioned him for a long time."

"Really?" Black-haired Long stood up, smacked his lips, turned his head to look at the page of the newspaper on the table with the bullshit, and thought about what Mr. Zhong had said before that he still felt he owed Madam Yi a favor...

He propped himself up on the small round table next to him, stepped over, strode to the door, turned around and said:

"I'm going to see Mr. Zhong, yellow-haired, come with me."

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In the 1980s and 1990s, Hong Kong's economy and culture were prosperous and developed to an incredible degree.

Many people call it the glorious era of Hong Kong.

The abundance of material goods has led many wealthy people to pursue more luxurious enjoyment. Packaging themselves with wealth has become an important enjoyment behavior for wealthy people to satisfy their need to show off.

In places like Tsim Sha Tsui, you can often see people carrying famous bags, wearing famous brands, and wearing famous watches.

Many luxury stores have emerged to meet the demand.

Other ordinary wealthy people who are not so rich but also want to arm themselves with famous brands have given rise to another business - a large number of shops that buy and resell second-hand luxury goods have emerged.

Two days ago, the Double E second-hand luxury store was suddenly robbed before closing time. The robber stabbed the owner seriously and fled after stealing several valuable goods.

Because the murderer was a single person, Jiayi's initial judgment was:

1. The murderer was most likely unorganized and was acting alone;

2. The murderer randomly chose a small luxury store without a plan, so the items he robbed were all displayed on the outermost edge of the store;

3. He panicked and stabbed the store owner when he was fighting with him, and he had no experience. He may have a criminal record in the past, but not necessarily a robbery record.

4. Such a murderer is very likely not to have a complete and safe chain of selling stolen goods. Based on the previous few points, the murderer is likely to randomly find some small vendors near his residence to sell stolen goods.

5. The murderer should live in some not-so-expensive communities, initially selected as the northwest and northeast areas of Kowloon;

therefore, Jiayi's first task was to screen the shops that might help the murderer sell the stolen goods.

There are many small shops in Kowloon that secretly sell stolen goods. Even if the police force strictly controls such illegal acts, the police have investigated and punished a shop this time. After a while, some other shops that are greedy for money may emerge to replace those that have been investigated and punished, and quietly do this kind of part-time job.

Jiayi, Sanfu and others collected a list of small shops that sell stolen goods from their respective informants, and began to inquire from one shop to another from East Kowloon to West Kowloon.

On the second day after the robbery, they finally checked Sham Shui Po in West Kowloon.

Walking through the intricate alleys of Sham Shui Po, you will see scoundrels with dyed hair of various colors. Some of them will do odd jobs when they are short of money, and wander around looking for fun when they have some money. They change their identities from time to time and play different roles in this area.

When you think that the scoundrels affect the city appearance and are a safety hazard to the community, you send grandpas and grandmas from the neighborhood committee to "persuade them to do work", and they may turn into enthusiastic handsome guys who help grandpas and grandmas move gas tanks.

The diversity and volatility of human nature are vividly reflected in them. When Jiayi passes by them, she will guess: Are they someone's spies? Or are they informants of the police?

After screening all the way, of course no store admits that they are engaged in the prostitution business.

During the interview, Jiayi kept judging whether the shop owners were related to the robbery based on their expressions and reactions. When

she came to Portland Street, Jiayi looked at the key points she had marked in her notebook, nodded to George and Qin Xiaolei behind her, and then walked into the Fatty Grocery Store.

The shelves of various colors and heights were filled with sundries. If people wanted to buy something here, they had to work very hard to choose. There were so many things here that people felt as if they were drowning in a sea of ​​sundries when they walked in.

The owner was a fat boy, just like the name of the store. He was not tall, had a round belly, and a round head.

After seeing Yi Jiayi, the shop owner's eyes lit up and immediately curved into two thin lines.

He turned over with a smile and asked enthusiastically:

"Madam, what do you want to buy? Tell me and I will help you choose."

Jiayi nodded, looked around his shop carefully, and asked directly:

"Has anyone come to your place recently to sell you second-hand watches, jewelry and bags at very low prices?"

"Madam, are you talking about those luxury goods from big foreign brands?" The fat boy chuckled, "I only run a small business here. I do have jewelry, bags and watches, but how can I afford a big business worth hundreds of thousands of dollars? Well, if Madam wants to buy jewelry, it's here. It's definitely not what Madam likes."

"Think about it carefully. A young man with a buzz cut and acne scars all over his face, two Rolexes, an Hermès bag, two Chanel bags, and a set of Bulgari head jewelry, is it possible?" Facing the smiling face of the fat boy, Jiayi's expression became more serious. She asked word by word, staring at the other person's eyes as sharp as a knife.

The fat on the little fat boy's face trembled, and after a few pauses of hesitation, he smiled and said, "Madam, it's really not true. I don't buy or sell luxury goods here. How can I recall such a thing? Hey, did something happen, madam? I am a first-class good citizen, doing business seriously, and trading on a small scale..."

Jiayi did not respond immediately. She stared at the little fat boy for a while before saying,

"Lying to the police is also obstruction of justice. This crime is punishable by up to 7 years in prison. Think it over. If I find out that the murderer sold the stolen goods through you, I will definitely sue you."

The little fat boy smiled and waved his hands, "It's not true, madam. What you said really doesn't fit my little shop."

"Let him sign the transcript." Jiayi turned her head and raised her chin towards Qin Xiaolei.

Qin Xiaolei's mountain-like figure approached the fat boy and handed the recorded confession in his hand to the fat boy, "Sign."

The fat boy looked at Yi Jiayi, then at Qin Xiaolei, and swallowed hard. The confession, every word on it was his denial of prostitution for others.

After hesitating for a second, he still picked up the pen and signed his name on it.

Jiayi looked at the fat boy meaningfully, reached out and patted the fat boy's shoulder, then turned around and led people away.

Standing in the shop, the fat boy felt that the shoulder that Officer Yi had patted seemed to have been hit halfway by a huge hammer, and it was numb and painful.

His smile gradually disappeared, and after swallowing hard, all his facial features wrinkled together.

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After Jiayi left the shop of Little Fatty, she arranged for someone to watch the shop 24 hours a day.

After that, she continued to check other grocery stores, looking for other suspicious clues, and also tracked and monitored other suspicious clues.

This time there was no body, Jiayi could not use the flow image to identify the murderer and catch him in one step, and could only lead the team to search and investigate step by step.

Originally, I thought that someone would lose patience in a few days and try to transfer the goods - people who do things will always show flaws, unless this person can continue to hold tens of thousands of goods in his hands, bear the pain of this loss, and never cash it out.

What Jiayi didn't expect was that before she could catch the tail of the suspicious people, Mr. Zhong Dazhi, the "former boss of the Heyi Club" and "current chairman of the Heyi Security Company", who owns more than a dozen nightclubs, bars and shops nearby, actually called her first.