I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 720 Forward, Forward, Forward!
When Sheng Jiakang heard the siren, he turned around and came to the window, casting his gaze: "There is a messenger!"

"It's the instructor team of the police academy!" When he recognized that the leading instructor was "Magic Pomfret", there was a hint of fear in his eyes, an old antique in the police academy!
Ten years ago, the perverted instructor who loved to scold the students the most, and even had several lives in his hands, would have been dismissed early if he hadn't made great contributions.

Later, he was transferred to the logistics department of the police academy to be in charge of procurement, and now he leads the instructor team to the stage. The situation is very bad!

"Magic Pomfret" is wearing a green military uniform, with a police whistle in his mouth, a rattan card, a wooden stick, and a weapon on his waist.

"Dididi!" Blowing the whistle continuously, leading fifty teaching staff, the armed forces rushed to the building, and the students of the Police Student Union were caught before they could pack up their documents.

Wearing glasses, Sheng Jiakang organized [-] students to block the entrance of the venue, and shouted with open arms: "The police academy student union is holding a press conference!"

"Please instructors, please don't violate the freedom of the press..." He was quite courageous, or in other words, there was no way out until now.

Must hold on.

The devil pomfret has an oval face, a pair of almond eyes, raised eyebrows very much like a fox, with scars and wrinkles on the face, and a body of strong muscles.

It looks cunning and cunning, with fierce eyes.

"Freedom of the press, fuck your mother is freedom!" The demon pomfret provoked a smirk, rushed to the forefront, raised the wooden stick and smashed it down.

"Ah!"

A stick hit Sheng Jiakang's head, and there was a crisp bone cracking sound, and the scalps of the students behind were numb, and they couldn't help but retreat quickly.

He raised the wooden stick again and shouted loudly: "Sweep the field, arrest people, and collect information!"

"Yes, sir!"

Fifty police academy instructors yelled in solemn voices, each of them was a long-term trained, muscular cadre, more psychologically dominant, and fully equipped with weapons.

"Boom."

Three times, five times and two times defeated the student camp, blocked the students in the reception area and beat them. Some fierce students resisted, and the response was more batons!
Several reporters downstairs found the sound of smashing, cursing, and screaming from the windows above, and there was a commotion.

Many journalists also took action, yelling for freedom of the press, and tried to rush into the building to take pictures, but they were firmly stopped by uniformed police, and all those who disobeyed were arrested.

Sheng Jiakang was hit by a stick, leaned against the wall with his head covered, his head was buzzing, he came back to his senses, covered his head and yelled: "Dead Pomfret, even if you stop the student union from publicizing the evil deeds of the police force, all students in Hong Kong, who are interested Young man, I won't let you succeed either!"

"You can stop me alone and stop the freedom of the press, but you can't stop the will of all students in Hong Kong."

Demon Pomfret flipped through the materials on the desk, picked up a plate of photos, and looked at him with a sinister smile: "Dead Pomfret?"

"It's a good name, I accept it, but you and I don't seem to be worthy of representing anything." He threw the photo into a cardboard box of his subordinates, clapped his palms with a wooden stick, walked towards Kang Jiasheng step by step, knelt down and asked, "What is the photo?" backup?"

"Have!"

Sheng Jiakang smiled proudly: "There are a lot of backups, a lot..."

Moren Pomfret nodded: "This era is really kind to you students, but unfortunately, you and I are just doing things for others, don't fool me with a high-sounding banner."

"I don't eat this set."

Sheng Jiakang stared at him fiercely.

The Devil Pomfret stood up and pointed with a wooden stick: "Throw him downstairs and make him a dead man!"

Kang Jiasheng's face changed suddenly, and he shouted loudly: "No, no, you are not policemen, you are criminals! You are criminals!"

"Even if you kill one of me, the witnesses at the scene will put you in jail, and all the student unions in Hong Kong will protest!"

The three instructors quickly rushed forward, supported his limbs, and threw the window down without hesitation.

"boom!"

A landing sound sounded.

The reporters stood downstairs, looking at the blood dripping in front of them. After a moment of sluggishness, they frantically raised their cameras to take pictures.

The students faced the wall, squatted down with their heads in their arms, and their legs began to tremble when they heard the movement behind them.

Moren Pomfret picked up a cigarette, took a puff, and said calmly, "What do you see?"

"No."

"Nothing..." the students said in a low voice.

"Will you go to court to sue me?" Moren Pomfret asked.

"No, no..."

The veteran instructors of the police academy all know the reason why Moren Pomfret can continue to serve in the police academy with his life in his hands.

Because, he is helping the police academy!

In the reform of police academy education, it is inevitable that some blood will be stained. Even the reform within the school will cause some backlash.

Just like today!
The reason why the devil pomfret is called the devil is not only because of his cruel personality and unscrupulous methods, but also because he is obedient and immoral!
He is asshole!
But to be a righteous person, to do righteous things, and to do despicable things, there are despicable people to do them.

The devil has the meaning of his existence.

Half an hour later, at the entrance of the building, the instructor team of the police academy pulled out a large group of offending students. Each student was wearing a hood and a student union vest.

More than a dozen police officers came out with cardboard boxes, which contained some materials, posters, and photos.

The reporters took pictures of the instructors and chased the police to ask: "Sir, there is a student who fell down the stairs in front of me. It is understood that he is the president of the police academy student union..."

"Why are you arresting police cadets?"

"Did you kill the person?"

The Devil Pomfret covered the camera of a female reporter with his hands, staring at him: "This matter involves the internal affairs of the police force. For relevant information, it is recommended to go to the Public Relations Section for interviews."

"You seem to be very interested in me, do you want to go back together?"

Sendi's face showed fear, and he took a step back fearfully. Moren Pomfret looked him up and down, with greed in his eyes: "The note is not bad."

"Bitch!"

"Shh!"

The police car closes.

The convoy left the scene.

In the evening, a photo of young people dressed as a bunch of grasshoppers queuing up to get on the bus hit the headlines of the newspapers, among which the uniform student union T-shirts were the most eye-catching.

Police force.

Director-level meeting.

Twenty-four high-level directors sat on both sides of a conference table.

Cai Jinping was wearing a white uniform, leaning against a chair and sitting in the middle, holding a newspaper in his hand, handing it to an assistant director on the right and saying, "Guo sir."

"Please solve it."

"Understood." Back then, Guo Weiming, the head of the public relations section, relied on his qualifications and favors to get the rank of assistant director and was in charge of the entire personnel department.

hat, silver.

Cai sir has already caught it with one hand!

It was because of this that he had the courage to carry out the marching ceremony. The head of the police training school, Senior Assistant Director Xue Jialehui reported: "Sir, I will take care of the affairs of the police school."

"Ah."

"Remove all the students involved, and at the same time sue for confidentiality, and hand it over to the court." Although the court will most likely not convict, it can at least get the students into trouble.

With the ability of a student to deal with affairs, a lawsuit can scare him to death.

"Yes, sir." Xue Jiale nodded in agreement.

"In addition, please appease the police cadets who committed suicide, and at the same time announce that the police cadet union will be disbanded. Within the police force, independent associations are not allowed."

Cai Jinping's decision was decisive.

The deputy directors, senior assistant directors, and assistant directors have no qualifications to make decisions at all.

The marching training of the police academy cadets is just a school activity, and there is no need to put it on stage for discussion. The senior ghost officers of the police force don't even know about it.

After the meeting.

Cai Jinping called the West Kowloon General Administration, the New Territories South General Administration, the Central Central General Administration, and the Minister of Security to the office, and the four police officers reported aloud.

Cai Jinping held his coffee and said softly, "Tomorrow there will be police academy activities in Mongkok, the seaside, and Kwun Tong. All district administrations must do a good job of security."

"The security department arranged plainclothes at the Central Convention and Exhibition Center to ensure the orderly conduct of the event, and all rioters were arrested."

"Yes, sir!"

The four Chinese police officers stood at attention and saluted. They never asked what the event was, but they all cheered up.

Cai Jinping handed out a document: "The streets with the red line are the activity areas."

Security Minister Wen Qiren took over the document.

10 month 1 day.

Seven thirty in the morning.

Central.

Haibin Road.

The first batch of Hong Kong Island residents in the morning rush hour have already left the streets, and the number of vehicles on the roads is gradually increasing. Citizens in a hurry will even take out a pineapple bun, pair it with coffee, and gobble it up at the traffic lights.

Hong Tianyi was wearing the uniform of a police academy cadet, holding a ceremonial gun, standing in front of the two columns, wearing a police cap, and staring straight ahead.

A solemn student holding a flag stood side by side with him, behind him were [-] students in each column, a total of [-] people in a marching phalanx.

The fifteen-member police band stood on one side, with trumpets, tubas, and snare drums in order.

Cameras were set up on the side of the road, several satellite vehicles were still parked in the square, and reporters from ATV had already gathered.

On both sides of the [-]-meter-long walkway, there are five steps and one post, and a cordon has been pulled up.

In front of the convention and exhibition center, more than [-] Chinese chamber of commerce bosses of different ages in suits gathered together, as if walking in the morning, chatting happily, but their eyes looked into the distance from time to time, eagerly waiting, looking forward to something.

There are also more than a dozen bodyguards in suits on the periphery, with bulging waists, invisible to block a security wall, isolating the guests from the outside world.

The drivers felt strange when they saw military uniforms standing guard on the road, and when they saw reporters and "police honor guards" participating, their eyes became a little strange.

"What holiday is today?"

"The queen's birthday, no, it's not the queen's death!" The driver took a sip of milk tea with a gloating expression on his face.

It's exactly eight o'clock.

The morning sun is in the sky, and there is a lot of traffic.

Huo Guantai was wearing a neat suit, leaning on a cane, glanced at his watch, and said aloud: "Zhang Sheng, the time is up, let's unveil it!"

Zhang Guobin stepped forward step by step, stepped onto a small stage, facing the Victoria Harbour, and under the gaze of members of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce, lifted the red curtain against the sun, revealing a golden stone sculpture.

The stone plaque of this sculpture is named: Forever Golden Bauhinia!
Pearl of the Orient.

Zhang Guobin took a few steps back, returned to the team of the Central Chamber of Commerce, bowed deeply to the sculpture and the sun, and everyone bowed down to salute.

"The celebration begins!"

In front of the marching formation, the commander of the police band shouted and waved his baton, and the resounding "March of Formation" echoed on the seashore of Victoria Harbour.

Zhang Guobin straightened up again, looked forward, and thought to himself: "Let me tell you what holiday is October [-]st!"

He heard the music and turned his head.

Hong Tianyi snapped up his ceremonial gun, raised his arms, and took a goose step. In the third district of Hong Kong Island, the three honor guards moved at the sound and marched forward with resounding steps.

go ahead!

Go ahead!
(End of this chapter)