Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings.

Chapter 22 0022 [Pretty Xiaoxiao, You Yin Me]

"Bodhisattva Quan", whose real name is Guo Weiquan, is 45 years old this year. He is in charge of the patrol mission in Yau Tsim Mong District.

At the age of 25, he abandoned his wife and son, and came to Hong Kong for swimming in pig urine. He started from patrolling the streets and worked hard to become a police chief for 20 years. His life is very inspirational.The three major hobbies in daily life are drinking tea, reading newspapers, and buying betting tickets. The mantra that people often talk about is: "Go to work safely, and get home safely." There is the nickname "Bodhisattva".

Today, Bodhisattva Quan continues his rotten life in the office, putting his feet on the table, shaking his legs, biting his pen, and continuing to study the "Horse Classic" published by "Happy Forest"--45 years old, and it will take a few years to do it Retired, he didn't need to work so hard, but he didn't expect a call to his office, saying that there was a shootout at the Golden Hook Casino on Saigon Street.

What the heck!
Do you want someone to leave work early?
Bodhisattva was very angry, thinking that someone deliberately reported false alarms.The other party said that if he did not report to the police, he would complain to the major newspapers, and then he would neglect his duties and walk around endlessly.

Hit your lungs again!
Dare to threaten the police officer?
The bodhisattva's lungs were about to explode, wishing he could pull this thing off the phone line.

In the end, the Bodhisattva held back, no matter what the other party said was true or false, he still had to take a trip just to be on the safe side.

So, Bodhisattva Quan personally led the team and came roaring in a police car. Unexpectedly, something really happened and someone died.

Although this era is very chaotic, human life is at stake, especially those who are policemen, who are most afraid of writing reports. His bald forehead is the result of writing reports in the past.

……

Compared with Bodhisattva, he is forced to act.

As a fire police officer, Dakoujiu received a tip and took the initiative to attack.

After Hong Kong was invaded by the British, there was no fire fighting equipment for a long time.It was not until 1904 that there was a professional firefighting organization called "Huozhuguan".There are no more than five curators in the museum, and they are all foreigners. They are called "candle ghosts".

Every time there is fire and candles and you need to rush to rescue them, you need to rely on volunteers from the neighborhood as the main force. to push.Because there are more and more buildings, when pushing the water truck to fight the fire, it is necessary to carry a heavy and long ladder with it.

Volunteer firefighters at that time wore tight-fitting black cloth shorts, bamboo hats, and a number belt indicating the business they belonged to when they were dispatched. lantern.Soon after, there were steam pumps, and other fire fighting equipment was gradually mechanized.

In 1911, the first motorcycle fire truck arrived, followed by motorized water pumps, motorized fire escapes, etc., and the professional firefighting team gradually grew. Most of the firefighters were Chinese, but they were still called "candle ghosts". .

Dakoujiu, who is a contemporary "candle ghost", is well-known as a "money greedy guy". His "Dakou" not only talks about the large spout of the faucet when fighting fires, but also says that his appetite for money is big enough.

Every time he encounters a fire, the first thing he does is not to arrange for someone to rescue him, but to talk to the boss or the owner about the price, and then open the valve to fight the fire. It only takes a few shots at the fire, which is not even as good as urinating.

Fires don’t happen every day in Hong Kong, and Dakoujiu’s team has not made any income for several days.

Unexpectedly, God opened his eyes and someone called the police, saying that there was a fire at the Golden Hook Casino on Saigon Street.

God helps me too!

Casino!

That's a fat place, so it's not going to make a lot of money this time?

Immediately, Dakoujiu led the large troops to rush there.

Firefighting secondly,

Make money first.

I never expected——
no fire,

The murder case happened to him.

……

Both Bodhisattva Quan and Dakoujiu are old fritters among old fritters, and they will never do anything that is a disadvantage.

After finding out the situation and knowing that it was Yan Xiong's subordinates who killed people in order to collect fees, the two immediately planned to throw away this hot potato.

To whom?
Of course it was Yan Xiong.

Rivers and lakes rules,

Injustice has its head, and debt has its owner.

Since it was done by Yan Xiong's subordinates, of course he, the boss, should carry it.

……

West Kowloon Mission.

"Do you think Xiao Xiao and Datouwen can get back the fee?"

"Take it! You can't even get Doujiqiang. If they can take it back, I, Lai Pihua, will write my name backwards!"

Five detectives including Lai Pihua and Huo Qilin discussed.

"Then why did Lord Yan let them pass?"

"Obviously, he's messing with people!" Lai Pihua rolled his eyes, "The pretty boy made Yen Yen's godson, thinking that this matter is over, and he doesn't even think about who Yen Ye is? He must be punished!"

"That's right, if you offend Lord Yan, you will die!"

"If you don't die, you have to peel off your skin!"

In addition to sarcasm, everyone's tone also had a hint of pity.

"Hey, Master Yan's heart is really—"

"Shut up, don't let Lord Yan hear you!"

Everyone hurriedly lowered their voices and looked at the inspector's office together.

In the office—
Yan Xiong sat on the chair, and Dou Jiqiang stood behind to help him massage his shoulders.

"That's right, that's right there! I'm going to die, it hurts a lot these days! And my old waist, it hurts a lot these days too!" Yan Xiong squinted his eyes and grinned, his expression was both painful and comfortable.

Dou Jiqiang's wrists felt a little sore, but he didn't dare to stop, and said: "Mr. Yan, you must pay attention to your health, especially since you recently adopted a concubine, you must pay more attention to maintenance."

"I don't need you to tell me!" Yan Xiong narrowed his eyes, "Women, I never care, men still have to focus on their careers! Let's talk about you, A Qiang, the one in the Lichi Ballroom named Mie Lifen, from now on you Do not contact again..."

"Why?" Dou Jiqiang was taken aback.

"I'm also doing it for your own good! Lifenbo is so big and her buttocks are so raised, you can't get enough to eat at first glance! Even if you follow me, it will only affect your future! I'm different, I'm old, it doesn't matter!"

The strong hand of the fighting cock stopped.

Yan Xiong opened his eyes, his tone was low: "Why, you are not happy?"

"Uh, no! I didn't expect you, Lord Yan, to love me so much."

"That's right! I'm your boss, if I'm not nice to you, which one is nice to you?"

"It's true, it's true!" Dou Jiqiang continued to massage Yan Xiong, but with much stronger force.

"Jingle Bell!"

The phone on the desk rang.

Yan Xiong frowned.

What annoys him the most is that someone interrupts him during the massage.

Dou Jiqiang hurriedly stepped forward to take off the phone, and handed it to Yan Xiong respectfully.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Yan Xiong asked impatiently.

"Ah, what?" Yan Xiong jumped up violently, almost turning the table over.

"Can you tell me more?" Yan Xiong's wrists trembled, his face was livid, and Dou Jiqiang was dumbfounded.

"Fuck you!" Yan Xiong slammed the phone on the ground, his eyes spewing fire: "Little boy Xiao, are you cheating on me?!"

(End of this chapter)