Hong Kong Comprehensive: My cos girl group is very strong

Chapter 65

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Pan Jie said goodbye to the increasingly mature Amei and rushed to the Western District Police Station. From afar, he saw Chen Guozhong and his team driving away in a hurry.

It seems that he is busy with a case. Compared with Chen Guozhong and others, Pan Jie feels like a salted fish. He used to be a pretty good patrolman and had to be on duty every day.

Now that he has been transferred to the major crime team, he has not spent much time in the police station. He either goes out on an excuse or takes time off to do other things.

Even if I come back temporarily now, I am not busy with work, but planning things other than work.

If he hadn't stayed in the police force, where he could have interacted with many righteous characters, he would probably have wanted to resign and become a salty fish.

Because he was worried about Guanchaiba's [-] million US dollars, Pan Jie did not go to the crime team to see Senior Sister Baowen, but went straight to the director's office on the top floor.

"dong dong~~"

"Come in."

Pan Jie opened the door and walked in. He looked at his uncle who was busy with his head down and said with a smile: "Uncle, are you busy?"

"It's you, Ajie."

Sir Huang, who had been worried for many days, was visibly relieved when he heard his nephew's voice.

In the past few days, news about Myanmar has been leaking out. Especially when he saw the international news about Lao Myanmar two days ago [a company was wiped out in the jungle], his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

At that time, Sir Huang was thinking, if this company was destroyed by his nephew, would Ajie be able to withstand the anger of the military government?Is there any chance of flying back?
Fortunately, all of this disappeared with Ajie's uncle.

People are back, and the people in Lao Myanmar are angry. They can't send a large number of armed forces to Hong Kong to carry out revenge. At most, they can send some experts to do things secretly.

These yellow sirs are not worried.

After all, his nephew is not a fool, any cat or dog can be a threat.

"Come here, turn around and show me." Huang Sir waved to Pan Jie.

Pan Jie's face was full of black lines, and he said speechlessly: "Uncle, my limbs are sound, the front is not injured, and the back is useless, don't worry."

"It's good to be healthy, it's good to be healthy..." Huang Sir said with a scared look on his face: "You made such a big fuss when you went to Lao Myanmar, I thought you were going to die there!"

"Is there a lot of movement?" Pan Jie frowned.

"A company of hundreds of people died in the jungle, and the news has spread all over the world. Do you think the movement is big?"

Huang Sir glared at Pan Jie angrily. This kid went there without restraint and did things without thinking about the consequences.

I'm not afraid to offend the people in power in Lao Myanmar and be surrounded by hundreds of thousands of troops...

"Uncle, don't mention the past. Let's talk about something else."

Pan Jie also knew that the news of this incident would have a bad impact, but everyone who saw him take action, except Du Ling and A Mei, died.

No matter how great the influence is, what does it have to do with him!
"Speak quickly if you have something to say, and fart if you have any." Sir Huang sat back down. He still had some unfinished business and had to finish it quickly. He had to get off work in time to buy groceries and go back to cook.

"Uncle, I got some foreign exchange and want to donate it to the mainland. Is there anyone you know?"

"Forex?"

Huang Sir asked doubtfully: "Is the origin correct?"

Pan Jie spread his hands: "If it's true, I won't donate."

"Also ha!"

Huang Sir thought for a while and felt that this was the reason. No one could refuse a beautiful sword that came from the right place. If it were him, he probably wouldn't think of donating it.

After a short silence.

Sir Huang said: "Ajie, where did this money come from?"

Pan Jie said bluntly: "Does Guan Chai Ba know?"

"Uncle, as a senior police officer of the Hong Kong City Police Department, how could I not have heard of the big drug lord running rampant in Southeast Asia?" Sir Huang is right. Guan Chai Ba's reputation is very resounding in Southeast Asia. , almost everyone with some influence has heard of this name.

"Guan Chaiba's Swiss bank account has always been in the hands of his wife, and there are [-] million US dollars in it..."

thump!
Huang Sir sat down on the ground in shock.

Then, he stood up as if nothing had happened and patted his butt: "Ajie, are you sure there are [-] million US dollars in it?"

"Not bad."

Because it was too early, Pan Jie was not sure whether Guan Cai Ba had made [-] million US dollars.However, it will not be less than [-] million.

"The account password...?"

"This!"

Pan Jie pointed to his head.

"Since you already know the account password, you can go to the bank to check first to see if there is any money in it. My relationship is quite special. If you are unsure about it, it is best not to disturb them."

Huang Sir said with a solemn expression.

Those who were able to become chief superintendent before the handover all had backers behind them, either to the ghosts or to the mainland. The rest were centrists supported by the local chamber of commerce in Hong Kong City.

"Okay, let's check first."

Before Pan Jie came, he only thought that the account password was what Guanchaiba's wife said, and there was a high probability that it would not be wrong. But the movie is a movie, and reality is reality. The timeline is early, and anything can happen.

Maybe Guanchaiba’s wife has not opened this bearer account now.

It's time to find out, otherwise it will be a joke.

Due to time constraints, in order to verify the authenticity of the account and whether there were [-] million U.S. dollars in it, Pan Jie did not stop for a moment when he passed by the crime team. He walked past the house without entering.

……

after an hour.

Central District.

In a private restaurant called Yangcheng Private Kitchen, a dashing woman in a white chef uniform brought a pot of cooked turtle into the private room.

"Sir Huang, try the stewed turtle I made."

"Chief Yang is interested."

Huang Sir picked up a piece of turtle meat with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth and started to praise it before chewing it: "It tastes very good, the soup is fragrant, very good, delicious."

"Salty!"

Pan Jie interrupted abruptly.

"..."

Sir Huang twitched the corners of his mouth.

You bastard, are you deliberately trying to tear me down?

Although this turtle is indeed a little salty, fish must be eaten salty. Salted fish has light meat. Haven't you heard of it?

"It's a bit salty."

Ms. Yang, who was called section chief by Sir Huang, tasted the chopsticks and found that the turtle was indeed a bit salty. She said awkwardly: "The chef usually cooks it. Today, the private restaurant is closed. I am the only one here. The cooking is not good enough. Can you please Please forgive me."

"Chief Yang, this stewed turtle is actually very good. I think it is quite good for the upper-class home cooking."

"Sir Huang is so complimentary."

After the two acquaintances talked to each other.

Miss Yang took off her apron, stepped in front of Pan Jie, smiled and extended a hand.

"Yang Jianhua."

"Panjie."

Pan Jie stretched out his hand to shake Yang Jianhua's hand and said proactively: "Chief Yang, my uncle must have told you that I have a sum of US$[-] million in foreign exchange to donate to the mainland, and I hope you can help me connect."

Yang Jianhua is just a section chief and his level is not high enough. He really can’t make the final decision on a major event like donating [-] million US dollars.

She couldn't give Pan Jie any promises.

"I have helped you contact the highest person in charge here, and I will be here in a while..."

Yang Jianhua is the section chief of the Yangcheng International Criminal Police Section, but she spends most of her time in Hong Kong City because it is in line with international standards and is more convenient.

(End of this chapter)