After all, there are only a few steps left.

Zhang Pin didn't know how Fatty Huang operated. He first arranged for all the injured workers to get into the ambulance.

Then he called Zhao Guomin.

"That's it. Don't forget your promise."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

To deal with such a big matter as Zhuo Jingquan, he naturally used all the connections at his disposal.

Fatty Huang took the route within the police force, but what he got here was the protection of the rules.

Chen Tianqiao and Li Chaoren helped him speak, and what they got was their reputation. With the support of these big guys, they ensured that he would not be backlashed by the incident.

As for Zhao Guomin, as the chairman of a listed company, he has helped him so much, so naturally he is talking about interests.

The casualties among those participating in the operation tonight were quite heavy, and many of them may not be able to be saved.

How the police can determine the nature of such a large number of casualties is still open to question.

Besides, even if the police force is determined, how much subsidies and pensions it will receive is unclear.

Before the plan started, Zhang Pin and Zhao Guomin had negotiated that as long as Zhuo Jingquan died and Zhao Guomin cut off the drug line, the police officers participating in the operation tonight would be sponsored by Yihui Group.

Especially for disabled and deceased police officers, their families will receive a large amount of pensions funded by Yihui Group, and their families' jobs will also be properly arranged.

This is something Yihui Group has been doing in previous years, but this time it chose Wan Chai Police Station.

The reason for this is of course inseparable from Zhuo Jingquan.

Now that Zhuo Jing is all ready to kill Zhao Guomin, it is certainly impossible for him to let the other party's cronies get this sponsorship again.

As a listed company, Yihui Group has already planned its financial expenditures as early as the beginning of the year.

As Chairman, although Zhao Guomin cannot directly control the expenditure of this money, he still has the right to arrange the sponsored list of the Hong Kong Island Police Force.

Zhang Pin happened to save the other party, so he reciprocated and took the initiative to bring up the matter.

If his subordinates have money to take, it is legitimate income, so Zhang Pin will certainly not refuse.

As for the murder of the other party, it is naturally up to Zhao Guomin to find a solution on his own.

If it were Zhang Pin who was questioned by the Political Department, he would definitely not be involved in this matter.

But once he has reached this point, if he wants to move up, just relying on merit is not enough.

Especially what happened with Zhuo Jingquan gave him a huge warning.

Maybe when you are on the front line, many things are black and white.

As Ma Jun said, in his opinion, it is natural for the police to catch thieves.

But now that he has reached this point, if he wants to move up, his career can no longer just be about fighting and killing, but he must pay more attention to human relations and sophistication.

...

At noon, the sun shines.

Tsim Sha Tsui, Ni Family Villa.

A banquet was being held, starting with Ni Yongxiao's daughter's full moon drink.

In his free time, Ni Yongxiao and the five leaders of the Ni family sat on the balcony and chatted.

"Two days ago, a real estate agent came to see the house. How much do you think he would charge?"

Ni Yongxiao cut his cigar and joked with everyone. Before anyone could answer, he answered the question himself.

"One hundred and twenty million, one hundred and twenty million!"

"What are you talking about in Hong Kong? Houses are so valuable!"

"I remember when my father bought this place, the price was... Tsk, 9.28 million, how long has it been?"

Speaking of housing prices, Ni Yongxiao was filled with emotions for a while.

More than a year has passed since Ni Kun was assassinated.

"Mr. Ni, do you want to change your house?"

The big bosses looked at each other, and for a while they didn't understand what each other meant by these words.

So one of the leaders smiled and asked.

"It's nothing. As you all know, Hong Kong Island is about to be handed over, and Sir Zhuo is dead. Our family is planning to immigrate."

Ni Yongxiao spoke in an indifferent tone and lit a cigar.

"What's the big deal? Everything is very convenient now. Just call me if you need anything."

When the nigger heard that Ni Yongxiao said he wanted to immigrate, he couldn't hide the joy on his face, so he waved twice randomly and spoke in a pretentious manner.

"I think so too...but I'm afraid I won't be able to pay the phone bill. International long distance calls are very expensive. As you know, phone companies are robbing money to collect phone bills, which is like robbing money."

Ni Yongxiao had no expression on his face, but there was a little joke in his words.

"Actually, my mother and I have discussed it. Now our Ni family's business is on track, and you have been helping my family take care of the business for many days."

In the middle of speaking, he handed out the lit cigars one by one.

"We don't want others to think that we don't need a doctor after we get the injection, so we plan to leave these businesses to you after we leave, as a thank you or provident fund, right...poof!"

All the cigars were handed out, and Ni Yongxiao told another joke.

The provident fund is a project led by the government after the recent fire in the property market. Its full name is the housing provident fund center. From the looks of it, Ni Yongxiao has really learned about real estate carefully recently.

After saying that, he stood up, handed over the scissors for cutting cigars, and then stood up himself.

"Eat, everyone eats and drinks well. We will get together more often when we have time in the future, like today, how nice it is."

After saying that, he turned and left the balcony.
Chapter completed!