Reborn in Hong Kong, my cousin is Crippled Ho

Chapter 27 Smiling Tiger, Policeman Tong

Fifty heads means fifty scapegoats.

Moreover, Yan Tong's idea was to temporarily purchase 50 more people on top of the fixed monthly purchase base to cover up long-standing cases and increase the case-solving rate in the jurisdiction.

Upon hearing Yan Tong announce the number, Wu Cheng smiled but did not respond.

He turned around and looked at the other four elders of the stronghold: "Brothers and sisters, you have all heard what Detective Yan said."

What do you all think?

He wants to temporarily add 50 more people. Do you have any left on hand?

If so, each person should report the number of people.

Let's all try to help Mr. Yan.

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man sitting on the far right, wearing a brown short-sleeved shirt and black silk trousers, raised his right hand and spread out five fingers: "I can send a maximum of five people from my side."

"Huh? Uncle Fu! No way, only 5 people?"

"Hey, we're all family." Yan Tong's expression changed drastically. He stood up and shouted at Lin Afu, "You're not going to abandon me like this, are you?"

Lin Afu, a native of Jieyang, Chaozhou, is a director of the Chaozhou Overseas Chinese Association.

Although he is not yet 60 years old, he is already one of the most senior elders of the Teochew community in Kowloon Walled City.

He also served as the vice president of the Walled City Welfare Association, and controlled five tenement buildings in the northwest area of ​​the Walled City, as well as many old-style brothels, teahouses and restaurants.

If Jin Ya Lei, who took office as the head of the academy, were still alive, he would be a generation below him right now!

During this period, many Chinese police officers within the Hong Kong Police Force had triad backgrounds.

Yan Tong was no exception; he worked as a Red Pole in Fuk Yee Hing and was nicknamed "Chai Lao Tong" (meaning "Courtman Tong").

To clarify, this does not refer to Yan Tong's personal combat strength reaching the level of a Red Stick.

Fuk Yee Hing simply needed someone within the police force to represent their interests, so they made an exception and granted Yan Tong this status in the underworld. It was an honorary title without any real power within the gang.

Now, Yan Tong calls Lin Afu "Uncle Fu," but doesn't mention the official robes he's wearing, instead using his江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world) identity to build rapport and engage in conversation.

Lin Afu twirled the ring on his finger, tilted his head and looked at Yan Tong: "A Tong, don't shout!"

I only gave up 5 kills because I'm a fellow countryman.

Hey, you're just adding people temporarily, and the Mid-Autumn Festival has just passed.

Those poor souls willing to sell themselves to take the blame and raise some holiday money for their wives, children, and parents have already done so last month.

This month, all the police stations that regularly needed supplies have just bought them, including those in your respective jurisdictions.

You and Detective Lei showed up suddenly today, and before he could even say a word, you, all alone, asked for 50 more? He must have at least 20-30 on his end. He can't possibly sell them all to you and let Detective Lei leave empty-handed, can he?

Also, we're only selling heads, not people.

Suddenly, where are we supposed to find so many scapegoats?

After Lin Afu finished speaking, the other three also complained one after another that Yan Tong wanted too many heads, and they really didn't have that many people to sell.

Yan Tong was so anxious that beads of sweat rolled down his smooth forehead, but no matter how much he pleaded, the village elders just wouldn't budge.

Wu Cheng lowered his head and drank his tea, adopting an attitude of indifference and detachment.

Hmph! This cop has become increasingly despicable ever since he climbed the social ladder by getting in touch with the president of the Chao Fung Chamber of Commerce and bought a position as a detective in Yau Ma Tei!

They're not offering a single penny, yet they want the city to hand over 50 heads.

Saying they'll pay next month is like showing off your skills in front of Guan Yu (a legendary swordsman).

After much pleading, Yan Tong finally had no choice but to take off the gold Rolex from his wrist: "Uncles, please help me out. I'll leave this gold Rolex here as collateral."

"Three days, at the latest three days, I will definitely bring enough money to redeem it..."

A gold Rolex?

Wu Cheng glanced at Yan Tong's classic gold diary on the side table next to him and curled his lips: "Detective Yan, this Rolex of yours can be bet around 3000 Hong Kong dollars."

You want to buy 50 heads? That's not enough.

During this period, the market price for an entry-level gold Rolex was approximately HK$5000.

At Hui Kee Food Stall, Lin Yuanshan first took advantage of Wu Shih-hao's influence, then publicly humiliated Shih-li-cheng twice, promising to invest if the deal went well and to accept any losses as profits. He finally received HK$3000.

Compared to the gold Rolex that Yan Tong displayed, it's clear that 3000 Hong Kong dollars is no small sum.

As for why Yan Tong, a detective in a lucrative area, would be so stingy and plead poverty when buying heads.

That's because this time, the foreigners above suddenly put pressure on the entire Yau Ma Tei Police Station.

If it were public money, Inspector Yan would be very happy. But now that he's being asked to personally subsidize the police station, he's naturally unwilling.

After being repeatedly fobbed off by these old foxes from the stronghold, Yan Tong finally lost his temper. With a snap, he pulled out his sidearm and placed it next to the gold-plated Rolex: "Old Wu, do I have to add this shotgun to the count?"

The moment the sidearm was drawn, the atmosphere immediately became tense.

Without Wu Cheng and his men giving any orders, several gunmen from the fortified village appeared one after another in the room, on the stairs, and at the entrance to the reception room.

Lei Luo, who had been silent all along, finally put down his teacup, exchanged a glance with Wu Cheng, and then looked at the angry Yan Tong: "Haha, Yan Sir."

How did you manage to reveal your genitals while we were talking?

"Put away that cannon! In terms of seniority in the martial arts world, who here isn't our uncle?"

……

Lin Yuanshan, returning from the South Gate Bathhouse, didn't forget to buy a lollipop for Xiaotu.

Since it wasn't too late, Lin Yuanshan decided to teach the little rabbit to recognize characters.

Tie Tou could only write his own name, but Lin Yuanshan dragged him along to learn it too.

However, Tie Tou wasn't as patient as Xiao Tu. He couldn't study for more than half an hour before he made an excuse to go to the toilet and slipped downstairs to chat with Old Liu from the grocery store.

"Hey, did anything big happen in the walled city today?" Tie Tou asked Lao Liu after buying a pack of Lucky Strike cigarettes.

Old Liu waved the fly swatter in his hand and slapped Tie Tou's right hand, which was secretly reaching for Matchstick: "There are two pieces of news. First, Cha Lao Tong and Smiling Tiger came into the city walled city one after the other in the evening. I don't know what they want to talk about with some of the elders."

Secondly, Ah-hao, the water boy who used to live in your room, seems to have gotten into some trouble.

"Huh? And then?" Upon hearing that it was related to Wu Shih-hao's gang, Tie Tou pressed for an answer.

Old Liu lazily waved his fly swatter: "What, and then?"

I'm just a small shopkeeper, not one of those professional informants. Knowing this much is already quite an achievement, and you're asking me "what next?"

"Damn it! You only covered the beginning and not the end. No wonder you'll only ever be able to run a small shop." Tie Tou grabbed a box of Botou matches and, taking advantage of Lao Liu's inattention, turned and rushed up the stairs.

Old Liu cursed repeatedly, but Tie Tou had already rushed back to the fourth floor, taking three steps at a time.

Without even knocking, Tie Tou pushed the door open and rushed in: "Young Master Yuan, something terrible has happened! I've heard that someone's planning to harm Brother Hao!"