The Infernal Affairs of Hong Kong

Chapter 116 Container (for Subscription)
"Gong sir, I really need your help with something when I come here this time."

Gong Jiapei nodded and motioned for him to continue with a smile.

Zhou Yu's expression turned serious, and he started talking about business.

"Well, I need some information on Gandhi and niggers, the more detailed the better."

Gong Jiapei nodded, instead of opening his mouth immediately, he stood up and smiled faintly: "What do you want to drink? I have coffee, tea, and water here."

Let’s talk about coffee first, Zhou Yu casually said, “The coffee is ready, thank you.”

"Do you want milk?"

"Then add some."

Gong Jiapei walked towards the coffee machine and began to fiddle with it. He turned his back and asked, "You used to be in O's, and Sir Huang had a lot of information about Gandhi niggers in his hands. You have been in O's for so long, haven't you come into contact with it?"

Zhou Yu was not in a hurry, and watched him play with the coffee machine contentedly: "Oji has it in his hand, isn't it because I have been out for a while, and the information will be updated."

"Why do you think of looking for me? Isn't it more convenient to find your yellow sir?"

"Gong sir, there is information in O Ji's hands, but most of it is about the guild, and there are not many records of details other than the guild. Besides, who can have all the information in your hand, Sir Gong."

Gong Jiapei came back and leaned on the sofa, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, the cup was very small, it looked like a cup of black coffee.

He took a sip before looking at Zhou Yu: "CIB's information is confidential. Generally speaking, except for the handed-out information, the rest of the information must be kept confidential."

Zhou Yu's heart sank, and he tried to find a way to open a way, so he smiled and sold the card of beating favors: "Wow, Gong sir, I have just started working, you won't die without saving me, right?"

Gong Jiapei smiled: "It's your first time here, how could I not help you? NB has to keep everything secret, and our CIB is the same. I don't ask what your case is. I can give you the information. But according to the rules, you You can only read it, you can’t copy it and take it out.”

"That's enough, thank you Gong sir."

Zhou Yu breathed out and went out. It doesn't matter if you can take it out or not, you can see it, remember it in your mind, and take it out again.

In other words, look at people's sense of secrecy. He is an inspector and an old acquaintance, and he doesn't say anything about it. Then look at the litter in his home, which is placed on the table with such big thorns, for fear that others will not see it. People really can't compare.

"Okay, when do you want to see it, I will arrange someone to take you there."

"The sooner the better, it's best now." Zhou Yu said bluntly, what if he regrets it, let's talk about it after reading it.

Gong Jiapei nodded with a smile, picked up the phone on the desk and called out: "Judy, come here."

Soon a girl with short hair came in: "Master."

Gong Jiapei smiled and introduced: "My apprentice, Zhou Wangqing, is now a trainee inspector of the CIB intelligence team. Speaking of which, you should be in the same class, and she has just graduated."

Zhou Yu raised his eyebrows. He really didn't pay attention to any female students in school, and he had no impression at all.

Now, I took a closer look at the woman in front of me. She looked pretty good, but that wasn't the point. Being able to join the CIB intelligence team right after graduation as an inspector should have pretty good analytical skills.

As for whether it might be a relationship between the apprentice and the master, Zhou Yu directly ignored it. Based on his understanding of Gong Jiapei, Gong Jiapei didn't look like this kind of person.

"Hello, Zhou Yu." Zhou Yu stretched out his hand.

"Hello, Zhou Wangqing." Zhou Wangqing's expression was a little cold, with a businesslike sociable look.

Zhou Yu nodded, smiled softly, and let go of his hand.

Gong Jiapei said with a smile, "Judy, Sir Zhou needs some information about Gandhi and the niggers. Take him to have a look."

Zhou Wangqing nodded without asking further questions: "Okay, master."

CIB case analysis room.

Zhou Wangqing brought him here, logged into the computer for him, found the information of niggers and Gandhi, ignored him, and went out directly. Anyway, it is an intranet computer. If you rummage around, there will be browsing records.

Zhou Yu also knew that he didn't mean to pry into the CIB's secrets, and he only came here for the information about niggas and Gandhi.

The CIB information is indeed much more detailed than what Zhou Yu saw in O Ji in the past. Just the photos taken are classified into several folders, and their movements are always recorded.

There are also analysis reports on the behavior of the bosses and so on. Everyone likes to refer to the person in the eye as the boss, which is common to the entire police force.

Looking through the records, his target is the properties of niggas and Gandhi, and the properties of their relatives and friends. CIB has these materials, but O's does not. Otherwise, he really looked for Huang Zhicheng.

He doesn't pay attention to the real estate in the industry. These are meaningless. The possibility of storing a large amount of drugs in his own home is too low, and he can't tell if it is found out. It is better to rent it directly.

What he is looking for is a transportation company or any industry related to containers.

The nigger Gandhi keeps buying goods from South America, and there will be regular containers. If there are containers, they have to pick them up, and after they are picked up, they have to be sent away, and then they are sent to their own warehouses. This is the completion of the transportation process.

Here, the most difficult level is to lift the cabinet.

In theory, these things can be faked by others, but the nature of drugs determines that they will not believe it if they are not important relatives.

The following procedures are fine, but the key people who can help them enter the port smoothly and pass the customs will not let their subordinates know.

The boss will firmly hold the drug line in his hands. If his subordinates grasp it, he will report you if he fails to keep it, and then he will do it himself. Whoever will bet on this probability will die if he loses the bet.
Yes, Zhou Yu swiped a message.

Gandhi has more than a dozen hot pot restaurants. According to CIB records, the beef and mutton of these hot pot restaurants come from the frozen meat company of the nigger. Of course the name is not from the nigger, but the boss behind the scenes is the nigger.

The black ghost's frozen meat company imports a large amount of meat from South America, and then supplies it to hot pot restaurants and barbecue restaurants in Tsim Sha Tsui.

This is interesting.

Both Gandhi and the niggas have quite a few industries involved in import and export, but only this message involves South America.

South America is the export base of meat. CIB agents obviously didn't pay much attention to this record. Isn't it normal for the black boss to have a legitimate industry to deceive people.

And it would be more normal for the niggers to supply the whole Tsim Sha Tsui through the frozen meat company. Who would dare not want the nigger's goods in Tsim Sha Tsui?

He thought it was a superficial case of underworld bullying and collecting protection fees, so he didn't dig deeper.

Therefore, the comment left by the CIB agent on the record is: there is a suspicion of forced buying and selling, and no one has reported it for the time being, so it is shelved.

Ps: On-site investigation, Gandhi's hot pot restaurant tastes good, the ingredients have been inspected, and they meet the standards of the Food and Environmental Hygiene Administration, and there is nothing suspicious.

Zhou Yu couldn't help shaking his head, their focus was wrong, it was wrong from the very beginning.

Make a note of this message and continue browsing.

Zhou Yu went out and knocked on the door of Gong Jiapei's office.

"Gong sir, I've read it almost, so I'll go back first, thank you."

Gong Jiapei looked up at him and asked, "How is it? Have you found any clues?"

Want to find out?
Zhou Yu smiled: "There are always clues, it's rare how to string them together."

Gong Jiapei raised his eyebrows: "Oh~, you seem to have gained something by looking at you."

Zhou Yu laughed: "How can it be so fast, it's too early to say anything now."

Gong Jiapei nodded and stopped asking: "Call me again if you need it."

"Thank you, Gong sir."

(End of this chapter)