Hong Kong Comprehensive: Who said that those who practice martial arts have no money?

Chapter 19
A hand was placed on Zhou Sheng's shoulder.

"What do you think?"

Zhou Sheng came to his senses and raised his eyes to look at the person coming: "...It's nothing."

"This case of the Three Wolves has caused quite a stir. In just three days, you caught the suspect, rescued the hostage, and showed your face in front of the ghost man. You should be happy."

When the visitor spoke, his words were clear and clear, with a slight Hokkien accent. He looked over 50 years old, with short hair and crow's feet around his eyes. It was the man in the office just now, Chen Qichang.

He pulled a chair and sat opposite Zhou Sheng. Seeing that Zhou Sheng was silent, he said with a smile:

"I put the fees distributed to plainclothes this month in the drawer under your desk."

"I saw it, thank you uncle."

Zhou Sheng gestured to the other party with the cowhide envelope in his hand.

He took out a bunch of keys from his trouser pocket and opened the drawer at the bottom of the desk, where more than a dozen envelopes containing fees were piled up in disorder.

He casually threw the envelope in the drawer and locked it, then looked up to change the subject:

"Uncle, has the ghost calmed down?"

When Chen Qichang heard Zhou Sheng's words, his face turned ugly:

"He's pretending to be a fucking gentleman right now. He also asked me to find a few more newspaper reporters to go to his office before calling it a day, so that he can announce the case."

As he spoke, he lit a cigarette and said in a low voice with lingering anger:
"Fuck it! Didn't you see how he was furious just now, like a gorilla in white skin. These ghosts usually have green eyes when they collect money, and when something happens, they change the fuck Personally, it's revealed."

What Chen Qichang described made Zhou Sheng couldn't help laughing.

He seemed to know that he was losing his temper. He glanced around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he whispered:

"Uncle, it's their usual style to act and stand up.

Gui Lao has always kept a good face, this time there was a lot of trouble, and there was a newspaper reporter who added fuel and jealousy, accusing us of being unfavorable as an errand, it's no wonder he has a good face... Besides, it's not the first time he's like this, there's no need angry. "

Chen Qichang exhaled a puff of thick smoke and waved his hands: "I won't talk about him anymore. It's disgusting. Let's talk about you."

"What can I do?" Zhou Sheng was taken aback for a moment.

Chen Qichang glanced at him: "You don't plan to spend the rest of your life in plainclothes, do you?"

"I think it's pretty good." Zhou Sheng subconsciously took over.

"...Pa! It's useless!"

Chen Qichang slapped Zhou Sheng on the back of the head.

"Come with me!" He said standing up.

While walking, I scolded him.

"You bastard, you have no future at all. If it weren't for the favor you received from your father in the past, and you are more to my liking, I wouldn't bother to worry about it."

Zhou Sheng followed him with a smile and was not angry.

The two came to Chen Qichang's office one after another.

Chen Qichang sat down on the chair, took out two Hong Kong papers from his pocket and put them on the table.

"Which of these two Hong Kong dollars do you choose?"

"This one is just right, the denomination is big, I'm afraid I won't be able to spend it." Zhou Sheng pretended to be confused, and reached for the ten-yuan Hong Kong paper.

Chen Qichang glared at him unhappily: "I'm afraid you're not ambitious and won't be able to work in plain clothes. No matter how beautiful the design of the ten Hong Kong dollar is, it's not as attractive as the 100 Hong Kong dollar."

As he spoke, he touched his slightly frosty temples with his hand, and sighed.

"This white hair seems to have appeared overnight. I am already old and I cannot hold this position for a few more years. When I retire, will you still be able to work in such a stable position based on your temperament?
Being able to solve a case has a purpose, like a salted fish on weekdays, if you ask you to collect fees, you will hand it over to Adong, if you don’t have money to honor your superiors, you can still wear this skin. "

Zhou Sheng stepped forward: "...You are still going strong and it is still early to retire. Yesterday I heard Brother Dong say that you were in the bathing city..."

"That's enough, nonsense." Chen Qichang was too lazy to continue talking with Zhou Sheng, who was pretending to be confused, and said directly:
"I'll make it clear that you've done a good job in this case, and you've got a lot of limelight in front of the ghost. Now that the ghost has a good impression of you, you can use some money to deal with it, and your status as a plainclothes can be raised. I can also retire early and enjoy a few more years of happiness, and you will just take my place."

"Uncle? Actually I" Zhou Sheng opened his mouth and wanted to say something else.

Chen Qichang raised his hand to interrupt him, his expression hard:
"That's it! Also, don't say that I, as an uncle, don't take care of you, you will be responsible for collecting the fees in the jurisdiction next time. I have asked A Dong to say hello, and the money you will handle this time will be collected by those who Gambling stalls and dance halls are equally profitable stalls.

When taking money, remember to be tough. If anyone doesn’t cooperate, then his place will be wiped out. "

".I know uncle."

Zhou Sheng nodded, his face was uncertain.

In fact, he is quite satisfied with his current status as an agent. He does not have to worry about the livelihood of the clerks below, nor does he have to face the ghosts above. He also does not need to worry about how much monthly fees he can collect, how the clerks will be distributed, and how much filial piety they have to pay to the superiors. .

To be precise, there was nothing he could do about making salted fish.

Being a police officer now does not mean that you can do it if you want to be a good policeman. You have no choice but to join in the evil.

But Chen Qichang's words put him in a dilemma.

Should I continue to be myself?

Or go with the brigade?
As the afterglow of the setting sun fell, the silhouettes of workers hurrying on the pier were pulled out into long silhouettes.

Li An quickly cleaned up the messy tabletop, and put the pile of dishes and chopsticks into the wooden basin filled with water behind the booth.

"Sister-in-law, the wharf is closed. There are not many workers left. Are you going to close the booth?"

"Ah, oh, thank you, I'll wait a moment."

It seemed that Li An's address caught the busy woman by the booth a little off guard. She blushed a little, and even scattered some of the ingredients she was handling without realizing it.

She combed her hair, a little embarrassed.

"You have been busy at the pier all day, and I will trouble you to help here after work."

"It's no trouble. I get free powder from you every day. It's okay to help."

"It's getting late now, you should go home first, or you won't be able to take the ferry when it gets dark."

"it is good."

Li An glanced at the two remaining customers at the stall and nodded.

Seemingly remembering something, he took out a small bag of candies wrapped in chicken paper from his pocket.

Looking at the little girl who rolled up her sleeves and was about to wash the dishes:
"Uncle treats you to sweets."

The little girl glanced at the woman first, saw him nodding, and then reached out to take the candy.

".Thank you uncle."

The little girl looked about seven or eight years old, wearing a washed and whitish shirt, weak and weak, and looked a little shy.

"good!"

"Then, sister-in-law, you go first."

Li An first smiled at the little girl, then greeted the woman before leaving.

When he returned to Yau Ma Tei, the sky began to darken.

(End of this chapter)