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

Chapter 50 Inspector Hua

The two brothers and sisters chatted about filing.

Li An didn't hide anything, and briefly mentioned the expansion of the application file to his senior brother.

But regarding the filing, Li An said, Sanjiangshui listened, but didn't ask much.

After Li An finished speaking, he just patted Li An on the shoulder and said something.

"Just tell me if you need help."

"Ah."

Li An nodded slightly.

Whether it's Yi Yian Tian's careful teaching or Zhou Sheng and San Jiang Shui's care for him, it's really beyond words.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gained a firm foothold on the pier from a poor boy in a wooden house area in a short time.

He remembered all these little things of kindness in his heart.

After chatting for a short time, Chiao's voice came from afar.

"Brother Shui, we've finished unloading the goods."

Hearing the shout, Sanjiang Shui turned his head and nodded to the other party.

"Okay, you can go to your work first, and if you have nothing to do, you can call it a day. Just go back to the barber shop to practice more boxing kung fu."

After talking to Li An, San Jiangshui turned and left.

Li An stood there for a moment.

Seeing Sanjiangshui from a distance busy with the affairs on the pier, he glanced at the busy pier again.

Without lingering, he went straight to the newspaper stall.

"A'an, I brought you the person you want."

As soon as Li An came to the registration file, he happened to meet Wu Shihao leading five young people over.

"Do you all know the words?"

Li An looked at the five people in turn and asked.

There are not so many requirements for filing a file to recruit a buddy.

Whether the machine is smart or not is still unclear.

But the most basic condition is to know the characters.

It looks like that too.

It's like those eye hospitals in my previous life, where the doctors wore glasses with higher prescriptions than the other, but they opened their eyes and introduced how good and safe the correction surgery is for patients.

It doesn't look professional.

At least find a few doctors who don't wear glasses to introduce vision correction surgery to patients.

It's the same as Bald Piao selling tonic water, it's funny.

The analogy is not very appropriate, the truth is interlinked.

As a newspaper seller.

It is common for customers to ask what news or books are available, and it is impossible to reply with a hesitant answer.

Seeing Li An's question, the five of them nodded one after another.

"know."

"There is a three-day probationary period. After the probationary period, each person's monthly salary is 60 yuan. Of course, if the business is good, your salary can also be raised appropriately. Is there any problem?"

Li An didn't talk about those miscellaneous things like doing a good job, but directly talked about the benefits of reporting.

After all, if you only talk about work but not salary, you will inevitably be suspected of being a hooligan.

"no problem."

The faces of the five people were obviously happy.

Nowadays, the best labor is only two yuan a day.

60 yuan a month is a very good treatment.

Not to mention, wages can go up later.
"Okay, you go back first and come back to work tomorrow."

"It's okay, I'll go first."

After the five people left, Wu Shihao looked at Li An and said.

"Ah."

Li An nodded.

After staying at the newspaper stall for a while, seeing that there was nothing to do, he prepared to finish work early after filling his stomach.

Came to the noodle stall not far from the newspaper stall.

"Sister-in-law, have a bowl of noodles."

"Sit down for a while. You'll be ready soon."

On the other side, the Kowloon branch office.

Boom boom boom!
Hearing the knock on the door, Smith stretched and put down the documents in his hand.

He sat up straight and shouted:

"Please come in."

The door was pushed open, and Zhou Sheng walked into the office carrying a suitcase.

"Sir!"

"Sit! Officer Zhou!"

Smith stared unabashedly at the suitcase in Zhou Sheng's hand, with a smile on his face.

In fact, in the eyes of foreigners like them, all Chinese look similar in appearance.

Many times, Smith couldn't even tell the Chinese police officers under him in the mission station.

That is to say, Zhou Sheng solves cases very quickly on weekdays, and many difficult cases in the jurisdiction are handed over to Zhou Sheng to handle.

Coupled with the Three Wolves case some time ago.

He was quite impressed with Zhou Sheng.

Of course, the more important reason was because he knew very well that the young police officer in front of him would give him a large sum of money.

"Thank you, sir!"

It wasn't until Zhou Sheng sat across from him that Smith looked back reluctantly.

He asked in fluent Chinese:

"Officer Zhou, what's the matter?"

Regarding Smith knowingly asking, Zhou Sheng frowned unobtrusively.

Put the suitcase in your hand directly on the desk.

With a snap, he opened the suitcase, revealing stacks of neatly arranged new Hong Kong dollars inside.

"Sir, here is 50 Hong Kong dollars, the location of Inspector Nahua."

Zhou Sheng didn't want to gossip with Smith again, but said straight to the point.

"With 50 yuan, Inspector Hua's position is certainly no problem."

Smith fixed his eyes on the Hong Kong dollars, reached out his hand and took a bundle of one hundred Hong Kong dollars from his suitcase to his nose.

After greedily taking a deep breath of the smell of Hong Kong dollar ink, he changed the subject:
"However, you have to understand that there are already a lot of inspectors, and it is impossible for a mission station to arrange multiple inspectors."

"Inspector Chen Qichang has been feeling unwell recently and is somewhat unable to do his job at the mission, so he plans to retire next month."

When Zhou Sheng finished speaking, there was a moment of silence.

This is also what he discussed with Uncle Chang.

These British guys are greedy, but there are some things they can't let go of.

For example, the positions of inspectors are mostly one carrot and one pit.

Logically speaking, Chen Qichang is only 52 years old now. At his age, there is no problem in working until he is 60 years old.

Retiring early now, in addition to wanting to live a stable life early, is also to make way for him.

Smith smiled even more:
"That's no problem. I will write a report and submit it tomorrow. I believe Officer Zhou's appointment letter will be issued soon."

He stretched out his right hand and shook hands with Zhou Sheng who stood up.

The face is full of false smiles.

"I'll congratulate Inspector Zhou in advance."

"Then thank you sir."

Zhou Sheng responded.

Seeing that Smith sat down without speaking, Zhou Sheng said at the right time:

"Sir, if it's okay, I'll go out first."

"Ah."

Smith nodded slightly.

As soon as the office door was closed, he couldn't wait to stand up.

It was in front of his subordinate Zhou Sheng that he restrained himself just now.

Now that Zhou Sheng has left, he no longer has any scruples, dragging the suitcase in front of him, stroking the neatly arranged Hong Kong dollars inside with his hands, his eyes full of greed.

For someone like him who is far away from the center of power, there is nothing more pleasurable than making money.

(End of this chapter)