The Chief Detective Inspector is dead. I'm now the top police officer in Hong Kong!

Chapter 27 Recovery of Stolen Goods (Seeking monthly votes and recommendations)

Lin Tiansheng took the business card and asked, "Why did you decide to build a luxury mansion?"

Li Zhongying stirred his coffee and calmly replied, "Selling luxury homes earns more. For the same deal, you get five percent commission. A five-million-dollar house earns ten times more than a five-hundred-thousand-dollar house."

“There are many real estate agencies in the market that deal with ordinary residential properties. Although it’s not too late to enter the market now, the luxury home transaction market is still largely untapped.”

"The old tradition of big bosses was to buy land, build mansions, and pass them down to future generations. But in recent years, with the rise of white-collar elites and new stock market tycoons, the 'governor' has tightened his control over land transactions."

"The newly rich can't afford to build mansions, so they prefer to buy large apartments with mountain or sea views. The market is growing. Plus, with my past connections and friends, it's easier for me to attract customers than for ordinary people."

The greatest resource of those who have been rich, compared to those who have been poor their whole lives, is their network of connections with the wealthy.

With a sharp mind, as long as you don't fall behind, are shameless, and work hard to catch up, it's easier to become successful than for the poor. Therefore, there are many successful entrepreneurs who make a comeback, and few failures who start from scratch.

Lin Tiansheng nodded, having to admit that Li Zhongying's words made sense. He said with an appreciative look in his eyes, "The company is entrusted to you. Apart from submitting the accounts once a month, you don't need to report on every single business matter."

"You just decide."

A confident smile appeared on Li Zhongying's lips: "Thank you for your trust, Young Master Sheng. The company isn't too busy right now, so a brief report won't take much time."

"You've just been released from prison. It must be difficult for you to contact your old business friends," Lin Tiansheng said.

Li Zhongying smiled and said, "If they refuse to see me, then go and confront them. Bow down, kneel, kowtow—whatever they like to do, play along until they're satisfied."

"These are just friends, after all. If we've had a good time, we should at least do them the honor of buying a building, otherwise it'll be embarrassing if word gets out."

"If you want to turn your life around, you'll definitely have to suffer."

Back in Stanley, I cleaned the library and read newspapers every day to avoid being left behind by the times. After putting in so much effort, I finally got this opportunity—why would I be afraid of losing face?
If you can turn your face into cash, then you've lived a valuable life back then.

Lin Tiansheng nodded slightly: "You're very good. I didn't choose the wrong person."

“Not as good as Young Master Sheng. I heard on the radio at noon that there was a major robbery in Mong Kok, and he made a great contribution to the West Kowloon Major Crimes Case. Young Master Sheng braved a hail of bullets, were you alright?” Li Zhongying asked with concern.

"You're lucky, you'll get promoted soon. If you run into any trouble, remember to come find me." Lin Tiansheng didn't hold back in showing off his abilities, which greatly boosted Li Zhongying's confidence and made him even more respectful: "Congratulations on your success and promotion, Young Master Sheng."

"Don't laugh too soon, I'm leaving now."

Li Zhongying stood up, bowed slightly, and watched Sheng Shao walk out of the revolving door.

Unlike Brother Le, who rose to power through shady means, Young Master Sheng chose to make money through legitimate means. Although in the end, business success depends on connections, there is a fundamental difference between legitimate and shady practices.

Back then, in order to get close to Brother Le, he switched to shady money laundering even though his company was legitimate. Now, after being released from prison, he's working for Young Master Sheng and has started doing legitimate business again.

Li Zhongying truly felt the vicissitudes of life and the changing times.

Perhaps, following Young Master Sheng will truly lead to a bright future.

Lin Tiansheng was naturally very satisfied with "Cha Che Li," who knew how to identify and address shortcomings, adapt to market changes, and make strategic adjustments.

Evening, seven o'clock.

Temple Street, Red Cotton Food Stall.

The owner of this food stall is called "Sister Hong". A-Mian is her daughter's name. It is famous for its stir-fried crab and seafood. It is a well-known food stall in the bustling city.

Every day, the restaurant was packed with people, and long queues formed. Ma Delong, Liu Yida, and Gao Zicong, who had just been discharged from the hospital, followed Lin Tiansheng into the food stall.

To celebrate Ah-Cong's discharge from the hospital and to mark the success of the morning's operation, Lam Tin-Sheng specially chose a nice restaurant to treat the three employees to dinner.

When Ma Delong entered the store, he saw that it was full. He glanced around and randomly picked a table of thugs with earrings, full-sleeve tattoos, and blond hair. He took out his ID, walked up to them, waved it, put his arm around the shoulder of the loudest guy, and leaned down to say, "Having fun, buddy?"

The blond thug in a denim jacket slammed his fist on the table and stood up, yelling, "Fuck you!"

The officer who had witnessed the incident from the Major Crimes Unit froze on the spot, his expression turning ugly as he said, "Officer, is it wrong to eat?"

“No, it’s only right to eat when you’re working. I hope you’re just eating and not working, so I don’t find anything on you.” Ma Delong looked the rascal up and down.

The thug sniffed, looking annoyed, and slammed his hand on the table, saying, "Let's go!"

"Don't interfere with the officers' work."

Lin Tiansheng walked forward with a smile: "Old Ma, you have good eyesight."

Ma Delong said, "Judging from the way he sniffs, you can tell he's a poisonous insect from ten meters away. The girl next to him reeks of prostitutes. He's obviously made some money and is out having fun. If I didn't have any goods, I'd change my name."

Gao Zicong moved a chair aside, invited the big boss to sit down, and said while smoking a cigarette, "Hey buddy, clear the table!"

After everyone was seated and the dishes were served, Lin Tiansheng toasted his brothers and casually asked, "Old Ma, any leads on that doctor dismemberment case from last time?"

Ma Delong shook his head: "Not yet, Brother Sheng."

"Let's put that aside for now. Inspector Pi has handed over the task of recovering the stolen goods from the Mong Kok jewelry store robbery to us." Lin Tiansheng said, gnawing on a crab claw. Ma Delong's teeth ached from listening to the cracking sound; he admired the boss's silver tongue.

Gao Zicong, who had just been discharged from the hospital, looked puzzled: "Didn't Brother Sheng take care of all the criminals? Why do we still need to recover the stolen goods?"

He was bravely wounded in the Da Dong case and also received 350,000 yuan in bribes. While recovering, he was somewhat smug. He felt that after being discharged from the hospital, his status would not be lower than Lao Ma's, and he would be highly valued by Brother Sheng.

Unexpectedly, a sudden jewelry store robbery led to Ma Delong, Liu Yida, He Li, and others making new contributions and overshadowing the entire team.

The big battle at the jewelry store robbery was much more exciting than the beach ambush, and it shattered Gao Zicong's arrogance.

Lin Tiansheng said, "During the escape to recover the stolen goods, the gold has already been transferred. According to the owner of Yongxin Gold Shop, the stolen gold jewelry and other valuables totaled 8.7 million yuan."

"Tch, it's not that much," Liu Yida said arrogantly after drinking.

Old Ma raised his eyebrows and exclaimed in surprise, "Eight million seven hundred thousand isn't much? Not every thief can make over ten million."

"Li Xudong robbed the Royal Gold Shop two years ago, but this eight million is fresh off the ground, it just went missing yesterday. If we can get it back, how will Boss Yongxin thank us?"

Lin Tiansheng put down the crab shell and said, "What about justice, duty, and ideals! All you talk about is money. Who taught you that?"

"Hehe, hehe." Ma Delong chuckled twice and lowered his head to drink.

"Let's think about how to recover the stolen money." Lin Tiansheng paused for a moment and then said, "After all, the money that Boss Tao gave us was clean and could be spent however we wanted."

Of course, business owners cannot directly give money to the police, but there are many ways to express gratitude, such as establishing a charitable foundation, giving friends "pocket money" under various pretexts, or setting up social awards and awarding bonuses to predetermined individuals. This is perfectly reasonable, legal, and procedurally just.

(End of this chapter)