Hong Kong film: The cop backs down, the ladies beg me to check his license.

Huang Bingyao perked up and hurriedly asked, "Then... can we talk about it now?"

Ye Tian looked at him like he was an idiot: "What are you thinking? I haven't even seen a million cents, and you're already selling me this information? Call me tomorrow, whenever you have the money ready."

Although Huang Bingyao was extremely anxious, he knew the rules and could only nod: "Okay, I'll go raise the money first thing tomorrow morning."

Ye Tian got up to leave, but halfway there, as if suddenly remembering something, he turned back to Huang Bingyao and said, "By the way, don't call me before noon tomorrow."

Huang Bingyao smiled wryly: "Mr. Ye has something important to do tomorrow morning?"

Ye Tian rolled his eyes and said matter-of-factly, "I'm a gangster, Inspector Wong. Have you ever seen a gangster who runs a legitimate business get up before noon? If you do, you're definitely not a good one."

Wong Bing-yiu was speechless, inwardly cursing: "What kind of gangster are you? What gangster's file is as clean as a freshly printed sheet of paper? Only Yip Tin, who worked as a bodyguard for Handsome Kun in his early years, never 'working' on his own, and then, as an adult, defied convention by starting a company. As a result, Inspector Lee of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau was constantly giving him a headache! This kid is incredibly strong, yet he never targets ordinary citizens; his reputation in Causeway Bay, according to investigations, is the best among all triad leaders! This is utterly outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"

Huang Bingyao witnessed firsthand the genuine enthusiasm the food stall owner showed Ye Tian; it was undeniable.

After Huang Bingyao finished eating and drinking, he got up to pay the bill, but the owner smiled and said, "Brother Tian left money when he left, Mr. Huang, you don't need to worry about it."

Huang Bingyao was genuinely surprised: "He actually offered to pay the bill?"

The boss was a little smug. He pulled a small roll of banknotes from his apron pocket and waved it around: "Here, this is what Brother Tian left. Brother Tian is a man of principle, this is it!" He gave a thumbs up. "Just ask around in Mong Kok, Brother Tian's reputation is legendary! How much did my meal cost? Every time Brother Tian comes, he never leaves less than ten thousand dollars, and he always tells me to keep the change."

Huang Bingyao returned to his police station office and sat in a daze. Ye Tian was just too different.

There was a knock on the office door, and Superintendent Chan Yan-kin walked in, his face filled with anticipation and trepidation: "Sir, how did the talk with Yip Tin go? Did you get anything?"

Huang Bingyao rubbed his throbbing temples: "My head hurts, it really hurts."

Chan Yan-kin's face darkened: "The deal fell through? That's normal. He's the one in charge of Mong Kok; it's not that easy for him to cooperate with us..."

Huang Bingyao said in a muffled voice, "It's not that the deal fell through. He agreed to sell information."

Chen Xinjian exclaimed, "He agreed? Then... what about the news? Who killed Ni Kun?"

Huang Bingyao glanced at him with displeasure: "I don't have a million in cash on me! Ye Tian said no delivery without cash!"

"Huh?" Chen Xinjian's eyes widened. "What kind of information costs a million? That's enough for our entire month's informant fees! Isn't that too expensive?"

Huang Bingyao scoffed, "You think it's too expensive? Then we won't buy it?"

Chen Xinjian smiled wryly: "It's not that it's too expensive... it's just that the police force needs money in all areas, and the budget is already tight... spending a million dollars on a single piece of information, this..."

Huang Bingyao said slowly, "This news is about how Ni Kun died. There were three people who killed Ni Kun. One was the mastermind, one organized the operation, and one carried out the killing. Two of these three are corrupt cops. Corrupt cops from the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau. If you think it's too expensive, we won't buy it. Anyway, I won't be the one who gets into trouble in the end."

Chen Xinjian jumped, his hair standing on end, and immediately changed his mind: "Buy! We must buy it! We'll use other funds if necessary!"

If we don't dig out these two nails hidden in the O-di compound, he'll have to sleep with one eye open from now on!

That night, Chen Xinjian couldn't sleep a wink. The next day at work, he had dark circles under his eyes and looked utterly exhausted. He stared expectantly at the boss's office, thinking Huang Bingyao would go to Ye Tian to make the deal early in the morning, but by almost eleven o'clock, there was still no movement. He couldn't resist any longer and knocked on the door.

Huang Bingyao was scratching his back with the handle of his famous "Gun of Kindness," looking quite relaxed.

"Sir, shouldn't we go find Ye Tian? If it gets any later, I'm afraid he might change his mind..." Chen Xinjian said with a forced smile.

Huang Bingyao didn't stop: "It's not 'we,' it's me. Go do what you're supposed to do."

Chen Xinjian's smile froze for a moment: "Boss, when are you leaving? I'll go with you so we can look after each other."

Huang Bingyao solemnly placed the gun back on the table, grumbling, "You think I don't want to go sooner? I want to find those two bastards more than anyone else! But that kid Ye Tian specifically told me yesterday not to call him before noon! He wants to sleep!"

Chen Xinjian was completely bewildered: "Ye Tian has an important social engagement this morning?"

Huang Bingyao cursed, "Socializing my ass! What socializing could he possibly have? When we parted yesterday, that kid specifically told me not to disturb him before midnight, he needed to sleep!"

Chen Xinjian was stunned: "Slept until midnight? What kind of job is this...?"

Before he could finish speaking, he realized he had said the wrong thing.

Wong Bing-yiu looked at him like he was an idiot: "He's a gangster! Do gangsters ever get up before noon?"

Chan Yan-kin quickly tried to salvage the situation: "But even if you're the head of a triad, you still have to get up early to handle things, right? Like the Sun Kee, Wo Luen Shing, and those..."

Wong Bing-yiu was even more frustrated: "He's a damn rich gangster!"

The big boss of Qitian Group, one of the richest men in Hong Kong, is also a gangster. Naturally, he can sleep in as late as he wants.

The two police chiefs had the same absurd thought pop into their minds: Is being a gangster... really that comfortable?

Huang Bingyao waved him away, saying, "Go do your thing, don't just stand there. I'll go find him after I finish lunch. Remember, this is between you and me, don't let it get out."

Chen Xinjian nodded repeatedly and left, still feeling uneasy.

Time crawled by like a snail. Huang Bingyao finally managed to finish lunch, returned to his office, respectfully lit three incense sticks before the statue of Guan Yu, and then picked up the phone to dial Ye Tian's number.

"Mr. Ye, are you up?" Huang Bingyao asked cautiously.

Ye Tian's voice was hoarse and languid, as if he had just woken up: "Just woke up. What's up, Inspector Huang? Are you free this afternoon? Want to come with me to run some errands?"

Me, the Director of West Kowloon Headquarters, going to do business with a gangster like you? You think I'm your underling, Lam Fuk? With my fiery temper, believe me, I'll crush your head with my deadly scissor kick!

Huang Bingyao inwardly cursed, but forced a smile: "Of course, it's for the citizens. What can I do for you, Mr. Ye?"

He didn't want to go at all; he just wanted to get the intelligence as soon as possible. But it was a buyer's market, and Ye Tian was the boss. In order to expose the corrupt cop, he had no choice but to endure it.

Twenty minutes later, Ye Tian got into Huang Bingyao's inconspicuous car.

"Wong Sir, to the Hong Kong Jockey Club," Yip Tin said casually as he fastened his seatbelt.

Huang Bingyao was taken aback: "The Hong Kong Jockey Club? You're betting on horse races?"

Ye Tian sighed, looking somewhat helpless: "I bought a few lottery tickets on a whim a couple of days ago and won a small prize. I'm going to claim it."

Wong Bing-yiu subconsciously said, "For small prizes, you can just go to a street betting station to claim them; there's no need to go through all that trouble at the Jockey Club."

Ye Tian shrugged: "I accidentally emptied the jackpot. The betting station can't redeem it, so I have to go to the Jockey Club."

"Hiss!" Huang Bingyao gasped, turning to look at Ye Tian as if he were a monster. "Really? You really emptied the prize pool?"

Ye Tian said impatiently, "Why would I lie to you? My time is precious. I need to go back and study after I redeem the prize. Don't delay my important business."

Huang Bingyao started the car with some skepticism, but his mind was racing. He couldn't help but change the subject: "Mr. Ye also enjoys reading? I never expected that."

Ye Tianshun said, "Your police have my file, right? I was an orphan when I was young and didn't have the opportunity to go to school. Later, Brother Kun let me go to school, but at that time I just wanted to get by and didn't care. It wasn't until I actually started working that I realized that without education, I was easily made a fool of. So now I catch up on my studies whenever I have time."

Wong Bing-yiu was speechless! Is this the kind of awareness a gangster should have? Don't most gangsters think that studying is useless?

Ye Tian, ​​now in the mood for conversation, said, "Actually, reading is quite interesting. Apart from those dry, technical books, every book has its own personality. Reading is like having a conversation with the author across time and space; it's quite magical."

Huang Bingyao was stunned. Why didn't he feel this way when he was in school? Oh, right, he only went to police academy because he wasn't good at studying. His heart suddenly ached even more.