Hong Kong variety show: This gangster is so wicked he's practically wicked.

Chapter 78 The company has a rule that we cannot take even a needle or thread from the homeowners!

Gao Qiang paused for a moment, then turned his gaze back to the old man.

He looked the man up and down, and wrote down his physical characteristics on a piece of paper.

Longgen and Jimmy walked directly behind him and started watching.

"Qiang, you're not planning to ask that old man for advice, are you?" Longgen asked.

Gao Qiang nodded and then shook his head, a fierce look on his face: "That's about right. I'm planning to call a few brothers to give him a good beating."

"Dare to slander the reputation of our Qiangsheng Property and cut off our source of income, it's like killing someone's parents."

The two: "—"

Longgen patted Gao Qiang on the shoulder: "Qiang, hitting him won't do any good. Go and yell at him to calm down."

Gao Qiang laughed heartily: "Uncle Longgen, I was just kidding, I'm a good person."

"Tch, you loser, you're just messing with your Uncle Longgen."

Longgen smiled and waved his hand as he sat down.

Just then, Gao Qiang's phone rang. He answered, "Brother Qiang, I received a report from Xiao Fu. A pimp's daughter has gone missing."

"The missing person is Sang Jialing, the mother of Dream Paris."

"Will you accept the application?"

It was Yi-zai on the other end of the phone.

Gao Qiang simply asked coldly, "Did she pay the property management fees?"

"I've paid it," Yizi said.

Gao Qiang took a sip of tea and said calmly, "If you've taken the money, you have to do the job. Send someone to the martial arts school to find me."

After hanging up the phone, Gao Qiang looked at Long Gen and said apologetically, "Uncle Long Gen, something came up at the company, I have to go now."

"The bill will still be charged to me later."

After Gao Qiang finished speaking, he got up to leave, but Long Gen pressed his hand down, saying, "Qiang, don't rush, I still have something to ask you."

"Go ahead," Gao Qiang said, sitting down.

Brother Long looked around, leaned forward, and asked in a low voice, "Has Uncle Deng been looking for you?"

Gao Qiang narrowed his eyes slightly and shook his head. "No."

Longgen snorted coldly, and Shaba took a puff of his pipe: "That old fox, Deng Wei."

"The matter of the tenth branch has been settled in a meeting for so long, but the date for your appointment as the regional leader has not been set, and they haven't contacted you."

"Let's send an old ghost to gather information."

Gao Qiang frowned slightly and asked, "Could there be any changes regarding the position of the person in charge of my region?"

Longgen shook his head and laughed, "Probably not, but Uncle Deng will stall for time, I don't know how long."

"You have no official status, which will cause many inconveniences in your work in the underworld."

"There are many factions in the gang. If you want to climb up, you have to stand on Deng Wei's side."

"Remember, whatever you do, never touch the laundry detergent yourself. Most of the older generation prefers stability."

"Also, you must do a good job the first time you hand in your work; your uncle is watching closely."

Long Gen stopped there, then changed the subject with a smile, saying, "Of course, perhaps I'm overthinking it."

Gao Qiang rested his chin on his hand, pondering what Long Gen had said.

I definitely won't touch laundry detergent.

The reason why Deng Bo didn't see me for so long was because he was observing me and waiting for me to choose sides.

Damn it, your little gangster spree is more complicated than the entrance exam for that thing I took in my past life.

No wonder even someone as patient as Ah Le couldn't resist inviting Uncle Deng to ride the Invincible Wind and Fire Wheel.

Should!

These uncles who are occupying positions without doing their jobs and hindering the development of the organization will be dealt with one by one once I take over.

Ten minutes ago.

Zhongfang Street.

In front of a grocery store.

"Come on, lend a hand and help Grandma unload the goods."

Yizai was instructing his men behind him to do their work.

"No need, handsome, I can do it myself." The shop owner waved her hand in refusal.

She feared that Xiao Fu was only pretending to help, and that he actually had ulterior motives.

Dressed like that, the neighbors could immediately tell they were members of the Wo Luen Shing triad.

"Yes, yes, you've already paid the property management fees."

Xiao Fu pushed her hand away and shouted, "What's our slogan, Qiangsheng Property Management?"

"We prioritize the needs and concerns of our homeowners!"

The seven henchmen behind him answered.

With seven or eight men working together, the van full of rice, flour, and cooking oil was unloaded in no time.

After they finished moving everything, the patrol team didn't say much. Xiao Fu took the lead and turned to leave.

The proprietress, who was initially a little apprehensive, looked at the group of men with their soaked vests and their hair matted with sweat.

"Hey handsome, wait a minute."

She called out, grabbed a few bottles of cola from the freezer, and hurriedly chased after him.

"This is for you to drink."

The proprietress forcibly stuffed a bag of cola into Xiao Fu's hand.

The henchmen were so thirsty their throats were practically parched; they looked at the cola and swallowed hard.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Fu straightened his back and pushed the bag back: "We appreciate your kindness."

"Company rules state that we cannot take even a needle or thread from homeowners!"

"You've paid the property management fees, so this is what we should do."

"Just remember to pay your property management fees on time."

After saying that, Xiao Fu turned and left, leaving the proprietress with only a dashing back view.

The henchmen were also stunned.

When did the company make this rule? I've never heard of it.

Several people followed closely behind Xiao Fu and asked him, "Brother Fu, when did Brother Qiang say we can't take the homeowners' things?"

Xiao Fu thought for a moment, then tugged at the jacket he had just put on: "Brother Qiang didn't say that."

"But don't you think it's cool?"

"He's handsome, huh?" The younger brothers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Then, he changed the subject: "But being handsome doesn't just mean being thirsty, we want to drink Coke, Rich Bro."

The group looked at Xiao Fu with teary eyes, waiting for this big shot to treat them to a meal.

"I don't carry any money when I go out. Let's go back to the martial arts gym and drink some water. Look, even Brother Qiang brings his own thermos." Xiao Fu refused with a smile.

Getting Xiao Fu, that miser, to treat everyone is as difficult as climbing to heaven.

He wanted to save every penny for his mother to build a new house.

The proprietress of the grain and oil store stood in front of the shop, watching the group of people walk away, and sighed, "This Qiangsheng Property is really good."

"They don't bully men or oppress women, they even run childcare centers and help people for free."

Even corrupt officials wouldn't do this much.

As he spoke, he didn't notice Li Yongsen leading the PTU team past him from behind.

These words reached Li Yongsen's ears. He stopped, turned around, and squinted at the proprietress.

The proprietress realized she had said the wrong thing and quickly apologized:

Good morning, Li Sir.

"It's almost noon, and you're still calling it 'Good morning'?"

Li Yongsen spoke in an unfriendly tone, glared at her, glanced at the signboard, and then left with his men.

"Brother Sen, should we teach her a lesson?" asked the blue-hatted PTU team member.

Li Yongsen shook his head and pointed at Xiao Fu and the others: "Check the license plates."

If anyone needs to be taught a lesson, it should be the Wo Luen Shing triads, for daring to imitate their patrol formation.

"Stop! The police are checking license plates!" several men in blue hats shouted in unison.

Xiao Fu and his companions stopped, took out their ID cards and Qiangsheng Property employee badges from their pockets, and stood still to cooperate.

Gao Qiang got his ID card sorted out last week, using the business registration certificate from Qiangsheng Property.

After collecting their ID cards, the man in the blue hat pinned Xiao Fu and his companions against the wall and searched them thoroughly.

No contraband was found; they only had a baton and a few candies on them.

"Boss, no contraband was found, and the ID card matches the person."

The man in the blue hat reported to Li Yongsen.

"Not a single one?" Li Yongsen asked in confusion.

The man in the blue hat nodded, then asked in a low voice, "Should we take him back to the police station?"

"Investigate in more detail."

In any case, as long as they have suspicions, they can take someone back to the police station and detain them for 48 hours without needing any evidence.

Li Yongsen shook his head: "No need. Look, they've even prepared their work permits. Gao Qiang anticipated that they would be checked for license plates."

"I've been busy lately, so I won't play with him for now."

The butcher's incident on a rainy night caused widespread panic, and superiors ordered increased patrols to prevent further social unrest.

The man in blue returned the identification to Xiao Fu and his group, and Li Yongsen prepared to continue leading the patrol.

Hongjie looked flustered, crossed the street from the other side, and jogged towards Li Yongsen.

"Officer Li, I'd like to ask you for help."

Sister Hong stopped the PTU team and looked at Li Yongsen with pleading eyes: "My daughter is missing. Could you help me find her? Here is her photo and ID card—"

Before he could finish speaking, Li Yongsen interrupted him: "I can't help you. The police station has its own rules."

"You need to call 999 first, then the Missing Persons Investigation Unit will take action. They will contact the PTU, and only then can the PTU get things done."

"I called 999 this morning, but no one has called me back!"

Sister Hong looked anxious, "That's why I thought of asking Inspector Li for help."

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Li Yongsen said coldly, "Sorry, I can't help you."

"The PTU serves all Hong Kong Island residents, not just any one person."

"Wait for my call."

"Let's wait, just in case—"

Hongjie had a bad feeling; she always felt that Jialing had been kidnapped by the butcher on that rainy night.

Without listening to him say anything more, Li Yongsen led his men away without looking back.

All that was left was Sister Hong, looking dejected, muttering to herself, "If even the police can't help her, then whether Jialing lives or dies is up to fate."

A gentle voice came through, as if bringing a ray of light to Sister Hong, who was in the darkest of hell: "We are from Qiangsheng Property Management. Do you need any help?"