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After one night, there were obviously more community members in various streets of Kowloon City, such as fruit stalls, book stalls, cigarette stalls, tea shops, and tea restaurants. In groups of young and gangsters were scattered in various seats.

Although they are in groups of three or five, they keep a certain distance and will never give anyone a handle.

Across the street, O's agents gathered together to smoke and watched coldly.

The light yellow and red double-decker bus passes through the traffic light entrance and passes through the street at an even speed. In the car, many working citizens are accustomed to looking at the ridiculous scene in front of them through the car windows.

Vendors are operating normally, and passers-by are rushing by.

The poor military uniforms at the intersection of the street passed by from time to time, and then muttered a few words to the walkie-talkie and chose to ignore them.

The young and dandy guys who sit or stand in three or five are mixed but clearly distinguished, and they seem restrained and vigilant to each other. Everyone knows that everyone must be at peace during the day.

At the entrance of the alley in the back, people often take newspapers to change shifts and watch the wind. The three-story old tenement building not far away looks particularly quiet. Once there are vehicles entering and leaving, they will be immediately recorded by the person who is remembered at the rear of the crane.

On the second floor of Fengying Restaurant, many elderly people had already gotten up early to have morning tea, and the movement outside did not disturb the leisure here.

Zheng Bingqiang carried his bag and occupied a seat next to the window. He could just see the turbulence on the street.

The dim sum girl in the restaurant pushed a cart and placed the cantonese dim sum on the dining table, stamping the dim sum card one by one.

"What tea do sir?"

"Chan Sir!"

Zheng Bingqiang quickly stood up to say hello, but the other party pressed his hands and took the conversation casually, saying, "A pot of cinnamon."

Chen Bingzhong sat down, looked at the young and dandy stalkers who were "strolling" around outside the window and the villain who were watching coldly. He withdrew his gaze bored and moved forward on the chair.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Zheng Bingqiang looking reluctant to say something. While thanking the waiter, he smiled and took the teapot. He skillfully rinsed the tea set with hot tea in his hand, and poured it into the transparent large bowl next to him, while saying to the other party: "If you have something to say, don't hesitate..."

"Chen Sir...I just listened to it. Since last night, many of the members of the victory have started to gather here... Does this mean that the negotiations were not completed last night?"

Zheng Bingqiang asked for advice humbly, and at the same time he was very sensible. He helped Chen Bingzhong wash the tableware quickly, picked a pair of chopsticks and handed it to the other party.

“How did you sleep last night?”

"ah?"

"Didn't sleep well?"

"No, I'm sleeping well... I just dripped my pillow."

"It's great to be young. It would be great if I could be as casual as you. Sometimes I want to sleep but can't sleep. As soon as I get old, my sleep is very poor. Sometimes I finally fall asleep, but suddenly I wake up from frequent urination. Alas, this shrimp dumplings taste good. Try it..."

"Oh~"

"Is it delicious?"

"Uh, it's delicious..." Zheng Bingqiang responded awkwardly and quickly took a bite.

Chen Bingzhong took a sip of tea and ate the snacks one by one. Zheng Bingqiang had to suppress his curiosity and eat with him.

"The rice has to be eaten one bite at a time. Many times, whether it is delicious or not has to be eaten by yourself." Chen Bingzhong lowered his head and ate the tea, and said carelessly, "I'm afraid that sometimes it's not satisfactory, but I just ignore it."

This reminder made Zheng Bingqiang, who was eating char siu buns, swallow it quickly, and his face turned red and his neck was thick, "Chen sir...I...uhhh..."

"Oh, don't go to your heart, I didn't say anything about you."

Looking at Zheng Bingqiang with a flushed face, he smiled and picked up the teapot and poured the other party seven points. Although the latter was so choked, he still knew that his fingers were "popular" and then he picked them up and drank them.

Chen Bingzhong saw this scene and smiled at the corner of his mouth, allowing the other party to slow down, and then he took the initiative to speak out and teach.

"Although the fat man had adulterated last night, there is a saying that is right. Hong Kong Island community has been developing for hundreds of years, especially in the past twenty years, and has long since departed from the traditional development model.

Now, it's more like a comprehensive business.

On the surface, they have their own industrial chains, including property, real estate, restaurants, teahouses, finance, trade, transportation, spinach, nightclubs, parking, and gray industries, including phoenix building, usury and other income.

You can't compare the current community with those who made a living by relying solely on pornography, gambling, and drugs twenty years ago.

It's actually easy to fight either black or white because they are mice hiding in the dark, and everyone shouts to fight. But now, these rats have turned into Mickey Mouses and Mickey, and become Disney.

They entangled black, white and gray together.

Some ordinary people began to benefit and began to accept it. This requires us to be wise and think about such changes." Chen Bingzhong stared at Zheng Bingqiang with a smile.

Clench your fingers into fists and lightly hammer the tabletop, "Resolutely fight against the black, stabilize the gray, and win over the white. But you have to understand that in fact, they have been entangled in a ball, and the white business may be hidden in the white business. On the contrary, the gray area helps ordinary citizens support their families and earns hard money...

The world is easy to identify black and white, but good and bad are not so easy to peel off.”

"But why don't we try to mix sand in it? And let the sand..."

"Not mixed up?"

"No, it's mixed with sand." Zheng Bingqiang thought about it and answered seriously, "But..."

"But you have to understand that this is not the interest of one or two people, it is the interest of thousands or even more people. So, no matter how we mix sand, as long as our sand violates the interests of countless "rice", the sand will be abrupt.

Even if you have no choice, at most you risk being knocked off a tooth and eat it together? Does it really affect the health of such a huge benefit? No...

Maybe even if you eat a certain amount of sand, it will promote the vitality and innovation of this huge interest group in disguise, thereby increasing its digestive ability and making it stronger, so that you can better understand how to distinguish sand and gravel in the future.

You have to understand that it is unrealistic to completely eliminate the existence of a community under the society and system of Hong Kong...at least this system is like this for the time being."

Chen Bingzhong's "Rice Sand Theory" made Zheng Bingqiang's eyes shine.

Seeing that the other party heard it, Chen Bingzhong smiled and poured a cup of tea, then lifted the lid of the pot and placed it on the teapot.

At this time, a waiter came to add tea, and a cigarette seller came over next to him.

"Beautiful girl, get two bags of Nanyang for me."

Seeing the cigarette selling girl skillfully seeking change, Chen Bingzhong smiled and pushed it over and said, "No need to make change. Do me a favor-"

After a while.

The cigarette seller went downstairs, walked to the side of the road, handed two packs of Nanyang Shuangxi to the O-ji members who gathered together to smoke, and then pointed upstairs and passed a few words.

One of the men in a very 'bald' jacket stood up and looked at Chen Bingzhong and nodded slightly.

Chen Bingzhong smiled and nodded in response.

"Chen Sir, you are acquaintance?"

"That's right."

"ah?"

"His name is Zeng Axiong, I used to be... We have partnered together - I am half of his boss." Chen Bingzhong smiled slightly, his eyes floating.

"Oh." Zheng Bingqiang looked at Zeng Axiong, "That's a senior."

"It's almost 10 years before you joined the police force in 1978. In fact—"

Chen Bingzhong glanced at the young and dandy who were pretending to be a "passerby" below, raised his chin with a smile, and took the initiative to joke: "Look at this group of people, do you look like staff who check in to work?"

Zheng Bingqiang also smiled knowingly as he looked at the young and dandy who were pretending to be passers-by.

"Every time I choose a career manager in the past two years, do you know that the United States elects the commander?

It seems that the Democratic and Republican parties are competing, but ultimately, different political extensions and interest demands of different interest groups.

The same goes for community casting.

The real power figures have never been those simple heroes. At most, they are agents or... cannon fodders who are pushed to the table.

The real power of the people are the financial owners who drive these people behind them.

If you are in O's, then of course you will only contact those people in the martial arts world, because what you do is to eliminate the most arrogant and crazy people, make social security more secure, and deter the triad. Then turn a blind eye to those who are willing to cooperate or do things that are not overdoing.

Just like what the group of O's below do now.”

Chen Bingzhong smiled at Zheng Bingqiang and continued: "Of course, since you have come to CIB, you must learn to see the essence through phenomena... You cannot make a conclusion early based on some superficial situations. We must look at these issues with an opposing and unified dialectical thinking.

We can't just use our brains like those stupid people. We must know how to eat our brains.

Of course.

Our police force still needs these down-to-earth and hardworking guys... We are like the brain, using precise intelligence and analysis to direct our hands and feet to do things..."

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Zheng Bingqiang always felt that Chen Sir’s words were filled with an indescribable smell, like the tone of an old Yin and Yang person who had a mouthful of phlegm.

After looking at the young and dandy downstairs, he fell into deep thought.

Fortunately, he was exposed to this knowledge after graduating from university, otherwise, he felt that he might be surrounded by Sir Chen.

When he looked at the ordinary and even a bit vulgar senior police Superintendent Chen Bingzhong, who looked a little vulgar, suddenly felt that he was far-sighted and domineering.

His understanding of human nature and crime is definitely the best among many senior police officers.

I looked down at O's group of stupid guys...

cough--

This group of down-to-earth and hardworking brothers suddenly felt an unknown feeling.

"Chen Sir, I looked like a star last night... He was not the big guy you mentioned-"

"Wu..." Chen Bingzhong remembered what he knew, and thought about his old friend's daughter again, and suddenly gritted his teeth, "Slag! Ancestor!"

"Then this scumbag ancestor... could he be the financial backer of playing chess behind the scenes?" Zheng Bingqiang asked tentatively.
To be continued...