Chapter 342

"Can you read?"

"I know some."

"Read more books when you have nothing to do, learn by yourself. If you want to do well in the future, you have to have some culture."

"Brother Yan, if I really want to do well, wouldn't it be better to let people with culture work for me?"

"I like this statement of yours; your brain turns fast, not bad. But people with culture are better at lying and cheating. If you don't want to be cheated by cultured people, you have to make yourself cultured. Learning more is never wrong."

"Don't worry, Brother Yan, I'll definitely read more books in the future."

At a roadside breakfast stall near the Tsz Wan Shan Police Station, Wang Yan said a few words to Pig Oil Boy, dug into his pocket, took out a stack of money and a piece of paper, and slapped them on the table: "Here, this is four thousand eight hundred dollars, and everything that needs to be bought is written on this paper. When buying things, remember to ask for receipts. If there are none, ask them to handwrite one and press their fingerprint on it. After buying the things, find an open place to be a workshop, and find three trustworthy people to work, three dollars a day. Also, go find me a professional lawyer. Any problems?"

"Green tea, chrysanthemum, honeysuckle..." Pig Oil Boy read the words on the paper and looked up at Wang Yan, who was drinking white porridge opposite: "Brother Yan, are you going to make herbal tea to sell?"

"Something like that."

Seeing him nod in affirmation, Pig Oil Boy said: "Brother Yan, it's not that I'm talking too much, but every household in Hong Kong knows how to make herbal tea, and there are many shops on the street selling it with ancestral recipes. This one of yours..."

"This one of mine is also ancestral. You'll know once it's made."

"This job isn't tiring either. Isn't three dollars a day too high?"

Looking at his flickering eyes, Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "Don't worry, you get five dollars a day, one hundred fifty a month, which is higher than my salary as a plainclothes officer."

"You guys don't live on your salaries, how can you compare."

Wang Yan slapped him: "Damn it, seeing that I'm easy to talk to, you've gotten familiar, right?"

Pig Oil Boy chuckled awkwardly and gave himself two small slaps: "No, how could that be, Brother Yan, it was just a slip of the tongue, just a slip of the tongue."

"Go do your work."

Watching the sloppy figure running away, Wang Yan lowered his head and continued to eat.

He wasn't bragging. That herbal tea recipe was indeed ancestral; it was developed by a group of TCM experts and imperial chefs he gathered when he was Emperor Wang. Although the main energy of those TCM experts was on the strengthening pills, it was no problem to develop a high-end herbal tea recipe in their spare time. It wasn't just one recipe, but a series with different effects and tastes.

People in Hong Kong love to drink herbal tea. This imperial one of his is much more impressive than the "century-old family heritage" boasted on the street. If you really count it, this one is three hundred years old, but he just didn't want to do it before. After all, he had the strengthening pills that grabbed money, so there was no need to do this. And he didn't just know these; he had a pile of messy things in his brain, many of which were blurred. Just this herbal tea recipe, he thought about it for a long time and spent two days perfecting it himself.

The efficacy and taste are much stronger than the herbal tea on the market. Canned herbal tea can also be done, just sacrificing some taste for shelf life, but iced ones are also very good. At this time, there is no market saturation, no various marketing wars, so it is a proper money-making business. Starting a business and becoming a herbal tea king is absolutely no problem.

From beginning to end, he didn't say much. Lei Luo couldn't help but ask: "Brother Yan, are you going to do business?"

"Isn't that obvious? Asking the obvious."

"Brother Yan, don't hit me if I tell the truth." Lei Luo curled his lips: "Pig Oil Boy is right, you're so good at making money, there's no need to do business."

Wang Yan slapped him on the back of the head. Looking at his aggrieved eyes, he shook his head and smiled: "I have to hit you. Ah Luo, it's only been a few days? Forgot what I told you? We have to do things to make money. Can you spend that money with peace of mind?"

Seeing Lei Luo staring straight at his watch, Wang Yan sighed. It really didn't seem convincing... He slapped him on the back of the head again.

Lei Luo grimaced and covered the back of his head: "Why did you hit me again?"

A bald man with a face full of flesh awkwardly put on a bitter face: "No way, Brother Yan, we didn't do this."

"Yeah, Brother Yan, how long has it been? They didn't pursue it either, I think we should just let it go..."

"I asked you if there were any problems, not to bargain with me for favors, understand? Alright, since you call me Brother Yan one by one, I'll give you some face. Isn't it discussing the re-division of territory? It's my fault, I was too aggressive just now, so I'll change the way I say it..." Wang Yan looked around and said faintly: "Whoever doesn't cooperate, we'll deal with whoever, understand?"

The six hoodlum bosses with smiles on their faces froze. Damn, I hate people who talk with a gasp; giving hope and then slapping them in the face, it's really annoying.

Rattlesnake looked at the other five and said weakly: "Brother Yan, I..."

"I asked you if you understand? You just need to answer me, understand, or don't understand. If you say one more word, I'll take it as you don't understand. So Rattlesnake, you don't understand?"

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Looking at Wang Yan's smiling face, Rattlesnake shook his head repeatedly: "Understand, understand, how could I not understand. How about this, I'll take the lead and express my stance: I will absolutely cooperate with Brother Yan, give people if you want people, give money if you want money, I guarantee there's no problem, please rest assured, Brother Yan."

Wang Yan gave him a "you're sensible" look, then turned his head, his sharp eyes sweeping over the other five.

He had already said it to this point, so how could the others dare to say no? Naturally, they nodded repeatedly and agreed. Although those things were indeed done by them and the people were indeed messed up by them, they also felt very aggrieved.

After all, they were fighting for territory now, and they had to pay Chen Tong, and they couldn't pay less. At such a critical moment, cases that hadn't moved for several years were dug up for them to be responsible for. This... The key was that when they settled these things before, they had spent money. Now, not only do they have to spend money, but they also have to pay people. It's uncomfortable.

"No problem, then go back and prepare the people and money. Most importantly, be polite to the families of the victims, and the compensation must be in place. One case every three days; someone will come to find you by then. Understand?"

"Understand."

"Rest assured, Brother Yan, I guarantee there's no problem."

"Yeah, Brother Yan, we will definitely arrange it properly."

After listening to the hoodlum bosses racking their brains to flatter him, Wang Yan waved his hand: "Alright, that's it, go do whatever you need to do."

The group of people felt like they had been granted amnesty and stood up and left without a word. Flattering is really tiring. And they have to hurry back to scrape together money. After all, paying Chen Tong is one aspect, finding people to take the blame also costs money, and compensation is also money.

Why come out to mix? Because it's impressive and makes money fast. As a result, not only is it not impressive now, but they also have to pay a lot of money; there's really no reason to talk about it. The grievance in their hearts is only understood by the six of them. Suddenly, they missed the past and envied their peers outside; that freedom...

"Did they agree?" Seeing Wang Yan come out, Chen Tong asked with a smile.

"How could they dare not to? I said it directly: whoever doesn't respond, we'll deal with whoever. They just bully ordinary people. Even if I weren't a soldier, I could still deal with them until they have no temper."

"Hmm, that's a good point. To be honest, they are even more afraid of you than they are of me." Chen Tong laughed: "Do you know what they say about you?"

"That I'm good material for mixing with the underworld."

"That's not all. They are glad you became a police officer and still follow some police rules. If you really mixed with the underworld, there wouldn't be a place for them to survive."

"Saying a real man lives between heaven and earth, how can he live under others for a long time." Wang Yan laughed: "I just don't like people managing me; if I want to do it, I'll be the biggest one."

"Then you have no hope in the police force. Even if you become the number one, there is still the Hong Kong government above you, and there is still the British Queen. There is always someone who can manage you. As long as you mix in society, if you want to be your own master and want true freedom, it's impossible. There is always someone more impressive than you, and there is always someone who can deal with you."

"I know that, of course, but striving in that direction is never wrong." Wang Yan waved his hand: "It's too early to say that now. I'm just a small plainclothes officer, and we're already talking about the number one in the police force. People who don't know might think we're drinking without eating vegetables. Let's stop here. Let's talk about what freedom is when I become a detective."

"Alright, let's talk when you become a detective." Chen Tong nodded: "Why are you flipping through the files? Want to solve a few cases?"

"Too idle. The foundation on the uniformed side is already laid, and it's very peaceful now. Although we are going to deal with those small places, I have already beaten them once, so it's boring. Isn't it just flipping through them to find something to do? And I looked at those cases; there are quite a few that they did, and I can add a few other messy things to them, which is also good for solving our accumulated cases. It's killing several birds with one stone. Once we finish this matter, Uncle can also show his face among the detectives. If you are willing to spend money, changing to a place with sufficient profit shouldn't be a problem."

Lin Mingyuan hasn't been promoted to detective yet, but looking at his meaning, the path has been leveled, just waiting for the promotion. He doesn't have the heart to work, and he doesn't need him to manage it. So now, nominally, Lin Mingyuan leads the uniformed police, but he, Wang, has a very good say, basically he leads, and Lin Mingyuan just wants money and doesn't care about anything.

And what he said about arranging some charges on those hoodlums, of course, is not the serious ones. At most, it's some disability, theft, etc. If it's a murder case, that's not possible. After all, those victims are still there, hoping that the police will solve the case and give an explanation. If this is done, it's really having a son without an asshole.

Chen Tong shook his head and smiled: "Let's see, I don't know how to plan either."

Wang Yan didn't speak, stayed by his side, and went to the restaurant opposite the police station for lunch. Of course, he didn't need to spend money to flatter him, and he didn't need to. And most importantly, he only has thirty-two dollars for food every month now, so he saves as much as he can.

After lunch, returning to the police station, Wang Yan continued to sit there and flip through the files. He was still classifying them: which ones should be arranged for the hoodlums, and which ones should be studied and solved.

Flipping and flipping, his eyes stopped on a file, and he frowned at the record above.

It was a murder case that happened in May last year. The victim was a man, and the body was found by someone in a mountain ditch behind. What's strange is that he had a wife, but he had been missing for ten days. When he was found, the body was rotten and maggot-ridden, and no one had reported him missing. The record says that this victim was a hoodlum who did everything—eating, drinking, gambling, smoking, cheating, and stealing. His wife's statement was that he had disappeared for a month before, so she didn't report it, not expecting him to be dead. There was indeed a record of reporting him missing before. Finally, it was determined to be murder, and the suspect was an unknown hoodlum who killed and abandoned the body.

After all, he was an all-around player. After visiting and understanding, there was a record of being chased for debt before, and a record of being in prison for theft and robbery. With such a resume, it's not strange to be killed by a hoodlum.

Looking at it, there's nothing wrong, and it makes sense. But he, Wang, is a veteran hoodlum, and he is very clear about the principle of involving the whole family. If there was any dispute with the hoodlum, the victim's wife would definitely not be peaceful. Now that there is no movement at all, it doesn't make sense.

In such a situation, there is reason to suspect that the victim's wife knows something, or that his wife participated. Of course, even if there is no dog-shit principle of involving the whole family, this victim also beat his wife, so it's normal to suspect the victim's wife and relatives.

Just as he was looking at the detailed information recorded later, a uniformed police officer came up and knocked on the door: "Brother Yan?"

Hearing the greeting, Wang Yan, who was buried in the files, looked up at the person at the door and nodded with a smile: "What's wrong?"

"There's someone named Pig Oil Boy outside looking for you, saying he's your little brother."

Making it seem like he's a hoodlum, calling him a little brother... Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "Alright, I know, let him wait a while."

"Alright, Brother Yan."

Seeing the uniformed officer leave, Wang Yan turned and greeted a plainclothes officer: "Brother Liang, go and understand the situation of this family in a while. See if his wife has remarried, has a lover, has children, or is pregnant. Anyway, understand it in detail."

"Alright, I'll go right away." Brother Liang didn't say a word, took the file, called a partner, and set off. People calling him brother is giving him face; even if they called him Ah Liang, he would have to respond. If he was asked to do something, he would have to do it.

Looking at the time on the wall, 3:30, proper off-duty time... He stretched, greeted Chen Tong, who had just woken up from a nap, and Wang Yan swayed downstairs.

Seeing Wang Yan come out, Pig Oil Boy outside the police station grinned and waved: "Brother Yan."

"Are the things I told you to do done?"

"All done. The place to work is at..., not far from here. The people I found are also my friends, absolutely trustworthy. The lawyer is waiting there. Let's go directly. Any problems?"

"Not bad, lead the way." Wang Yan nodded and left with Pig Oil Boy...

Pig Oil Boy did things very steadily. The place was in a house at the foot of the mountain. The conditions were definitely not good, and it was definitely dilapidated. The main thing was that the space was open, the ventilation was good, and it was quite good.

As for the people he found to work, their dress wasn't much different from his, all sloppy. He just took it as birds of a feather flock together. Although everyone's conditions weren't good now and there were no good conditions to dress themselves up, cleanliness was something they could decide for themselves. They were so unkempt, it was their own choice.

Of course, look at things from both sides. Another interpretation is that they live at the very bottom of Hong Kong, and their hopeless life leaves them no leisure to pay attention to their appearance, which is understandable...