Chapter 353: Re-emerging into the Jianghu

"Come, let me introduce everyone. This is Wang Yan, the famous 'Brother Yan.' I believe everyone knows how Brother Yan treats us brothers, so I won't say much more. Greet Brother Yan."

At the Kwai Chung Police Station, in the Criminal Investigation Division office, as Detective Cao Rongjiang's words fell, dozens of plainclothes officers standing straight, their expressions solemn but unable to hide their excitement, raised their hands in salute. Dozens of voices converged into one: "Good day, sir!"

"Good day, good day, put your hands down." Wang Yan nodded with a smile and waved his hand: "You're overestimating me. I'm just a detective sergeant now; many of you are at the same rank as me, and some are my superiors. How could I deserve to be called 'sir'? We're all brothers, so be casual. We'll be together for a long time, and I'm not comfortable if you're too serious. Alright, go do what you need to do. Don't leave tonight; I'm treating everyone to a drink."

Watching the group of people disperse obediently, Cao Rongjiang twitched the corner of his mouth. Although he had long known and expected Wang Yan to have such prestige, only when he saw it and felt it personally did he realize how much energy this young man, who was only a small detective sergeant, possessed. He could fight, had money, and was willing to spend it to win people over—it would be strange if he didn't stand out.

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He had also been a player who refused to admit defeat, and because the perks here were okay, he had been able to play both sides among the big detectives while being forced to open factories and recruit workers. But with the gradual increase in Hong Kong's population in recent years, the number of new police officers recruited by the police academy every year was also increasing, and the number of officers assigned to him was also increasing. The most critical thing was that his factory's efficiency wasn't good. On one hand, there were the ever-increasing families of police officers, and on the other hand, the declining efficiency of the factory. After holding on for more than two years, he finally couldn't persist anymore.

With no other choice, he chose to defect to Wang Yan, and the factory was acquired and taken over by Long Teng. It wasn't anything else, but among so many people, Wang Yan was the richest and offered the fairest price. Other Chinese detectives offered too low a price; he knew that the other detectives didn't have much liquid cash in their hands either. But at that time, he wouldn't sympathize with others; he would only think they were colluding to eat him. It was also at this time that Zhu Youzai came to his door and, without saying a word, directly offered a price that didn't make him lose too much, so he naturally fell under Wang Yan's command.

As for being targeted by other detectives, that wasn't something he needed to consider. Whoever was the boss would worry about that; with Wang Yan holding the fort, he wasn't afraid.

"Did Brother Yan encounter obstacles this time? Otherwise, why would you come to my side?" He had received the call yesterday, telling him that Wang Yan would be transferred to work under him today.

"Definitely." Wang Yan leaned against the table, took out a cigarette, and handed him one, letting the detective who was two ranks higher than him light it for him diligently. He exhaled a puff of smoke and said: "Originally, I was going to the Tsuen Wan District Police Station, but Yan Tong, Lan Gang, and those bastards colluded to pass words to the foreign devils. Later, I put in a lot of effort, and that's how I was transferred here. A small detective sergeant is ultimately no match for those big detectives."

It was now early August 1953, and the armistice agreement had been signed just a few days ago. He had started planning to leave Sha Tau Kok last month. He had contacted the Superintendent and Senior Superintendent of the Criminal Investigation Department, and for this, he had even specially held a lucky draw for his herbal tea, with the first and second prizes being swept up by the Senior Superintendent and Superintendent, while the third to ninth prizes were for truly lucky citizens. As a result, Yan Tong and the others made moves behind his back, sending money to counter him, which was how he ended up in Kwai Chung.

Now the Kwai Tsing District hadn't been separated from Tsuen Wan yet. If he had gone to the District Police Station, although he would have had to lick the boots of the foreign devils, in terms of influence, that side would have been much, much larger. After all, as long as his money was in place, he could easily sideline the foreign detective sergeant, and by then, he would be the one calling the shots in all of Tsuen Wan, and he could openly study the subordinates of other detectives there.

Of course, it was precisely because they thought of this situation that Yan Tong and the others tried their best to stop him. Money couldn't solve it this time, because the foreign devils didn't want to see that situation either, unless he gave a lot of money to bribe many people, but that obviously wasn't cost-effective. If he really sent that much, what would happen if the foreign devils got greedy? So that was that, and he came to Kwai Chung.

Cao Rongjiang nodded: "Then what are Brother Yan's plans for the next step?"

"What other plans could there be? Of course, it's to get promoted. I have to at least mix my way up to a Senior Detective Sergeant." Wang Yan patted him on the shoulder: "Alright, you go do your work; I'll find someone to familiarize myself with the situation first."

"Alright, Brother Yan, find me anytime if you have anything." Cao Rongjiang didn't say anything and turned back to his office decisively. He was the highest-ranking officer here, and now a person who was nominally his subordinate but actually his big brother had come, so he felt awkward too. As for what other subordinates thought of him, he didn't care. He wasn't the only detective who had defected to Wang Yan, so what was the big deal?

Seeing Zeng Rongjiang leave, the others who were pretending to find work had some small restlessness; they wanted to get close but didn't dare. Although personal worship wasn't encouraged, it couldn't be denied that Wang Yan was a legend.

His resume wasn't a secret; people in both the black and white worlds knew his past. From the death of his parents to coming to Hong Kong alone, being the most outstanding since the establishment of the police academy, beating all the big and small hooligan leaders in Tsz Wan Shan and Sham Shui Po alone, balancing the contradictions between the arrogant hooligans and the citizens to find a glimmer of professional glory for the police, starting a business from a small herbal tea bag, becoming a famous first-class enterprise in Hong Kong today that spanned multiple industries, and single-handedly raising the treatment of Chinese police officers.

Besides that, as long as there was trouble that couldn't be solved, within a normal and reasonable range, Wang Yan was always generous and enthusiastic. If lower-level police officers lacked emergency money, he would give them loans at normal interest rates to help them get through the difficulties. If their family members had terminal illnesses and were waiting to die, he would work miracles and send them health. Even if people under other Chinese detectives came to his door, he would help if he could. His name of benevolence and righteousness spread throughout Hong Kong and Kowloon.

These things, one by one, achieved Wang Yan's prestige today.

Of course, legends were always legends, and the actual situation wasn't that exaggerated. If he were to solve the troubles of lower-level police officers all day long, then damn, there would be too much trouble. Living in this world is never easy; whose family doesn't have some messy things? So he only personally received them occasionally, and it had to be representative; most of the rest were handled by Zhu Youzai. As for curing diseases and saving lives, that was also when he was in a good mood and would let Zhu Youzai choose a difficult and complicated case. Most of the time, he would give some condolence money or provide some loans.

His reputation was so big, of course, because he hyped it up himself; otherwise, his reputation might be loud, but it would never reach today's level. As for "the tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind," he wasn't afraid of that set. The most critical foreign devils, on one hand, he sent a lot of money, and on the other hand, these British gentlemen didn't believe that Wang Yan could escape their control, because the power was granted by them, and wanting to deprive him of it was just a matter of a piece of paper. Moreover, they wouldn't really watch him grow big, so they were full of confidence.

Seeing their appearance, Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "Alright, stop pretending; I don't eat people."

Hearing this, the group of people laughed and gathered around. They asked some messy questions, which was curiosity about an idol and a yearning for the upper levels. These were all understandable, and Wang Yan was approachable and chatted with them very well.

Of course, he didn't forget the serious business. As they chatted, they talked about the situation within the jurisdiction.

As mentioned before, his Tsz Wan Shan model had been verified and was indeed effective. But without his strength, there were still many people in other places who bullied others, acted recklessly without following the rules, and showed off. Kwai Chung was exactly like that. The situation on the street had improved, but not by much. Disorder within order looked even more annoying than complete disorder.

As for the other model of allocating illegal places such as opium dens, powder stalls, gambling dens, and brothels according to the carrying capacity of the jurisdiction, it was implemented here. After all, for things that could make more money, as long as an opening was made and instructions were given, the police didn't even need to act as intermediaries. The hooligan gangs with greater power would fight and do it themselves, and finally, after some mutual compromise, a new division of interests would soon be formed after a period of chaos.

He spent a day with the police station, and in the evening, he set up a banquet to treat all the uniformed and plainclothes officers of the police station, and they had a lively drink. If you really want to talk about it, it could be considered a close-range meeting between an idol and fans. Who told Wang Mouren to know how to market himself...

He boldly showed off his drinking capacity, drinking, cursing, and bragging with a group of police officers until nine o'clock in the evening, when he used the excuse of physical exhaustion to sway and sit in the car, and was driven home by a driver.

Because he couldn't stay in Sha Tau Kok forever and was bound to re-emerge into the Jianghu, he had long prepared a house. It was a villa in Kowloon Tong, bought from a foreign devil who was returning to England. This villa was a building from the 1920s, thirty years old, and its exterior was mottled with the traces of time, but the quality was actually quite good. So he didn't care about the exterior, but dismantled the interior decoration and redecorated it. The exterior was old and the interior was new, two worlds with a strong contrast, and it still looked very good.

Although the decoration style he used was from decades later, neither Chinese nor Western, Miss Bai wasn't used to it at first, but after moving in and living there for a period of time recently, she gradually adapted, and the more she looked at it, the more natural it felt. Especially when her good friends who were also married as wives came over to play with her, every time they were full of praise, she was even happier, because this was designed by her own man.

She was very satisfied with her current life. Her own man knew a lot, could do a lot, could make money, was in good health, cared for his family, and spoiled her, supporting her in whatever she wanted to do. Unlike her good friends who were stifled at home as wives all day, while their men were out drinking and whoring...

It was not yet ten o'clock when he arrived home. As soon as he opened the door, he heard Miss Bai's voice: "Xiao Bai, hurry and see if Dad is back."

As soon as the words fell, he heard the sound of heels stepping on the floor. Wang Yan smiled, turned around to close the door, walked out of the entrance hall in a few steps, and looked at the tiny figure who had stopped in his tracks because of his sudden appearance.

He blinked his big eyes and looked up at the tall man who had arrived. After recognizing that it was his own father, he gave a silly laugh, pointed at his father, and turned his head with effort to look at his mother on the sofa behind: "Ah Ma, Ba Ba..."

Although he was over two years old, he couldn't speak clearly; he stumbled, and his brain couldn't keep up.

Wang Yan gave a hearty laugh, stepped forward to pick up his eldest son, exchanged a few words of "Aba Aba," and then sat down beside Miss Bai: "Is Xiao Yue asleep?"

Of course, Zhu Youzai's work was still no problem, otherwise he wouldn't have let Zhu Youzai be at ease until now. Being able to do things was always the first priority. On this point, Zhu Youzai had been very clear from beginning to end.

"Didn't you know all this when you gave birth to Xiao Bai before? Why are you saying you're tired now?"

Miss Bai gave birth to another girl, named Wang Yue, who had just turned one month old. It was her own initiative. She said it was to find a companion for her eldest son, so that it would be easier to inherit his industry in the future; one child wasn't enough, so they had to have a few more.

This was indeed the truth. There was only one Wang Yan in the world, and his empire really couldn't be inherited just like that. Now, two years after the last time, Long Teng had started to grow like a snowball, with beverages, food, machinery manufacturing, raw material production, international trade, and finance, and recently it had even started to get involved in real estate, developing a piece of land in Yuen Long, while also recruiting talent to start computer-related research. His debt was very high, and he was testing the edge of bankruptcy at all times.

Affected by this, HSBC and Standard Chartered were watching Long Teng every day, hoping it would collapse so they could receive high-quality assets. They hoped that other debtors could repay their money, but Long Teng... it would be better if it went bankrupt; those were all businesses that made big money...

Wang Yan could certainly control it; as time passed, it would only get bigger and bigger, and it was absolutely impossible for it to really go bankrupt. And he had started early this time; his successor really wouldn't be up to the task in the later stages. Not to mention that he was still developing in the police force, and his son had to participate in it no matter what.

Miss Bai considered things quite thoroughly, although it didn't matter to Wang Yan whether there was anyone to take over... but since it was Miss Bai's choice, if she wanted to have them, let her have them.

Hearing Wang Yan's words, Bai Yuechang curled her lips: "When I gave birth to Xiao Bai before, I was only responsible for breastfeeding; what else did I need to do? Now that I've given birth to Xiao Yue, you're busy with many things and don't have time to manage, and if it weren't for Auntie Li, I would have wanted to die."

This was feeling a lack of company, a lack of love... Wang Yan certainly wouldn't explain, because Miss Bai knew it all, she was just complaining: "How about we find another experienced auntie to come back, so you can go back to just breastfeeding."

"Forget it, having Auntie Li is enough; I'm not comfortable with too many people."

"Did you wash the son?"

"Isn't this waiting for you to come back? He insisted on washing with you, otherwise he would have been asleep long ago, making me accompany him for half a day." Miss Bai looked at her eldest son, who was hugging his father's thigh and being extremely affectionate, reached out her slender fingers to tap his forehead, muttering "little ungrateful thing," and then gave Wang Yan a flirtatious look: "It's getting late, take him to wash quickly, and go to sleep."

Wang Yan laughed and picked up his silly eldest son: "Let's go wash."

Watching the father and son walking away with "Aba Aba," Miss Bai gave a giggle, stretched her back, revealing the curves that were still slender after giving birth to two children, and turned back to the room...

The next day, Wang Yan woke up naturally and went for his daily exercise. Kowloon Tong was quite good; it was all low-rise bungalows and connected villas, which was very luxurious in a place like Hong Kong where there was very little flat land. After all, they were all the foreign devils' own people, and the people living here were all rich, so the environment was naturally good, and there was even a park. There was no dirt, chaos, or inconvenience in using water.

If you really want to talk about it, the biggest thing he had achieved so far was taking the lead in striving for water freedom for ordinary Hong Kong citizens. Although water here was still not cheap, there was no such thing as a limit. In other words, there would be no more water shortages in the future, which was generally a good thing.

After warming up and returning home, Miss Bai, who wanted to sleep in after her hard work at night, had woken up in despair because the second daughter was hungry and crying, so sleeping was impossible. The eldest son, Xiao Bai, was also awake, not resting early in the morning, and was struggling in his mother's legs, practicing his strength. There was only one nanny in the house, and she had to make breakfast, so she couldn't handle it. And she couldn't let the little one run around without anyone watching; even if she was very careful, it was inevitable that there would be sharp things, and it was easy for something to happen without anyone watching. So every morning, the house was very lively.

Liberating his eldest son who was practicing his strength, Wang Yan took him to wash, and they had a very happy time playing and fighting.

After a busy time, he handed his second daughter to the nanny to help take care of her, and the family of three started eating breakfast.

"Dad called this morning and said let's eat together tonight."

"Alright, then I'll come back early." Wang Yan nodded, glanced at his son who was eating with a small spoon and had made a mess of himself, rubbed his head, and told him as usual to pay attention to his eating manners and not make it too messy.

Actually, Bai Fanyu also lived in Kowloon Tong. He only bought a house here after knowing he had bought one, saying that they were a family and shouldn't be too far apart, that being closer was convenient, and that it would appreciate in value later. Not only in Kowloon Tong, but he also had houses in Repulse Bay, Deep Water Bay, and other places on the island, living here for a while and there for a while, which was quite carefree.

Ever since the war ended, Bai Fanyu had tasted the sweetness after the land he bought in North Point more than doubled in value, and he was determined to dive into real estate. Especially after a heart-to-heart talk with Wang Yan and hearing the analysis of the long-term trend, he was even more determined. Of course, it was mainly because he had grown like a snowball in the past two years, his business talent was maxed out, and he had the previous doubling of profits—in two words, trust.

And there was another point: Bai Fanyu had a son. Through the miraculous hands of Dr. Wang, his illness was cured. In order to hit the target and have a son, this old guy focused on sowing seeds and found four girls the same age as Miss Bai. Two were successfully pregnant, both sons, and they were already over a year old now.

As for the two girls who gave birth to sons, Bai Fanyu showed very well what it meant to "want them all," directly holding a grand banquet and marrying both at once, which was quite glorious. It was also because the current marriage law didn't forbid concubines, so his taking concubines wasn't against the law.

Miss Bai couldn't say she was happy, but she wasn't very unhappy either; she just ignored Bai Fanyu for more than half a year and squeezed Wang Yan with her words from time to time...

To tell the truth, Wang Mouren was very innocent. He had been quite honest this time he came over and basically didn't mess around with relationships. Because of his father-in-law's trouble, he was a bit "that way." The most critical thing was that it was Miss Bai who dragged him to see the doctor for her father, so where could he go to reason?

Fortunately, it was just that period, and it was over once it passed. As for Bai Fanyu, after much persuasion, he finally coaxed his precious daughter, which was considered turning the page, and the family returned to harmony.

After eating, he played with the energetic Xiao Bai for a while, stretched his arms and legs, which was considered helping him exercise. It wasn't until nearly nine o'clock that he went out to drive to Kwai Chung. It was definitely late for work at this time, but who would care about him?

Driving to the police station, he didn't stop, greeted two uniformed police officers, and started strolling around the jurisdiction, with his hands behind his back, swaying, very arrogant.

He had already given the order that from today on, anyone on the street who disturbed order, showed off, or looked for trouble would be caught and beaten at the police station. At the same time, he started to dig out the backlog of cases, do a good job of classification, and continue the previous model, starting to significantly improve the case-solving rate. As for those who destroyed order, those within the jurisdiction would be sent to take the blame, and those outside the jurisdiction would also be sent to take the blame.

Now he wasn't a nobody, and many people were paying attention to his every move. The news of his transfer to Kwai Chung wasn't a secret, and the hooligans in the Kwai Chung jurisdiction should know it even more. If anyone jumped out to be an eyesore, that was challenging him. Not to mention his status as a police officer, he was a newly risen Chinese business tycoon—was that something a small hooligan could insult? Whoever jumped out, he would destroy.

In fact, from a general direction, the source of chaos in Hong Kong and Kowloon now wasn't those big and small hooligan leaders, because now the police and bandits were one family, and the interests of both sides were tied together—you're good, I'm good, and the hooligan gangs were very cooperative with the police work. The real source of chaos came from the sudden increase in domestic immigrants in recent years.

Although the famous large-scale escapes to Hong Kong hadn't broken out yet, the snakeheads traveling between the two places had never been idle, and the number of people coming from the mainland was increasing year by year. Most of them had no work, lived in the Walled City, and were having a miserable time. Over time, a group of people who were idle and couldn't make money watched those hooligans making more money and living more comfortably—how could they not be moved?

So some joined other gangs, and some huddled together for warmth and established their own factions, which was the prototype of the so-called "Big Circle Gang." Of course, the real development of the Big Circle Gang wouldn't be until the late 1950s, when they truly became an alternative force. Because most of those who escaped to Hong Kong were poor and hungry, they were moved to do evil, and their methods were much more ruthless than ordinary hooligans, so their destruction of order was very great.

This situation was also easy to solve; as long as there were corresponding jobs, it would be enough. But it was also the most difficult; it was quite difficult for locals to find work, let alone outsiders. It was foreseeable that there would be a lot of trouble in the future.

Of course, those were things to pay attention to later; what needed to be done now was to destroy those who didn't have eyes... ===== CHAPTER 354 =====