Chapter 357: Promoted to Detective Sergeant

"How is it? Is it all solved? And what about that bastard Du Yushan?"

In the Kwai Chung Police Station, while Wang Yan was taking care of a group of little cubs, Miss Bai, who was wearing silk pajamas and still had a beautiful curve, yawned and sat at the table while eating breakfast.

She naturally knew about the big movement during the day yesterday, but she didn't know about the night. But she wasn't too worried, on one hand, she knew her man could fight, and on the other hand, she knew Wang Yan was now the big brother of nearly half of the Chinese police officers, so he definitely wouldn't take the lead himself, which was why she could sleep so peacefully, and even sleep in.

If she knew that Wang Yan not only took the lead himself, but was also cut by two knives and shot by three guns, she probably wouldn't be so lazy, and would have to mutter for ten days and a half months.

Of course, even if he wanted to hide it, he couldn't hide it for long. After all, the matter yesterday made such a big noise, and after fermentation this morning, by the afternoon, the black and white worlds would all know about his heroic deeds yesterday.

"Brother Yan took the lead himself, so it was naturally solved. Du Yushan should be buried by now."

"That bastard, he should have died long ago."

The second daughter Xiao Yue raised her head: "Mom, why is he a bastard? Why should he have died long ago?"

Miss Bai was stunned for a moment, then explained stammeringly: "Hmm... he's a bad person, making us unable to play happily, so we have to let him..."

"Mom is right. Bad people should have a distinctive title and the destination they deserve. Come, Xiao Yue, eat vegetables, don't just drink porridge."

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Xiao Yue showed her missing teeth: "Thank you, Dad."

"I want it too, I want it too." Seeing his father giving it to his sister but not having his share, the third and fourth brothers were of one heart, patting the table anxiously.

Xiao Bai curled his lips; he felt his two younger brothers were too childish...

Wang Yan laughed and gave vegetables to all the children, chatting with them about messy things. Of course, he didn't tell jokes; the children were too young, and he could save them if they choked, but it was always the children who suffered. It was just listening to these little cubs sharing, he listened carefully, and then expressed some small opinions to influence them.

As for Miss Bai's lack of restraint, it was just like that. She had known her mistakes more than once, and criticism was useless; she was just that true.

Children were curious. Although they were fooled by him now, they would definitely care about it in the future. However, by the time she asked next time, he believed that Miss Bai, the mother, had already thought about how to explain it to her daughter.

'Dong, dong, dong'

Just as the family was having a warm breakfast, a knock on the door sounded. The nanny, who was silent at the table and helped take care of the children from time to time, consciously got up and ran to open the door.

As soon as she heard the movement of opening the door, a burst of happy footsteps came. It was the two little brothers-in-law running over, calling out one by one, and without needing anyone to greet them, they sat at the table themselves.

Facing Wang Yan's greeting, Bai Fanyu waved his hand, looking at his two precious sons with annoyance: "We ate breakfast before coming. These two stinky boys, they look like I, the father, am mistreating them."

A few years passed, and Bai Fanyu didn't add any new children, because this old guy hadn't been restrained since he had a son, and he had been drinking and whoring as before, feasting all night. In his words, this life was enough. With a son, not short of money, a daughter who married well, and a son-in-law who was top-notch, even if he died, his son would have someone to take care of him in the future, and his task was completed. So now this old guy, besides loving his late-born son, was just playing.

The most critical thing was that Wang Yan had risen in the past two years. As a father-in-law, Bai Fanyu's face was very useful. Originally, few people dared to provoke him, and now with Wang Yan's addition, he was even more of a Chinese big boss. Everything was smooth and successful, and there were no worries.

You can't bring it when you're born, and you can't take it when you die, so this old guy was the one who saw it clearly.

"There are many children, so it's lively to eat together." Wang Yan shook his head and smiled, didn't let his father-in-law wait too long, finished breakfast quickly, followed his father-in-law to the pavilion built for shade outside the door, sat down, and puffed on cigarettes.

"Heard you were shot?"

"Hmm."

Bai Fanyu smoked a big cigar and exhaled smoke: "You didn't go to talk to Huang Shengwei, how did you end it?"

"Du Yushan committed suicide, compensated me for the loss of twenty million..." Wang Yan explained the situation to his father-in-law in detail, including the situation of the 14K and his concerns, etc.

"You're right, it's fine like this now. With the twenty million from the 14K, not only is the factory's loss enough to compensate, but the money sent to the foreign devils is also enough, and there are still a few million left. Not to mention making a big profit, it's not a loss. Is there any problem with this promotion to detective sergeant? Once you are promoted to detective sergeant, Yan Tong and the others can't suppress you anymore, and instead, you have to start cleaning them up. Can they be willing?"

"What if they aren't willing? I rely on upright strength, and I have never engaged in small actions with them. If they are still ignorant this time and keep jumping up and down, I won't be soft-hearted. And the foreign devils aren't fools. My power in the police force is there this time, so they have to give it."

"Alright, don't be polite with me if you need anything." Bai Fanyu nodded and sighed: "Know that you don't look at my family foundation, but that is also what I exchanged for more than twenty years of hard work. A-Yan, I couldn't have imagined that you, a boy, would reach today's step in just over six years, alone, starting from scratch, it's amazing."

"How amazing can it be? Aren't I still fascinated by your precious daughter, willing to call you Dad?"

"Then I'm still a step better?" Bai Fanyu laughed loudly.

After a night, the situation in various places was summarized, and Wang Yan had a concrete grasp of the current situation.

Compared to the original riot, where more than four hundred people were injured and fifty-nine died, and more than one hundred police officers were injured, this time there was his suppression, so it was even more ruthless. The number of injured reached more than eight hundred, the number of deaths reached one hundred and twenty-eight, and more than two hundred police officers in the police force were injured. This casualty figure was almost double the original, making the riot event, which was already the largest in Hong Kong and Kowloon, even more so.

Of course, this didn't count the aftermath of the original riot; otherwise, the casualties of the whole event wouldn't be much different from this time. But now it was suppressed in one day and completely solved, without letting the riot expand. Whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, it didn't matter; anyway, it was done, and it was in line with his current interests, so it was a good thing.

He could now talk directly to Grantham and Maxwell. Of course, it wasn't because of his status in the police force, but because of his identity as the number one Chinese billionaire in Hong Kong and Kowloon. Although most of the workers under him were families of police officers in the police force, families were also citizens, and that was employment, but there was ambition, which was harmless. After all, even if they weren't in the police force, it was reasonable and legal to recruit police families to work as a simple businessman. Although Long Teng had close exchanges with domestic business, it was all within the rules, and what the foreign devils could do was just be a little vigilant.

Wang Yan had never hidden his ambition to climb up in the police force, and everything was on the table. This time, he mobilized nearly a thousand police officers to suppress the riot without authorization from his superiors, and several foreign devil senior leaders ran over to endorse the formal compliance for him, which couldn't help but make them respect him.

So it had reached this point, and he was too lazy to hide it. He personally ran to the headquarters on the island and reported the situation to Maxwell, skipping several levels. Of course, skipping levels to report was always a taboo in officialdom, but he had called a string of foreign devil leaders above him in advance. And Maxwell received the specific summary of the situation and reported it to the Governor of Hong Kong, Grantham, who had emergency returned from his beautiful vacation, and other high-level Hong Kong government officials, who studied and discussed how to handle the aftermath and how to report it upward.

October 1 is the National Day of the mainland, and October 10 is the National Day of the Nationalist government. Both sides have some friction every year. And it was the same in the factory. Some unions had clear flags and didn't let hostile people work. As the largest Chinese businessman in Hong Kong and Kowloon, the various factories under Long Teng had also had contradictions in this regard before. The families of Chinese police officers also had inclinations, plus some people planned secretly, and his union had also had trouble, but later it all passed smoothly.

This kind of thing happened every year, and it was because of the pushing of various people this year, plus maybe he, Wang Mouren, was indeed too arrogant, so it made a big noise.

In fact, what was the reason for the outbreak of the Double Tenth Riot, who was behind it, and what kind of hatred and resentment it was, didn't matter at all. Because he recovered the losses and gave him merit to be promoted to detective sergeant, it was enough.

As for the old ghosts hiding behind, they couldn't cause him any influence. If they could, these people wouldn't be playing tricks behind his back; they were all small garbage that couldn't be on the table. With the development of Long Teng and the rise of his status in the police force, even if he didn't deliberately target them, these people would be eliminated. It was the natural law of survival of the fittest.

Back to the things considered by the upper level, it had nothing to do with him. Anyway, he was just listening to Maxwell's instructions and started ordering other detective sergeants and sergeants to try the thousands of people detained in the police station, and finally reported the results, which he summarized and reported upward.

Zhu Youzai was responsible for logistics, supplying meals to police officers in various police stations without limit, ensuring that the police officers who worked diligently for him wouldn't go hungry.

He really didn't mean to expand; it was just normal following the vine to find the melon, finally catching a few 14K people who were pushed out to take the blame, catching some hooligan leaders in various areas, and sweeping a few venues, and that was it. As for the rest, naturally, there were 14K people to handle it themselves, so he didn't need to worry.

Finally, Grantham still reported as originally, pointing out that there was no evidence to show that the incident was premeditated, but that members of the Triad who supported the Nationalist government attempted to disturb social order to achieve their criminal purposes. The violent incident was mostly the connection between Nationalist supporters and Triad members, settling old scores with leftist unions, attempting to seize the leading power of the labor sector, and did not have distinct political purposes.

It was defined as hooligan harassment and crime, provoking social security, and taking the opportunity to act recklessly.

The storm of the riot passed, and it was a month later, November 15, the weather was sunny.

Kowloon District Police Station, luxury cars that were mostly black and white in this era stopped at the entrance of the police station, and a group of Chinese people with different expressions and expensive handmade suits organized the wrinkles on their suits and walked into the police station.

Just then, the same black car stopped. As soon as the car stopped, the passenger door opened quickly, and a fat man who looked a bit strong ran down to open the rear door.

Under the gaze of everyone's different and complex eyes, a big leather shoe that had been polished brightly stepped on the ground, and then the tall owner of that foot bent down to get out of the car. His hair was as bright as his big leather shoes. He organized the wrinkles of his suit like the previous people, patted the strong fat man on the shoulder, and he walked with confident steps, stepping into the police station under everyone's gaze.

This person was naturally Wang Yan. Today he was called to attend the mid-month detective sergeant meeting, and because they were plainclothes detective sergeants, they didn't have uniforms, so the dress code for the meeting was a suit. Of course, there was no color requirement, all depending on the mood.

The strong fat man who opened the door for him naturally didn't need to say much, Zhu Youzai. This kid said it was a big happy day for being promoted to detective sergeant, and as a loyal little brother, he had to accompany him to come. He arrived in Kowloon Tong early in the morning, ate breakfast, and came together.

Seeing Wang Yan walking towards this side, a group of detective sergeants stopped their steps. At this time, whether they were in the same group or not, those who felt their status was low would call "Brother Yan" to greet him, and only the few people in front didn't speak.

"Why, Brother Tong? Officer Lan? Don't recognize me?"

Yan Tong twitched his mouth and laughed: "How could that be, Brother Wang, I'll congratulate you on being promoted to

"Yes, congratulations in advance." Lan Gang also cupped his hands: "You've accomplished a great feat this time; you've finally achieved your wish."

"It's all thanks to the good fortune of you detectives. Without your care, I might have become a detective long ago."

"Brother Wang is joking." Yan Tong's expression remained unchanged as he laughingly changed the subject: "But as your older brother, I still have to say something to you—why didn't you think of your brothers during the riots earlier? We should all share the credit together, right?"

"It's meaningless for you to say that, Brother Tong. At the time, I called the other detectives in Changsha Wan and Kowloon, but they all spoke with one voice, and not a single one came. If I remember correctly, they are all your and Detective Lan's men, right?" Wang Yan patted his shoulder: "I heard you have a good relationship with Huang Shengwei?"

"What are you saying, Brother Wang? We're all out here hustling, everyone wants to get rich, and Hong Kong and Kowloon aren't that big—isn't it normal to know each other? If you're talking about a good relationship... I also have good relationships with those bosses from the 'He' triads, and even better relationships with those people in the Walled City. You mustn't make baseless accusations."

Although Yan Tong appeared very natural, Wang Yan still keenly detected a trace of imperceptible evasion in his eyes.

Ignoring him, Wang Yan turned his head to stare at the other detectives: "What about you all? How is your relationship with Huang Shengwei?"

Unsurprisingly, the answers he received were naturally evasive, with no one willing to admit to the matter.

In fact, he was only asking tentatively. As the saying goes, the enemy of an enemy is a friend; in places he didn't know about, Yan Tong and the others had many friends. And Yan Tong's underworld ties were very strong; having connections with the 14K beyond just collecting protection fees was truly normal. It was hard to say about the others, as they had been prepared, but Yan Tong's reaction fully demonstrated that he had a hand in this.

"Let's all go in; don't keep the officers waiting." Wang Yan gave a light laugh, turned around, and walked in first. Of course, there would be the awkwardness of not knowing the way for those coming for the first time, but Chen Tong and Ceng Rongjiang were both detectives, and there were other detectives who had successively defected over the years, so it wouldn't be awkward at all.

In a conference room on the second floor, Wang Yan casually found a seat and sat down, with Chen Tong and Ceng Rongjiang sitting on his left and right, while the other detectives also tacitly sat in their respective groups.

The number of detectives was not small; after all, there were so many districts divided, and some places had multiple detectives. In total, there were nearly sixty people. These sixty people represented the collective interests of nearly ten thousand Chinese police officers in the force. But unfortunately, the infighting among the people here aside, most were just acting as dogs for others.

At a glance, one could see clearly that the power struggle among the Chinese detectives was now left only to Yan Tong, Lan Gang, and three others who were surrounded by people. Besides them, the two Chief Detectives were outside the five elements. They had reached the end of their careers, were getting old, and only wanted to rake in money, not wanting to bother with other matters. The former Liu Fu had now ascended to the position of Chief Detective of Kowloon and would have to step down in a few years.

Of course, he, Wang Mou, was also a faction, and he had the most people surrounding him. Counting himself, there were twenty-six people; nearly half of the detectives were hustling with him. From this, one could also see that of the nearly ten thousand Chinese police officers in the force, nearly five thousand listened to his orders. It could also be seen that in the factories under Long Teng, counting four people per family, at least twenty thousand police officers' direct family members were working in the factories. The current population of Hong Kong and Kowloon was less than three million.

If one counted the family members of other disciplined services personnel, then for every hundred people, there was one working for Long Teng. On the other hand, this data also showed how much energy he had in Hong Kong and Kowloon, and how much he invited hatred.

Yan Tong and the others could only rival him if they banded together. Perhaps this was also why Yan Tong couldn't hold back; he felt the crisis. Their finances were getting worse and worse; relying on the black money collected and factory profits was becoming harder and harder to sustain, so it was understandable that they wanted to take a shortcut. After all, the simplest and most effective way to solve a problem was to solve the person who was the problem. Without a doubt, the biggest problem was Wang Mou—if they didn't target him, who would they target?

In fact, he wasn't that ruthless. Relatively speaking, the quality of the detectives under him wasn't high; most were players from obscure corners with no oil and water, still much worse than Yan Tong's group. But he never looked at oil and water; he looked at the loyalty of the grassroots Chinese police officers and the influence that brought—that was the key.

After waiting a short while, the Director of the Criminal Investigation Department, at the rank of Assistant Commissioner, full name William Kapp, walked in with one Chief Superintendent, two Senior Superintendents, four Superintendents, and an interpreter. He had light yellow curly hair and blue eyes. Because Westerners have large frames, he also looked very sturdy and burly. He wore sideburns, dressed in the same green uniform as the uniformed police, but his shoulder rank was much, much higher. The attire of the others was the same.

Looking at this group of Westerners, Wang Yan couldn't help but once again have the thought of changing the uniforms for the police force...

William and the other Westerners walked to the table in the front row. A group of detectives tacitly stood up, saluted, and shouted "Yes, sir!"

Glancing at Wang Yan, who was standing in the front row on the side, and looking at the different camps that hadn't changed because of Wang Yan's arrival, the corners of William's eyes couldn't help but twitch. Immediately, he said "Hmm," and after saluting with the other Westerners, everyone tacitly sat down.

"According to the Commissioner's instructions, we will summarize and reflect on last month's riots and put forward some requirements for everyone present..."

Summarizing experiences and lessons is something that must be done in every dynasty and generation, both domestically and abroad; there was nothing fresh about it. The interpreter spoke the Westerner's words to the group of detectives present, who were sitting quite upright and looking very serious.

Including Wang Yan, no one cared what the Westerner was summarizing; they just listened to the Westerner mumbling and let their minds wander.

William was reading from a paper in the front, occasionally looking up to talk about other matters, dragging things out in an annoying way. It wasn't until he detailed the process and results of the riots, stated the requirements for future work, and the work tasks for the current stage, that everyone became a bit more spirited, knowing that the serious business had arrived.

"Alright, that's all for the riots. I hope everyone can pay attention in the future to avoid similar incidents from happening again. Now, let's talk about personnel changes."

William took a sip of water, scanned the people in the room, and continued: "In this riot, Wang Yan organized in a timely manner, controlled the scale of the riots, and did not let them spread to cause greater losses; he has made a major contribution. Therefore, starting next week, Wang Yan is transferred to be the Tsim Sha Tsui Detective. The original Tsim Sha Tsui Detective is transferred to Pat Heung, and the original Pat Heung Detective is retiring...."

Yan Tong had no heart to listen to the subsequent transfers; his gaze was gloomy as he looked at Wang Yan, who was sitting with his legs crossed and a smile on the corner of his mouth not far away. That smile, in his eyes, was mockery.

The Tsim Sha Tsui Detective was his man, and now he was transferred to Pat Heung. Pat Heung was under Yuen Long, and Yuen Long was full of Wang Yan's factories; one could guess with their feet that everyone up and down there was Wang Yan's person. Now that his subordinate was transferred there, he was just going to be a mascot; he couldn't even command anyone, let alone rake in money. One could already declare in advance that this subordinate was finished, unless he was willing to spend money to help his subordinate make a comeback and replace someone else's position, but that was really not easy.

The blow wasn't just the loss of a big, oily territory like Tsim Sha Tsui; more importantly, he hadn't been able to get the news in advance for this transfer, and he hadn't been able to protect his subordinate. This was an immensely huge blow to his prestige and the interest group headed by him. After all, he was the big brother, and now his subordinate had been targeted, and he hadn't been able to protect him. If he couldn't pull one of Wang Yan's detectives down and transfer that subordinate over, then how could he guarantee the safety of others? Then what would others think? What if Wang Yan targeted them next?

He had a total of seven detectives under him, eight including himself. Now that one had been targeted, the remaining six would inevitably have thoughts about him, and the internal situation would inevitably be disunited. At the same time, the detectives who were still insisting, like Lan Gang, and the subordinates of his allies, seeing the situation of his subordinate, would inevitably feel insecure, shaking the morale of the army and disintegrating their loose alliance.

As long as Wang Yan threw out an olive branch, they might change their allegiance and directly hollow them out. By then, they would be isolated and helpless, and could only wait for death.

Thinking clearly about all the unfavorable situations, Yan Tong couldn't help but sincerely greet Wang Mou's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart...