Chapter 360

The world never turns for anyone, and it doesn't stop because of anyone. Time arrived at January, 1957.

The storm of Yan Tong's death passed quickly, having no impact at all. If one had to say there was, it would be that when Yan Tong was alive, people all said he was powerful and all wanted to be valued and promoted by him. But now, when people mention him, the evil deeds he did in the past are all dug up and exposed one by one, calling him a "scumbag" at every turn, and they talk with great relish about his specific cause of death.

Wang Yan successfully took over Yan Tong's businesses and his influence in the police force. The vacant Central District Detective Sergeant position was filled by a young man with a decent resume, recommended by him. Of course, this young man is thirty years old.

As for Lei Luo, his number one lackey, Wang Yan of course took care of him. He was promoted to Senior Detective Sergeant at the beginning of the year, and he was directly promoted to Senior Detective Sergeant. And it was prepared that when the end of the year came, arrangements would be made for him to be promoted to Detective Sergeant.

For Chen Tong, who was no longer young, he gave a clear indication, allowing him to work until his retirement in '60—he had made enough. This was much better than Chen Tong originally only working until '52, and then being tossed around by a small fry like Rattlesnake after retirement. Moreover, Chen Tong's eldest son has now also entered the police force as a plainclothes officer, inheriting his mantle.

Chen Tong is a sensible person, maximizing the relationship between him and Wang Yan. He himself had made enough money, went home to retire and enjoy life, and having Wang Yan's name to hold up was enough to settle the vast majority of troubles. Although he could continue to work until '60, that was already considered Wang Yan's repayment, but he didn't want to lose face by getting his son in, and Wang Yan wouldn't fail to take care of him.

Wang Yan understood all these thoughts, but didn't pay much attention to them. An old man, shameless for his son's future, for the sake of the family's prosperity in the future, is understandable.

As for Lan Gang...

At the Chang'e Milk Tea Shop in Tsim Sha Tsui, at the innermost table, Wang Yan's family of six, each with a cup of milk tea, gathered together laughing and playing poker, playing "Old Turtle." There is no such way of playing here; it was taught by Mr. Wang himself.

Being a Detective Sergeant in Tsim Sha Tsui is of course not a difficult job. He invites his subordinates to a drink, and basically, it's done. What can be solved is definitely digested by himself, and what cannot be solved will definitely be brought to him.

So he became leisurely again, wandering around with his wife and children when he had nothing to do. Today, they came out shopping to buy clothes for the children, and just happened to run into rain, so they came to the milk tea shop to sit and play for a while.

Little Yue's chubby little hands were testing back and forth on the last two cards in her father's hand, hesitant. Her big eyes were fixed on her father, hoping to see some clues on his face or in his eyes.

But unfortunately, her father's face was expressionless.

Finally, her patience ran out, and with a "let it all go" attitude, she reached out to pinch a card, only to find her father's mouth slightly raised in a fleeting smile: "No, I choose this one."

Wang Yan was expressionless: "Are you sure? Do you really not want to consider it again?"

"Not considering, just this one, reveal the cards." The little one was very proud, her voice couldn't help but get a bit louder, fiercely pulling out that card and slamming it onto the table.

"Dad, you are so cunning..." Seeing the big ghost on the table, Little Yue looked dejectedly at her chuckling father, not forgetting to glare at the two younger brothers to the side who had already been laughing their heads off.

Wang Yan chuckled as he looked at her: "Hurry up, it's my turn to draw, you're about to become the little turtle."

Miss Bai couldn't be bothered to pay attention to them; she felt this game was very strange, because no matter who lost or won, weren't they all turtles? Although she and the three sons had already run away first...

"Hmph, this time it's definitely not me." Little Yue grabbed that big king, put it together with the card in her hand, and tossed it back and forth, up and down, left and right. After a long while, she stopped, put the two cards on the table, and signaled her father to choose a card with her eyes.

After tossing it back and forth for a long time, she herself didn't know which was which, so she didn't believe her father could still know.

Wang Yan really knew; after all, it was tossed right in front of him, and he saw it very clearly. Without hesitation, he directly picked up a card and put it together with his own, just about to add some suspense before revealing the cards to stir up the atmosphere, when a plainclothes officer pushed the door and walked in from outside: "Brother Yan."

"What's the matter?"

"Lan Gang, Han Sen, and Li Yiwen are waiting for you at the police station. The patrolling uniformed officer just said he saw you here."

Nodding, Wang Yan stood up and said: "Alright, Dad won't play with you anymore, we'll talk when we get home. Let's go, Miss Bai."

Wang Yan received many phone calls related to interests, not to mention that the foreigners' side didn't feel very good. Because originally they wanted balance, but Yan Tong died, and the remaining few people also surrendered unpromisingly, so where could they balance?

And what made them even more irritable was that the two Chief Detective Sergeants who had been in office for only a few years, at the end of January, in the good days before the New Year, both went to William to apply for retirement. The rhetoric was consistent, saying they were old and could not handle things, hoping to return home to enjoy their old age and wait for death.

Actually, these two Chief Detective Sergeants also had strength, but in the process of their upward movement, they inevitably failed to take care of the interests below. After the internal competition of Detective Sergeants started, they also opened factories, but they were promoted later, had nowhere to go, and finally divided them among Wang Yan, Yan Tong, and others. They also didn't expect Wang Yan to be so fierce; the originally balanced situation didn't even last three days before it ended...

Now Wang Yan leads all Chinese police officers. The two of them blocked the way, and there was no power to resist below. The end of clinging to power and not leaving is only a bad death. What's more, they both participated in the amateur swimming competition for the elderly organized by Long Teng Tea Drinks to advertise energy drinks recently, and both received generous prizes...

Wan Chai, the Hong Kong Island Police Headquarters, which was newly completed four years ago on Arsenal Street and named Jianwei Building, was newly put into use.

Commissioner of Police Maxwell, and a group of high-level police constitutional officers above the rank of Assistant Commissioner, sat in two rows for a meeting, with William, the Director of the Criminal Investigation Department, prominently among them.

After listening to William's report, Maxwell couldn't help but shake his head: "Even the Chief Detective Sergeants were forced to resign..."

"I heard they participated in the swimming competition organized by Wang."

Hearing this, Maxwell's sharp eyes glared at the Assistant Commissioner who spoke: "Shut up, haven't you ever won a prize? What we are discussing now is how to curb Wang Yan's will in the Chinese police force, not letting you say these useless nonsense."

That Assistant Commissioner lowered his head and didn't speak, but couldn't help but curl his lips. Son of a bitch, you're the one who wins the most, and you're still curbing your mother...

"We have no way, Commissioner. Now all Chinese police officers listen to his orders. Our fellow Detective Sergeants want to do things, they all have to notify Wang Yan first, because if there is no nod from Wang Yan, they simply cannot mobilize the Chinese police officers under them."

"Not only the operations department, as far as I know, in police stations everywhere, including our headquarters, there are also some civilian Chinese police officers actively leaning towards Wang Yan. If this continues, I'm afraid in a few years, even we will have to ask him for instructions to do things."

One word after another, the high-level police force stated how incredible Wang Yan is now, expressing their worries about the future.

Maxwell looked at William, who had been quiet: "You are Wang Yan's superior officer, William, tell us your views."

"Commissioner, no matter how powerful Wang Yan is, he is ultimately under us, and his power is granted by us." William cleared his throat and said: "There is no interest group that can truly be united; they are always seeking unity in struggle. Now the Chinese police officers in the police force are also like this. We have to admit that Wang Yan is a genius, but in seven years, he has walked to this step in the police force, and at the same time, he is also the richest businessman in Hong Kong.

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Now he has reached the highest level among the Chinese, and there are only a few places with rich oil and water. I think it is also time for them to start fighting internally because of interests, just like we did originally, but now it has changed to Wang Yan being the referee. Then why can't we use this point?"

The meeting room was silent for a while, all thinking about William's words.

Maxwell can be the Commissioner, naturally he is not a waste. What William said, he had considered long ago, and already had a plan. Discussing in a meeting is just hoping that his subordinates will give him some highly feasible new suggestions. But unfortunately, there were none.

And the most critical point is that Wang Yan is too rich. If Wang Yan were a person from their country, with the same face as them, based on what Wang Yan has shown, he might have already mixed up a honorary knighthood. Of course, that was his secret sigh. What he wanted to say was that his compatriots sitting here must have people working for Wang Yan.

This is understandable. Although they hold power, in order to consider a worry-free life of enjoying family happiness after returning to their hometown after retirement, helping Wang Yan is also normal. In fact, if it weren't for him being the Commissioner of Police, he might have made such a choice. After all, if you really talk about it, maybe he is the one among these people who participates in the most activities organized by Long Teng, and the prize amount is the largest...

After a long while, Maxwell said: "I have decided to add the position of Chief Chinese Detective Sergeant, to lead all Chinese police officers in the police force, to be held by Wang Yan. At the same time, three Chief Detective Sergeants will be set up in Hong Kong Island, Kowloon, and the New Territories, reporting to Wang Yan, and can also report directly to the Criminal Investigation Department. Lan Gang will be the Chief Detective Sergeant of Hong Kong Island, Han Sen will be the Chief Detective Sergeant of the New Territories, and the Chief Detective Sergeant of Kowloon will be recommended by Wang Yan. Now, vote by show of hands." After saying that, he raised his right hand and looked at the high-level police force present.

The others were stunned for a moment, then reacted, chuckled, and raised their hands. Passed unanimously...

"I recommend Li Yiwen to be promoted to Chief Detective Sergeant of Kowloon."

Kowloon District Police Station, Wang Yan gently flicked the ash of the cigarette with his slender fingers, chuckling as he looked at William opposite him.

Just like originally performed, when the foreigners wanted to move against Lei Luo, the foreigners said politics is their specialty. This is a very clever political means, but it is not a very clever means.

The cleverness lies in the fact that he is indeed mixing under others, and he has no right to refute the decisions of the upper level, so he can only follow them. The lack of cleverness lies in the fact that this has no new ideas. This kind of thing has been repeated countless times in history, and it happens repeatedly.

Nothing more than dividing and disintegrating, using the unfair handling of affairs or lack of balance that might appear in him to arouse the resentment in the hearts of a group of loyal subordinates who follow him, thereby reducing his influence among Chinese police officers.

The key to the candidate for Chief Detective Sergeant this time is that Lan Gang and Han Sen, who opposed him to the end, gained the greatest benefits—no death, no bankruptcy, no wandering the streets, got rid of the high salary and high welfare to support police families, recovered part of the money invested before, and were promoted to Chief Detective Sergeants. Then what about those who followed him from the beginning?

They won't think this is the foreigner's division means; they will only care that what they got is not as much as imagined. Unlike his indifference, the vast majority of people care more about the official title.

Leaving a candidate for him, on the one hand, shows respect for him, and on the other hand, it is also to stimulate his subordinates first. After all, he has so many supporters, this candidate can only be the one with the greatest merit. But to put it bluntly, anyone who feels they have followed him for a long time will feel their merit is great, and whoever is chosen is wrong.

So since that's the case, then no one should be on it; let the people of the anti-Wang front all be Chief Detective Sergeants.

He is not afraid of this kind of means, because the foreigners ignored one point, and perhaps it is a point they don't care about—his foundation is not the Detective Sergeant, but the nearly ten thousand ordinary police officers.

Perhaps the foreigners took it for granted that now he has unified all Detective Sergeants, and provided jobs for the families of all police officers, everyone is on the same level, and the situation is the same as before.

But the real situation is definitely not like this. Perhaps later new police officers, graduating from the police academy, taking office for the first time, their families can have high-paying, high-welfare jobs, and don't feel there is anything, even thinking this is what it should be. Of course, fools who really think so won't reach high positions. But the original police officers don't think so; they know deeply how much "Brother Yan" has helped them.

Perhaps they cannot be promoted, perhaps they are in a barren place without oil and water, but they don't have to be responsible for supporting their families. The money they earn is all managed by their own small families. Even if they work in the worst places, their family life is still something most other people can't catch up with. If you add Wang Yan's good reputation for many years of management and packaging—treating illnesses, borrowing money, settling things—Wang Yan's prestige is unmatched.

So, at least for the current batch of ordinary police officers, whatever "Brother Yan" says is what it is.

It is also this loyalty that comes from the simple gratitude of many ordinary police officers that gives Wang Yan supreme power. Simply put, although he has reached the highest position, he can still control ordinary frontline police officers, and he can empty any Detective Sergeant.

Because of the composition of Hong Kong's population, it is of course a common thing for Chinese people in the police force to form cliques. It's like the original Lei Luo and Chen Tong; just the identity of being fellow Chaozhou villagers naturally gave birth to a point of closeness. Then there are Chaoshan, and other places, and there will also be factional struggles. If you add the struggles that come from different oil and water, the internal police force is also very chaotic, although it is the same now that he has unified Chinese police officers.

So the struggles that were originally there don't care about the foreigners adding fuel to the fire. He has only one line: whoever is not honest, he will take them down. There is no shortage of Detective Sergeants; a large number of police officers are waiting to get ahead.

So this time it has no impact on him; just take down a few who feel they have great merit.

As for the fact that after this batch of police officers retires, he will gradually lose the gratitude in the hearts of the grassroots police officers, this kind of thing will not happen, because he is still there. People are not afraid of never having, but afraid of losing after having. With the development of Long Teng, he will continue to increase additional welfare for Chinese police officers. Every time they enjoy one, they will inevitably be grateful for "Brother Yan's" care, and fools who think it should be like this are ultimately in the minority...

William frowned and looked at Wang Yan: "Wang, are you really not considering it again?"

"What is there to hesitate about? Just let Li Yiwen be the Chief Detective Sergeant of Kowloon!" Wang Yan chuckled and shook his head: "Or, who do you hope I recommend?"

Sensing the impatience in his tone, William shrugged: "Fine, as you wish."

"Then that's it. I have things to do, I'm leaving first, Officer." Wang Yan didn't stay, stood up, straightened his clothes, turned, and left.

William looked at the office door, speechless for a long time. He was thinking about the intention of Wang Yan doing this...

February 15th, 1957, on this good day, the second day of the Lantern Festival, at the mid-month Detective Sergeant meeting, in front of fifty-seven Chinese Detective Sergeants, William, the Director of the Criminal Investigation Department, announced the new appointment at the meeting: Wang Yan will hold the newly established position of Chief Chinese Detective Sergeant. At the same time, he also announced the appointments of Lan Gang, Han Sen, and Li Yiwen as Chief Detective Sergeants.

At this time, it was only three months since Wang Yan was promoted to Detective Sergeant of Tsim Sha Tsui, so fast that many people were not prepared, including the Chief Detective Sergeants of the three places. Because after William announced the appointment, he kept the three of them alone...

Facing a group of Detective Sergeants who wanted to know the inside story and had different thoughts, Wang Yan simply comforted them with a few words, then directly took a car and left the District Police Station, crossing the sea to the company headquarters. Because now that all businesses have been merged, he has been very busy recently.

And in the afternoon, Lan Gang, Han Sen, and Li Yiwen, who had lunch with William, ran to the Long Teng headquarters in Central in a panic, because they felt they would have a heart attack in the next moment, and they didn't want to die...