Chapter 223: Cutting the Tail to Survive

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "Starting from today, I will send people to protect your safety. Furthermore, you, along with the best lawyer in Hong Kong, are to bite down hard on Feilao Li for me. Once the wind changes, I will have someone take you to the mainland immediately. Rest assured, I will ensure you enjoy a life of wealth and luxury."

Huang Dawen felt a chill down his back, and after a long while, he nodded and said, "Yes, I understand, Sir Chen."

The telephone rang abruptly; it was He Guorong.

He Guorong picked up the phone, and after listening, he stood up and gave a bitter smile: "The ICAC has their eyes on me, Big Brother. I'm afraid I won't be able to come over and have tea with you in the future."

"What's going on?" Chen Jiajun stood up abruptly.

He Guorong shook his head and said, "Someone betrayed our Political Department. I'm afraid they know about the relationship between you and me."

Rumble.

A bolt of lightning struck the beach not far away.

A torrential downpour began in an instant.

Clenching his pipe, Chen Jiajun walked to the window, looked at the black Mercedes-Benz at the entrance of the Zhuangyuan, turned to look at He Guorong, and asked, "Who is the person who brings you here every time?"

"Yang Jinrong. Why, Big Brother, do you think he is the one who betrayed me?" He Guorong spat out the name, then suddenly realized.

"Yang Jinrong?"

Chen Jiajun repeated these three words...

Damn it, Yang Jinrong is the future Tomorrow's Star of the Police Force, and he was even given important responsibilities after the handover, which is enough to show that this person has a pure character and is filled with justice.

But the problem is, this person hates evil as if it were his enemy, is ruthless, and is insidious and cunning; even an old fox like Han Chen was held firmly in his grasp...

That idiot He Guorong, out of everyone he could have chosen, he just had to pick Yang Jinrong as his driver.

A person like Yang Jinrong, seeing He Guorong getting so close to him, the Dalao Jun of Hung Hing, would absolutely betray He Guorong out of justice.

Chen Jiajun never expected that he, who was filled with great righteousness, would be screwed over by another Tomorrow's Star of the Police Force who was also filled with righteousness.

Taking two deep puffs from his pipe, Chen Jiajun patted He Guorong's shoulder heavily and said, "He wants to use you as a sacrifice to the flag, to cut off my protective umbrella, and to kill you to establish his authority over me."

"I... I have performed meritorious service for the Motherland, I have shed blood for the Motherland. It's impossible, it's impossible." He Guorong's face flushed red, and he was at a loss. Then he raised his head and said, "Big Brother, behind the black money from the Jockey Club is a massive interest group. Even if they really want to move against me, they have to see who my backers are."

"Naive."

"Fool."

"Do you know that before the ICAC was established, who among the tens of thousands of Police Constables in all of Hong Kong dared not take black money? These rules were set by the Gweilo. From the first day they studied at the Wong Chuk Hang Police School, those Police Constables were taught how to suck up to the Gweilo, how to collect protection fees, and how to split money with the Gweilo.

If the Gweilo really wanted the Police Force to be clean, the ICAC wouldn't have just arrested one Gweilo Chief Superintendent, Godber, plus two Gweilo Inspectors as scapegoats.

If you are really caught by the ICAC, those interest groups behind you, those directors of the Jockey Club, will be the first to abandon you. They might even trample heavily on your corpse just to distance themselves from you."

Chen Jiajun understood the Jockey Club's system all too well.

As the only legal gambling group in all of Hong Kong, the annual turnover of the Jockey Club is an astronomical figure. And would the Jockey Club not tamper with the races or the Mark Six lottery?

The answer is no.

Because there is too much uncontrollability in the races, and there is too much randomness, the results of the races and the results of the Mark Six lottery are uncontrollable. Under these circumstances, the probability of winning is shockingly low, which also leads to the Jockey Club having too much money left over every year.

It would be strange if the greedy Gweilo weren't tempted by this money.

"I... I only took my own share. I have always worked for the Motherland, I am upright and honorable."

He Guorong was red-faced for a moment.

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "As your Big Brother, I naturally know that you are a good director of the Political Department; otherwise, I wouldn't have used so many means to deal with you before. Now I will point you toward a bright path; whether you can carry it through depends on yourself."

"Big Brother, please speak."

He Guorong raised his head, revealing a hopeful look.

Chen Jiajun took out his pipe and said, "I will arrange a car in a moment. You take the car and leave the Zhuangyuan to find Han Yili.

The Political Department is a special department. Your status is not as high as Han Yili's, but your power is greater than his. You should now honestly hand over the secret roster of the Political Department to Han Yili, and tell him some of the secrets of the Jockey Club."

"You must tell him that your cooperation with me was all based on the black money from the Jockey Club, and that it was limited to that."

"This is a huge scandal; Han Yili will definitely do his best to protect you. However, in this way, your position will definitely not be saved."

Because Han Yili wants to reach a deal with Yan Liguo, and that deal is your position.

And the Political Department returning to the Police Station, allowing the high-level officials of the Police Station to get involved, this is the price your Political Department must pay."

After hearing this, He Guorong took a deep breath, nodded, and said, "For now, this is the only way. Big Brother, it seems I won't be able to follow you around in the future."

Chen Jiajun shook his head and said, "No. After things calm down, you come find me again, and I will give you a good job."

After finishing, Chen Jiajun looked at the Butler, Carson, and said, "Carson, go to the entrance and tell the person in the Mercedes-Benz that He Guorong is asking him to go back first. Regardless of whether he goes back or not, don't worry about Yang Jinrong in the car."

"Yes."

The Butler, Carson, walked quickly to the entrance of the Zhuangyuan and knocked on the car window.

Yang Jinrong withdrew his gaze and rolled down the window: "Hello."

"Mr. He still needs to stay here for a while; he asked you to go back first."

The Butler, Carson, said politely.

Yang Jinrong nodded and said, "I understand. I'll wait a bit longer; this rain is too heavy."

Watching the Butler, Carson, leave, Yang Jinrong took a pack of White Marlboro from his pocket.

Red Man is what the people of the underworld smoke, while White Marlboro is basically what they, the Police Constables, smoke.

Taking a deep breath into his lungs and exhaling slowly, Yang Jinrong saw the gate open once again; he hurriedly threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and rolled up the window.

He saw Lawyer Huang Dawen step into a Mercedes-Benz and wave goodbye to the Hung Hing Dalao Jun at the door: "Sir Chen, you two take your time with the tea, I'll be going now."

"Drive slowly on the road."

Watching Huang Dawen's Mercedes-Benz disappear around the corner, Chen Jiajun withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and dialed the Zha FIT Ren of the Hung Hing branch in Macau—Lao E.

"Lao E, seal all the Gambling Halls tonight. Arrange free food and lodging for the guests, and we, Hung Hing, will pay for their consumption at the Nightclub.

Also, for the Gambling Hall we gave to the Political Department, don't leave a single staff member behind; sink them all into the sea.

Transfer the money in the accounts to our several accounts in batches. Seal the accounts first and don't move them; keep a copy of all the account books."

There are actually two ways to launder the money left over by the Jockey Club every year.

One way is to manipulate the lottery results, letting one's own people go and collect the money. However, in this situation, a large amount of tax must be deducted, and it takes a long time.

Simply put, the Gweilo would donate it in batches to various organizations and foundations, and then have people from the Political Department launder it clean and remit it back to England.

However, this situation is still too time-consuming and laborious to operate.

Therefore, using a Gambling Hall to launder it clean is the most suitable and rapid method.

The laundered money will remain in the Aoyu Group Gambling Hall account for a period of time; this account was set up by Hongxing for the Political Department, and the account name is a Hongxing subsidiary in Macau, but it is managed by people from the Political Department.

He Guorong defecting to Han Yili can save his own life. But the path of laundering black money through the Aoyu Group Gambling Hall is absolutely cut off.

If the ICAC and Yan Liguo find this trail, they will absolutely make a huge issue out of it.

Therefore, Chen Jiajun must immediately close this Gambling Hall, and all relevant staff must be taken care of; this is the result of his discussion with He Guorong.

As for the money in the account, it naturally becomes his, Dalao Jun's.

Chen Jiajun must embezzle this money, and he will do so without any psychological burden.

Everyone is dark; I am darker than you.

Everyone has no bottom line; I have even less of a bottom line than you.

These old gentlemen will only be able to swallow their bitterness in silence when the time comes, having grievances they cannot voice, and the key is that there is nowhere to seek justice.

"Yes, Big Brother."

The Gambling Hall controlled by the Political Department is the most lucrative one in the entire Aoyu Group; although Lao E does not know why Chen Jiajun issued such an order, he immediately agreed to it.

Not long after notifying Lao E, Chen Jiajun called He Xin: "Xin Ge, it's me, A Jun."

"What's the situation? Lao E suddenly notified that the Gambling Hall is completely suspended for tonight and all the guests have been driven out."

He Xin asked as soon as he picked up the phone.

For so many years, the cooperation between the two sides has been very pleasant, and the Gambling Hall business has also been flourishing.

"Xin Ge, some problems have arisen. I will pay for all the consumption of the Gambling Hall guests in Macau tonight. I have already notified Lao E and the others to settle the guests..."

"In addition, there is a mole in the Gambling Hall. I have asked Lao E to clean house. You don't need to worry; this matter has nothing to do with you. If something happens, I will take responsibility."

Chen Jiajun explained softly.

"Be careful in everything. If you have any difficulties, tell me."

He Xin nodded. He had heard a little about Chen Jiajun's cooperation with the Political Department, but as the Headman of the Aoyu Group, he had already been effectively sidelined by Chen Jiajun. Of course, the profits Chen Jiajun brought him were incomparable to when he cooperated with the Number Gang before.

That night, the Aoyu Group Gambling Hall, which was open 365 days a year without a single day off, suddenly announced it would close for one day.

In a villa with Western European design in Happy Valley, Hong Kong Island.

"You go out first."

Commissioner of Police Han Yili, wearing silk pajamas, came to the living room and said to the servant.

Director of Political Department He Guorong heard the footsteps, turned around immediately, looking as if he were about to cry.

"Big Sir."

"Big Sir, save me."

He Guorong's face was sorrowful as he lowered his voice and shouted.

"Big Sir, what is this?"

Han Yili bit on his pipe, his face showing suspicion.

"Big Sir, I... in order to launder money for the Jockey Club, I cooperated with the Hongxing Society, sending money to the Aoyu Group Gambling Hall in Macau every month, and after laundering it clean, sending it back to England."

He Guorong hung his head, his voice filled with a sobbing tone.

"There is such a thing?"

Han Yili said sternly.

Of course, he vaguely knew about this.

It was just that as the Hong Kong Commissioner of Police, he could not effectively control the actions of the Political Department, so naturally, he had to pretend not to know at this time.

"Someone, someone leaked this matter to the ICAC. Now the second-in-command of the Police Force, Yan Liguo, is joining forces with the ICAC, preparing to use me to make an example."

He Guorong squeezed out a few tears.

"You mean Yan Liguo?" Han Yili frowned.

"Yes, this matter... behind this matter involves those old knights behind the Jockey Club, as well as Sir Chen Jiajun. Once the media finds out, this... this is likely a shocking scandal for the Motherland."

He Guorong said with tears and snot, lowering his voice.

Han Yili paced back and forth with his pipe in his mouth, his voice carrying a hint of coldness: "Big Sir, you are in big trouble. Yan Liguo is known as the Vulture at Scotland Yard, selfless and impartial."

"If this matter of yours is not handled properly and those knights are implicated, which in turn affects the Motherland's international reputation, it will be disastrous."

"Big Sir, save me. I have shed blood for the Motherland, I have sweated for the Motherland. I, even if I have no merit, I have put in the hard work."

He Guorong fell to his knees with a thud, grabbing Han Yili's thigh.

Han Yili stood still and said sternly: "Big Sir, this matter is actually easy to handle. You just need to eliminate Sir Chen Jiajun; no one who knows the truth can be left alive. Then, you go find those old knights behind the Jockey Club. Presumably, for the sake of their reputation, they will come forward to protect you."

At this moment, Han Yili still felt that this matter had nothing to do with him; after all, he hadn't profited from it.

And to put it bluntly, he was also afraid that this pile of shit would smear onto him.

"Big Sir, Hongxing's Dalao Jun, you know what kind of person he is. Although the Gambling Hall he gave me is operated solely by our Political Department, with his meticulous caution, he has long since mastered quite a bit of black material."

"He, he has mastered some major scandals of our Motherland, which is also the reason why we recommended him to be a knight..."

"Also, also he has a group of bodyguards willing to die for him. If, if we fail to eliminate him, he will leak everything to the media. By then, we, we will truly be finished."

This was truly not He Guorong speaking for his Big Brother, but him telling the truth.

After finishing, He Guorong took out the Political Department's roster and presented it with trembling hands: "Big Sir, from now on our Political Department will follow your lead. As a member of the Hong Kong Police Force, our Political Department is willing to shed blood and sacrifice for you, Big Sir."

Han Yili took the Political Department's roster, looked at it for a few moments, closed it with satisfaction, and said sonorously: "I can save you, but you must tell me everything in detail."

"Big Sir, from now on, all matters, big or small, will be decided by you." He Guorong wiped away his tears and slowly stood up.

The reason why Chen Jiajun wanted He Guorong to hand over the Political Department to Han Yili was threefold.

First, in order to protect He Guorong, even if He Guorong were kicked out of this position, he could still be put to great use.

Second, the Political Department is a very special department.

Historically, the vast majority of Agents in the Political Department were elusive and rarely seen.

After the handover of Hong Kong, these Agents carried out the second phase of the mission assigned to them by MI5, lying dormant in Hong Kong and waiting for an opportunity to act.

The TG once wanted to find the files on these people, but despite spending a great deal of manpower and resources, they never gained anything.

If the Political Department officially returned to the Police Force, it would greatly facilitate the TG in rooting out that batch of Agents hidden in Hong Kong in the future.

Third, if the ICAC and the Police Force really used this matter to threaten him, Chen Jiajun, then he, Chen Jiajun, would also be hard-pressed to shirk the blame.

And for Han Yili, controlling the Political Department would be a tremendous benefit, benefits that could even take his political career to the next level after he leaves the Police Force.

Furthermore, this matter indeed concerns some major scandals of England.

Therefore, both reasonably and sentimentally, Han Yili must make this matter vanish without a trace.

(End of chapter)