"Brother Xiao! We took these things as you told me!"

In Du Yongxiao's office, Lai Pihua and Huo Qilin came to submit a "vote to vote" to Du Yongxiao.

Du Yongxiao leaned on the chair, raised his legs and smoked a cigarette, looking like a big shot.

Datouwen and Zhuang Dingxian stood behind him, raising their chests and raising their heads, like the two generals of humming and ha.

"This is a three million HSBC promissory note, which can be cashed at any time!" Lai Pihua showed the money he had plundered from Yan Xiong's house, "and here is a land deed, a building in Mong Kok worth 1.3 million, located in

The three shops in Tsim Sha Tsui are worth 2.5 million.”

"There are also jewelry calligraphy and paintings. This is Qiu Ying's "Autumn Wind Felling Fan Picture", this is Zhu Zhishan's running script "Thousand Character Stickers"... This is the jade Guanyin from the bottom of an old pit in Burma. This is the best piece.

The best emeralds are all valuable…”

Du Yongxiao smoked a cigarette and looked at the piles of wealth in front of him. He waited until Lai Pihua and the others finished introducing it, and said, "How many in total?"

“Total ten million.”

"There are quite a lot!" Du Yongxiao smiled, "This time I guess I'll empty Yan Xiong's old foundation."

"Even if it wasn't empty, I'd take out more than half of it." Datouwen smiled.

Lai Pihua and Huo Qilin also hurriedly smiled: "We have tried our best."

Du Yongxiao's lips curled up, "I don't mean to blame you. Besides, I'm not a bad person, so I have to leave something for Master Yan. If he comes out of it and has nothing, it's too pitiful!"

"Inspector Du, benevolent and righteous!"

Lai Pihua and Huo Qilin spoke in unison.

Du Yongxiao stood up, looked at the HSBC promissory notes, and then looked at the land deeds and jewelry.

"The ghost guy likes cash very much! Big head text---"

"exist!"

"Thank these three million promissory notes first! Let's go and visit the ghost guy!"

...

"Dear Du, I really like the afternoon tea at the Kowloon Peninsula Café."

Peninsula Hotel,

Open-air cafe,

Under the parasol—

Chief Superintendent Ge Bai held the coffee, looked at the sunset, and said to Du Yongxiao with a comfortable look on his face.

"That direction is my hometown, yes, my beautiful British Peninsula."

"Sir, there is a saying in China that when you reach your heart, you will be home. Home is just a concept, taking root, gradually sprouting - slowly becoming a home." Du Yongxiao said, looking at Datouwen

Snap your fingers.

Datouwen stepped forward and put a box under Ge Bai's feet.

"Open it and see first. With it, you can have countless homes."

Ge Bai smiled, bent down and gently opened the box a crack, glanced at it, closed it again, and looked up to Du Yongxiao and said, "I understand what I mean now. Yes, I really start to love the land of Hong Kong now.

.”

"That's good! Cheers to your future new home, sir!" Du Yongxiao raised his coffee.

"Haha! OK!"

There are two million in the box, you can really buy a home, and it is at the villa level.

"Then the case about Yan Xiong--"

"I will deal with it." Ge Bai said, "but I'm curious, why do you want to help him?"

"Even if he is wrong, he is still my master. I used to be with him in plain clothes."

"Du, you are a very emotional person. I like someone like you. You are not cold-blooded and worth making friends!"

"It is an honor for me to be able to do things under the command of the superior."

"Haha, don't say that, we are friends, are we?"

Du Yongxiao smiled slightly and raised his glass to invite him: "Yes!"

...

"Brother Xiao, all three million have been given out! You have all the ghost guys Ge Bai, Johnson, Zhuang Shichen. Now Yan Xiong has only seven million assets left. Look--" Datouwen looked at Du Yongxiao.

Du Yongxiao sat in the car and pinched his chin: "Take out a million to reward brothers! The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and everyone's business is very hard during this period!"

Big Head's article was happy: "Okay, Brother Xiao!" It is conceivable that the brothers will be happy after they know it.

In addition, one million is not a small amount, Du Yongxiao took it out and rewarded his subordinates, and this kind of grandeur is unparalleled.

"One million is available, you, buck-toothed gangster, cockfighting hero, Ren Darong, and Axian-----" Du Yongxiao looked at Zhuang Dingxian, who was responsible for driving, "It's divided equally! It's the New Year, I'll give you money!

”

Big Headman couldn't stop happily.

Zhuang Dingxian was also very excited and hurriedly turned around and said, "Thank you, Brother Xiao!"

One million is divided into five portions, which is 200,000!

You can buy a building in Wan Chai for 200,000 yuan!

Datouwen, Zhuang Dingxian and others became landlords in one go.

"As for the remaining five million, let's stay in my name for now! Times Square is under construction, and money is needed everywhere. Find an opportunity to help Mr. Yan invest first!"

"I understand!" Datouwen said with a smile, "Brother Xiao, you are considerate! If Yan Xiong finds out, he will definitely be grateful to you!"

...

"Ah sneezing!" Yan Xiong sneezed in the detention room, "I'm not sure if I'm talking bad about me outside!"

In just three or four days, Yan Xiong had fluffy hair and a shaved beard, and became extremely depressed.

Suddenly, he covered his stomach.

My stomach is overturned.

"Guard, come a few pieces of paper, I want to go to the cottage!" Yan Xiong shouted to the outside through the iron fence.

One guard was holding the radio and listening to the horse racing competition, while the other guard was pulling his nose hair in the mirror, and neither of them moved.

"Guard, give me some paper! I have a stomachache and I want to shit." Yan Xiong had to continue shouting.

The guard who pulled his nose hair was impatient and copied a newspaper and threw it to Yan Xiong: "Use this first!"

"Uh?" Yan Xiong picked up the newspaper and looked at it. It was rough and easily stained with ink. He was used to being pampered outside, so he was not willing to use this thing.

"This newspaper is too rough. Is there anything more delicate? Even if there is no white cotton paper, Zheng Ji's bamboo paper is OK!"

"Mad, I've been stooling endlessly! Is there any paper drop? Do you want a baton?" The nose hair guard stood up and showed the baton.

Yan Xiong shivered, and then he remembered that he was no longer an instigator, but a prisoner, "No! No! Just have newspapers!"

Yan Xiong hurriedly apologized, held the newspaper, walked towards the toilet, squatted down, took off his pants, his stomach hurt so much, but he couldn't pull it out, and said, "Guard, can you not look at this side? Look,

I can't pull it out!"

"Look at you!"

"Mad, old glass!"

Yan Xiong was scolded for losing all his dignity, but he did not dare to speak back, so he could only hold his breath and work hard---

I had the newspaper in my hand and rubbed it hard, making the newspaper softer.

Just then—

Twist!

Someone knocked in the door,

"Yan Xiong, someone has bailed you!"

Yan Xiong was holding his energy and was about to rush into a thousand miles. Hearing this, he shrank suddenly, "Is there a bail?"

The two guards were also very curious. Who dared to bail a criminal like Yan Xiong?

The man said coldly: "Who else can it be? Of course it is Inspector Kowloon and Du Yongxiao!"
Chapter completed!