Chapter 29: Going to the banquet happily (for further reading)
"Sir Chen, are you on a mission?"
As soon as Xu Jiajun's car arrived at the entrance of the General Administration, he saw Chen Hui, the leader of the second group, leading a group of people out.
He is late for work every day, no problem.
Xu Jiajun is now a royal policeman during the British Hong Kong period, and he is not a people's policeman, so every extra minute he is late is an extra penny earned by the British.
He is quietly patriotic in his own way.
Chen Hui motioned for others to get on the bus first, while he stopped and complained to Xu Jiajun: "Today is the last day for Xiang Huabo to pay his respects before his funeral. Many people on the road went to pay their respects. Sir Huang was afraid that so many short mules would get together.
If something happens, let me take someone to keep an eye on it."
In movies, there are often scenes of the police appearing at the mourning hall of a certain club boss. This is why.
"Sir Chen, how about I help you go?" Seeing that Chen Hui was not interested in this matter, Xu Jiajun immediately became excited, because he likes to eat dinner the most.
Xinji's funeral is his happy event.
"Really? Thank you so much." Chen Hui, who originally had a helpless look on his face, immediately beamed with joy and said, "I'll treat you to dinner another day."
I didn't expect Sir Xu to be so warm-hearted.
"Everyone is on their own. Anyway, I'm fine. I'll help you out." Xu Jiajun looked loyal, then picked up the phone and called the anti-gangster office: "I'm Xu Jiajun, please ask a1
When the people in the group come down, I'll wait for them at the door."
"Okay sir."
"Okay, okay, everyone, get off the car. Sir Xu will take someone to go for us." Chen Hui turned and shouted to the team members who had already got on the bus. Then he thanked Xu Jiajun again and again, and then led the people back the way they came.
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Xia Mingcheng and Ren Darong quickly ran out with their respective people: "Sir Xu, what's your mission?"
"Follow me in the car and I'll take you to a feast." Xu Jiajun held the steering wheel in one hand and put a cigarette on the window with the other, smiling at everyone.
Ren Darong and others looked at each other in confusion, and finally Jiang Yuanyun asked: "Tou, your family is having a wedding today, should we send a red envelope?"
"It is indeed a happy event for us. I will wrap up the red envelope in a while. Let's go quickly and don't miss the meal." After Xu Jiajun said that, he started to reverse the car, and the others could only drive quickly to follow.
On the other side, after getting rid of the boring task of maintaining order in the mourning hall for the Heise Society, Chen Hui returned to the office with his boys in a happy mood.
"Ah Hui, what's going on? Didn't you ask me to take people to Xiang Jiajun's mourning hall to keep an eye on him, lest anyone take the opportunity to cause trouble?" Huang Zhiqiang had just finished the morning meeting, and stopped by the anti-gangster team to ask Xu Jiajun about his filmmaking.
, I didn’t expect to just meet Chen Hui.
"Hello sir Huang."
"Sir Huang morning."
Chen Hui’s team members saluted and said hello.
Huang Zhiqiang nodded in response, keeping his eyes on Chen Hui, waiting for him to answer him.
"Sir Huang, I met Ajun at the door just as I was about to leave. He took someone for me." Chen Hui took a few steps forward and explained with a smile.
"What!" Huang Zhiqiang's voice suddenly rose several decibels, and he wanted to slap Chen Hui on the face: "I'm going to slap you! Luan Minghui, what did I ask you to do? Let you keep an eye on it to prevent someone from attacking you today.
Make trouble, do you know that Xu Jiajun is the type who knows how to make trouble! How dare you let him go!"
"Ah!" Chen Hui was dumbfounded for a moment, and after a while he said dryly: "Then what should we do now?"
Thinking of Xu Jiajun's positive energy just now, he thought that the other party was a warm-hearted person who actively helped his colleagues. It turned out that he was actively trying to make things happen.
"What should I do? It's best to pray to God for protection and nothing will happen." After Huang Zhiqiang said that, he turned around and left, cursing at the same time: "No one can worry."
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Xiang Huabo's mourning hall is located at Xiangjiang Funeral Home.
When Xu Jiajun arrived, there were already cars parked along the street in front of the funeral home, leaving him no room to park. As a royal police officer, of course he couldn't park in the middle of the road without quality and affecting traffic.
He drove forward and finally found an empty space on the side of the road. He was about to park when a black Toyota got in first.
Then three people in black suits and ties got out of the car. The middle-aged man in the lead smiled and waved at Xu Jiajun, and said in a colonel's accent: "Sorry, please find another seat."
"Hey, Xiao Baga." Xu Jiajun pulled up to the car, holding a cigarette in his mouth. He took out his ID and said to the middle-aged man: "You can't park here, move the car."
Middle-aged man: “…………”
"Sir, you are not a traffic policeman," the middle-aged man said while suppressing his anger and looking at Xu Jiajun.
Xu Jiajun spit out the cigarette butt, poked him with his ID and said, "I'm on a mission. If you don't move the car, believe it or not, I will sue you for obstructing official business?"
There are two kinds of people he hates the most.
One is the person who robs his parking space.
One is the person who won't let him grab the parking space.
"Baga!" The middle-aged man's face twitched, he pointed at Xu Jiajun with trembling fingers and cursed, then turned back and yelled in Japanese at his two subordinates.
"Hi!" One of his men quickly drove out, and Xu Jiajun slowly drove into the parking space.
Isn't this a kind of ntr?
The middle-aged Japanese soldier snorted coldly and walked into the funeral parlor with another man carrying a bag with a gloomy face.
After Xu Jiajun got off the car, he took Xia Mingcheng and eight others to the funeral home, while the other two went to find a parking space.
People were coming and going at the entrance of the funeral home, but one look at the faces of these people, and those who didn't know it thought they were having a pig roast at the annual meeting of some club. Except for Xu Jiajun and the others, there were no white people coming and going, they were all gangsters.
Just as Xu Jiajun was about to go in, Xiang Huayan came out with a group of people, stopped him and warned him word for word: "Sir Xu, don't cause trouble in my younger brother's mourning hall. You are not welcome here, please come back."
Xu Jiajun also saw behind Xiang Huayan the middle-aged man who had just snatched his parking space. It seemed that he was probably a collaborator of the Xiang family in Japan.
"Wow, wow, wow, I didn't expect Xiang Sheng to come to greet me in person. It's not a waste of time for me to come." Xu Jiajun smiled, as if he was here to drink wedding wine, and took out a stack of Ming coins bought on the road from his pocket: "I
I’m here for a banquet today, I don’t want to cause trouble, and I’ve brought all the gift money.”
"Ms. Ganlin! What are you trying to do? You're sending silk gold and ghost coins, and you're saying you're not making trouble!" The turkey next to Xiang Huayan pointed angrily at Xu Jiajun and asked.
Ren Darong opened Turkey's hand: "Point it again, believe it or not, I will sue you for insulting a police officer!"
"If you want to send someone to die, of course you will give me coins. Let's see if you hypocrites can spend real money on Xiang Huabo?" Xu Jiajun said seriously.
The middle-aged man stepped forward and said, "Officer, I shouldn't have interrupted..."
"Since you know you shouldn't interrupt, just keep your mouth shut." Xu Jiajun interrupted him directly.
The middle-aged devil choked back his last words, and cursed angrily: "Baga! You despicable... guy, you are so rude!"
Xu Jiajun gave him a cold look.
"Mr. Uesugi is a guest from afar. Thank you for speaking up, but I'll do it myself." Xiang Huayan thanked the middle-aged Japanese, then looked at Xu Jiajun and said: "The dead are the most important, Xu Jiajun, as long as you are still a human being, today
Don't cause trouble."
Xu Jiajun wanted to laugh when he heard this. How many people did Xinji kill? How many families were destroyed? How dare he lick his face and say that the dead are the most important?
"Don't worry, I told you, I'm here to have a banquet today. When will the banquet start?" Xu Jiajun said and handed the Ming coins to the person collecting the silk gold at the door.
Xiang Huayan took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart: "11 o'clock at noon, Sir Xu, please come inside."