Hong Kong variety show, I am a charming cop.

Chapter 480 Arranging Jimmy

Jimmy looked puzzled. "Although I still don't quite understand, I'm determined to carry out Brother Jian's decision."

Li Jian put a lot of effort into teaching Jimmy.

Fortunately, Li Jian knew that this guy was grateful and would repay kindness.

Even though Guan Zisen and Long Gen are both paralyzed, Jimmy still takes care of them diligently.

What Li Jian values ​​most about Jimmy is his character.

If it were an ungrateful person, Li Jian wouldn't even give them a second glance.

Therefore, whether you're navigating the underworld or the officialdom, people who value relationships and honors will always be respected.

Jimmy didn't disappoint Li Jian's high regard; he handled things efficiently and responded to every request.

Jimmy said, "I'm going to register the company tomorrow. By the way, Brother Jian, I saw the plane last night. He was being chased by a group of people on the street."

Ever since Ah Le died, Fei Ji has been like a headless fly, taking on any job he can get his hands on. If it weren't for me yesterday, he would have been hacked to death.

Li Jian lit a cigarette and said, "You want to take over the plane? This kid is a ruthless character, a double-edged sword. But you can make the decision yourself; you don't need to report to me."

Don't forget, you're the boss of Wo Shing Wo; we're sworn enemies.

Upon hearing Li Jian say this, Jimmy remembered Li Jian's true identity—a senior inspector of the West Kowloon Serious Crimes Unit.

Jimmy said, "Brother Jian, before there was Lei Luo and Limpy Ho, now I am Limpy Ho."

Li Jian laughed and cursed, "Go to hell, you're Crippled Ho, I'm not Lei Luo."

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The next morning, Li Jian drove to Yongheng Village.

At the entrance of the village, there is an open-air breakfast stall where many construction workers wearing vests and hard hats are eating breakfast.

The breakfast stall was set up under a tarpaulin canopy, and seven or eight low tables were crowded with workers wearing reflective vests.

The helmet was perched askew on his head, with a glow-in-the-dark strip pinned to the brim.

The old man at the innermost table was peeling a tea egg with his chapped fingers, cement dust from under his fingernails falling into the bowl.

The young man next to me had worn-out knees in his overalls and was squatting on a plastic stool, eating a fried dough stick.

The proprietress swung long chopsticks to flip the oil in the fryer, her apron splattered with specks of oil.

Suddenly, a crane whistled past, shaking the dust off the roof of the shed. The workers didn't even look up—one young man wearing glasses even used the vibration to shake the last few grains of rice from the bottom of his bowl into his mouth.

As soon as Li Jian's white BMW X7 stopped, Lu Yao came out from the breakfast stall to greet him.

"Brother Jian, you're here. Have you had breakfast? What would you like to eat? I'll get it for you."

Li Jian asked, "Is this your family's breakfast stall?"

Lu Yao said, "Yes, my mom runs it. She's frying dough sticks over there."

"Brother-in-law!"

Lu Yao's younger brother ran over excitedly.

Li Jian patted his brother-in-law's head: "Bo-zai, why aren't you playing video games?"

Bo-zai glanced at Ruan Yuehua and said, "Mommy asked me to help. You can only play games after you've finished helping."

At this time.

Ruan Yuehua called out, "Bo-zai, come and get some rice."

"Here you are!" Bo-zai quickly ran over to help Ruan Yuehua with her work.

Lu Yao pulled Li Jian to sit down at a relatively clean small dining table. "Brother Jian, please sit down first. I'll go get you some food."

Li Jian said, "No need for that, just a steamer of xiaolongbao and a bowl of egg drop soup."

As soon as he sat down, a worker wearing black-rimmed glasses next to him said, "Hey, I heard Uncle Nine got beaten up pretty badly."

The worker sitting opposite him said, "He earns so much, he deserves to be beaten."

The worker wearing black-rimmed glasses said, "Wow, you speak so rudely. We're from the same hometown, after all."

The man picked up a bottle of beverage and took a sip: "My mother and I, they earn so much but they won't give me any."

The worker wearing black-rimmed glasses said, "Everyone knows they're scumbags, but if it weren't for them building this place, we'd be sleeping on the streets long ago."

Then, the worker with black-rimmed glasses turned around and called out, "Ms. Hua, the bill."

"coming!"

Ruan Yuehua wiped her hands on her apron, walked to the table, and said, "46 yuan."

The man with black-rimmed glasses pulled out a Hong Kong dollar bill and slammed it on the table: "50 dollars, keep the change."

Ruan Yuehua said, "Thank you, thank you, Brother Xiong. How have you been kind to me today?"

The worker with black-rimmed glasses said, "Don't say I didn't help you out. This afternoon, they're laying cement at the back gate of the construction site and need four people to help direct traffic. Want to do it?"

Ruan Yuehua said, "Yes, of course I did it. Thank you, Brother Xiong."

The worker with black-rimmed glasses stood up and said, "I'm going to take a dump. Meet here on the hour, don't be late."

As the Chinese woman responded, her waist slumped slightly, the straps of her cotton apron tightening around her back. As she bent down to pick up the bowls and chopsticks, the fabric of her work pants stretched out in full curves, and a small tear appeared at the seam of the back pocket.

Ruan Yuehua wore an indigo tie-dyed headscarf, with a few strands of gray hair peeking out from behind her ears, shimmering with a faint silver light in the morning light.

The cuffs of the faded plaid shirt were rolled up to the elbows, revealing arms tanned in two shades by the sun—above the wrists were wheat-colored, while below, white marks from years of wearing gloves remained.

The denim skirt's waistline had been clearly altered, and the folds even smelled of laundry detergent.

Beneath the skirt, her two calves were slender yet not skinny, with muscle lines as smooth as pebbles polished by a stream.

As Ruan Yuehua bent down to wipe the table, the plaid shirt tucked into her denim skirt was pulled up, suddenly revealing a section of snow-white skin at her lower back. That waist was shockingly thin, the dimples on both sides of her waist seemed to hold the morning light, and the grooves of her spine disappeared below the waistband.

The pale blue veins on my left ankle were slightly bulging, winding their way into my muddy canvas shoes.

Bo-zai, carrying his takeout order, shouted, "Whose braised pork belly noodles! Whose braised pork belly noodles!"

A man wearing a baseball cap waved and said, "Hey kid, stop shouting, he's mine."

The man seemed to want to avoid being noticed.

Unfortunately, Bo-zai has a loud voice, so it's impossible for him not to attract attention.

Li Jian and Ruan Yuehua both looked at the man.

Ruan Yuehua recognized the man in the baseball cap at a glance; he was the same man who had helped her change her tire on the mountain road that night.

Although the man was wearing a baseball cap, it couldn't hide his handsome face, which was comparable to Daniel Wu's.

The man in the baseball cap took the braised pork noodles and hurriedly prepared to leave.

Ruan Yuehua suddenly called out to him, "Hey, which company are you from?"

The man in the baseball cap said, "I work for the telecommunications company."

Ruan Yuehua said, "Perfect timing, my internet cable is broken and I can't connect to the internet. Could you take a look?"

Got it!

The man in the baseball cap was thus conscripted into labor.

After a brief conversation, Li Jian learned that the man in the baseball cap was named Azu.

Ah Zu is indeed skilled at repairing computer networks; in just a few minutes, the disconnected network was fixed.

Li Jian had a very hearty breakfast.