Old Mr. Zhou was undoubtedly deeply gratified by this generous gift from his eldest grandson.
No matter the era, 1.48 billion US dollars was an astronomical sum.
The fact that his grandson could contribute it to the Motherland without the slightest hesitation showed his patriotic heart.
Seeing his grandson make something of himself and harbor such profound affection for the Motherland was clearly what the old gentleman most wanted to see.
Unfortunately, the old gentleman had a busy schedule, and it was working hours, so he could not spend much time talking with Zhou Quan and the others.
After a few words of concern, the old gentleman saw the three of them out of the Xinhua News Agency Building.
He personally escorted them downstairs, showing just how much importance he now attached to the three of them.
After bidding farewell to the old gentleman, Wong Bing Yiu, Lee Man-bun, and Zhou Quan exchanged glances, feeling that the sky had never looked so clear.
Their futures, too, would be as spotless as that blue sky.
Of course, there was one condition: the three of them must not make any mistakes themselves.
Even if they did nothing at all, there would certainly be a place for all three of them in the Police Force after Hong Kong Island's return.
But Sergeant Zhou had lofty ambitions. How could he be content to drift along accomplishing nothing until Hong Kong Island's return?
The first thing Zhou Quan did after driving back to West Kowloon Headquarters was summon So Tsz On, commander of the Regional Major Crimes Unit, to his office.
"Superintendent So, how is Ching Wing-si's statement coming along?"
Their meeting was not in the Anti-Triad Unit above the Major Crimes Unit, but in the Deputy Commander's office on the Operations Department's floor.
"Sir,