The Management Meeting at Tai Kwun ended, and everyone who had attended went their separate ways. Zhou Quan returned to his office.
After brewing a cup of hot tea, Zhou Quan settled back into his office chair.
He began reviewing the more detailed work files from each department, along with the various applications submitted to the Police Force's highest leadership.
Normally, his daily work consisted of issuing instructions on these matters.
It was quiet, even somewhat dull, but carried critically important responsibilities.
Ring, ring!
Yet Zhou Quan had only processed a few documents and had not even taken a sip of tea when the Internal Line on his desk rang.
Could the wrangling with the Two Koreas have produced results this quickly?
Glancing at the desk phone's display, Zhou Quan could not help wondering.
Naturally, he was familiar with the information associated with some of the Police Force's important internal numbers.
This call came from Number One's office next door.
By rights, Commissioner Wong should have been at the Hong Kong Government's Government Headquarters Building at that moment.
Together with Lok Ming-wah and other senior Security Bureau officials, he should have been accompanying the head of the Commissioner's Office of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, wrangling with the ambassadors from the Two Koreas.
The regular work meeting at Tai Kwun had only just ended, and it was not even noon yet.
A call coming from Number One's office now was highly unusual.
Unless the diplomatic negotiations over the DC-8 had already produced results, and the ambassadors from the Two Koreas had immediately left the Government Headquarters Building to urgently contact their respective national leaderships.
Otherwise, if diplomatic negotiations were still underway, then however China, North Korea, and South Korea wrangled with one another, that would not change things.
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