Zhou Quan was no idiot like that mixed-race fellow with the little mustache, who had dared to come swaggering in without knowing the situation.
Zhou Quan had a file of relevant information on every Big Sir in the Police Force's various departments.
He had compiled it from the occasional introductions his uncle and his aunt's husband gave him to the Police Force's senior officers.
For example, Guan Zhibang, the Senior Superintendent in North District, was the son-in-law of Sir Lui of the Kah Wah Group and believed that sparing the rod spoiled the child.
Then there was the foreigner Richard before him, who had been born into a knight's family in Oxford City, back in the foreigners' homeland.
Calling him an aristocrat was, in fact, Zhou Quan flattering the foreigner Richard.
In the foreigners' homeland, knighthood was not hereditary and did not qualify anyone as an aristocrat at all.
Besides, even that knighthood had nothing to do with the foreigner Richard. His father had received it during the Second World War.
The foreigner Richard had originally served in the British garrison in Hong Kong, then transferred to the foreigners' intelligence agency, MI5, before eventually becoming a Big Sir in the Political Department.
Zhou Quan had no particular purpose in compiling this information. He merely wanted to know about the big shots at the top of the Police Force.
Otherwise, he might make some idiotic blunder like that mixed-race fellow with the little mustache.
If word of that got out, not only would he become a laughingstock, but his elders' reputations would suffer too.
The foreigner Richard was clearly especially pleased by Zhou Quan's flattery.
"Quan, you flatter me!"
The foreigner Richard gave Zhou Quan a thumbs-up, his face breaking into a broad smile.
"I would never presume to call myself