Chapter 129 Capitalists’ Big Pie (2 in 1)

Jian Ruochen pricked up his ears, opened the drawer containing snacks and rummaged through it, and found a piece of fruit leather from a pile of lemon slices.

After carefully peeling off the plastic skin, he put it into his mouth, chewed it roughly, and swallowed it whole.

Hungry.

Guan Yingjun raised his eyebrows, looked up and glanced around the office, then tilted his head towards the desk, signaling everyone to pack up and go home.

He held the phone, stood lazily, leaned on the edge of the desk and said, "That's a murderer. He can't be released."

Le Jinwen said "Oh" and asked, "Are there any other identities? The director of the Security Bureau called personally."

"Maybe a British aristocrat." Guan Yingjun said, and felt a warm body approaching, half of it leaning against his hips, eavesdropping with its ear tilted.

Guan Yingjun looked at it and all his annoyance disappeared. There was still some plum-colored fruit leather on Jian Ruochen's lips, which was darker than usual, a bit like he had just been kissed by someone.

He looked around and saw that everyone had returned to their seats and was packing up their documents, so he raised his hand and scratched Jian Ruochen's chin.

Jian Ruochen was ticklish, so he stepped back and laughed softly.

Guan Yingjun took a wet towel and pressed it to the corner of Jian Ruochen's lips. As he wiped it, he said, "Why would the Security Bureau call you? Didn't Deputy Director Ban Jiayu step down?"

Ban Jiayu, deputy director of the Security Bureau, colluded with Lu Qian to illegally transplant and trade organs and had been arrested long ago.

The mainland side took the opportunity to replace the deputy director of the Security Bureau with their own person, so how come there was such a call to release him?

Le Jinwen said, "Isn't there a director?"

Jian Ruochen's stomach growled for a long time.

Guan Yingjun smiled silently: "Uncle, you should find a way to deal with it first."

Le Jinwen:?

What did this bastard say?

Jian Ruochen leaned over to the receiver and said, "Director, just tell him directly that this person has a grudge against me and blame it on me. If they can't persuade you, they will naturally send someone to find me."

Le Jinwen opened his mouth and was speechless for a moment.

Guan Yingjun said, "I have something else to do. I'm hanging up now." Then he hung up the phone.

Le Guinwen: ...

The difference is obvious! The difference is obvious!

From this perspective, the two children have complementary personalities and are quite a good match.

He smiled and shook his head, then turned his head to the half-white-haired man in front of him and said, "Director, you heard it too. The younger generation in my family has a tough personality and is difficult to control."

It turned out that the Secretary for Security came in person!

Noranda Weir flew into a rage, but then she suppressed it. Behind him were two police officers from the Hong Kong Police Force guarding the gate, armed with guns and looking at him intently.

He forced a smile and said, "Mr. Le still needs to teach the younger generation well."

Le Jinwen said: "I am old and can no longer teach."

He slumped down in his chair and pointed to the door.

Nolanda Weir looked gloomy and walked away.

·

Kowloon West Regional Police Crime Unit.

Group A finally turned off the lights and went off work.

Jian Ruochen talked all day, and as soon as he arrived at the restaurant, he ordered a glass of mint water and drank half of it in one gulp.

The locations of the nine bodies had been found, and the case against Oliver Keith was almost half solved. Guan Yingjun handed the menu to Zhang Xingzong: "Order."

Zhang Xingzong's eyes lit up, "Sir Guan, are you going to treat us?"

Guan Yingjun looked to his side.

Jian Ruochen smiled with two dimples, "Yes, Sir Guan will treat us!"

Ding Gao rubbed his hands.

Hehe, then he won’t be polite.

It's just a home-style restaurant, and you can have a big meal for very little money.

The menu was turned to Jian Ruochen. He picked up his pen and ordered beef brisket noodles, pot cake and curry fish balls, then tilted his head and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Guan Yingjun: "Add an extra portion of noodles and vegetables to the wonton noodles."

Jian Ruochen: ...

You still can't forget noodles and vegetables.

He handed the menu to the waiter waiting on the side, leaned back in his chair lazily and waited. The red tablecloth on the round table hung down and fell in front of everyone's knees.

While waiting for the food, Jian Ruochen was bored and grabbed a corner and pulled it for fun.

Guan Yingjun couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he raised his hand and grabbed his wrist, whispering, "Dirty."

He took out a wet wipe, opened the package, and carefully wiped Jian Ruochen's hands, then wiped his own. Then he opened his big hands, grabbed his two wrists, and pinched them to play with them.

Jian Ruochen looked at this situation and inexplicably thought of the scene in the bathroom where Guan Yingjun grabbed his wrist, with his arms raised above his head, facing the ups and downs of the tiles.

It’s still vivid in my mind!

My thighs ache when I think about it!

The punishment of burning sticks!

Guan Yingjun stroked the two wrists in his hands and watched the small mole on Jian Ruochen's ear become redder and redder.

The dining table was round. Bi Xianxian, who was sitting opposite, was eating the egg tarts that had just been served while secretly looking up at the opposite side.

Sir Guan had one hand hanging under the tablecloth, and it seemed that he was reaching out to Consultant Jian. Then Sir Guan lowered his eyes and smiled.

Consultant Jian's ears turned red and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

Bi Xianxian: Hehe.

Touching legs secretly in public, right? Was she discovered?

She ate the filling of the lava tart.

Very sweet, love it.

The noodles were served quickly. After a whole day's work, everyone was so hungry that they didn't care about the heat and just lowered their heads to slurp the noodles.

Zhang Xingzong ate cart noodles with pig's trotter and two eggs, tears welling up in his eyes. "If only I could not go to work, eat this every day, and even get a promotion, that would be great."

Bi Xianxian was speechless for a moment. She picked out a braised chicken heart and a braised pork liver from the braised dish platter she ordered and gave them to him. "You are so heartless. Eat something to replenish your body."

How can you say such things in front of your boss?

In other words, the atmosphere in Group A is good, and Sir Guan only cares about strength and doesn't care about this.

Jian Ruochen found it funny, and just as he curled up the corners of his lips, a vegetable appeared in his bowl.

He turned his head and glared at Guan Yingjun.

Guan Yingjun said: "Eat some vegetarian food. If you don't, you'll get angry easily."

Jian Ruochen ate the food while mumbling, "Eating so many green vegetables every day doesn't seem to make me feel pure and selfless."

Guan Yingjun laughed.

Very meaningful.

The meal was colorful and enjoyable.

Everyone tacitly agreed not to mention the fact that the Security Bureau had called Director Le and asked him to release the person.

night.

Jian Ruochen returned home and leaned against the bed to read the financial report that Luo Binwen had forced upon him. After a while, Ai Ai sighed, "Uncle Luo, just tell me whether you made a profit or a loss, and how much you made or lost."

He really has no destiny with finance in his life.

Luo Binwen: "In July, the net profit of all industries under Conant was 4.2 billion, an increase of 800 million from the previous month, and the daily net profit was 1.4 billion, of which the net profit of industries in Hong Kong was only 800 million US dollars."

Jian Ruochen confirmed: "US dollars?"

Isn't it Hong Kong Dollar?

Luo Binwen said tactfully: "The current situation is not good, and the Hong Kong dollar fluctuates too much and is not suitable as a unit of calculation."

Jian Ruochen: ...

What a niche text.

bother.

How come he keeps spending more and more money? He doesn't earn it seriously at all.

Luo Binwen sat on a chair beside the bed and said, "You have a good eye. The electronic technology company you bought has begun to invade the international market. The silent vibration function of the mobile phone has also received unanimous praise, and sales have skyrocketed."

"I was not optimistic about these projects. I didn't expect that mobile phones and computers could bring an increase of 800 million."

Jian Ruochen sat up straight at once, "Is it so popular?"

No wonder there is a saying that if you choose the right wind, even pigs can fly.

"You are actually quite talented. Why don't you try to dig deeper into the financial field?" Luo Binwen persuaded, "Being a policeman is still too dangerous. Besides... the larger the assets, the more you have to hold them in your own hands to feel at ease. Sooner or later, I will hand over the real power to you."

Jian Ruochen slid into the bed and said, "No."

He said in a muffled voice: "Uncle Luo, you take it, you don't have to hand it to me."

In this way, if he really encounters an accident, with Luo Binwen in charge, Conant will not experience any turmoil.

The development of international enterprises to this stage is related to the fate of many people and families.

He had no interest in finance, and he could not easily take on the responsibility of supporting so many families from all over the world.

Luo Binwen patted the quilt and felt both relieved and sad.

It’s good that the young master didn’t inherit the Jiang family’s greed.

But how can this make people feel at ease?

Jian Ruochen felt the force on his body, thought about it, and decided to secretly make a will.

Don't worry about it. If anything happens to him, just let Luo Binwen take responsibility.

Anyway, Conant's bloodline is broken with him. He likes men and will never have children in this life. What's the point of inheritance? It all depends on the capable one.

As he thought about this, fatigue swept over him and he fell into a deep sleep in the rhythmic tapping.

The next day at noon.

As soon as Jian Ruochen arrived at the West Kowloon Regional Police Station, he saw a pot-bellied British man.

He sat in the lounge of the serious crime squad with his legs spread out. When he sat down, he couldn't close his legs and his belly was protruding. There was a coffee pot and a three-tier dessert stand on the coffee table in front of him.

Lin Yazhi stood opposite him, forcing a smile on her face. "Chief Will, the police station has its own rules and regulations. The case is not closed yet. Oliver Keith has at least nine lives on his shoulders. We can't let him go."

Nolanda Weir ate a piece of flower-shaped pastry with coffee. "I'm not asking you to release him. I'm asking you to extradite him to the UK for investigation."

Lin Yazhi thought to herself, I’ll beat you to death, you pighead.

She smiled: "Where's the extradition order?"

Nolanda Will said dissatisfiedly: "Of course there will be a lot, but the procedures have not been completed yet, so it will not be issued so quickly."

According to the speed of processing in the UK, it will take at least half a month.

But they couldn't wait for half a month.

The West Kowloon Crime Squad is solving cases too quickly now. If all of Oliver Keith's crimes are made public in half a month, they won't be able to take this pro-British heir to Connacht away even if they want to.

He must be extradited back to the country now!

After all, there was no possibility for Jian Ruochen to return to England, and he didn't even use the name of Connacht.

This kind of heir is of no benefit to Britain. At that time, Connacht will pay taxes in Hong Kong and develop the economy of the mainland, but what about Britain?

There are assets worth hundreds of billions or trillions of dollars right in front of you, but you can't get a penny or any benefit from it.

Noranda Will frowned and urged, "I'm going to take him away today."

Only Lin Yazhi and Security Bureau Director Noranda Weir were in the lounge.

The door to the office side was ajar.

Jian Ruochen took a closer look.

I saw Zhang Xingzong, Ding Gao, Chen Jincai and others, with their heads stacked on top of each other, hiding behind and eavesdropping, with ferocious expressions, and they were so angry that they wanted to throw a punch on the spot.

Jian Ruochen retreated to the stairwell, quietly took out his cell phone and called Guan Yingjun, "Sir Guan."

Guan Yingjun raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"I want to do something big." Jian Ruochen sat on the stairwell and stroked his legs with his fingers.

"Speak." Guan Yingjun said, walked to the door, lowered his eyes and glanced at Zhang Xingzong and the others.

Several people immediately left with a rustling and pushing voice.

"I'll find some reporters later and accidentally reveal the progress of the case so that everyone can express their anger towards the heinous criminals." Jian Ruochen said.

Guan Yingjun: …

"Why not be careful?"

How could one be so careless as to leak out a case that would take more than 10,000 words to describe?

That's nine victims.

The stairwell was cool and comfortable. Jian Ruochen stared at the green exit sign and said casually, "Let's just say the serious crime team was robbed."

Guan Yingjun: …

What a good way to create a thief out of nothing.

"The surveillance camera happened to be broken, so he didn't capture the person." Jian Ruochen said, "He was in a panic when he was escaping, and accidentally dropped the case report in front of the newspaper office."

He made up the story with great interest, "Then the newspaper reporter heard the news and came to the West Kowloon Regional Police Station for an interview. He happened to see the Secretary for Security's car parked outside the West Kowloon Police Station, so he squatted outside the door waiting for the interview, and then spread the news that the Secretary for Security deliberately shielded the murderer."

Guan Yingjun frowned, and suddenly laughed softly, "Your words echoed a little, and I know that the Secretary for Security has arrived at the West Kowloon Regional Police Station. Is he already in the stairwell?"

"Um."

"I'll give you a copy of the case report." Guan Yingjun hung up the phone, turned around and went to the switchboard room, raised his hand to turn off the surveillance in the corridor of the serious crime team, turned back to the office, made a copy of the case report, went down one floor from the elevator, and went around to the security passage.

As expected, Jian Ruochen was seen.

In the dim light, Jian Ruochen sat in front of the sign of the safe passage, his arms resting on his bent knees, one leg stretched straight, looking extremely unrestrained.

It was as if this was not a stairwell but a sofa in an office.

Guan Yingjun's annoyance caused by the Director of the Security Bureau was completely dissipated in an instant.

He walked up a few steps and handed over the documents.

Jian Ruochen took it and flipped through it.

It is detailed and concise at the right time, with everything that should be there included and all the confidential content that shouldn't be there extracted.

This thief is quite sensible.

He winked at Guan Yingjun and said, "You go back. I'm leaving. The two of us are too conspicuous together."

Guan Yingjun looked at him deeply and said, "Bring your bodyguards with you, be careful."

"I know, I know." Jian Ruochen took the case report, jumped down the stairs in two steps, and went to play with public opinion.

In the 1990s, the situation was chaotic and everyone was struggling to make ends meet. The people of Hong Kong were oppressed for a long time and were at the bottom of the social pyramid.

The British Hong Kong government looked down on these people and did not understand that it was this vast number of ordinary people who supported the entire Hong Kong.

They will not understand that a huge and continuous tsunami of public opinion is enough to affect the progress of a case.

It can also help to resolve the aversion of some Hong Kong people towards the mainland.

Jian Ruochen's abacus was clattering.

I called all the way from the West Kowloon Regional Police Station to the newspaper office.

Noranda Weir had no idea what she was about to face.

He finished his afternoon tea, and his impatience reached its peak. "Madam, I'm just here to pick someone up. What can be done in 30 minutes at the Royal Hong Kong Police Station can't be done in 3 hours at the West Kowloon Regional Police Station. No wonder you can only work as a superintendent for five years, and your father only got promoted to the Supervision Department of the Police Force."

Lin Yazhi's forehead was throbbing. She raised her hand to look at her palm and began to think about how to end it after slapping the Director of Security Bureau in the face.

Can't collect.

Just be patient.

It’s so annoying. At this time yesterday, Oliver Keith had already been driven to a breakdown in the interrogation room by Consultant Jane.

They were going to continue asking questions today, but now that the Director of Security has arrived, they can only put Oliver Keith in the detention center and wait.

Lin Yazhi said: "We also have our own work process. The Royal Hong Kong Police Department released the person without seeing the extradition order. That means their work attitude is not correct. We in West Kowloon will be responsible for our actions."

Noranda Weir turned green.

The way he said this was just like pointing at the Royal Hong Kong Police Headquarters and cursing: You dog of the British Hong Kong government.

Nolanda Weir finished the last of her coffee. "I hope Superintendent Lin won't regret his decision."

Lin Ya Si smiled and said, "I'll take you down."

"No need!" said Noranda Weir.

Lin Yazhi said "Oh", "Please do as you please."

As she spoke, she didn't even bother to be polite. She lowered her waist and sat down steadily on the sofa.

Nolanda Weir hit a wall twice in a row. When she stood up, she thought of what happened in Le Jinwen's office yesterday. She was furious and walked quickly to the parking lot. She couldn't hold back any longer and cursed: "Damn it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people rushed in from the side.

They were wearing journalist badges and yellow vests, and were followed by a few patrol officers who looked like they were going to stop people but actually didn't.

The group of strong men rushed into the parking lot with a lot of chatter, and the microphone in the lead was almost stuck into the mouth of the Director of the Security Bureau.

He shouted, "Excuse me, what are you yelling about?"

"Is it because the West Kowloon Regional Police Station was unwilling to cooperate with the British Hong Kong government in releasing the British murderer that you became angry and embarrassed?"

Another big man said in a shocking voice: "Olivier Conant Keith, a tenured professor at Hong Kong University, has killed 9 people in 6 years! All 9 people were Chinese who returned to China or came to Hong Kong to study. May I ask if it was you who instructed him to kill astrophysics researchers and plagiarize the victims' academic achievements?"

"If it wasn't you who gave the order, then why did you come to the West Kowloon Regional Police Station to rescue him?"

There is no truth in this.

It's like an unreasonable old man who is trying to scam people on the street, holding up his waist and yelling: It was you who hit me. If it wasn't you, why would you be helping me?

Noranda Weir was pushed back.

He stretched out his hand to open the door and get in the car, but the reporters were experienced and knew what he was thinking. A group of strong men pushed forward and forced him away from the side of the car.

The reporters were actually feeling a little nervous, but when they thought of the thick stack of cash given by Jian Ruochen, they steeled themselves and rushed forward with microphones in hand.

Anyway, they were wearing gauze masks, so I couldn’t see their faces and had no idea who they were.

rush!

A row of heads popped out of the window of the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit's lounge and looked down.

I watched as reporters and cameramen pushed Noranda Weir from the parking lot back to the entrance of West Kowloon Police Station.

The cameraman took two steps back, took a panoramic shot, and nodded with satisfaction while holding the camera.

At this moment, everyone's mood changed from extreme depression to extreme comfort.

It feels better than just slapping the director in the face.

Lin Yazhi turned around and asked, "Who leaked the case?"

This is against regulations.

What if the Security Bureau goes crazy and asks for accountability?

Guan Yingjun remained calm and said, "A thief broke into Group A at noon, but the surveillance camera happened to be broken, so nothing was captured."

Lin Yazhi: …

Jian Ruochen's lies are so credible because he is a good actor.

Guan Yingjun's lies are highly credible simply because he speaks in a straightforward and self-assured manner.

It’s a pity that the surveillance camera at West Kowloon Police Station will not break unless you go to the computer room and turn it off yourself.

It seems that this is the solution that Consultant Jian came up with.

"Has the surveillance been restored?" Lin Yazhi asked.

"It's fixed." Guan Yingjun leaned against the window frame and looked down.

Noranda Weir was defeated step by step and was in a very embarrassing situation.

The more he kept silent and didn't know how to explain, the more excited the reporters became.

“Does the British Hong Kong government intend to kill talented people in Hong Kong?”

His previous anger was partly an act, but now that he understood the attitude of the Security Bureau, his true feelings suddenly emerged.

"These old bastards!"

There was silence downstairs for a moment.

Jian Ruochen: ...

You can just curse in your heart, why is there any sound leaking out?

He walked forward with a smile, looking like he had just arrived, "What are you doing?"

Nolanda Weir's face turned pale, and she pointed at the man who accidentally leaked the sound just now and asked, "What did he say?"

Although he didn't understand Cantonese, he could tell that it was not a good thing to say.

"Oh." Jian Ruochen raised his hand and pushed Noranda Weir's hand down, "He said that the British Hong Kong government is..."

The reporters' hearts skipped a beat.

Jian Ruochen wouldn't burn his bridges after crossing them, right?

"My senses are really dull." Jian Ruochen said with a smile.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Jian Ruochen grabbed Noranda Weir's hand and shook it, then quickly said, "I know the British Hong Kong government is targeting me for their own benefit and to muddy the waters. But the return has been decided for so many years, you should know that this matter has long been a done deal, and no matter how much you struggle, it will be useless."

Nolanda Weir's face changed.

"I know what you want, but even if I die, Conant can't belong to Oliver Keith. Before going to work today, I have already made a will. If I die, all the family businesses will be given to Mr. Luo Binwen." Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes, staring straight at the man in front of him, and sneered, "You are trying to please the wrong person."

Nolanda Will didn't expect him to be so decisive and resolute. Her face turned pale for a moment. "How could you do this? Connacht is a British noble family. Connacht's prosperity is backed by Britain! We should sacrifice our blood and flesh for Britain!"

"I have the right to do so." Jian Ruochen paused, and then said, "Go back and discuss with your superiors. Instead of taking this useless murderer back, it is better to cooperate with Conant. Conant's industries are spread all over the world. If the UK wants to get a piece of the pie, it is best to cooperate with us to achieve a win-win situation."

Nolanda Weir shuddered.

What a good move to cut off the source of the problem!

What should he do then?

"The rumor that I was shielding a murderer has spread! How do you want me to end up?"

"Rumors? End?" Jian Ruochen asked in surprise, "End what?"

You couldn't stand it when this reporter rushed in front of you. When the whole nation despises you in the future, won't you be so angry that you can't sleep?

Anyway, the deputy director of the Security Bureau has been in office for nearly half a year, so it’s time for him to be promoted.

The mainland should arrange a new deputy director.

I hope the former deputy director can adapt to this promotion pace.

Jian Ruochen made a gesture of invitation, "Go back and talk to the higher-ups first, I will help you stop the reporters. I think what my higher-ups said is right, and it is also appropriate to apply it to Connacht and the British Hong Kong government."

"Connacht's prosperity is the result of the efforts of the entire Connacht family from generation to generation. It cannot be attributed to the British government. On the contrary, you should have gained a lot of benefits from it. I don't have to break up with you completely. After letting go of Oliver Keith, you can do business with Connacht."

As for whether it will succeed or not, that is not certain.

Capitalists are good at making big promises, and everyone seems to be good at it.

Nolanda Weir turned pale.

What do you mean by “my superiors in the family”? You might as well just say “Chinese”.

Jian Ruochen raised his head and gestured towards the parking lot, then actually waved his hand and led the reporter into the lobby of the police station.

Nolanda Weir didn't have time to think about it and left in a panic and distracted manner.

The reporters carrying cameras and microphones craned their necks to watch for a while.

It’s so exciting. It’s really enjoyable.

It really boosts my morale!

Everyone looked at each other quietly and cheered secretly in their hearts.

The leading man was wearing a mask and sweating profusely. He looked at Jian Ruochen with burning eyes and said, "Is it true that the Director of the Security Bureau intends to shield the murderer?"

"It's all true." Jian Ruochen said meaningfully, "Today's events are all true, and the lost documents are also true. As for how to write more to make more money, it depends on your ability."

He contacted three newspapers and two media outlets, but in order to avoid suspicion, he deliberately did not contact his own family members.

Among these five companies, there must be one that can be useful.

He took out another wad of money, counted it, and gave it to the leader in five portions. "Thank you for your hard work. It seems you are very hot. Please have some sweet water."

Guan Yingjun stood not far away and watched, laughing lightly.

This game started brilliantly and the situation turned around in an instant.

It’s a pity that Jian Ruochen, with his eloquence, doesn’t play politics.

He thought that this time it was just to protect Oliver Conant Keith from being rescued by the British Hong Kong government, but he didn't expect that Jian Ruochen wanted to directly add fuel to the fire and take the opportunity to replace the Secretary for Security.

Once the waves are pushed high, it will be difficult for Noranda Weir to get down from the crest of the storm.

He raised his hand and beckoned to Jian Ruochen: "Let's go. Continue the trial."

Jian Ruochen walked over quickly, pulled at his collar and shook it, "It's so hot outside."

The smell of the young man rushed into his nose as he moved. Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and glanced, only to see two spots of powder on the jade-white skin in the open and closed collar. His chest was crystal clear and reflected the light, and was covered with fine sweat.

Guan Yingjun turned his head away from the scene that intruded into his sight, and the tips of his ears turned red.

He agreed: "It is indeed hot."