Chapter 132 Thank you for serving the Party and the people

Lin Yazhi stared at the reporter for a while, until the microphone he raised was getting lower and lower, then she retracted her gaze, "The West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit has strict rules and regulations, and torture is strictly prohibited. All interrogations are based on evidence."

"The newly recruited criminal psychology consultant, Mr. Jian Ruochen, played a huge role in the interrogation. This should be the fundamental reason why we solved the case faster."

After he finished speaking, Jian Ruochen quickly took a few steps back, but the sharp-eyed reporters still saw him.

The two groups looked at each other.

Jian Ruochen took another step back.

The reporters reacted immediately and rushed forward.

"Counselor Jian, could you please reveal the details of the interrogation?"

"Counselor Jian, may I ask if you used any means to induce a confession during the interrogation? Did you let down your guard because the other party was related to you by blood?"

"Advisor Jian, I heard that you saved 20 hours on this case. Is this number exaggerated?"

"Counselor Jian, you have integrated into the West Kowloon Regional Police Station so early. Will you continue to be a criminal psychologist in the West Kowloon Regional Police Station after graduating from university? As far as I know, West Kowloon is the only police station in Hong Kong that has added this position. Will you face a situation where you have nowhere to go in the future?"

"Advisor Jian, West Kowloon has hired a college student who has never attended the police academy as a criminal psychologist. Do you feel any psychological pressure? Is this against the regulations?"

Problems came one after another.

Jian Ruochen listened carefully for a while and suddenly felt something was wrong.

These questions seemed innocent enough, but they were actually very suggestive, especially from the reporter who tore off the station logo. Every question he asked was very sharp.

Jian Ruochen thought as he spoke: "According to the regulations, the details of the interrogation cannot be disclosed. As for working without a license... Actually, the person that the West Kowloon Police Station wanted to invite was my teacher at the beginning, but Teacher Li insisted on the idea of ​​teaching and educating people, and wanted to cultivate more talents for Hong Kong, so he passed this opportunity to me."

"If I have a problem that I can't solve, I'll call Teacher Li."

The reporters listened with great interest.

It turns out that there is such a story behind a criminal psychologist.

Consultant Jian is so amazing, what kind of person is the Teacher Li he mentioned?

Everyone speculated curiously, forgetting all the previous questions.

Jian Ruochen smiled and said casually, "I hope everyone can help us promote the criminal behavior analysis major at Xiangjiang University. This is a new course in the School of Social Sciences. There will be public lectures every Wednesday and Sunday from 9 to 11 in the first two months of the new semester."

As he spoke, he took money out of his pocket.

Every time I miss mobile payment, it is more convenient than cash just by scanning.

Jian Ruochen took out a few cards and handed out ten to each person, "Please help us recruit students. Our teacher Li is a tenured professor and the former leader of the FBI Behavior Analysis Team. In the future, each police station and sub-station will set up positions related to behavioral analysis and criminal psychology, so employment will not be a problem."

The reporter who tore off the station logo blushed, and wanted to pick some more trouble against Jian Ruochen, but he was too embarrassed to do so.

The money in my hand is so thick!

Consultant Jane is really approachable.

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Jian Ruochen sent the reporters to write the "enrollment brochure", looked at their backs, and let out a sigh of relief. I don’t know whether the reporter who tore off the station logo was sent by someone else or just wanted to cause trouble.

Too bad there's no camera.

"There is no case today, why are you here?" Lin Yazhi stood beside him at some point.

Jian Ruochen: "I'll help. There's too much follow-up information for Team A to write. It's better to finish it sooner so that we can start the prosecution process sooner."

He thought of Luo Binwen, who had been absent-minded these days, and paused, muttering in a low voice: "After all, he is the murderer of my mother."

Lin Yazhi sighed and changed the subject abruptly: "By the way, Group A has made great contributions this time, and the higher-ups have decided to give out bonuses! You get one too, 1 million Hong Kong dollars."

Jian Ruochen exclaimed, "What a windfall!"

He laughed as he spoke, "That's a lot of money!"

Compared with 10 billion, 1 million is just a drop in the bucket, but 1 million is earned by him.

The meaning is different.

"Everyone has 1 million?" Jian Ruochen followed Lin Yazhi to the serious crime team.

"How can we afford that? Based on their contributions, the others probably received 500,000 to 800,000 yuan. This is a big case with a lot of cases involved. If you add up all the cases, the one who received a 500,000 yuan reward will only get 700,000 yuan in the end."

As Lin Yazhi spoke, she glanced back and saw that the commander-in-chief was not there, so she whispered, "Don't think that Guan Sir always keeps silent. In fact, he knew that the director of the Security Bureau was about to step down, so he personally asked for the money."

Jian Ruochen: ...

Are you saying that before Noranda Weir stepped down, he was blackmailed by a senior inspector of the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit A for nearly 10 million yuan, and the money was used to pay bonuses to those who helped him step down?

Killing people is heartbreaking!

Jian Ruochen couldn't help but chuckle, "Why would anyone give it to me?"

"Maybe you think that spending money can ward off disaster." Lin Yazhi shrugged. "By the way, the director of the Security Bureau asked me to give you this."

Lin Yazhi rummaged in her pocket and pulled out an envelope.

Jian Ruochen opened the door and took a look. There was a letter and a meal ticket inside.

The current director of the Security Bureau is the deputy director sent by China. He really seized this opportunity and rose to the top in one fell swoop.

"He heard from somewhere that you like mainland food, so he gave you a meal coupon for Zhang Da Restaurant. It is said that this restaurant has a chef from the northern part of the mainland." Lin Yazhi was very excited. "This restaurant is expensive and difficult to book. Now the director is quite concerned about you."

How can I not take it seriously?

He had been sitting in the position of deputy director for half a year, and before he could even get comfortable in the chair, he was suddenly promoted to director.

Lin Yazhi thought about it carefully and felt that after Lu Rong was arrested, there would definitely be many people who would get promoted because of him. Could it be that Jian Ruochen was really the reincarnation of the God of Wealth?

The two parted ways at the door of the serious crime unit.

Jian Ruochen opened the letter and read it word by word.

[Mr. Jian, I am glad to receive your letter.]

Thank you for everything you have done for the Party and the people. 】

Still in simplified Chinese!

Jian Ruochen closed the letter with a snap, his heart pounding. He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he stuffed the letter under the desk and read it with the same posture as he had when he was in junior high school, peeking at comics.

[… Half a year ago, I received an order to infiltrate a hostile force. I was extremely anxious and could not make any progress. I never expected…]

He wrote in an ambiguous and vague way. If anyone else read it, they would have no idea what he was talking about.

But Jian Ruochen could understand it. He continued reading and read some things about the 5.9 billion development project. It said that an engineer had been found. He was a patriotic professor who had returned from the United States. He had signed a confidentiality agreement as soon as he came back and had been protected. His name could not be disclosed.

After quietly muttering everything that might be concerning him, he said a long list implicitly at the end.

Translated: Is there anything you want? Do you want to become a glorious party member? Do you want to join the Hong Kong Chamber of Commerce?

It's time to start. The relationship between Hong Kong and the mainland should be cultivated from an early age.

Mr. Gu Youming, the former richest man in Hong Kong, brought his industries to the United States in just half a year, and then brought assets and some industries from the United States to mainland China. He has begun to seize the market in mainland China. You should learn from him!

Jian Ruochen was sweating profusely after seeing this.

Is this the power of 5.9 billion, or the power of his success in bringing down the British colonial running dogs?

Why does it feel like the people above are about to pry open his mouth and force rice into his mouth with a look of disappointment?

Not normal...

But if you think about it carefully, Gu Youming is in his forties or fifties, and his ideology has been formed. It is normal for him to want to cultivate some relationships with younger entrepreneurs who are more pro-China. After all, his political stance is very firm.

But he is not an entrepreneur!

Jian Ruochen folded the letter, dug out Guan Yingjun's ashtray, burned it, and then found the restaurant's reservation voucher.

Sure enough, the reservation time and table number were written on it.

If it was the Secretary for Security who wanted to meet with him, there shouldn't be so much trouble. Maybe it was someone else who wanted to meet with him?

He stood up and took a few anxious steps.

who? Who will come?

The fortune-telling I saw at Wong Tai Sin Temple at the beginning of the year turned out to be so accurate?

Jiang Taigong was appointed prime minister, which was a very good omen.

If he wants the power to overturn the table, he must take this path. It's just a little early now...

It's been 93 years, and there are still 4 years left. It's no wonder they are anxious.

So why should he hesitate?

Jian Ruochen tightly grasped the reservation voucher and made up his mind.

October 7th.

The last day of the National Day holiday.

He will definitely keep the appointment when the time comes.

"What are you thinking about?" Guan Yingjun came back from the forensic department and saw Jian Ruochen staring at the window in a daze.

"Thinking about the future." Jian Ruochen looked around and saw that there was no one in the office, so he leaned close to Guan Yingjun's ear and asked, "What do you want to do in the future? After leaving the serious crime team, where do you want to move up?"

"Go back to CIB." Guan Yingjun straightened Jian Ruochen's messy hair. "I'll be working in intelligence for the next ten years. Calculating the time, it's almost time to clean up the remaining British intelligence personnel and gangster organizations in Hong Kong. It will be easier for me to cooperate with CIB."

He lowered his eyes and looked at Jian Ruochen meaningfully, "If the eldest brother at that time would think so."

Jian Ruochen touched the tip of his nose and asked, "What are you looking at me for?"

Guan Yingjun's eyes fell on his flushed cheeks and bright, clear eyes, and the corners of his lips curved down, "You are quite suitable to be the position."

Jian Ruochen: ...

Does Director Le know that you think so?

He muttered, "What if you become the top brother? Your uncle is already one, and you will inherit all his connections, how great it would be."

Guan Yingjun laughed and shook his head slowly.

Rather than being the boss who worries about the public security in Hong Kong, he wants to make the best knife.

There is no need for any social skills, as long as Jian Ruochen thinks it is useful.

"What connections can compare to the ones you have now?" Guan Yingjun picked up the ashtray on the window, poked his fingertips in it, and wiped the ashes inside.

"Paper ash, gray carbonized, very similar to the state of wood ash, should be about 250 grams of letter paper, this." He paused, picked up the unburned part, a red double-line paper corner, and there was a rubbing of the seal on the edge. The words printed on the seal were in small simplified Chinese characters, "Station paper from the mainland."

As he spoke, he took out a lighter and burned the fish that had escaped the net. "Next time, burn them vertically. If they are in a ball, they won't burn cleanly."

The summer wind blew, and the gray paper ashes fluttered out of the window, and the bright sunlight fell on the window frame.

Jian Ruochen took a wet tissue, lowered his head, and turned Guan Yingjun's hands over and over, cleaning even the gaps between his fingers.

Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and looked at him, his neck unconsciously tensed.

"The last piece of evidence has also been destroyed." Jian Ruochen said softly.

His heart was beating wildly.

Sir Guan doesn’t reason with people face to face very often, but every time he does, he is… confident and resolute.

It seems like I have never missed it.

Jian Ruochen grabbed his hand and snorted and joked: "How about this, I committed the crime and you destroyed the evidence, so we are accomplices?"