Chapter 174 Haircut

After the press conference, you still have to deal with reporters.

Jian Ruochen sat on the stage, with a white light in front of his eyes, but he could still accurately locate the reporter who was asking questions based on his hearing.

STN representative reporter Chen Zhuyao was the first to raise her hand.

Lin Yazhi nodded at her: "Please speak."

Chen Zhuyao took the microphone and said, "It is said that the Special Investigation Team of the West Kowloon Regional Police Station was established to investigate the Lu family triad and the Jiang family bribery and financial cases. Now that the case has been concluded, what will happen to the Special Investigation Team? Will the Serious Crime Unit still be retained?"

Lin Yazhi was slightly stunned for a moment, holding the microphone in front of her and pressing it down, "The serious crime team will be retained, but the special investigation team set up for these two serial cases will be temporarily disbanded, and there will also be some personnel transfers in the serious crime team."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar in the audience.

“Is there a possibility that the West Kowloon Regional Police Station will abandon the donkey after it has served its purpose?”

"Could you please tell me if Consultant Kan will return to the West Kowloon Regional Police Station after he graduates and enters the police academy?"

"Excuse me--"

Chen Zhuyao raised her voice, interrupting the reporters who were interrupting her, "Will Lu Rong face a public trial?"

"Yes." Lin Yazhi said firmly.

Even if the Kowloon Magistrates' Courts do not want to hold a public trial, they will force the Kowloon Magistrates' Courts to do so.

This is also one of the purposes of this press conference.

Chen Zhuyao sat down. STN already had the face given by the West Kowloon Regional Police Station. She couldn't take advantage of Jian's status as a consultant and make things difficult for her boss.

Lin Yazhi clicked on Midu News again.

A male reporter stood up and said, "There are many powerful people like the Lu family in Hong Kong. I heard that while Mr. Kan helped the West Kowloon Regional Police Station catch Lu Rong, he also annexed the Lu family's enterprises. I would like to ask if Mr. Kan will do the same thing in the future and drive other capital out of Hong Kong?"

Jian Ruochen raised his eyes and looked over.

This doesn't seem like a question that someone like Gu Youming would ask.

There seemed to be a layer of fog in front of his eyes, and his palms were a little sweaty.

This is an extremely tricky question.

And it was a question only he could answer.

If he answers badly, his motives for helping West Kowloon to arrest Lu Rong will be questioned.

Jian Ruochen pursed his lips tightly. Under the spotlight, the gold in his eyes looked like molten gold. When such a question fell on his head, he felt extremely excited.

It's really exciting.

Everyone around him was nervous.

Lin Yazhi wanted to help him block this problem.

Jian Ruochen spoke up, "Any interest group does not belong to one person, they are made up of tens of millions of families. Although Lu Rong has fallen, the people under him are so innocent. I can't watch them lose their jobs in Hong Kong."

"Of course, the companies that have been merged into Conant have already opened up resignation channels, and employees who want to change jobs or leave can leave on their own."

He spoke slowly, enunciating each word with extreme caution.

The entire press conference seemed to have become his stage, with everyone staring at Jian Ruochen who was speaking.

Jian Ruochen pressed the documents on the table and said, "The Regional Police Department arrested Lu Rong because of this thick pile of criminal evidence, not because of someone's selfish desires."

"One of my elders once said that to be a police officer, you don't need to be famous, you need to be handsome and give people a chance to reform."①

"Please pay your taxes if you have to pay taxes, and atone for your sins if you have committed them. The Kowloon West Regional Police Station will never arrest anyone without reason. As long as it is not a mistake of principle, everyone will have the opportunity to correct their mistakes."

All cameras were focused on Jian Ruochen who was speaking. His eyes were firm and gentle, tolerant and smiling. He seemed to be looking at everyone, yet it seemed as if nothing caught his eyes.

Lin Yazhi didn't dare to breathe until Jian Ruochen finished speaking, then she exhaled deeply the breath she had inhaled into her chest.

That's the perfect answer.

It calmed down the panicked Lu employees, calmed down the powerful people of the same nature as the Lu family, and gave a decent answer to the reporter who asked the question.

She was so nervous that her soul almost left her body. If she didn't answer this question directed at Jian Ruochen well, the clean image that West Kowloon had always established would be ruined.

After all, no one would trust a police station that solves cases for profit.

fine.

Lin Yazhi answered a few more questions and announced the end of the press conference, only to find that her back was covered in sweat.

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Jian Ruochen hid behind the baffle and put in eye drops.

He couldn't see clearly and couldn't unscrew the bottle cap.

Guan Yingjun took it, unscrewed it, and held Jian Ruochen's neck to help him light it.

The cold liquid moistened his eyes. Jian Ruochen subconsciously closed his eyes and took a breath. He pulled the shirt that was stuck to his back with his backhand and found it was soaked.

"I shouldn't have let you coax me...and let you drink so much alcohol." Guan Yingjun said.

Jian Ruochen opened his eyes and looked at him, then smiled and said, "I won't drink so much next time. Who knows who will benefit in the end?"

Guan Yingjun's protruding Adam's apple slid against the skin of his neck.

He looked away, "What happened to Gu Youming?"

How could Midu Entertainment be allowed to ask such sharp and tricky questions?

Jian Ruochen: "It must be allowed by the higher-ups. They are testing me through him."

Politics isn't that fun either.

The above probably wants to see whether he is suitable for living a life of intrigue and deception.

This is probably the last level.

Besides...

"Although Gu Youming and I have the same stance, we are still competitors. There are no eternal friends in the business world of this world." Jian Ruochen said with curved eyebrows. After being moistened by eye drops, he could finally see every subtle expression of Guan Yingjun.

Jian Ruochen looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he raised his hand, hooked Guan Yingjun's neck and pulled him down, leaning close to the man's ear and saying, "...but there is an eternal lover."

Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and looked at him, "Don't play with me here."

Jian Ruochen smiled at him. The light from the spotlight was very bright and hot, making people sweat, their faces flushed, and even their necks wet.

He asked with a smile: "You don't look like you really don't want to hear it."

Like holding on.

Guan Yingjun was helpless with him, so he raised his hand, grabbed Jian Ruochen's cheek and kissed him.

After the press conference was over, the West Kowloon Crime Squad returned home.

Jian Ruochen grabbed a handful of cards and stuffed them into Guan Yingjun's hands, "Take these invitations to the celebration banquet and distribute them."

It was called an invitation, but in fact it was just two dozen cards with the hotel location and the floor for the banquet written on them. The content was very simple, with black text on a white background and gold-stamped edges.

The above is the time they discussed with Lin Yazhi, the evening of July 31st.

It was the day of Hong Kong University’s graduation ceremony.

There is still one month left from today.

If you are lucky, that day will also be the day when Lu Rong will be publicly tried.

After a month of wrangling by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Molkerlin would be sent back to the country along with more than a hundred spies in exchange for the informants and scientists detained abroad.

China has enough bargaining chips to raise the price.

Rest time always goes by extra fast because there are no cases and no school to go to.

Jian Ruochen finally had the opportunity to go to a driving school to learn how to drive.

Early in the morning on July 31st, Jian Ruochen finished his morning exercise and prepared to take a shower and get a haircut.

It’s summer now and it’s really hot to have long hair.

It's even worse when practicing driving. The sun shines through the front windshield onto my face and hair, making me dizzy and sweaty. But my hair is draped over my neck and gets stuck to my sweat. It does make me cooler if I pull my hair apart and tie it up, but it's still not as good as having short hair.

Jian Ruochen was so hot that he didn't want to do anything.

Didn't even want two people in the bed.

His health is getting better and better, and he is very energetic. I finally understood the pain of Guan Yingjun who wanted to be shirtless every summer.

After taking a shower, Jian Ruochen lifted up his newly changed silk shirt, opened the window facing the woods, lay on the sofa with his belly exposed, and ate popsicles to cool down.

After completing the promotion and transfer procedures, Guan Yingjun walked around the police department and went back to look for someone. As soon as he entered the door, he saw this scene.

He walked over and closed the curtains, then touched Jian Ruochen's slightly chilled belly and pulled down his shirt, "Eating popsicles in the morning?"

Jian Ruochen said listlessly, "It's so hot."

He fell in front of Guan Yingjun, lazy and casual, the light and shadow fell on him through the curtains, half-covered, looking hazy and sexy, "I feel like I've made up too much."

He gained thirty pounds in two years. He is no longer skinny and is now a normal weight with well-proportioned muscles. He still looks strong when he relaxes, but he looks thin because of his high muscle density.

Ginseng, deer antler and chicken soup, sea cucumber and angelica porridge, and steamed turtle with longan and wolfberry are served at home every now and then.

All gods will be transformed into mortals.

Jian Ruochen took the last bite and held it in his mouth, feeling reluctant to swallow it.

So cool and refreshing.

I want to eat another one.

If Guan Yingjun was not there, he would eat secretly.

What a pity, the Lord is at home today. He must think it is unhealthy to eat two in the morning.

"Aren't you going to get a haircut?" Guan Yingjun asked while sitting in a corner of the sofa.

"Yeah." Jian Ruochen winked at him and said vaguely, "I'll show you the first one after I finish cutting it."

Guan Yingjun half-closed his eyes, looking at him in the interlaced light and shadow, with one hand on the back of the sofa, leaning over and saying, "This is your home."

All people.

Bodyguards, servants, cooks, butlers, all included.

Jian Ruochen raised an eyebrow and swallowed the popsicle, "Don't I just rely on the fact that they are all human?"

If he was in Bauhinia Apartment, he definitely wouldn't dare to tease people so early in the morning.

Guan Yingjun laughed and said, "Get up, let's go."

"Oh." Jian Ruochen responded and glanced inside the kitchen as he passed by while going downstairs.

The soldier from the mainland was sitting on a small stool in the kitchen, sipping an orange juice-flavored popsicle. He was only wearing a loosely washed white vest, his short hair was dripping with heat, and his face, which was tanned from years of cross-country training, showed his confusion about the Hong Kong summer.

If he had transformed from a cicada, he would be shouting loudly now: It’s so hot, so hot, so hot.

Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and looked over, then opened the door of the freezer, took out a hawthorn-flavored candy, and said to the sergeant sitting on a small stool, "You can go anywhere when you don't have work to do. The kitchen is too hot and humid."

These words sounded very much like those of a male host. Jian Ruochen even tilted his head to look at Guan Yingjun a little longer. If he was jealous, he only glanced at him once, but it didn't seem like that.

The sergeant major said in a shocking voice, as if reporting: "No, Uncle Luo asked me to watch the young master. He said that the young master likes to steal popsicles! Last Sunday, he ate four popsicles in one day while we were away!"

Guan Yingjun's fingers that were tearing the wrapping paper paused for a moment, and the oil paper with the popsicle brand printed on it suddenly stuck to the round hawthorn popsicle. @Infinite good articles, all in Banxia Novels

The oil paper was yellow and white with dark purple traditional Chinese characters printed on it, probably Song font. At first glance, it looked like the packaging of a Northeastern large board. Jian Ruochen felt that it must be one of those delicious old popsicles.

Guan Yingjun put one hand on Jian Ruochen's shoulder, paused and said, "It's okay, we'll go out today."

The sergeant immediately stood up and went out of the kitchen through the back door as if he couldn't stay any longer.

He stood in the wind and let out a comfortable sigh.

The kitchen is really hot.

Jian Ruochen felt so guilty that he broke out in a sweat, thinking that he shouldn't have looked over there unnecessarily.

Just as he was thinking about how to explain, a piece of cold ice was pressed against his lips.

Guan Yingjun held the bamboo stick below and said, "I'll only give you one more taste, no more."

Jian Ruochen stretched out his tongue and took a lick. It had a strong hawthorn flavor, but was sweeter than the corn flavor he had taken.

It’s delicious, you should just bite off a piece.

Guan Yingjun's eyes were somewhat dark.

He withdrew his hand, finished the popsicle in a few bites, threw away the bamboo stick, and drove Jian Ruochen to get a haircut.

The two found a reputable store near Causeway Bay.

There is air conditioning.

After Jian Ruochen washed his hair, he sat in the barber chair with his head wrapped, waiting, his eyes fixed on the wall-mounted mirror in front of him.

The edge of the mirror was wrapped in bright red plastic, with some marks of cigarette burns on it. The barber tools on the table were particularly clean, and there was not a single piece of extra hair on the curling comb.

The handles of the hair clippers look new and have no wear or tear.

Jian Ruochen narrowed his eyes, suddenly stood up, and looked at several seats in the store.

It's all like this.

There were not many customers in the shop, but the air conditioning was turned on very high. Although the barber who was cutting people's hair was skilled, when he was searching for tools, he seemed to have no idea what was in the bag and always took a long time to search.

Something is wrong.

Jian Ruochen glanced at Guan Yingjun who was sitting next to him, and the two of them made eye contact.

The barber came and was stunned when he walked in front of Jian Ruochen, "Mr. Jian?"

Guan Yingjun took out his hat and covered his face before he turned his head.

"No." Jian Ruochen lied without thinking, showing his eyes enthusiastically, "Looks like him, right? He's very popular recently, and he looks so special, so I went to England to dye my irises to imitate him."

The barber had never heard of this technique, but seeing Jian Ruochen being so calm, he felt that... maybe it really existed, and it could be that he was just ignorant.

Jian Ruochen opened the hair package again: "And this hair, I went to England specially to do it, this color, this length, so cool! It's a pity that it's too hot now, I really can't stand it, I'll find someone to cut it."

The barber said "Oh".

He thought for a moment and felt that he didn't know whether to believe it or not.

If it is true, if he does something rashly, wouldn't he be giving others an excuse?

What if it was fake? If he took it seriously, wouldn't he be extremely stupid?

The barber picked up the comb and worked, "What's your name?"

"My last name is Liu." Jian Ruochen said.

jingle.

The wind chimes at the door of the barber shop rang.

A person stepped in.

Before Jian Ruochen could say anything, he heard Guan Yingjun sneeze behind him.

The man took two or three steps to Jian Ruochen's side and said to the barber, "I heard that Hong Kong is very turbulent recently... That guy is in West Kowloon! He's really crazy!"

"Brother Jiu." He put his head under the barber's eyes, "Look at this dragon tattooed next to my ear. Isn't it handsome?"

The barber's eyelids jumped and he pushed him with his hand: "Poor boy, sit aside, can't you see that I have customers?"

The man tilted his head and looked over.

Jian Ruochen smiled at him, "You just returned home? Me too. Look at my hair. It was done in the UK. It hurt when I got it connected. But I heard that Brother Jiu is good at cutting hair. It's too hot today, so I wanted to come and get it cut. What about you? What kind of haircut do you want?"

Behind him, Brother Nine was stunned for a moment, and suddenly believed most of it. If the rumor was really true, would Consultant Jian chat with a socialite with a tattoo on his ear like this?

He should be noble, instead of smiling so, so...

Brother Jiu didn’t know what to say.

But most people can't resist this kind of smile. Anyone who is looked at so enthusiastically and with such a smile will be stunned and moved.

It doesn't matter what gender you have, it's just that this face is so good-looking.

Men and women will be stunned physiologically when they see it.

Ninth Brother shook his head, reminding himself to be alert, and glanced at the person who came, warning him not to talk nonsense.