Chapter 193 He Has a Family Now (Update)

The next day, Luo Binwen had a rare moment of free time, so he brought some gifts from his business partners and a few contracts that needed Jian Ruochen's review.

Jian Ruochen had just taken a shower. He was so exhausted yesterday that he was still a little unsteady when he walked. When he passed Guan Yingjun, he used the sofa as a cover to kick him.

It was neither light nor heavy. Guan Yingjun didn't even sway. He made a pot of green tea for Luo Binwen with a normal expression, "Uncle Luo, please sit down."

Luo Binwen clenched his fist and sat down on the sofa in silence.

The sofa cover has been changed. It was originally gray, but now it has become black. There is not a single pillow on the L-shaped long sofa seat. Luo Binwen glanced around, took a sip of tea, and raised his eyes to see a row of pillow cores and pillowcases that had been unpacked and washed and dried hanging on the south balcony.

Luo Binwen was also a young man once. He could hardly drink the green tea anymore and felt it was bitter and astringent.

"Dad." Jian Ruochen saw that he was unhappy, so he sat down next to him, leaned his cheek against his shoulder and asked, "Who made you unhappy?"

People in Hong Kong are more used to calling him daddy, but Jian Ruochen still prefers to call him daddy.

When he called "Dad" repeatedly, his voice became higher and a little breathy, which made him sound particularly intimate.

Luo Binwen felt soft-hearted after hearing this and kept saying no.

He was being stared at by a pair of amber eyes that were almost identical to the young lady's, and he couldn't say anything to find fault.

Luo Binwen finished the cup of green tea, and Guan Yingjun gave him another cup, this time with lemon and honey, and a small jar of sugar cubes on another tray, with an expression of "I can also read people's faces."

A cup of pure tea was forcibly brewed into sweet lemon green tea.

As Luo Binwen drank, he placed the contract in front of Jian Ruochen, "This is the project plan sent by Jian Electronic Technology. I think it is redundant to develop touch screens, pen slots, and fingerprint unlocking for laptops, so I want to show it to you."

Jian Ruochen raised his eyebrows slightly and turned the document to the end, "How much research and development funds do they want?"

"Two billion." Luo Binwen showed an expression that was hard to describe, "US dollars."

He paused, "You've whetted their appetites."

Jian Ruochen flipped through the project plan, frowning more and more, "It's really unnecessary. In their plan, these things will not only fail to make the laptop more portable, but will be cumbersome. This is putting the cart before the horse."

Luo Binwen breathed a sigh of relief.

He was really afraid that the young master would be like before, spending money without thinking, as if it were a task to be done without any effort, and in the end he would not be able to enjoy the results.

Spending money is a small matter, but what should you do if you are unhappy?

Jian Ruochen took a pen and made some changes on the plan: "So, let's start a separate project. First, make the phone touch-screen and add some fingerprint unlocking. At the beginning, the fingerprint can be placed on the side of the machine, such as below the volume button."

Luo Binwen:?

"Forget about the pen. I feel it's useless for now." Jian Ruochen drew the appearance of the BlackBerry flagship phone from 2000 in his memory. He had seen this thing at a science and technology museum. It was older than he was and couldn't be any older.

After drawing the sliding cover BlackBerry with buttons, Jian Ruochen started to draw a real touch screen phone. "The next step is to let them move the fingerprint to the touch screen, make the phone thinner and the screen bigger. Laptops will also develop in this way. They will be light, thin and portable. The mission of these two electronic products is to specialize in office, photography and entertainment."

Luo Binwen stopped him, "Okay, this road is enough for those researchers to walk for five years."

Don't make too many wishes at once.

"What about the funding?"

"Let's start with 3 billion a year." Jian Ruochen thought about his balance and added another 1 billion despite Luo Binwen's disapproving look.

One billion, including Conant's overseas industries, can be earned in four days.

If he doesn't spend like this, he will be under a lot of pressure.

Jian Ruochen pretended not to understand Luo Binwen's eyes and picked up the next contract, "What is this?"

"This is a charity foundation for Hong Kong orphans. Its headquarters is in the welfare home that has just been built in Causeway Bay." Luo Binwen whispered.

Donate money!

Jian Ruochen's eyes sparkled.

Great, there’s another place to “skim stones”.

He flipped through the documents in his hand and finally paused on the name of Jian Ruochen Shanren Charity Foundation, "This name..."

Luo Binwen said "Oh" and was puzzled: "I asked a fortune teller to tell me this is very auspicious."

Jian Ruochen: ...

When did godfather start to believe in these masters and fortune-tellers in Hong Kong?

"It's too ostentatious. Change it to something like Ren Shan Tang Charity Foundation. Don't put my name on it."

He followed Luo Binwen's "superstitious" thinking and advised, "The situation has been very tense recently. I will be the target of public criticism for a while. When the signboard is completed and my name is hung there, it will be seen by someone with ulterior motives. It will be even more unlucky to threaten me with the children."

The more Jian Ruochen spoke, the tighter his brows furrowed. The more he thought about it, the more he seemed to think something was wrong, so he advised, "The master who asked you to change your name is definitely not a real master. He has ulterior motives!"

Luo Binwen felt that Jian Ruochen was fooling him, but after thinking carefully, he could not find any fault with him. What he said made sense. "Then I'll go to another Taoist temple next time."

Jian Ruochen: ...

He casually changed the name and added some donated budget, "How are the children?"

"Not bad. I plan to set up a kindergarten class in the foundation so that they can complete kindergarten and primary school content there and then be sent to school." When Luo Binwen mentioned the children, his brows softened, his eyelashes drooped, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, revealing a hint of sadness and regret.

But this trace of regret disappeared when he raised his hand and looked at Jian Ruochen, and turned into a very gentle smile, "There was an email from the Tiangong Foundation saying that the mainland government needs support in manned space flight, and has privately contacted the scientists supported by the Tiangong Foundation. Do you want to join?"

"Of course." Jian Ruochen sat up straight in an instant, "We'll give them whatever funding they ask for."

Luo Binwen did not respond immediately, but turned to look at Guan Yingjun who had been silent, "What about you?"

Guan Yingjun looked puzzled.

"You and Jian Ruochen are one. You share life, wealth, knowledge, and even your careers are intertwined." Luo Binwen said slowly, "Jian Ruochen's current consumption concept is not very good. He spends his money on solving cases, on foundations and donations, and on social relationships, but rarely on you and himself. This does not seem to be a good phenomenon."

Jian Ruochen knew that Uncle Luo was testing Guan Yingjun to see if he felt psychologically unbalanced after seeing him spend so much money.

Not only that, Uncle Luo also wanted him to spend more money on himself, on food, drink, entertainment, clothing, food, housing, transportation, and everything else.

Luo Binwen hopes that he will not just focus on scientific research, funds and investments when spending money.

To be honest, he had never thought about the questions that Uncle Luo was thinking about.

Guan Yingjun thought about it in silence, and said firmly: "Dad, you calculated wrong, he spent it on me."

Luo Binwen:?

He glanced at the watch on Guan Yingjun's hand. It was neither cheap nor expensive. It was obviously a counter product bought by Jian Ruochen.

When he was young, he was just a personal butler, and he knew to use a year's savings to buy a sapphire necklace for the young lady as an engagement gift. But when it came to Jian Ruochen, he had a huge fortune, but even his wedding ring was a plain one.

This is like a young professional with a monthly salary of 20,000 yuan who is in love, and the engagement gift is a 50-cent lollipop bought from a street supermarket.

"I don't need much. He gives me 10,000 a day." Guan Yingjun said calmly, "Fortunately, the fee for the CIB informant of the Police Department is 1,000 a time, otherwise it would be inconvenient to ask them for change every day."

Luo Binwen: …

"You only take ten bills with you when you go out every day?"

Their cook always brings more than ten tickets when he goes out to buy groceries.

Luo Binwen felt that Jian Ruochen's character of "not being able to enjoy life" was probably influenced by Guan Yingjun.

He slowed down, then said angrily: "Don't call me dad."

Guan Yingjun fell silent.

Jian Ruochen suddenly laughed out loud, "What's that called? Daddy? Haha."

He laughed and fell on Luo Binwen's shoulder, staggering and saying, "Guan Yingjun, please scream for my dad."

The invisible stagnant atmosphere was immediately dispersed. Luo Binwen had no choice but to support Jian Ruochen and said with a smile: "Forget it, I just..."

He just couldn't bear to part with Jian Ruochen.

He grew old and began to feel another kind of loneliness.

"After a while, we will go home and live with you. At worst, we can just hire more bodyguards." Jian Ruochen said.

"Okay." Luo Binwen took out the last document, "This was handed over by the mainland. It says it's the process of the commendation meeting."

Jian Ruochen flipped it open and saw a steel stamp and confidentiality symbol on the snow-white A4 paper.

The document header reads "Draft Procedure for the Honours and Honors Awarding Ceremony at Government House, Hong Kong Special Administrative Region on July 2, 1997".

Jian Ruochen closed the file with a snap.

It's only the end of 1996, and this thing was planned so early?

Could he really get a medal issued by the mainland on the second day after the return?

It feels like a dream.

Is he really dreaming?

Luo Binwen said: "The situation has become increasingly tense recently, but you have wiped out the triads over the years, restored the confidence of the Hong Kong people in the police station and the government, and controlled public opinion. The people below have much more confidence in their future lives than before."

"Hmm..." Jian Ruochen responded vaguely, not knowing whether he heard it or not.

He touched the draft and sat there for a while before flipping through it. He unexpectedly saw Guan Yingjun's name in the list of Gold Bauhinia Star recipients.

Going further, you can see Le Jinwen among the Medal of Honor recipients.

The more Jian Ruochen flipped through the pages, the hotter his heart became, and his breathing became more rapid. Too many of the people here were acquaintances. If he hadn't met them in the workplace, he would have run into them privately at social banquets of various charitable foundations when he was arguing over legal provisions.

Return.

Awarding honors...

Jian Ruochen stared blankly at the A4 paper that had been turned to the bottom, and finally felt as if he was in the vortex of history and gazing at history.

It feels like being in it, but because it comes from the future, it seems like being out of it.

Jian Ruochen raised his hand and touched the glass on the coffee table and took a sip of tea. The warm lemon green tea had been brewed for a little too long, and when it went into his stomach, it brought out a sweat-inducing sourness.

He subconsciously raised his head and said, "Guan Yingjun, how great would it be if we could capture the Nine-Faced Buddha before returning?"

When he looked up, he found that his neck was a little stiff. Luo Binwen had left at some point, and Guan Yingjun was no longer sitting opposite him, but sitting next to him.

Guan Yingjun held Jian Ruochen's hand, their fingers interlocked, palms against palms, "I'll hold it for you."

Jian Ruochen's mouth twitched, "This isn't a trap at a night market stall, can you just catch me if you say so?"

It is really hard to imagine that Inspector Guan, who is naturally seldom smiling and ruthless, would become like this after falling in love.

This is the kind of person who is cold on the outside but hot on the inside.

Guan Yingjun held the man on his lap, looking at him face to face, his forehead resting on Jian Ruochen's, nose to nose, and said, "They were almost caught as soon as they said they would. Our anti-drug team seized a large batch of goods from the Nine-Faced Buddha, all from Myanmar. The day before yesterday, their largest factory was bombed. No police were killed. A remote-controlled toy car carrying a bomb went in and blew it up."

Jian Ruochen thought about the scene, and Mu Ran laughed, "Have you ever used toy cars to plant bombs when you were investigating a case before?"

“I didn’t have the money to buy it before.”

Simulated toy cars that can carry heavy loads are very expensive and the police station cannot afford them.

Jian Ruochen couldn't help it, sitting on his lap and laughing, "You've learned bad things. I want to invest in remote-controlled drones for CIB, hahahaha."

This seemed like a bad idea that only he could come up with. Guan Yingjun was very serious most of the time and wouldn't be so "bad".

Guan Yingjun curled the corners of his mouth, then subconsciously suppressed it.

Jian Ruochen pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "Who would stop smiling after laughing for just two pixels?"

"I'm used to it." Guan Yingjun grabbed Jian Ruochen's wrists with one hand, and watching him struggle subconsciously but unable to break free, he finally laughed softly, "Next year at the latest, we will bring the Nine-Faced Buddha back for you to interrogate."

Jian Ruochen choked.

This sounds like "Tomorrow I will bring the Nine-Faced Buddha back for you to play with." 】

"Safety first." Jian Ruochen kissed the corner of his lips, looked down at Guan Yingjun and said, "Don't worry. If you sacrifice any police officer in a hurry, you will be punished."

"No one will be sacrificed. This time, the military in Myanmar will cooperate with us. We are not the ones charging at the front line. The operation is foolproof." Guan Yingjun's Adam's apple rolled, and his heart tightened at first, and then beat faster and faster.

He looked back at the time and suddenly sighed.

Jian Ruochen was suspicious: "What?"

Do you have any opinions?

Guan Yingjun said hoarsely: "It's a pity that I have to go to work tomorrow."

Jian Ruochen was so shocked that his fox eyes turned into almond eyes.

He lowered his eyes to take a look, then jumped off him and threw the blanket on the sofa onto Guan Yingjun's waist, "You..."

He searched for a long time but couldn't find any words referring to Guan Yingjun.

A man becomes independent at the age of thirty.

There is some truth to that.

Guan Yingjun leaned back on the sofa and relaxed for a while, his strong neck and protruding Adam's apple exposed in front of Jian Ruochen.

He seemed to feel hot and raised his hand to unbutton the top three buttons of his shirt. Jian Ruochen discovered that he was not wearing a vest today.

He did it on purpose.

Jian Ruochen understood.

This man's best seduction method is to show weakness, act pitiful, expose weaknesses to show trust, and then use his own advantages to take down the target.

Oh, are you trying to play tricks on a psychologist?

Jian Ruochen walked over and whispered in his ear: "I want to eat today..."

Guan Yingjun opened his eyes and refused, but he heard Jian Ruochen say, "Salted egg yolk and crab roe wontons need soup."

Guan Yingjun was stunned for a long while, and said in a low voice, amused by Jian Ruochen's mischievousness, "I know."

He took money from the small iron box in the hallway and went downstairs to buy groceries. When he was about to turn back, he subconsciously looked back and saw Jian Ruochen standing on the carpet at the door. The bright and clear light fell on his head, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Guan Yingjun was in a trance for a moment, as if he saw hundreds of days and nights in the future, and they would be like today.

He has a home now.