Chapter 33 I am responsible for your safety (Repair +1000)

After Jian Ruochen finished speaking, he didn't get a response for a long while. He looked up and met a pair of stern and cold eyes.

He licked his lips, "What's wrong?"

Guan Yingjun glanced at the small pink tip of the tongue, then abruptly looked away, suppressing all the chaotic thoughts in his mind, "Nothing."

They have already made three rules, does he still dare to test Jian Ruochen in person?

Maybe he toasted to the wrong person, he was just overthinking.

Le Jinwen couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he raised his hand and patted Guan Yingjun's shoulder, "You..."

The paparazzi is right. She is so pretty and has never been in a relationship at the age of 26. She also has no experience. There must be something wrong with her either above or below.

His nephew has some big problems.

Le Jinwen sighed, walked up to Jian Ruochen, and encouraged him, "There will be an annual good citizen award at the end of next year. The award certificate will be bigger than this one, and the medal style will be different. With your ability, you will definitely be able to get it."

Jian Ruochen's eyes suddenly lit up.

Who wouldn't want to collect a complete set of medals?

"Okay, I won't disturb you from working." Le Jinwen said, turning and leaving.

He wanted to go home early and tell his wife about today's discovery as a joke.

Unlike his nephew, he has a beautiful wife.

Guan Yingjun held down Jian Ruochen who wanted to see his leader off, "No need to see him off. It's getting late, let's go upstairs and check out the lunch boxes first, and then I'll take you home."

Jian Ruochen responded.

By evening, the police officers from the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit were off work, while those who had worked overtime all went to the tea restaurant downstairs to eat.

Only a few dim side lights were left on upstairs.

The Group A office was extremely dim, with numerous case files stacked on the desk and the floor. Most of these were unsolved cases that had yet to be resolved, and they looked like a series of silent low peaks.

Jian Ruochen stepped over them carefully without dirtying a single page of paper, and followed Guan Yingjun to the brightly lit inspector's office.

The evidence bag containing the lunch box was placed on the desk.

Guan Yingjun pulled off a pair of gloves and handed them to Jian Ruochen, "There are not many factories in Hong Kong that can produce this kind of lunch box."

Jian Ruochen took the gloves and put them on, quickly getting into the groove. "Generally speaking, manufacturers that can produce aluminum lunch boxes should also produce other aluminum products, such as multi-grid dinner plates and food cans."

Guan Yingjun took out a dozen A4 papers and handed them over. "This is the material testing report from the forensic department."

Jian Ruochen took it, glanced at it, and put it aside, "I'll take a look at it later."

After saying that, he concentrated on observing the two aluminum lunch boxes.

Guan Yingjun had already looked at the two things and was now standing in his office, feeling a little bored.

He turned around, opened the filing cabinet, took out a file, leaned against the window and flipped through two pages.

The densely packed words in the file gathered together and flew before my eyes... Who printed this document? The font is so small, the layout is so dense, and the photo of the corpse inserted in the case file is not clear enough.

Guan Yingjun closed the file, put it back into the filing cabinet, turned around and sat in the reception chair opposite Jian Ruochen, staring straight at the person who was focused.

He suddenly thought to himself: It’s almost six o’clock, should I go downstairs to order a meal for Jian Ruochen?

Jian Ruochen carefully turned the lunch box over, picked up the magnifying glass inserted in the pen holder, and looked at the rubbing number inside.

Guan Yingjun put aside the idea of ​​ordering food.

Now that it’s settled, I probably won’t be in the mood to eat.

The silver lunch box was a bit dazzling under the incandescent light. After reading it, Jian Ruochen narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand to take the forensic document next to him and looked through it... Hmm?

"Is there iron in this aluminum lunch box?" he said, looking up, his eyes stung by the light again.

This time it was more serious, I burst into tears.

Jian Ruochen raised his sleeve to wipe it, "Sir Guan, your light is trying to murder me."

Guan Yingjun raised his head and glanced at the incandescent light.

I just replaced it, and it is brighter than usual, but it is not too glaring as long as you don't look directly at it. Is there something wrong with Jian Ruochen's eyes?

He stood up, turned off the incandescent light, and turned on the desk lamp in the dark.

The light was dim and dark, just enough to illuminate the middle section of the desk.

Jian Ruochen immediately felt his eyes come alive, "Thank you."

He blinked and said without pausing, "Generally speaking, aluminum lunch boxes do not contain iron. Iron will accelerate oxidation and cause harm to the human body. Eating with this kind of tableware will cause problems with the liver and nervous system, and will also cause serious blood diseases."

Jian Ruochen pointed at the A4 paper and said, "This value exceeds the safety limit by a lot."

Guan Yingjun couldn't see clearly. He moved forward a little, until he was close enough to smell the fresh grapefruit scent on Jian Ruochen, and then he could barely see the small gray words and arrows on the report.

Jian Ruochen glanced through the report and found that there was no useful information at the end.

Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and looked at him. Jian Ruochen's mind worked very quickly. Not only is she smart, but her knowledge also complements his and she can always spot something that has been missed.

He followed Jian Ruochen's words and continued softly, "The lunch box contains iron, which means that the factory that made the lunch box is not a pure aluminum factory. They also produce some iron products. The manufacturer should know that this lunch box will not be used to hold rice, so they dare to mix iron in it."

"Yes, there aren't many factories in Hong Kong that make both aluminum and iron. It should be easy to find one."

Jian Ruochen put the two lunch boxes side by side. "These two boxes are almost exactly the same. They should be made in batches using molds. Molds are expensive. I think this factory might make similar pure iron boxes and sell them on the market to make a profit."

Guan Yingjun responded, looked at Jian Ruochen's bloodshot eyes, and suddenly didn't want to discuss it anymore. He said bluntly: "The number is the drug category plus the production order. The bomb one. C stands for drugs, 803 stands for ice, and 299 stands for the 299th box."

Jian Ruochen was stunned when he heard this.

He looked at another one he had picked up from the transfer station, numbered c-803-820.

"So this is box number 820?"

"right."

"Great." Jian Ruochen slammed his palm on the table, "820 kilograms! Enough to shoot Lu Qian 16,400 times!"

Guan Yingjun endured it for a while, but couldn't help laughing, "You hate him so much?"

Jian Ruochen was stunned, "That's not the case."

He wanted to deal with the Jiang family and the Lu family, firstly to avenge their original owners.

After all, if you have inherited someone else's property, you can't just do nothing and enjoy it.

The second reason is that we have been taught since childhood that scum deserves to die.

Guan Yingjun straightened the corners of his lips.

He stood straight, his upper body completely hidden in the darkness of the office, feeling a little suffocated.

Jian Ruochen couldn't see his expression clearly, so she simply lay on the table and looked up, "Why is C a drug?"

The dim light enveloped the young man, covering him with a soft veil.

Guan Yingjun was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood the proverb - looking at a beauty under the light of the moon is ten times more beautiful than in the daytime.

He closed his eyes, but the picture was still in his mind.

Jian Ruochen's eyes were very clear, and he did not deliberately provoke him, but he was a normal man, a man with stronger desires than ordinary people.

But the physiological reaction is not linked to the heart.

Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes, speaking in a hoarse and flat tone, "The chemical formulas of most drugs start with C, such as ice, which is C10H15N."

Jian Ruochen suddenly twisted the neck of the desk lamp and shone the light on Guan Yingjun's face. "Why are you staring at me? If you have something to say, just say it."

Even if you don't say it with your mouth, your expression will do.

Guan Yingjun came back to his senses and narrowed his eyes.

Jian Ruochen immediately said, "You are thinking quickly! You were staring at me in a daze just now? What were you thinking about?"

Was he thinking that he had given the wrong gift?

Given Guan Yingjun's suspicion and sensitivity, it is indeed possible.

Guan Yingjun had no expression when he was serious, "Nothing. Do you want to have dinner?"

Jian Ruochen's thoughts paused for a moment, "Hmm?"

meal?

"Let's go, I'll take you to dinner and then send you home." Guan Yingjun picked up the clothes hanging on the rack at the door and put them on, then picked up his car keys.

Chen Jincai's jeep key lay alone on the side.

Jian Ruochen glanced at it and then remembered that Guan Sir had no money to repair the car. The ears of his car were broken, and the doors of Chen Jincai's jeep were rotten. He didn't know how much it would cost to replace them with a better one.

I don’t even have money to repair the car, so how can I afford to treat him to a meal?

What to eat?

Eat in the cafeteria.

Guan Yingjun swiped his work card, brought two servings of standard Hong Kong-style tea restaurant roasted pork rice, and placed one in front of Jian Ruochen, "Eat it, this is the best."

Jian Ruochen took out a pair of disposable chopsticks, opened them, rubbed them against each other twice, and removed the burrs, seeming a little absent-minded.

How did Guan Sir spend all his monthly salary of nearly 50,000 yuan?

This was 50,000 yuan in 1992.

The roast pork rice is very fragrant, and is similar to the roast goose rice last time.

Before Guan Yingjun started eating, he put Jian Ruochen's rice and boiled vegetables into his own lunch box, and handed him a specially ordered portion of stir-fried beef with broccoli.

This dish has a strong flavor, and Jian Ruochen ate it all without leaving a single bite.

After dinner, I still felt full when Guan Yingjun drove me home.

Jian Ruochen: ...Don’t eat like this next time.

He opened the car door and was about to turn around to say goodbye to Guan Yingjun in the driver's seat when he heard the seat belt click.

Guan Yingjun got off the car.

He stood at the entrance of the garden of the villa on the top of the mountain, lowered his eyes and said, "I have something to say."

Jian Ruochen snorted doubtfully, "Hmm?"

Guan Yingjun said: "Bring the books you need to memorize tomorrow, and I will take you to the police station to memorize them."

The more Jian Ruochen listened, the more his head tilted and he became more confused.

Guan Yingjun reached into his pocket and grabbed it.

At this moment, his head barely turned, his lips moved up and down, and in a flash, the words came out of his mouth, "Lu Qian has always wanted to kill you. We provoked him in 1892. He may be desperate and hire someone to kill again. You are not safe now."

Jian Ruochen raised his eyebrows.

The phrase "a cornered dog will jump over the wall" is well used.

Guan Yingjun's breathing was shallow.

He felt that he was a little strange. No matter whether he made decisions based on emotion or reason, he didn't want Jian Ruochen to be too far away from him.

Guan Yingjun: "I lied and said you were an undercover agent sent into the police station by the drug lord, but how could an undercover agent not approach the target for half a month and lock himself up at home to memorize the lesson?"

Jian Ruochen: ...That makes sense.

But I always feel something is wrong. Has Sir Guan ever been so concerned about his personal safety before?

Guan Yingjun didn't give him much time to think, and finally said: "In a few days, our CID will hold a joint meeting with CIB and ICAC targeting the Jiang family and the Lu family. The three parties will cooperate and exchange the current information to see if there is any correlation."

"The time of the meeting is uncertain now. If you want to listen..."

"It's best to be here every day during this period. I'll pick you up and ensure your personal safety."

Jian Ruochen immediately agreed to Guan Yingjun's request.

If he could go to this meeting, of course he would go. He needed more information, otherwise how could he overthrow the Jiang and Lu families and take revenge.

Isn’t it just going to the police station to endorse? Can!

·

At the same time, in the meeting room of the Independent Commission Against Corruption in Hong Kong.

A group of people were holding a meeting around a pretty face on a white curtain.

A young policeman stood up and said, "Sir Liu, I think this newly emerged billionaire has an unknown source of funds and is likely to be involved in financial crimes. He is also Jiang Mingshan's biological son."

Inspector Liu rubbed his chin, "Are you sure? Didn't you watch the news in West Kowloon this morning? Do you think someone who said that would be a criminal?"

"He is Jiang Mingshan's son!" The young policeman stiffened his neck and said, "I found the doctor who did the paternity test! I think no matter how close he is to the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit or how much merit he has made, he should not be allowed to attend the joint meeting!"

Everyone was talking at once.

"You're a little too extreme... He didn't do anything bad."

"Yeah, what's the point of finding a doctor? You have to produce the appraisal report. I can just find a doctor now and give him some money. He can also say that he has done appraisals on Jiang Mingshan and Jian Ruochen."

The young policeman blushed and turned to look at Liu Sir.

Inspector Liu laughed. "Since everyone has doubts, let's first check Jian Ruochen's source of funds to see if he has any connection with the Jiang and Lu families. If there is a problem, then we will follow the rules. If there is no problem..."

His eyes suddenly turned cold as ice and shot straight at the young police officer, "You need to explain why you made such an arbitrary inference."

The young police officer clenched his back teeth and his face turned pale.

·

After Jian Ruochen finished his meal and took a shower, he lay on the bed happily digesting the roast meat rice.

In Jiangting Mansion.

Jiang Hanyu is struggling to raise money.

Although Lu Qian did not express his dissatisfaction out loud, he had to raise funds as soon as possible to appease Lu Qian.

It was okay for him to act like a spoiled brat before, but not now.

If he couldn't bring value to Lu Qian, the rift that Jian Ruochen had torn between them would only grow bigger.

The Jiang family cannot do without Lu Qian now.

Jiang Hanyu rushed to the study room eagerly, but before entering, he staggered and broke the vase placed next to the study room.

He screamed, "Are you blind? Can't you see it? Come and sweep it!" Then he rushed into the study, opened the drawer, and searched for the documents inside.

He must find an industry to sell that has average returns now but that everyone thinks may have good prospects. It would be best if he could make a loss for a year or two before he could make it.

What is it...what on earth is it!

Jiang Hanyu couldn't help wanting to cry and pulled his hair hard.

Why couldn't he be smarter?

Why does he always lose to Jian Ruochen!

Think about it quickly, there must be one.

He doesn't want to lose to that guy who killed his whole family!

"Yes, it's this." Jiang Hanyu pulled out a document from the bottom and laughed excitedly.

This electronic technology has been losing money!

He heard from his father that he was originally planning to sell it!

It’s called…computer!

·

The next day, at half past six in the morning, Jian Ruochen crawled out of bed and sat at the dining table to eat in a daze.

The body is awake, but the soul is still in bed.

Luo Binwen reported to him about some industrial revenues and decisions. Most of the time, Jian Ruochen didn't quite understand. He only knew that he would have to spend 90 million today to spend all the money he earned yesterday.

But there was one thing he understood.

Jian Ruochen looked up suddenly: "What did you say? You said Jiangting Group is going to sell its only electronic technology company? They are developing portable computers?"

Jian Ruochen vaguely remembered that in 1998, the country's first intelligent portable notebook computer passed the test and was connected to Lenovo's system.

It seems that the professor in charge was recruited from Hong Kong.

No way, there won’t be a chance to get a bargain, right?