Chapter 53 You are the one who can meet criminals when you go out

Guan Yingjun turned out of the restaurant and quickly disappeared into the foyer.

Seeing the guest leave, Luo Binwen approached from a distance, opened his notebook and said, "Your net profit yesterday was 230 million, and Jane's Electronic Technology Company accounted for half of the net profit..."

Jian Ruochen was a little distracted, "Yeah."

Luo Binwen: "...Young Master?"

Jian Ruochen took a breath, raised his eyelids, and asked in confusion: "Hmm?"

Luo Binwen closed his notebook and asked, "Is there anything bothering you?"

"No." Jian Ruochen denied, "Uncle Luo...can you replace the juice with milk?"

Luo Binwen: "Okay, I'll go heat it up right away."

Jian Ruochen lowered her head and cut the remaining French toast, and the runny custard flowed onto the plate.

He absentmindedly poked the bread with his silver fork and dipped it in the water, then put a mouthful into his mouth and looked up.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the restaurant face the external garden. The early-rising gardeners have already tended the flower beds. The angle of the dining table is just right, and you can see the swaying red roses in the garden.

The wind blew the red roses, revealing Guan Yingjun who was hiding behind the bushes.

He lowered his eyes, as if looking at the light-colored shrub flowers in the flowerbed on the ground. He held a lit cigarette between his fingertips and was shaking the ashes into the small ashtray he carried with him.

Jian Ruochen was a little absent-minded, his eyes wandered for a moment, he quickly finished the food in his mouth, folded a towel and wiped his mouth, looking a little confused.

Ask yourself, when he was asking so many questions yesterday, did he really have no selfish motives at all? Does he want to hear Guan Yingjun say "yes"?

Jian Ruochen closed his eyes slightly, his heart beating faster in his chest...

Naturally, liking and liking were not within his scope of exploration, and no one had ever taught him these things.

The instructor brother who took them to the mountains to dig the soil in the compound would not teach them, and after their parents died, their father’s comrades-in-arms who raised them would not teach them either.

It seems like... catching criminals and drug dealers, arresting Lu Qian, making money and spending money, waiting for return, and counting small medals of merit in free time.

Which is more exciting and interesting than falling in love.

Jian Ruo pondered, put the fork aside, turned to Luo Binwen and smiled, "Uncle Luo, I'll go to the police shooting range at noon, and then go to class in the afternoon. I'll come back by myself in the evening."

Luo Binwen: "Okay, please be careful."

Jian Ruochen put his mind at ease and went out feeling refreshed.

He opened the passenger seat of his Toyota and got in. He saw that the unused paper in the storage compartment had been replaced with new ones. A small round blue label had the word "Vida" written on it.

"Did you change to new paper?" Jian Ruochen asked while buckling his seat belt, "Don't you need to roll up paper anymore?"

"The roll of toilet paper is too thin." Guan Yingjun pulled the handbrake and drove.

The interior of the car has been washed and is filled with the smell of green apple car wash. The old Toyota has been through the car wash and feels brand new.

Jian Ruochen thought for a moment, "Sir Guan, you said before that Lu Qian might make a new move. What move?"

"After Group D visited Jiangting Mansion yesterday, Lu Qian closed Tianquandu Entertainment City." Guan Yingjun looked straight ahead with a calm expression.

There was an ambiguous, green and fruity smell between the two of them, and they tacitly pretended to be nonchalant and talked about serious matters.

Jian Ruochen raised his voice slightly: "Closed? He insisted on not closing it when he had such a difficult time with capital turnover before."

Guan Yingjun: "You cut off his 600 million yuan worth of goods, and all his efforts for half a year went down the drain. Lu Qian's capital chain will be in vain for a while, so he will naturally not open Tianquan City again."

As he spoke, he slowly slowed down the car and stopped before the stop line of the red light.

Jian Ruochen rested his elbow on the door slot inside the door handle and tilted his head to look to his side.

The tall and handsome man put one hand on the handbrake, stared at the red light intently, and said, "That's great."

I don’t know whether to praise the lamp or the person.

Jian Ruo asked in a dull voice: "What's good?"

"Why is Lu Qian so hard to catch? Yao Yingzhe should have given Lu Qian away, right? He is Lu Qian's direct subordinate, can't he be caught based on his confession?"

Guan Yingjun glanced sideways, his gaze paused on Jian Ruochen's slightly pursed lips, "No."

He explained: "First, Lu Qian did not appear at the scene directly, and the police station had no substantial evidence to arrest him. Secondly, Lu Qian did not participate in drug use, so the police station could not temporarily detain him or send him to a drug rehabilitation center for custody. Finally, all the income and expenditure in the financial accounts under Lu Qian's name were legal. We could not find any illegal income, so we could not arrest him from this aspect."

Yao Yingzhe's identification is certainly important, but in the absence of substantial evidence, as long as Lu Qian insists that he was not involved, the police will have no way to deal with it.

Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes, pondering Lu Qian's flaws.

Guan Yingjun said: "I know Lu Qian. He closed Tianquan City at this time not because he wanted to stop, but because he wanted to accumulate strength and win back the city. This man is not a businessman who is willing to make money in an orderly manner."

He parked the car downstairs of the police station and said, "Be careful recently. I will still pick you up and drop you off at school."

Jian Ruochen opened his mouth.

Guan Yingjun seemed to have expected him to refuse, "My car is bulletproof. It takes three months to customize bulletproof glass in Hong Kong. That's not enough time."

Jian Ruochen: "Okay, thank you Sir Guan."

He followed Guan Yingjun to the shooting range. The only sound he could hear was the heels tapping on the ground. The air was quiet, dull and humid.

The police station's shooting practice area is located next to a sparsely populated playground. It is most crowded during lunch break, and there are police officers on duty at the door to guard this area.

Guan Yingjun took out his ID, negotiated the situation with the police officer on duty, and took the police officer's ID as a deposit, only then was he allowed to bring the person in.

Transparent plastic panels separate each gun lane.

There were many people practicing shooting in the shooting range.

Most of them are police officers from the Narcotics Bureau, Criminal Intelligence Bureau, Criminal Investigation Bureau and Organized Crime Bureau.

At a glance, many of them are familiar faces.

"Eh?" Zhang Xingzong poked his head out from the gun path near the door, "Sir Guan? Did you bring Consultant Jian here to shoot? Can Consultant Jian apply for a gun?"

Guan Yingjun said calmly: "Yes."

Zhang Xingzong exclaimed "Wow" and turned to look at Jian Ruochen, "You are only 19 years old and you want to have your own gun? Do you know when I applied for it?"

Jian Ruochen cooperated and showed a curious expression, "When?"

Zhang Xingzong wailed: "I only got four months!"

The surrounding police officers all laughed out loud, "Hey, Zhang Xingzong, the higher-ups are afraid that you'll hit one of their own!"

"God knows how nervous I was when your gun license was issued!"

Zhang Xingzong scratched his head and smiled foolishly.

The police officers from the Organized Crime Investigation Division had never seen this legendary little god of wealth, and they surrounded him with curiosity on their faces.

"Are you the little fortune-teller who caught a serial killer in the bathroom?"

“You take a taxi and the taxi driver turns out to be a serial killer?”

"I went to Kowloon Walled City to buy some cakes, but ended up discovering a drug dealer's stronghold in the walled city?"

Jian Ruochen was stunned.

The first two rumors have some basis in truth and logic, but what about the third one?

Oh, right.

I said I would discuss business with the old man selling cakes, but after I came back I had so many things to do that I actually forgot about it.

The old man can’t go back to Kowloon Walled City. There might still be remnants of the evil in the walled city. It’s not safe at all!

Jian Ruochen turned his head and stared at Zhang Xingzong, "Where is the old man selling cakes?"

Zhang Xingzong hesitated to speak, "Well... Liang Xinyue took him home and made cakes for three days. Liang Xinyue also gave him 3,000 yuan."

Jian Ruochen:?

Zhang Xingzong showed a toothache expression, "Liang Xinyue said that the cake was so delicious, he wanted to stock up on some. These days, Group C's snacks are maltose cakes, hiss... My teeth hurt just looking at them."

Jian Ruochen: ...

I don’t know whether to celebrate or mourn.

Living with the police is safe, but baking pancakes for three days in a row... I don’t know if the old man is willing to bake pancakes again after escaping from Liang Xinyue.

Guan Yingjun at the side loaded the magazine, prepared the training gun and said, "Jian Ruochen."

"Coming." Jian Ruochen turned around and ran over after hearing the voice.

Zhang Xingzong was stunned, "Did Guan Sir call for help?"

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. "Did he shout? Why didn't I hear it?"

"Yeah, I didn't hear it either. Consultant Jane has really good ears."

"You, the A Team of the Serious Crime Unit, are now the most popular and glorious team in the world." Someone in the crowd sighed sourly, "Oh... It makes me want to go to the psychology department of the School of Social Sciences of Hong Kong University and get a consultant."

Zhang Xingzong shook his head, as if he was being praised, and said proudly: "What are you thinking about? This is the only seedling in criminal psychology at present. Fortunately, our Guan Sir has a keen eye and acted quickly!"

"Oh my~" The policemen cheered and gathered forward, their eyes falling on Jian Ruochen who walked into the shooting range. They stopped practicing with their guns and chatted among themselves.

"Your little consultant probably doesn't know how to use a gun, right?"

Zhang Xingzong didn't know, "Maybe not?"

He didn't go to Kowloon Walled City.

Someone from the Organized Crime Investigation Division raised an eyebrow and asked, "Does Guan Yingjun want to equip him with a gun? Isn't that a bit too early?"

"Maybe he just brought it here for fun. As a boy, who doesn't want to touch a gun?"

The same thought came to all the policemen’s minds – consultants are civilians, they will not go to the front lines and should not be equipped with guns.

If Jian Ruochen is equipped with a gun, he will definitely be a plainclothes policeman in the future, and he will be on the same track as them.

He is so young and so capable. How could they possibly compete with Jian Ruochen during the promotion exam?

It would be best if the little God of Wealth can fight almost as hard as he can, but don't give him a gun...

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Jian Ruochen at the same time.

Watch the boy put on earmuffs, raise the pistol in a standard posture, and then pull the trigger.

"Bang!"

First shot.

The target paper at the end of the shooting path moved slightly, and a hole appeared on it.

Guan Yingjun took a quick look and said, "6.5 rings, slightly to the left."

Jian Ruochen was not very satisfied with the result. He had just taken off his noise-isolating earmuffs and had not yet said anything when he heard a sigh of relief from someone beside him.

"Huh...it's okay."

"This is my first time touching a gun, and this is a great result!"

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if the consultant can't fight."

"Fortunately I can't fight..."

Jian Ruochen glanced over and immediately saw the various emotions on the rows of faces.

Fortunately, relieved, complicated and sad.

Everyone, whether they knew him or not, seemed to think it was a good thing that he couldn't shoot.

Zhang Xingzong walked over quickly and consoled her, "Just practice more and you'll be fine. The first time I shot, I missed the target. The bullet hole appeared on a target that was three balls away from the trajectory! Now you can hit a 7-ring! They're not laughing at you. They don't mean any harm."

Jian Ruochen smiled, "I know, that's how it is in the workplace. If I'm young and have a gun, I'll be on the same track as them after entering the workplace, and I'll probably soar to the top. They're afraid that I'll be promoted too quickly and they won't have a chance."

Police officers are also human beings and have desires.

It is human nature to get promotion and salary increase.

A man came out from the Organized Crime Investigation Department and said, "Mr. Gong! Let the little God of Wealth see your shooting skills! Maybe he will be impressed by your marksmanship and come over to our side."

Sir Gong has a tough look, with stubble standing on his head, and he looks quite sunny when he smiles.

He said to Jian Ruochen, "My team members are too inappropriate. I'm sorry if they offended me."

"It's okay."

As Jian Ruochen answered, he thought to himself: The way you look at me doesn't really show me seriously.

It's normal that he hasn't even graduated from college and has no say among this group of workplace elites.

Jian Ruochen looked around.

In the future, he will definitely move up in the police force at the youngest age.

When faced with doubts from colleagues, you naturally have to face them and not back down.

Otherwise, how can we participate in large-scale joint arrest operations in the future? How to touch the area under Le Jinwen's butt?

Who doesn’t want to be director?

Jian Ruochen's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, then slowly raised them and looked at Sir Gong who was pushed out, "Officer, do you want to compete with me?"

Officer Gong raised his eyebrows and glanced at Guan Yingjun, "Oh? You only scored more than six rings with your first shot, so you still want to compete?"

"I didn't focus properly just now." Jian Ruochen smiled and narrowed his eyes. "Sir Gong, if I lose, I will work for you for a week for free?"

Officer Gong's heart skipped a beat, partly because of Jian Ruochen's smile, and partly because of the look in Guan Yingjun's eyes.

But he really wanted Jian Ruochen to come and work, and they had a very difficult prisoner that they couldn't interrogate.

In West Kowloon today, who wouldn’t want to get some blessings from the God of Wealth?

Gong Yingjie gritted his teeth and said, "Compete!"

How could he, a veteran policeman who has been carrying a gun for five years, lose to a young man who touches a gun for the first time?

Guan Yingjun reached out, grabbed the gun in Jian Ruochen's hand, lowered his eyes and asked, "Do you really want to compete?"

Jian Ruochen said softly: "I won't lose. The crosshairs of this gun are not calibrated. I will fix it in a while."

Guan Yingjun took a step forward, picked up his service gun, disassembled it and reloaded it, then he calibrated the crosshairs expertly and asked casually, "Do you want to establish your authority?"

Gun parts were scattered on the table, emitting a smell of maintenance oil.

Guan Yingjun was standing beside him, and the heat broke through the barrier of clothes like wildfire, making him sweat all over.

The two people who had been deliberately keeping their distance were now pressed tightly together because of the narrowness of the gun path.

Jian Ruochen felt a little uncomfortable and moved slightly to the side, "Yes."

To establish authority.

What people outside think is not within his scope of concern at the moment.

But the fewer doubts about him there are within the West Kowloon Police Station, the better it will be for future arrests.

No one knows which group Lu Qian will run into next time.

Lu Qian...

He wants to catch it himself.