Chapter 277: Contempt for the Superior
"We met again for a meal!"
Yang Yingrong sat down without being invited. "You said we are really destined to meet each other again and again."
Song Jin could only say that it was indeed a coincidence.
Yang Yingrong was wearing the official uniform of the Bingmasi.
The full name of Bingmasi is the Five Cities Military Command. It is a professional public security agency in the capital, mainly responsible for urban public security, municipal management, disaster relief and poverty alleviation.
With the Yang family's connections, it is not difficult to find a job for Yang Yingrong in the Bingmasi.
There was a patrol team not far away. It looked like Yang Yingrong was leading the team to patrol the market.
The incident that happened in Jinhai Hutong last night obviously put pressure on the Wucheng Bingmasi.
Seeing that Song Jin didn't answer for a long time.
Yang Yingrong gave a strange smile, "You didn't recognize me, did you? We have met several times after all."
"Oh, it's Young Master Yang."
Song Jin pretended to be enlightened and said.
Yang Yingrong cursed him secretly as a liar, but said, "You mean this is damn fate, right? Last time you treated me to a meal in Huizhou, I haven't treated you back yet. By the way, I still don't know your name."
"My name is Song Huaijin."
Song Jin answered briefly.
Yang Yingrong waited for a long time, but the next sentence did not come.
That’s it?
Nothing else?
Yang Yingrong simply asked directly: "You are from Huizhou, and you do business in Huizhou? What business do you do?"
“Medicinal herbs.”
Song Jin blurted out two more words.
Anyone could see Song Jin's alienation.
But the third young master of the Yang family seemed blind and approached him without any money. "Oh, now that I know your name, we can be considered friends."
Wait for the roast lamb and two bowls of plain noodles to be served.
Yang Yingrong took a bowl swiftly.
The remaining bowl was pushed to Song Jin.
Without being asked, he started eating, taking bites of mutton and noodles.
Qin Qi just wanted to curse. This notoriously stingy playboy was actually so stingy that he hurt her.
I can only ask the boss for another bowl.
Song Jin picked up the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks and asked, "Is Third Young Master Yang on duty? I've been to the market several times before, and I've never seen anyone patrolling."
"Yes! On duty."
Yang Yingrong ate while talking, "There was a murder in Jinhai Hutong last night, and the Dali Temple is investigating. The city will be under martial law in the next few days, and patrols will be more frequent. Don't be outside at night, or you will be caught."
"Thanks for the reminder." Song Jin thanked him politely, and then pretended to be curious and asked, "There was a murder case. Is it serious?"
"It is said that there was a fight between two groups of people, most likely a vendetta. The fight was quite fierce, and five bodies were left at the scene. The Dali Temple investigator said that based on the traces of the fight, there were definitely more than five casualties. Unfortunately, I was not on duty last night, so I didn't see the scene."
What Yang Yingrong said was not confidential.
He was originally assigned by his superior to patrol the East City, but today he was temporarily transferred to the West City and had a patrol mission.
After eating the noodles and half of the roasted lamb, Yang Yingrong patted his belly and left.
Song Jin watched the freeloaders leave and muttered, "Is the Yang family so poor?"
"Not poor, right?"
Qin Qi said deliberately.
Be careful when you speak outside.
If Yang Yingrong heard it, he must tell him the truth.
He was indeed poor, his salary was spent every month, and the pocket money his family gave him was not enough to treat his colleagues to two meals in a restaurant.
Song Jin and Qin Qi finished their food.
After paying the bill, he got up and left.
Waiting away from the noodle stall.
We went to another tavern and ordered five kilograms of osmanthus wine.
Back to the pharmacy again.
Song Jin said to Song Jitao: "The Ding family is very suspicious, let's pay more attention to them."
"Yes, Young Clan Leader."
Song Jitao responded respectfully.
Qin Qi, who was watching nearby, was very surprised.
No one knew better than her what Song Jin had done during his trip out.
Apart from eating a bowl of noodles, meeting Yang Yingrong, and buying a few pounds of wine at the tavern, he did nothing else. How did Song Jin conclude that Ding's noodle stall was suspicious? Waiting to get on the carriage to go home.
Qin Qi couldn't help but ask, "How did Madam know that Ding's noodle stall was suspicious?"
There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!
"The father and son who set up the stall are suspicious. One has double eyelids, the other has single eyelids. Their faces and heights are completely different. Of course, you can also say that the son takes after his mother."
Song Jin recalled the man's expression at the time and added, "But when he was cutting the mutton, he saw that the soldiers from the military department were very nervous and even his cutting movements became messy."
It's just like a thief seeing a soldier.
Why panic if you don't have a guilty conscience? Even if you cover it up quickly, Song Jin still found out, "That old man Ding, when Yang Yingrong mentioned the matter of Jinhai Hutong, he pretended not to care even though he clearly wanted to hear it. People with a clear conscience don't need to pretend. If they want to hear it, they can just listen openly. The most abundant thing in the market is gossip."
This reason doesn't hold water.
Song Jin believed in his intuition at the time.
There's something wrong with that old man Ding.
Who made him have such a perverse heart? He was already so old, but he still married a young girl as his second wife. How could such a person be a good person? Qin Qi did not refute.
If you think about it carefully, it is indeed quite suspicious.
Song Jin did not mention the family that ran the tavern because she went there and did not find anything suspicious.
"Madam, do you want to tell the young master about these things?"
Qin Qi asked tentatively.
Song Jin said: "Your son has enough to do with the affairs of the government office. You can talk to Uncle Hong or Uncle Li about this matter. They should know what to do. As for me, I will also ask someone to check and see if there is any gain."
Everyone has their own investigation channels.
It wouldn't take much effort anyway.
At this time, Qin Chi was indeed like Song Jin said, there was a big drama going on in the yamen.
At noon.
Qin Chi and his colleagues were eating boiled pork together.
Mao Shaojie started to make trouble, "Qin Qi'an, why did you hand over the matter in my hands to Wen Shidu?"
"You have no respect for discipline and are disrespectful to your superiors, Mr. Mao. Just based on these two points, I am enough to convict you." Qin Chi put down his bowl and chopsticks, sat upright in the chair and looked directly at Mao Shaojie. His eyes, as calm as a lake, now contained a sharpness rarely seen in the past.
Mao Shaojie's heart tightened.
Soon he sneered again and said nonchalantly: "I have been an official for more than ten years. Do you really think I was scared? You must give me an explanation for this matter. If you deny it, I will report it to His Majesty and fight for justice."
"Okay, go ahead and sue me."
Qin Chi was as steady as a rock. He glanced at Mao Shaojie's eyes which were full of mockery and said, "Before you go to the imperial court to sue me, Dean Yan asked you to go see him first. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can go to him."
Mao Shaojie was stunned.
Just as he was about to say something, a secretary came over and said, "Master Mao, the dean asked me to invite you over."
The disputes and noises in the hall spread to the dean's office.
Mao Shaojie's eyes became panicked.
He might argue with Qin Chi because he knew that no one would dare to help Qin Chi.
But he didn't dare to argue with Dean Yan.
The more Shishu left, the more panicked Mao Shaojie became.