Chapter 113 Playing the long game
At this moment, you could hear a pin drop in the boxes on both sides.
What happened to Jian Ruochen was not a secret in Group A, and everyone knew it clearly. But no one expected him to ask it at this time and in this way.
It was too sudden.
Jian Ruochen mastered the rhythm of the test so well that even the audience relaxed their vigilance amid the large number of topics related to "scientific research funds".
Isn’t this a test for the members of the serious crime squad?
Zhang Xingzong immediately put down the half-eaten chicken wing, wiped his hands with a wet towel, pulled out the gun and held it in his palm. When he moved the chair away, he found that Guan Sir was already standing by the door with a gun in his hand.
Guan Yingjun pressed down the door handle with one hand and opened the box door a crack. With the other hand, he held the gun. His muscles were tense and he was extremely alert, ready to rush out at any time.
He tilted his head slightly and listened carefully to the sound coming from the eavesdropping device.
Jian Ruochen said calmly, "It seems that you don't know about benzomorph."
Oliver Keith was puzzled.
Was it that he performed exceptionally flawlessly, or was it that Jian Ruochen was not as powerful as the outside world rumored? Or was it that Jian Ruochen saw through it but kept it to himself and had other plans?
"Benzomorph is a neurological drug, how can it be disguised as a vitamin?" Oliver Keith said vaguely after careful consideration.
Jian Ruochen frowned and said, "I thought you knew. Recently..."
He paused.
At this moment, a cold sweat broke out on Oliver Keith's back. He even suspected that Lu Rong had revealed their cooperation when he was questioned at the West Kowloon Regional Police Station.
The West Kowloon Regional Police Station may have already known that Lu Rong bought drugs at Hong Kong University...
Oliver Keith's expression became increasingly serious.
Jian Ruochen coughed lightly and said distressedly, "Recently I discovered that... the vitamins I took half a year ago were mixed with benzodiazepine. I have been taking it for a long time and I have forgotten where I got it from."
"I thought that you have been a teacher at Hong Kong University for four or five years. Perhaps you know whether the school hospital provides such things?"
Oliver Keith's scalp tingled.
He suppressed the urge to take a breath and said slowly, "I don't know. Professors usually don't go to the school hospital for treatment."
"Really? I thought you knew." Jian Ruochen said.
Oliver Keith threw the fork into the plate with a clang and said coldly, "Mr. Jian, do you think I was the one who drugged you?"
Luo Binwen only found out today that Jian Ruochen had been drugged and almost died.
He held the dinner knife tightly, lowered his eyes to hide his expression and said, "For half a year, the young master has been investigating this matter, but unfortunately too much time has passed and there are no clues, so every time he meets a new friend, he will ask. He has no other intentions, please forgive him."
Jian Ruochen cooperated by blinking, and a layer of watery light immediately covered his pupils.
Oliver Keith did not respond for a long moment.
He was suspended in mid-air by Luo Binwen's explanation and couldn't come down.
Not only did this make him look foolish when he threw his fork, but it also made him look guilty!
"Knock knock."
There was a knock on the door at the right time, and the person outside said, "Dessert after dinner."
Oliver Keith was immediately relieved.
Anyone can do it.
As long as we can interrupt this one-sided rhythm, it will be fine.
He relaxed his back, "Come in."
Jian Ruochen glanced over.
Guan Yingjun pushed the door open. He was wearing a waiter's work vest and holding a round tray in one hand. His eyebrows were lowered and his muscles were dormant under his white shirt. The black cuffs on his arms were tied around his biceps, making his arms look particularly strong and sturdy.
He placed the plate on the edge of the table, took out the crème brûlée and placed it on the table.
Jian Ruochen didn't expect that he would come in person. She was so shocked that she couldn't control her expression for a moment. A tear that was about to fall from her eyes fell and happened to fall on Guan Yingjun's hand that was holding the dinner plate.
Guan Yingjun paused and glanced sideways at Oliver Keith.
That look was as if he was going to put French caramel brulee on Olivier Keith's head in the next second and turn him into a French caramel professor.
Jian Ruochen quickly kicked the tip of Guan Yingjun's shoe without leaving a trace.
The cup of brulee landed intact in front of Oliver Keith.
I don’t know where Guan Yingjun got the clothes from. They don’t fit me at all, and the buttons on the chest are so tight that they seem like they will break at any second.
In order to hide his true identity, he removed his handcuffs and gun. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary waiter.
The undercover technique is strong.
It would be better if the look could be a little softer.
Guan Yingjun put away the dessert plate and cleaned up the mess on the table. Before leaving, he turned to look at Jian Ruochen, from his exposed ankles up to his eyes. After confirming that Jian Ruochen was acting, he said, "Sir, I seem to have heard your argument. Do you want to call the police?"
Oliver Keith: ?
Call the police?
He threw the fork!
Oliver Keith forced a laugh: "It was a misunderstanding. We didn't have any argument."
Guan Yingjun nodded and walked away with the plate full of leftovers.
Oliver Keith breathed a sigh of relief.
Jian Ruochen also breathed a sigh of relief.
He was really afraid that Sir Guan didn't understand his idea of playing the long game, so he couldn't help but throw the handcuffs on Oliver Keith's wrists and take him back.
It would be really satisfying to do this, but the West Kowloon Crime Unit has no evidence, so even if they catch the person, they can only lock him up and question him for a while.
It’s better to take a long-term view.
As the ancients said, when an army is surrounded, there must be a gap.
When facing an enemy in desperate situation, do not force him, but leave him a way out. In this way, the enemy's will to resist will not be overly firm, and they may even begin to become suspicious.
Only when Oliver Keith began to become suspicious, constantly recalled the modus operandi of the past, and even revisited the place, was it possible for the crime squad to obtain more information.
Otherwise, those old cases from more than ten or twenty years ago may never be overturned.
Oliver Keith's expression when he heard the question said it all.
He had killed people and knew about phenmethylol disguised as vitamins.
Jian Ruochen looked guilty, "Mr. Conant, you are my last relative, so I was quite straightforward when I was with you and didn't consider your feelings. I'm really sorry."
Oliver Keith felt that this meal was a Hongmen Banquet from beginning to end.
But if you think about it carefully, although Jian Ruochen seemed to have some hidden meaning in his words during their conversation, in fact, Jian Ruochen did not gain any advantage.
As long as he can get a place in the scientific research fund, wouldn't he be able to get 10% of Conant's annual profits?
But this fund is not called "Conant xx Research Fund" after all, I'm afraid you have to rely on your real ability to get it...
Oliver Keith's mind raced.
After a while, he felt as if he had made a profit. Jian Ruochen's words did not have much substance, and he was essentially a naive fool.
After a while, I felt that Jian Ruochen must know a lot of things, and there must be something else behind his words.
Not only did they frequently test him, but they even let a butler eat at the same table with them. This was simply an insult.
A great insult!
Jian Ruochen came just to see him make a fool of himself.
Oliver Keith's expression kept changing, and he looked like he was fried in oil.
Like sitting on pins and needles, like being cooked in a raging fire.
Jian Ruochen finished eating the caramel pudding and motioned Luo Binwen to take out the contract for the scientific research fund and show it to Oliver Keith. "Mr. Conant, there is a standard and complete process for delegating scientific research funds. This is not something I can decide alone. But as one of our family members, I will find a way to guarantee you a bottom line. Please take a look."
Oliver Keith glanced at the contract and felt that Jian Ruochen was kind to the point of stupidity. The contract stated that he could receive 1% every year regardless of whether he had made any achievements that benefited society or not.
This is 1% of Conant’s net profit!
But when I turned the page again, I saw "If there is any falsification of scientific research results or legal issues, this contract will be unilaterally invalidated."
Oliver Keith also felt that Jian Ruochen might have never thought of giving him the money from the beginning to the end, and was just waiting to send him to prison after his crime was exposed.
Jian Ruochen saw that his eyes stayed on the last line, "Oh, this one... This one is a safety measure. After all, I don't want the competition funds to fall into the hands of criminals."
"As long as you don't break the law, the last one has nothing to do with you."
He paused, then continued, "Are you hesitating? Is there any problem with the contract?"
"No." Oliver Keith unscrewed the cap of the pen and signed his name in the lower right corner of the contract.
As long as the truth is not revealed, he can get the money for free, so why not do it?
All he has to do is clean up the evidence that was missed that year bit by bit.
In this way, even if he fails to complete the cooperation with Lu Rong and fails to kill Jian Ruochen, he will not lose money, so why not do it!
The contract was in duplicate. Jian Ruochen put away his own copy and sent Oliver Keith outside the Royal House. He smiled as he watched the man get into the car. When the taillights of the car completely disappeared in the traffic, he turned cold and straightened his lips, "Uncle Luo."
Jian Ruochen said softly: "Olivier Conant Keith is not a scholar who is indifferent to fame and fortune. He has killed people and knows about phenmethylol."
"I don't understand enough." Luo Binwen said.
"No. He may know the Conant family's background check method and made a perfect file specifically for your investigation. Besides, the papers and academic achievements he published in his early years are not fake." Jian Ruochen turned his head to look at Luo Binwen, raised his hand and patted the wrinkles on the corner of his clothes, "Olivier Keith's scam specifically targeting you, how could you see the clues."
Luo Binwen sighed, "Young Master, why didn't you tell me about being drugged?"
Jian Ruochen hooked his arm and said, "I'm afraid you'll worry."
Luo Binwen sighed again, "So this medicine was indeed given to you by Olivier?"
"No doubt about it." Jian Ruochen said expressionlessly, "It should be him."
The two walked back to the box side by side. Guan Yingjun led his subordinates to remove their disguises and sat in the reception area of the box to discuss the confrontation between Jian Ruochen and Oliver Keith.
"That Keith is really rude. He threw things while chatting and scared us." Zhang Xingzong said.
"Yes." Bi Xianxian said, "Sir Guan was worried about your safety, so he borrowed some clothes and went to the private room to check the situation right away."
"Thank you, Sir Guan." Jian Ruochen said as he looked around. The eavesdropping devices and recorders in the private room had been taken back.
It’s a pity that pinhole cameras have not yet appeared, otherwise we would be able to record videos.
Jian Ruochen sat on the sofa, "Olivier Keith did kill people, and more than one. The benzodiazepine disguised as vitamins that I took half a year ago should have been made by him."
Guan Yingjun opened the door and the genuine waiter came in with a kettle and poured a cup for each person.
After the waiter left, Jian Ruochen held up the water cup and covered it in his palm, and continued: "I didn't attack directly, mainly because I considered that we had no evidence, so I wanted to find evidence by playing the long game."
Zhang Xingzong suddenly realized, "So that's it!"
No wonder the conversation was so thrilling this time. They were listening in the next room, their heart rates were fast and slow, and they almost forgot to breathe several times and felt dizzy.
Working with Consultant Jian does require some psychological quality.
Ding Gao hadn't recovered yet, and his hand holding the water cup was shaking with fear. "Advisor Jian, you... have you ever thought about what would happen if Oliver Keith suddenly attacked? We might not be able to get here in time."
Jian Ruochen put away the seriousness on his face, was silent for a while, then smiled and comforted, "No, isn't Guan Sir here?"
Zhang Xingzong felt a little strange.
Guan Yingjun felt the same creepy feeling as when he drank three sips of the milk tea that Jian Ruochen had drunk.
No, how come the sense of trust between these two people is stronger than that between these old employees who have worked with Guan Yingjun for five years?
It’s quite enough.
It was so natural that after Guan Yingjun entered the private room disguised as a waiter, Professor Keith's sense of ridiculousness, which was caused by extreme oppression, seemed so natural.
Zhang Xingzong leaned close to Bi Qianqian's ear and said, "Chief Bi, do you think they are a little strange?"
Bi Xianxian laughed coldly: "Haha. We are in a meeting, pay attention."
Guan Yingjun said: "This week, Huo Mingxuan and Song Xuyi are responsible for keeping an eye on Professor Keith and reporting their progress to me every day."
Huo Mingxuan and Song Xuyi looked at each other and said solemnly: "Yes sir!"
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