Chapter 139 Boss Jian is so nice
Li Feiquan smashed the booth deep inside to pieces.
Bi Xianxian gave a look, and Song Xuyi immediately understood and kicked Cao Youfang on the butt, "Let's go! Get in the car! Be quiet!"
"Put your hands on your head! Hurry up!" Zhang Xingzong raised his gun with a sharp look in his eyes.
Jian Ruochen put on his hat and followed behind.
He fell behind the team, searched the edge of his clothes, felt the opening of his pocket and put the money in. As soon as he strolled out of the nightclub, he ran into the yellow vests who had heard the news.
The leading reporter had bright eyes, and the reflective strips on his yellow vest were extremely dazzling in the dark night.
He held up the microphone and asked, "Excuse me, what's going on here? Is someone illegally selling drugs?"
Another person followed closely: "Excuse me, is this case related to the case of five women jumping off the building at Xiangjiang University?"
Zhang Xingzong frowned, covered the microphone with one hand, and closed the car door with the other. "The public relations department will make the announcement. The case is still under investigation, so I have no comment!"
Jian Ruochen thought darkly that it was not good.
It has only been more than ten hours since the female student jumped off the building, and now is the time when the outside world is discussing it the most.
Journalists also represent part of public opinion.
The less you can say, the more it will arouse their rebellious psychology.
After a brief silence, a reporter whispered, "I think the people of Hong Kong have a certain right to know, which allows most people to respond to danger. After all, there is more than one Hong Kong University in Hong Kong, and most families have two or three children. They can't always live in the shadow of the unknown."
Another person nodded in agreement and asked again: "Why did the art department of Hong Kong University suddenly have a mass suicide incident? Was it because of too much pressure from studying, or because of molestation, or because of overdose of drugs?"
Song Xuyi frowned, "Sir Zhang, get in the car and prepare to escort the prisoner."
"OK sir."
As the words fell, a few disappointed sighs were heard from the crowd.
"The police officers at the Kowloon West Regional Police Station aren't that great."
"You are still too young. They have always been so unkind. Their reputation has only gradually improved since Consultant Jian came."
"It would be nice if Consultant Jian was here too..."
Jian Ruochen thought for a moment, waved to the reporter who was holding a microphone with the STN logo, and then raised the brim of his hat.
The little girl saw the amber eyes under the brim of the hat, and she was delighted. She took a step forward and said in surprise, "Boss!"
Jian Ruochen responded softly, and when he raised his eyes again, he was facing dozens of microphones in front of him.
He smiled gently and joked, "Everyone is moving pretty fast. It's hard to see in the dark, so don't squeeze and watch your feet."
Everyone stood up straight involuntarily and spread out in an arc.
While they were adjusting their positions, Jian Ruochen turned his head to look at the girl with the bob haircut, "I remember you. You were the one who ran the scene during the Hong Kong Bank robbery."
"Yes." The girl smiled, revealing a pair of small white canine teeth. "My name is Tang Shiyao."
Boss Jian gives people a completely different feeling from other police officers.
The other police officers at the West Kowloon Police Station gave people a majestic and serious feeling. They seemed difficult to talk to and their relationship with the victim was probably not very good.
But Boss Jian is not like that. He is extremely majestic and imposing when he should be majestic, and he does not put on airs when he should be friendly. He also does not have the official authority that some people in the Police Force and the Security Bureau have.
It seems like it was brought up in completely different places.
Tang Shiyao was full of admiration and did not speak to him in a businesslike manner as she did to other police officers.
She smiled and said, "Boss, what do you have? Is there anything you can tell me? If the rules forbid you from telling me, then you'd better not tell me."
After these words were spoken, the rest of those who wanted to ask questions could only shut up awkwardly.
With such a good example before them, they can’t just ask shamelessly when they know they are ignorant, right?
Jian Ruochen smiled and said, "We came here because someone is illegally selling drugs. As for who it is, I can't say, but anyway, there is more than one person selling it."
He paused, and then helped Zhang Xingzong explain: "This matter is complicated, we can't reveal too much. The criminals are extremely cunning, and they may use your report to formulate subsequent criminal plans."
"I know you have a job to report to. Professional ethics is important, and performance is also important."
Jian Ruochen guided in an orderly manner: "After the investigation, the boss here can no longer run the business, and he has a grudge with us in West Kowloon. There are conflicts and consequences. You can think about how to write it yourself."
Tang Shiyao's face was filled with shock.
She remembered what STN mainstay Chen Zhuyao said: News is part of the facts, but not the facts themselves.
She didn't understand it before, but now she understands it completely!
As expected of the boss!
"Oh, right." Jian Ruochen bent down and demonstrated to the reporters the scene where Li Feiquan flipped the table in a rage and smashed the booth coffee table and chairs. "He did that at the time, breaking the table. The window of the building next door should be able to take a picture of the last booth on the west side. You can go and take some pictures and get some footage."
Reporters: …
Good, very knowledgeable!
The reporter who had earlier pressed Zhang Xingzong to question him asked quietly, "Anything else?"
Jian Ruochen made up a story: "He also said something cruel. Let's wait."
Anyway, Li Feiquan is going to go undercover for Lu Rong, so he can just give him a ride.
Just relying on the reports of these reporters, Fei Ye could have avoided at least 20% of the detours he took with Lu Rong.
"Regarding the incident at Xiangjiang University, West Kowloon will organize a press conference later. Give me your business cards and I will call you to come when the time comes." Jian Ruochen spread out his hands, and the business cards immediately piled up like snowflakes. He sorted them out like shuffling cards and waved his hand, saying, "I have to go back to the police station. Everyone should go to bed early."
Although we said we were going to rest early, in fact, the sky was already covered with a hazy light.
Dawn has arrived.
Everyone had been working non-stop for 24 hours and had a splitting headache, but the case was not yet completely concluded, so they could not leave work and could only lie down in the office and rest for an hour or two.
It has been unknown how long since Zhang Xingzong's military bed was changed, so it was covered in dust and dirt. However, Bi Xianxian's folding soft chair was very clean, and even the pillow was sprinkled with lemon scent.
Jian Ruochen fell onto the small sofa in Guan Yingjun's office with ease and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning.
Chen Jincai's loud voice came from outside Group A.
"Oh my god! Did you guys do something big last night? You took down Li Feiquan's place while I was away? Sir Guan, I heard that Li Feiquan wants you to wait, he wants to fight you to the death!"
Guan Yingjun slumped over the desk for several hours. When he got up, his forehead was covered in sweat. He wiped it, turned on the box-type air conditioner, and saw Chen Jincai who didn't even knock on the door.
He actually called the Inspection Office from the back door.
Guan Yingjun tilted his head to look at Jian Ruochen, who was sleeping soundly with one leg dangling on the sofa, and said in a hoarse voice, "Keep your voice down."
Chen Jincai just said "oh oh" twice in a daze and rubbed his eyes.
It’s strange that Consultant Jian has been sleeping in Guan Yingjun’s office?
Speaking of which, the last time their Crime Squad C team slept in the police station, Consultant Jian and Sir Guan also came out to brush their teeth together.
Brushing teeth together wouldn't be strange for other people.
But this is Guan Yingjun!
Isn't he a mysophobe, a loner, and basically unkind?
Chen Jincai was extremely curious, "Why is he sleeping here with you?"
Guan Yingjun didn't answer. He stood up and quietly took his toiletries. He walked to Chen Jincai with the wash basin, pushed him out, and closed the door. "What did you say about Li Feiquan just now? Let's talk in the bathroom."
Chen Jincai was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at the half-open door with a suspicious look.
Bro, there's something wrong with you.
He calmed down. "On the morning news, more than a dozen channels reported the same thing. They said you were like Zhong Kui in the world, torturing the ghosts in the middle of the night. They also said your A team was the one that gave the public the strongest sense of security among the West Kowloon Serious Crime Squad."
Chen Jincai smacked his lips as he spoke, "I read the report. It's just like the wontons made by unscrupulous roadside vendors. There's only dough, no meat at all. When you drink the soup, it's all MSG."
There is only one fact, the rest is basically made up.
"What else are you talking about? What's wrong with Li Feiquan?" Guan Yingjun wiped his face dry, then carefully put soap on his arms and rinsed them from top to bottom.
"It's said that Li Feiquan and West Kowloon had lived in peace for more than ten years, but when his business was taken down, he got so angry that he smashed everything on the spot." Chen Jincai said, and then sighed, "There are also color photos. Today's reporters are really powerful."
"That should be done by Jian Ruochen." Guan Yingjun knew immediately that this was paving the way for Li Feiquan.
The reporters got the materials, Li Feiquan had a stepping stone, West Kowloon gained a good reputation and got rid of the paparazzi.
Kill three birds with one stone.
He took some hot water and shaved, then patted Chen Jincai on the shoulder and said, "We have known each other for more than ten years. We grew up together."
Chen Jincai showed a disgusted expression, "I was very sociable in the United States. If I ignored you then..."
"Li Feiquan is going to be the exclusive informant for Group A." Guan Yingjun interrupted in a low voice, "I will go over there tonight and pretend to arrest him and bring him to the police station to go through the formalities."
Chen Jincai's eyes suddenly widened, "What?"
The exclusive informant sounds nice, but in reality he is an undercover agent who is gambling his life.
Li Feiquan has been entrenched in West Kowloon for such a long time, so naturally he has had a lot of dealings with the West Kowloon Regional Police Station.
This person is afraid of death and loves money, how could he agree to be an informant!
Chen Jincai's mind raced, "Oh my god, this is what Consultant Jian negotiated for, right?"
Guan Yingjun responded.
Chen Jincai: "Is it Consultant Jian who also handles the reporters?"
Guan Yingjun glanced over and said, "No one else in the group has this ability."
Chen Jincai was so jealous that his teeth itched.
No wonder those dozen newspapers praised Consultant Jian so highly.
This consultant praised Jian as being approachable, and that consultant praised Jian as being smiling and having a warm attitude. They will definitely become good police officers in the future.
What's more, some people even think that Consultant Jian should not go to the police academy, saying that other police officers in West Kowloon are so cold-faced, perhaps because they were taught badly by the police academy.
He praised the subject to great exaggerations and spoke in a way that didn't sound human.
It was a pity that he met Consultant Jian too late. The corner of the wall was as hard as solidified concrete and could not be pried open at all!
Oh, it would be great if Consultant Jian was in their group.
At this moment, they must have money, informants, fame, and a future!
Guan Yingjun listened to him grinding his teeth, his brows relaxed, and he went outside to pack a few breakfast meals and brought them back to Group A, "Wake up, wash up, eat, and get ready to work."
He left some soy milk and glutinous rice wrapped in meat. Just as he was brought to the inspection office, Jian Ruochen was awakened by the fragrance.
He got up quickly and started working.
The investigation into the case of five female students jumping off the building at Hong Kong University has come to an end with Cao Youfang. Even though we know that we may not be able to get anything out of Cao Youfang, we still have to go through the necessary procedures.
In the interrogation room.
Jian Ruochen sat in front of Cao Youfang and said calmly, "I am a reasonable person."
Cao Youfang stared at Jian Ruochen's beautiful face, his expression full of disbelief.
Do you know what you are talking about?
Looking at how crazy Fei Ye was yesterday, you can tell that there is no way there are any reasonable police officers in the West Kowloon Police Station!
Jian Ruochen: "Who gave you the diet pills?"
Cao Youfang pursed his lips and said, "I know I can't escape jail. When I go to court, can you give me a reduced sentence because of my good attitude of admitting my mistakes?"
Jian Ruochen smiled, "It depends on your performance."
Cao Youfang hurriedly said: "I must have performed well! But I really don't know who gave me the weight loss pills. Our trading method is the most concealed landmine."
Jian Ruochen frowned.
What does this jargon mean? Sir Guan never said that.
He turned his head, his eyes never leaving Cao Youfang, gritted his teeth, and asked Zhang Xingzong softly without moving his lips: "What does it mean to bury mines?"
Zhang Xingzong's ears felt hot from the wind, and just as he was about to open his mouth, he felt a sharp gaze falling on his head.
He opened his mouth, his Adam's apple rolled, and he thought to himself, it's over.
It’s okay if Consultant Jian doesn’t know. But if Sir Guan knew and he didn’t know, wouldn’t he be scolded?
Zhang Xingzong also imitated Jian Ruochen's posture and whispered: "I don't know either. You can find out."
Jian Ruochen stood up straight: "...Don't speak dirty words, we are recording, speak human language."
Cao Youfang quickly said, "The upline hid the goods in a trash can somewhere, told the downline the location, and asked them to pick it up without meeting in person."
"Do you know that diet pills are drugs?" Jian Ruochen asked, staring at him.
Cao Youfang was startled: "No, I don't know!"
"Bang!"
Jian Ruochen slapped his palm on the table and sneered, "You're lying! You don't want to reduce your sentence, do you?"
Cao Youfang's lips trembled, his eyes instantly turned red, and his face was shaking. "It says this is a new type, and its main function is to lose weight. As long as you don't overeat, it's fine. It's not very potent... I know it's a drug."
He thought of the doses he was selling and felt a surge of despair.
40kg of phenmethorphan plus at least 200kg of marijuana and ecstasy pills.
According to the value of the drugs, the sentence would be at least 20 years!
He is almost 30 years old. What's the difference between this and life imprisonment?
Cao Youfang's hands were shaking: "I, I can be your informant, can I avoid going to jail?"
Zhang Xingzong raised his mouth: "You?"
"Do you think anyone can be an informant?"
Jian Ruo pondered for a moment.
If Cao Youfang’s upline has traded with Cao Youfang many times, then based on the location of the trash can, it may be possible to determine a rough range of activity for that upline.
“How many times have you traded with that upline?”
Cao Youfang: “Only once.”
He tried to hold back his tears, but water flowed from his nose. "Before the summer vacation at Hong Kong University, the goods were selling very well. I was greedy and wanted to get more goods to sell, so I called, but the operator said the phone number had been cancelled."
Jian Ruochen cursed professionally inwardly.
It's not a pleasant feeling to have this key point right in front of you but not being able to touch it, and it makes you feel a little frustrated.
The more professional this person is, the more it proves that he has a direct connection with Lu Rong.
What a pity, I can’t touch it.
Jian Ruochen got up and went out. Bi Xianxian came in to ask the remaining basic questions and then took Cao Youfang back to the detention center.
The incident at Hong Kong University this time was serious, so the authorities simply suspended classes for two days and fully cooperated with the police investigation.
Jian Ruochen took the time to rest for two days, and the first thing he did after getting a good night's sleep was to spend money.
There's no way. When I'm in a bad mood, I have to spend money to feel better.
He sat on the floor in front of the coffee table, fiddling with the laptop that Luo Binwen used for work.
This portable computer is a bit bulky and is placed in a shockproof safe with a circle of black shockproof cotton around it. There are no heat dissipation holes underneath.
It looks very vintage.
Jian Ruochen stared at the old and slow system for a while and couldn't stand it at all.
I suddenly felt like I had traveled from the interstellar age to a primitive tribe.
By 2030, cars will be able to fly, express deliveries will be delivered by air, and meals will be served by robots.
At this moment, opening a local area network is still 99% stuck.
Jian Ruochen turned around and opened the local form and scanned it, pointing at the items on it and "clicking randomly": "This, this, and that, invest in them all and deduct them from my account."
Then he pointed at the projects with bidding signs and said, "Is this Lu Lu Rong? I'll grab all the ones he likes. Of course, don't block the ones that have no prospects. Leave them for him."
After he said this, he felt refreshed.
Lu Rong was cautious in selling phenmethylol, and West Kowloon could not find any evidence.
But he can use money to annoy Lu Rong!
Luo Binwen: …
He could imagine what it was like for the young master to order food at a restaurant.
He wants this and that, and after ordering he also wants: Send all these bad dishes to the person I hate at the next table.
"Has the mobile phone that can take pictures been made?" Jian Ruochen turned his head expectantly.
Luo Binwen smiled and said, "Scientific research is like making a wish. With the support of money, you also need a little bit of luck. They also need a little time."
"Well." Jian Ruochen nodded in understanding. "Give them some extra money, and let them study how to upgrade computer chips, and then make a faster system. Give them more money, triple the money."
Luo Binwen thought about it and decided to change the subject when the young master continued to imagine the future in revenge. "Why invest in international trade? This is a big project. I am not confident about Hong Kong after the British withdrawal. It may be even more chaotic. With riots and possible terrorist attacks, the consumption capacity of Hong Kong people will decrease and prices will rise. Now may not be a good time to invest in an international trade center."
Jian Ruochen said: "It won't be messy."
Luo Binwen thought again of the Kowloon Walled City that was gradually razed to the ground. He looked at the extremely confident young master in front of him, and suddenly everything became clear to him.
Yes, it won’t be messy.
Everything is getting better.
Luo Binwen said softly, "Okay, as you wish. Anyway, your money is like magic, it will never go down at all."
Jian Ruochen: ...
I always feel that this sentence is a bit disappointing.
Two days later, the suspension of classes at Hong Kong University ended.
A total of more than fifty students were invited to the West Kowloon Regional Police Station for coffee.
Among them, Joan Grove from the Department of Art and Corvin Jacob from the Department of Literature were unable to return to school.
The remaining forty-odd students successively went through the procedures for suspension of study and were sent to juvenile drug rehabilitation centers for short-term detoxification.
On October 3, West Kowloon completed all procedures for the Xiangjiang University jumping case, formally prosecuted Joan Grove, Coven Jacobs and Cao Youfang, and prepared to hold a press conference at 8 o'clock in the evening.
At 7:30, the West Kowloon Serious Crime Squad got off work.
Today we are handling the prosecution procedures. There is a lot of work to do at the police station, so Jian Ruochen, for the sake of convenience, moved to Bauhinia Apartment.
This place is really blessed with talented people. You can run into meritorious police officers who you have seen in the newspapers just by taking the elevator.
After Guan Yingjun used the key to open the door of the apartment, Jian Ruochen went straight to the living room, took out the business card he received on the day of "investigating Li Feiquan", and called the reporters who had "mutual assistance and win-win" with him last time.
He had been sitting all day and was already a little restless, so he started walking around the living room while talking. Seeing that the door of Guan Yingjun's study was open, he leaned in to look, and when their eyes met, he walked in, talking nonstop and pacing while making two or three more phone calls.
There was only one chair in the study, and he wanted to sit on it at this moment, so he walked over to Guan Yingjun and poked his calf with his toes.
Guan Yingjun put down the book in his hand. Seeing that he was still on the phone, he did not say anything. He leaned forward silently, supported Jian Ruochen's hips with his arms, and carried him onto the desk.
Jian Ruochen stepped on Guan Yingjun's thigh and was so shocked that he stuttered: "...Yes, it is, the top floor of the Kowloon Hotel. No, I will not attend."
Guan Yingjun had a smile in his eyes and pinched the soft flesh on his calf.
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