Chapter 170 I think I've been soft-hearted enough
Morklin looked at the person standing in front of him. He could not find a chance to vent his anger, nor could he find room for reversal.
For the first time in his fifty-eight years of life, he felt what it meant to be powerless.
He trembled and screamed, "I didn't say that! I didn't say a word! Who told you? What on earth do you want to do? You bastard!"
Yes, who told Jian Ruochen?
Colleagues from the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit who were watching outside the interrogation room were also puzzled.
Jian Ruochen leaned against the wall of the interrogation room, watching him go crazy calmly. People always swear and attack others' birth when they are most helpless.
Morklin looked extremely disheveled; the hairspray on his gray hair had lost its effect, and his hair was spread out in disarray, shaking with his movements. The numbered yellow vest he wore clearly showed his identity as a prisoner.
His face looked ferocious, completely different from the old gentleman when he was first invited into the West Kowloon Regional Police Station.
Jian Ruochen retracted his gaze and said to the phone, "Generally speaking, only the general manager knows such a detailed action plan. Do you still believe that he didn't say anything? If you insist on trusting him, I have nothing to say."
There was a sound of heavy breathing coming from the receiver.
The man didn't even know how to respond.
At this moment, any word could become a handle for diplomatic criticism.
His denial of the authenticity of the mission is tantamount to denying all the achievements of thousands of spies in Hong Kong. From now on, who will love the motherland, who will sacrifice their lives for it, and who will leave home to work for mi6 at all costs?
If he admits the authenticity of the mission, he will become a laughing stock internationally and will cause Britain to lose its diplomatic initiative in front of China.
The date of return is approaching. If one word is wrong, the upper echelons’ layout in Hong Kong will fail.
Jian Ruochen listened to the grinding sound coming from the receiver and waited silently for an answer.
The man looked around and said, "You are too tough. Being too tough will break you. This is not a good thing."
Jian Ruochen pretended not to hear, "It seems that you agree that what Morklin said is true. Let me remind you that the illegal station set up by your intelligence organization in Hong Kong has been destroyed, and the personnel and names in it have been detained."
You might consider giving up on Maulklin.
But can we abandon the entire intelligence organization?
Who will work for the British in the future?
Outside the interrogation room.
The members of the serious crime squad who arrived upon hearing the news were pushing each other, with heads piled up one on top of the other, and they lay outside the one-way glass, all of them stunned.
They have been working in the West Kowloon Regional Police Station for so many years, and have never seen anyone dare to speak so toughly to the British Hong Kong Consulate General in such a way.
Over the years, they have had their funding withheld by the British Hong Kong government, been oppressed by the Royal Hong Kong Police Force, and been overwhelmed by the chaos in Kowloon Walled City. When they see the British Hong Kong leaders, they always think it is better to avoid trouble than to worry about it.
This is the first time... I have seen people like them speaking with their heads held high and with dignity, neither humble nor overbearing.
So cool.
It's not a weak show of strength, but the confidence to speak plainly and straightforwardly.
Jian Ruochen looked at Morklin with red eyes calmly, remaining extremely calm.
He said to the person on the phone, "Sir, I don't think I'm tough. My mother died at the hands of Oliver Keith, and you acquiesced to it. After I learned the truth, I did not pursue the responsibility of the British Hong Kong government, and I was still willing to keep part of Connacht's industry in England. This is my respect for the other half of my bloodline."
He paused, expressionless, "You are the one who is too tough. Conant has four factories in the UK, two of which manufacture aircraft and cars, and two of which are involved in light industry, smart Internet, and mobile phone chips. Conant holds 51% of the shares of your largest airline."
The Governor of Hong Kong at the Consulate General remained silent. He controlled his heavy breathing and made it lighter, with only a slight tremor when he inhaled.
"Not withdrawing these pillar industries from England has caused a large number of your workers to lose their jobs, triggering a financial crisis ahead of time." Jian Ruochen said softly, "I think I have been soft-hearted enough, what do you think?"
Threat, naked threat!
Conant is no longer just a family surname, but a financial symbol. When it came to Jian Ruochen's generation, the surname Conant became a trademark.
Too many families other than Conant have sustained the glory of this name.
It does not depend on England, but England cannot lose it completely at once.
The Governor of Hong Kong released all his strength and slowly sat down on the chair in his office. Jian Ruochen was a very respectable and strong opponent. He did not understand in the past why someone would fall down after leaving the negotiation room, but now he understood.
Jian Ruochen is so smart, tough, cold and cruel.
He knew clearly the bottom line of the British Hong Kong government, what cards they held in their hands, and even knew what England thought of them and how far England would retreat on the Hong Kong issue.
Jian Ruochen said it well. In fact, he has already been very soft-hearted, and it is the British Hong Kong government that is pushing his limits.
But they have different positions and cannot empathize with each other.
The Governor asked, “Why?”
Why not just withdraw?
He looked at the record button flashing in front of him.
At this moment, if Jian Ruochen said something wrong, even if it involved a little bit of interest, he would be attacked by the lower-class people in Britain.
Go ahead...
Say it!
Jian Ruochen smiled and said, "If we withdraw, what will happen to the jobs of the workers in England?"
He paused, "I think what China said about the great unity of the people of the world is not an empty talk. Besides, the hatred that people pile up when they have no choice is unreasonable. I don't want to be the enemy of the people of any country. Of course, if the British imperialist regime continues to press forward, I can do nothing about it."
The implication is that we can withdraw even if we must.
The Governor of Hong Kong was sweating on his forehead. He raised his hand and cancelled the recording.
If this news were to reach England and be heard by the workers, it might trigger a strike demonstration.
Then he can forget about it.
The Governor of Hong Kong weighed the pros and cons and finally said, "What do you want? I will send someone to take Molkerlin away."
The voice faintly came out of the receiver and reached Molkerlin's ears. He closed his eyes tiredly.
What he wants is for his motherland to willingly take him home.
Instead of abandoning him because it would cause a chain reaction, they would have to bring him back to the country.
Just two days.
He had only met Jian Ruochen twice.
This man burned his 20 years of hard work.
Just with your mouth!
"Take him away? We haven't even completed the procedures, what context would it take to take him away directly?" Jian Ruochen exposed his plan and said in a deep voice, "If the crime is established, we will follow the rules. After we back up the evidence and compile the list, we will hand the person over to the police department, and they should hand him over directly to the mainland. You should be ready to exchange spies."
In terms of the specific way to deal with foreign spies, China may negotiate with its own country to exchange its own spies and foreign informants detained in foreign prisons. ①
So many spies are enough to bring back a scientist who is detained abroad and unable to return home.
The Governor of Hong Kong could no longer bear it and hung up the phone.
He hung up, feeling a little regretful.
If Jian Ruochen is so difficult to deal with, how terrifying must those old guys in the mainland be?
This person...
Where on earth did this person come from?
Now the talent transfer program has failed.
The plan to interfere with Hong Kong's return to China and monitor the mainland's offices in Hong Kong could not be carried out.
As for bribing officials, it is even worse. The Security Bureau was thoroughly investigated and many Chinese were replaced in office, and each of them was impeccable.
Hong Kong businessmen like Gu Youming found their place during the confrontation between Jian Ruochen and Lu Rong and were summoned to the mainland.
However, Lu Rong was an unsteady person. He didn't want to do too much for British Hong Kong, nor did he want to do too much for China.
He wants to eat Hong Kong all to himself.
Not to mention that he could not be rescued, even if he was rescued, Lu Rong would not be of much use to the British Hong Kong government.
At this moment, the man who had been stationed in Hong Kong for many years finally experienced the feeling of being in a dilemma.
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The interrogation room of the Crime Unit of Kowloon West Regional Police Station.
Jian Ruochen walked out and was stunned by the dark crowd of colleagues squatting outside. "What are you doing?"
Zhang Xingzong poked his head out from behind Jian Ruochen and said, "Just watch the fun."
Interrogate the spy.
This is a rare workplace experience for the police officers.
It's a pity that no one can learn Jian Ruochen's experience. Micro-expressions or behavioral science do have some basis.
But to be able to guess something out of nothing is really magical.
Most people can’t understand it.
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and looked at Jian Ruochen, seeing his bright eyes and slightly fluttering eyelashes.
An absurd guess arose from the bottom of my heart.
He was reluctant to believe his own guess, but when he thought about it carefully, every detail matched up, even things that had been inexplicable before could now be explained.
Why can Jian Ruochen salute like a mainland police officer, be familiar with mainland laws, be politically sensitive, have a sound personality, have a good family education, and be confident and self-reliant?
He did change.
He was replaced by a person from the future who knew what had happened in Hong Kong.
Knowing this so clearly, Jian Ruochen's father, mother, and even grandparents might be soldiers or police officers, and they were personally involved in this incident.
Reason cries out absurdity, but powerful logic brings the correct answer to our face.
"Jian Ruochen." Guan Yingjun called out softly.
Jian Ruochen was chatting and laughing with Zhang Xingzong. When he turned around, there was a bright smile in his eyes, "What's wrong?"
"Will you..." go back?
Guan Yingjun asked in a hoarse voice and stopped abruptly halfway through.
He was afraid and didn't dare to ask.
Because Jian Ruochen seemed to love that place so much that he even ate a few more bites of the food.
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and said, "Nothing, there are too many things to do. Don't surround Consultant Jian, let him do his work."
Everyone looked at each other, and their eyes kept falling on Guan Yingjun and Jian Ruochen.
When they left, they were still hugging each other and whispering.
"Is Guan Sir jealous?"
"How is that possible? Of course he's trying to get us to work."
"Don't tell me, Consultant Jian is really handsome."
"Yeah, I didn't know why Madam thought he was suitable to be a police officer before, but now I know, some people are born with this talent."
Jian Ruochen heard it, and seeing that Guan Yingjun was a little absent-minded, he bumped him with his hand, "Are you jealous?"
Guan Yingjun held his rebellious fingers and said, "No."
The two walked all the way back to the office, and after the door was closed, Jian Ruochen heard him say, "I want to kiss you."
Jian Ruochen said "hmm".
I thought to myself, what's the point of telling this? We've been together for so long, we've done everything, and the kiss is enough.
Before he could finish his thoughts, he was picked up by Guan Yingjun and put on the desk. The man leaned on both sides of the desk, his eyes fixed on him.
Jian Ruochen instinctively leaned back, but there was no room to retreat.
Guan Yingjun seemed to be examining her closely; his gaze seemed to be substantial, hot and intense, yet also a little tentative and cautious.
It was so hot that Jian Ruochen's breathing stopped. He swallowed and felt as if his whole body was seen through. He asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Guan Yingjun's gaze swept across Jian Ruochen's eyebrows, he closed his eyes, lowered his head, and kissed her almost devoutly.
He grabbed Jian Ruochen's hand, placed it on his chest, then slightly opened his eyes, half-closed his eyes to look at Jian Ruochen's expression, and confirmed that there was love in his eyes. The kiss was immediately filled with unquestionable offensive meaning, becoming strong and passionate.
Jian Ruochen kicked his legs in shock, and he instinctively grabbed the edge of the desk to resist the pure emotion that was pouring into his nostrils like a storm.
Guan Yingjun taught him: "If you don't want to kiss me anymore, you can kick me."
He gently stroked Jian Ruochen's back, his mind replaying every scene since they met.
Jian Ruochen was a little short of oxygen. He felt dizzy and pinched Guan Yingjun's chest. He pushed him away with his hand to breathe. When he raised his eyes, the tears in his eyes almost burst out.
Guan Yingjun looked at him and kissed those eyes that could drown people when they became gentle.
The words were in his throat, but he couldn't ask them no matter how hard he tried.
Jian Ruochen took a deep breath, raised his hand to wipe his mouth, licked his lips subconsciously and said, "Why are you sad?"
The interrogation of the spy was a great success, Lu Rong was arrested, and the Lu family was investigated.
Aren’t these all happy things?
Guan Yingjun said in a hoarse voice: "You..."
He buried his eyes in Jian Ruochen's neck, "Let's talk about it tonight, first--"
Jian Ruochen thought for a moment and suddenly understood.
He raised his eyelids and interrupted him: "Do the work first."
Guan Yingjun could tell that he had changed as soon as he met him.
Such a smart person, when he heard him give the answer without being interrogated today, he probably realized where he came from.
As a result, the once iron-faced and ruthless Guan Sir did not dare to ask.
interesting.
Jian Ruochen grabbed Guan Yingjun's collar, lifted his head back, leaned over and gave him a kiss as a consolation. Then he jumped off the table, clapped his hands, and went to the office outside to organize the evidence for the prosecution.
Lu Rong must be brought to justice before August. After all, he is under completely closed management after entering the police academy, and it will be too late to reach him by then.
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