Chapter 173 Press Conference (Updated)
Lin Yazhi was amused. "Where is the talent market so tricky?"
She took a comb and dipped it in water, combed back the loose hair on Jian Ruochen's forehead, stepped back to admire this flawless face for a while, and sighed, "It's a pity that the police academy has to wear a uniform, you have to cut your hair."
"Then cut it." Jian Ruochen didn't care.
It doesn't mean it can't grow again after being cut.
Besides, he kept long hair, firstly to remind himself to avenge the original owner, and secondly because he had lived in the atmosphere of a compound since he was a child, and the longest he had ever kept was a slight fringe. It was naturally novel for him to suddenly have long hair, and he wanted to keep it for the experience.
Guan Yingjun straightened his tie and looked at his watch. "Five minutes left."
The sound of reporters entering the conference room outside the partition could be heard, and the sound of faint discussions passed through the partition to the back.
"I heard that all the evidence of the Lu family's crimes will be made public today. Is that true?"
"More than that, I heard Jiang Hanyu is also involved."
"West Kowloon has been very tough lately. They solved a case that the Royal Police hadn't made any progress on for five years in just one year. Tsk."
"On the one hand, the West Kowloon Crime Squad is efficient in solving cases, but on the other hand... I can only say that the Royal Police and the British Hong Kong Police are birds of a feather."
"STN has taken the middle position again. Oh... With a good boss, we don't have to worry about performance. I'm really envious."
"Boss Jian... By the way, I think Consultant Jian is quite frugal. After he inherited the inheritance, he didn't buy a yacht nor did he throw parties every now and then like other people do."
After the words fell, there was a moment of silence. After a while, someone said in a hoarse voice: "You call donating 7 billion US dollars to the mainland for nothing thrifty?"
"How are they the same?" STN reporter Chen Zhuyao turned to look over. Just one glance was enough to silence her colleagues.
The aura of this number one news anchor in Hong Kong is truly undeniable.
Several female reporters also looked envious.
I heard that the atmosphere at STN is very good, without too much intrigue, and female reporters are not sent around as resources. Everyone works based on their passion for journalism.
Unfortunately, only college students are accepted.
How about going to Hong Kong University to study Chinese?
Behind the baffle, Jian Ruochen flipped through his manuscript again, and five minutes passed in a flash.
The lights in the room suddenly dimmed, leaving only the high-wattage spotlight above the conference table still on. Lin Yazhi held the blue folder between her elbows, turned her head, and stroked Liu Qishang's epaulettes with one hand, "You're the fourth one to speak, so don't mess with me."
Liu Qishang's Adam's apple rolled, "No."
Lin Yazhi smiled, turned around with a solemn expression, and took the lead to step onto the platform. Her high heels knocked on the carpeted steel platform, making a dull but clear sound.
She was wearing a police uniform and pinned all the medals she had received in recent years on her chest. She stood in front of the podium and said to the reporters calmly, "Good afternoon, friends from the press. Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to attend today's press conference. I am Superintendent Lam Ya-chi of the Special Investigation Unit of the Crime Squad of the West Kowloon Police Station."
"Today, on behalf of the Kowloon West Regional Police and the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC), I would like to inform you of the progress of a major criminal case and make public all the evidence."
“We hope that through media dissemination and reporting, we can further strengthen the attention and participation of all sectors of society and jointly safeguard the fairness, security and stability of Hong Kong’s judicial system.”①
Below the stage, reporters had different expressions.
This draft is really sharp, it's almost like scolding the court.
You are unreliable. The reason for holding a press conference is because you need supervision.
"In recent years... local forces have occupied Hong Kong and brought serious harm to society through illegal means such as drug trafficking, organizing prostitution, money laundering, funding spy organizations, and bribing officials. Please see the evidence below and ask CID Chief Inspector Guan Yingjun to explain it in detail."
After Lin Yazhi finished speaking, Guan Yingjun took the stage. He stood up and opened the slides.
The man was wearing a pure white uniform shirt today, with epaulettes flashing, complementing the Bauhinia Medal on his chest. He looked calm, reserved, stern and imposing.
Jian Ruochen watched, but what he was thinking about was the way Guan Yingjun was carefully using the iron to iron his shirt before coming to work in the morning, wearing only a vest.
Guan Yingjun handed the Bauhinia Medal to him and asked him to do something else. Although he was alone, he…
The atmosphere is completely different.
The sound of shutter clicks immediately rang out at the scene.
Guan Yingjun frowned slightly, and in chronological order, he laid out the hard evidence of Lu Jingchen's murder of Crystal Gwendoline Conant, and slowly described the family's method of intending to use benzodiazepine to kill two people.
There were gasps from the audience, and many people looked frequently at Jian Ruochen who was sitting on the stage, only to see that the corners of his eyes were red and he was looking down at the document in his hand.
Two glittering medals were pinned on the chest of his summer suit shirt, making his face look delicate and fragile.
It is hard to imagine how Jian Ruochen managed to survive the more than ten years without his mother on his own.
He finally found his father and thought he had found his home, but in fact it was another devil's lair.
"What a beast." The reporters said indignantly in their voices.
Crystal Gwendolin Conant was a particularly cheerful lady who had done many good things for the people's livelihood in Hong Kong. Yet, such a person met with a tragic death.
The Lu family has become what it is now, and it can only be blamed on the fact that they have done too many evil things and are suffering the consequences.
West Kowloon obtained a lot of evidence. Every time Guan Yingjun spoke a word, a slide page had to be changed. Every time the page was changed, the reporters underground would click the shutter.
Jian Ruochen lowered her eyes to avoid the flash, but the corners of her eyes were getting redder and redder, and she shed tears because of the sting.
Kowloon Court, Detention Center.
Lu Rong looked at Jian Ruochen on TV, who seemed to be crying for his deceased mother, and smiled sarcastically.
There was no trace of blood on his face, and he sat quietly on the chair as if he was dead, but a thought popped into his mind: It turns out that people like Jian Ruochen can also shed tears.
In fact, he had met Crystal when he was very young. She was a very beautiful woman. If she wasn't so smart, Lu Jingchen would have personally taken action to plot against her and pursue her.
Christine, who secretly came to Hong Kong, was like a bird out of a cage.
He watched everything his father did as a child.
Watching Lu Jingchen abandon his wife, marry a concubine, and then allow the concubine to kill his wife.
Watching how Lu Jingchen repeatedly used high-purity drugs to control his men, making their lives worse than death and forcing them to be loyal, I felt that there might be retribution in this world.
He was very young at the time and was afraid at first, but he became numb as he watched, because he knew that if he showed any fear, Lu Jingchen, who didn't like him in the first place, would give up on him without hesitation.
Because the Lu family still has Lu Qian.
He hated the father and son, and was also afraid of retribution because of the Lu family.
So when he took over the family business, he tried to whitewash it as soon as possible, and tried to show both sides that he was harmless in order to seek cooperation and surrender. He even donated to two children's funds in Hong Kong, but unfortunately it was of no use.
If there was anything wrong in my life, it was that I shouldn't have chosen Professor Oliver Keith as the partner to murder Jian Ruochen.
The mistake was that I thought Jian Ruochen was a hindrance.
Lu Rong sat there thinking for a while. After listening to the lengthy presentation of evidence, he saw Guan Yingjun walking back to his seat.
Jian Ruochen stood up, walked to the side of the podium and said, "Since the China Central Bureau is inconvenient, I would like to speak on behalf of the Mainland Office in Hong Kong and the China Central Bureau to explain the illegal activities carried out by Hong Kong British political personnel in Hong Kong."
He had just finished speaking.
Kowloon West Regional Police Headquarters, Chief Commander's Office.
The phone on Tao Hongyun's desk rang frantically. He leaned back in his chair and glanced at the caller ID.
It was a call from the British Consulate General in Hong Kong.
Tao Hongyun didn't answer it immediately. He turned his chair and looked out the window.
The sky was clear and blue after the typhoon, without even a dark cloud. The humidity of the air was just right, and it smelled like the scent of ink in the office.
Tao Hongyun took a deep breath and looked up at the TV hanging in the office. On it, Jian Ruochen was methodically and eloquently describing the various deeds of Hong Kong and British spies in Hong Kong, and he also made public a list of spies.
The shrill ringing of the phone almost drowned out the boy's clear voice.
Tao Hongyun was annoyed and finally raised his hand to answer the phone, "Hello?"
The Governor said: "Commander-in-Chief, you have never done things so drastically before!"
Tao Hongyun smiled.
Yes, he always tries to protect himself and be a good guy who does not offend either side. This way he can not only protect his own official position, but also protect Lin Yazhi and Guan Yingjun, two troublemakers who do things without any taboos.
He had no choice but to be tactful, and he didn't kneel before the British Hong Kong government voluntarily.
He had been kneeling for so long and wanted to stand up to let the British Hong Kong see what he, Tao Hongyun, looked like when he stood up!
"I shouldn't have done anything too extreme, right?" Tao Hongyun asked with a smile.
The Governor said, "You have published the names of our people! What will you do after you let them return home?"
"Haha." Tao Hongyun laughed expressionlessly and was silent for a while.
When Jian Ruochen mentioned Morklin on TV, he spoke again, "It's just a name. Can't you just change it after you take the person back? Forget about the fact that there is no public photo. Even if the photo is public, what will happen?"
"If you don't want these spies, then sentence them to death! Let them stay on Hong Kong soil forever. I don't mind wasting a few more bullets!"
Tao Hongyun felt an unprecedented sense of joy.
He narrowed his eyes in ecstasy.
This kind of joy was actually brought to him by a junior who was in his early twenties.
Tao Hongyun felt that the best thing he had ever done in his life was to agree to Guan Yingjun's request to add a criminal psychologist to the team.
No wonder Jian Ruochen always has such a straight back and is so confident facing the British Hong Kong government. It feels so good!
Tao Hongyun took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Governor, I want to remind you that if these spies die in Hong Kong, how many loyal spies will MI6 still have?"
"Tao Hongyun!" the Governor shouted hoarsely, his unstandard Cantonese almost breaking.
"Yeah." Tao Hongyun responded, "It's okay, I'm hanging up."
After saying that, he hung up the phone without waiting for the person on the other end to react.
He sat in the boss chair, hummed a few tuneless Cantonese opera lines, and continued to watch the press conference happily.
Guan Yingjun was responsible for making the public announcement in order to force the Kowloon Court to make a fair judgment.
The part that Jian Ruochen was responsible for the public announcement was to pave the way for negotiations between the mainland and England.
The clearer this part is stated, the more it can incite human nature, and the more it can be used to arouse the anger of the Hong Kong people against the British Hong Kong government and their resistance to espionage, making it easier to call back the scientists.
It is impossible for England to completely give up the fat piece of meat of Hong Kong all at once, they can only compromise temporarily.
If Britain does not compromise, other countries in the world will force them to compromise.
After Jian Ruochen had presented the evidence, he closed the file and looked straight at the STN camera with his eyes that were red from the light.
He blinked his eyes slightly, and his eyelashes were covered with moisture. "Molklin and others not only endangered the security of Hong Kong and China, but also endangered the safety of the people. These spies made bombs in elementary schools, opened casinos one after another in Hong Kong, lured people in, helped corrupt officials launder money, and eventually caused people to break up with their families."
"Hong Kong is a place for Hong Kong people, and the primary school is for Hong Kong children. Even for the sake of our families, we must never allow such things to happen again on this land."
"The British Hong Kong government is requested to respect the facts, deeply reflect on its mistakes, stop misleading the people of Hong Kong, fabricating public opinion, and stop smearing the people of Hong Kong!"
After Jian Ruochen finished speaking, he took the documents and went downstairs, secretly glanced at Guan Yingjun.
He remembered that a scientist who could improve intercontinental missiles was being held by the British, and if the operation went well this time, he might be able to get him back.
It is just around the corner that the Dongfeng Express series will once again become world-renowned.
But he is just creating an environment, and the rest is up to the diplomats.
At the end of the press conference, Liu Qishang announced the amount of bribes received and given by corrupt officials.
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Governor's Office.
Di Qiweier reached out angrily and swept the documents on the table to the ground.
He leaned on the table, his eyes red as if they were about to bleed.
What a clever substitution of concepts. According to Jian Ruochen's point of view, he should have said that it was a threat to China's national security, but he said it was a threat to Hong Kong's security.
The concept of spies is far away from people's lives. If Jian Ruochen had not said this, the British Hong Kong government could have used public opinion to change the concept!
But he actually defined the crime of espionage as hiding bombs in primary schools and luring people into gambling among the public!
These crimes are close to life and are more likely to incite public anger and cause panic!
He's finished.
Molkerlin's mission failed.
His mission is also going to fail!
Ditchwell was breathing heavily. Suddenly, the phone on the table rang. He was startled and picked it up impatiently: "Hello?"
"Hello." The person on the other end of the phone said, "I am a diplomat from the Chinese Office in Hong Kong. I have taken over your country's spies from the Hong Kong Police Department. You should send someone to contact us."
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