Chapter 176 No Need to Do It Yourself
Guan Yingjun stroked the back of Jian Ruochen's hand with his thumb and glanced sideways at the shops they passed by.
It was noon, and the sun shone between the rows of buildings and on the window frames, reflecting a dazzling golden light.
There are white signs with red paint, some new and some old, and the neon lights on them cast a silent gray under the sunlight. The iron frame supporting the sign had been eroded by wind and rain, and rust had appeared on the white sign, leaving behind red and yellow rust spots.
The weather was extremely hot, but the Causeway Bay commercial street was exceptionally bustling. The closer you got to the mall, the more people there were. Some British women were holding parasols, wearing high heels and cool vest skirts, with large and small paper bags slung around their wrists, and walking in small steps on the tiles of the pedestrian street.
Guan Yingjun pulled Jian Ruochen, and the two of them walked quickly into the crowd, took a few quick steps towards the mall, and turned into a jewelry store connected to the mall.
Jian Ruochen took advantage of the sales and customers to peek outside, "Bao Jiayun didn't follow. Is he so easily dumped?"
"He didn't take it seriously. Bao Jiayun just returned to Hong Kong from the UK and is not familiar with what's happening here, otherwise he would be more cautious." Guan Yingjun said as he took out a small sealed bag and put the business card in it.
Jian Ruochen was thoughtful, "For someone in this line of work, returning to Hong Kong at this time..."
As a result of the actions taken by the West Kowloon Regional Police Station, the Hong Kong triads are now in danger and are eager to behave themselves.
Some of them scattered, some escaped, some were sent to prison, and some were liquidated.
Those who remain in Hong Kong would like to escape tomorrow, so why are some people eager to come back?
Are you so confused about the situation?
The two of them walked around the jewelry store. Jian Ruochen picked out two plain rings at random, paid for them, and he and Guan Yingjun put on one each. After spending more than ten minutes, they turned around and walked out of the store, crossed the mall, walked around a little, and returned to the vicinity of the barber shop.
Guan Yingjun thought about it, took off his hat, and covered Jian Ruochen's head that was shining brightly in the sun.
The two men climbed up by using the debris piled nearby and the steel bars on the wall that tied the air conditioner outdoor unit, and in no time they reached the roof of the second floor of the barber shop's side building.
There is a restaurant next to the barber shop. The owner raises a group of pigeons on the roof. He uses mesh wire to enclose a piece of ground, stacking it up layer by layer to form a square pigeon cage that exudes the smell of chicken.
Jian Ruochen took advantage of the roof waterproof strip to lie on the side and look in the direction of the barber shop.
In broad daylight, the curtains on the second floor of the barber shop were drawn, the side windows were closed, and the roller shutter door at the back door was half-closed.
After a while, someone came out from the half-drawn rolling door holding something, and threw it to the ground with a "clang". It was one of the other customers when Jian Ruochen was having his hair cut.
His eyebrows were drooping, and when he tilted his head to light a cigarette, the scar on his forehead was exposed. After taking a puff at the back door, he shuddered all over, groaned happily, and said to the inside of the door: "Not bad, Brother Jiu."
"The last few, we'll leave after we sell them out. Hong Kong is under strict control now." said Brother Jiu.
The man kicked the frame on the ground and said, "Leave? Where to? Are we going to England to get a haircut?"
There was a basket of broken hair in the frame. After being kicked hard, some of it splashed out, with black and white mixed together, looking a little weird.
Brother Jiu bent down and walked out of the rolling door, picked up the frame of hair, and poured it all into a large iron bucket. He then picked up the plastic bucket next to him and poured oil into it, then struck a match and threw it in.
In an instant, the rising firelight illuminated the faces of the two people.
The man holding the cigarette squinted his eyes, took a slow puff of the cigarette between his fingers, and stared at the flame, "What are you burning it for?"
Brother Nine said, "Just in case, if the police take these hairs for testing, do you think you can get away with it?"
"Heh." The man laughed, "The important thing is to take care of your cousin."
Jiu Ge's eyebrows suddenly turned cold, "He just came back and thought Hong Kong was the Hong Kong of ten years ago."
"That person today was really not Jian Ruochen?"
As he spoke, he had already smoked half of his cigarette.
The man's expression became more and more erratic. He was a little unsteady on his feet and had to lean against the wall. He smoked more and more eagerly, puff by puff.
"It's hard to say." There was a hint of sadness between Ninth Brother's brows.
Judging from her personality, she doesn't seem to be the fearsome Consultant Jian.
But Jian Ruochen was able to kill so many top criminals, so he is not a simple person at all, so it is normal for him to lie.
“Why... it’s hard to say... I think you guys are already very secretive. Only regular customers who have smoked more than ten times can get in touch with you.” The man half-closed his eyes, took the last puff in ecstasy, threw the burnt cigarette butt into the fire bucket, enjoying the last aftertaste in the heat.
Ninth brother was silent.
He believed this.
Thinking back carefully, his small barber shop had been checked by the police from the Royal Hong Kong Police Station no less than ten times. From the suspicion in the beginning to the trust later, and then to being able to cut hair for the police.
At this moment, it is impeccable.
Even if the police came, they might not be able to find anything wrong.
What can Jian Ruochen see if he comes?
The hall was so clean, and there was nothing drug-related in it. It was a very respectable barbershop. Even the people who washed my hair were properly employed barbers, and they were all men.
Brother Jiu was relieved, "Do you want the goods?"
"Yes, buy one hundred thousand." The man took out a stack of Hong Kong dollars with a face value of one thousand yuan, "How much raw materials do you have left?"
Brother Jiu took the money, took out a metal cigarette box from his pocket and slapped it into the man's hand. "It's all in there, don't ask. It's hard to get the raw materials now. The line in Myanmar is also cut off. The factory dares not to start production. The situation is tense. When you finish smoking... either run away with us abroad, or quit smoking on your own."
Jian Ruochen listened and figured out some of the clues.
Bao Jiayun returned to Hong Kong from abroad not to expand drug trafficking in this land, but to help his cousin make the last bit of money and then flee overseas with the money.
During the period before the return, many triad members did sneak away to neighboring countries to evade sanctions. Some changed their nationality, and some became illegal residents.
Now that the intelligence organization has been wiped out, the talent transfer plan that has been planned for more than ten years has completely failed, and the triads have begun to panic and are out of control.
"Where is my hair?" Jian Ruochen turned his head.
"In my pocket." Guan Yingjun patted his trouser pocket. He almost immediately understood what Jian Ruochen was worried about. "Hair without follicles cannot be used for DNA testing. Whoever gets it cannot leave it at the crime scene to frame someone else."
He turned his head to stare at Jian Ruochen and whispered, "Go to the police academy and take the criminal investigation course. I will find time..."
The Chief Superintendent is very busy and he may not be able to spare the time.
Guan Yingjun paused, turned his head, and returned to the topic of framing: "It will be fine."
Jian Ruochen choked up and brought the topic back to the topic, "How long has this barber shop been open here?"
"More than ten years." Guan Yingjun said, his breathing suddenly stagnated, and he hugged Jian Ruochen into his arms.
Jian Ruochen's peripheral vision flashed, and he saw that Ninth Brother suddenly raised his head and looked straight at him through the extinguished sparks.
In an instant.
The only sound in Jian Ruochen's ears was the cooing of pigeons.
He held his breath and huddled under the waterproof strip. For a moment, the only sound he could hear was the muffled sound of his own heart.
There were several footsteps downstairs.
Brother Jiu walked up to the restaurant, knocked on the window, and said to the boss who was looking out of the kitchen, "Uncle, the pigeons on your roof are clucking so loudly. Are they out of food? Go up and take a look. I heard that many people have been stealing pigeons to eat recently."
"Oh, haha, how could it be possible? They definitely can't steal from our house because our balcony is locked." The old man smiled and said, "Thank you very much. I'll go up and take a look later. If it's not lost, I'll stew one for you to try."
Ninth brother laughed.
Guan Yingjun made a gesture, and Jian Ruochen immediately stood up, crouched and took a few steps back. After making sure that he would not be seen by his ninth brother who was standing close to the building downstairs, he turned around and looked down.
Fortunately, the distance between the buildings is only as wide as one person’s arm span.
Dark, damp and deserted.
Unfortunately there is no foothold for climbing.
But two floors are not high, so it is not impossible to jump hard.
Just as Jian Ruochen had this thought, Guan Yingjun suddenly jumped up and ran towards him. He climbed down the edge of the floor, then kicked the wall and landed silently in the alley with his arms outstretched.
Guan Yingjun said silently: Jump.
The voice of the ninth brother came from downstairs: "Uncle, I don't have much to do in the shop anyway, I'll feed the pigeons for you, you're busy, I used to do this when I was a kid, I'm very good at it."
Jian Ruochen even heard the crisp sound when he touched the key.
The door to the balcony seemed about to open.
He no longer hesitated and jumped towards Guan Yingjun's open arms.
Guan Yingjun held him, turned a little in place to release the force, and then put him down, "Let's go!"
This area is not the most prosperous part of Causeway Bay. After walking through the alleys, passing by several sweet water shops and food shops, and passing by several vendors setting up stalls, the two of them slowly relaxed their expressions, and both stopped under the awning set up on the street, looking at each other and laughing.
Guan Yingjun's forehead was covered with sweat. "I'll ask Ji Bailou to arrange someone to follow."
"Him?" Jian Ruochen was stunned. "He has no other cases on hand?"
"Not for now." Guan Yingjun took out his phone and said while searching for the phone, "After the Lu family finished sorting out the drugs hidden, he started his vacation."
This was the longest rest Ji Bailou had had in the past eight years. He was dealing with a blind date arranged by his family when he received a call from his former best friend, now his boss.
Before coming, he was disdainful, but after coming, he felt that men might be animals that are easily controlled by hormones. He could fully understand Guan Yingjun's feelings when he looked at Jian Ruochen in a trance.
The girl is a returned overseas Chinese who studied music. She has curly hair that covers her entire back. She is now a music instructor at the Open University of Hong Kong.
She asked in person, "Are you busy at work?"
Ji Bailou said: "That's good. Maybe I won't be so busy in the future. If I'm not busy, I'll have more time to spend with... "
He was so nervous that his palms were sweating and his fingers were shaking as he spoke, and he felt like he might fall in love at first sight.
As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang.
Guan Yingjun said: "There is someone selling drugs in the barber shop at No. 69, Shuangqing District, Causeway Bay. Find someone to follow him."
Ji Bailou looked at the teasing look on the girl's face and wanted to call Guan Yingjun to fight her. He lowered his voice and said, "No way, sir, I'm busy right now."
Before Guan Yingjun could say anything, he heard the rich sound of the phonograph saxophone coming from the receiver. He was slightly startled, "Are you on a date?"
Ji Bailou hesitated and said, "This is the first time we meet."
Guan Yingjun said, "Then don't forget to come for dinner tonight. I'll arrange for someone else to take care of the Causeway Bay matters."
Ji Bailou hung up the phone, feeling a little dazed.
In the past, even if Guan Yingjun didn't say it, he would definitely think that the case was more important than the blind date. Feelings were as light as a feather in his eyes. He would think it was very foolish for people to refuse a temporary task because of feelings.
After all, all tasks are opportunities for promotion.
I didn't expect that in just two years, Guan Yingjun had become so sensible and like a human being.
The little god of wealth has made an indispensable contribution.
The girl smiled and asked, "Are you going to work?"
Ji Bailou said, "No, my brother is going to hold a... banquet."
They were introduced by their parents. Both of their families work in the police system, so they know each other well and are a good match.
The two looked at each other and knew exactly what kind of banquet it was and who was hosting it.
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Guan Yingjun assigned the task to Group D of the Anti-Drug Squad of the Criminal Investigation Division.
The new official started delivering performance results as soon as he took office, which put the people in CIB at ease.
"You said that you would make a lot of changes when you take office. How is that possible? Guan Sir hates playing official games the most. When he was leading Team A at CID, he always spoke with strength."
"He doesn't manage it strictly, but if the task is not completed well, we will all suffer. Stop laughing and do your work."
"Speaking of CID... Is Lu Rong going to have his first public trial at 3pm this afternoon?"
"Yes, but after watching Lu Qian's public trial, I have no interest in public trials anymore. The charges against these people are too long, and it's a waste of time to listen to them all."
"Advisor Jian is really capable. Lu Rong is now a lost dog! I feel really relieved when I see this."
"Hey, the media outside are all exaggerating about him, saying that he is the future light of Hong Kong's police force! To be honest... If I were him, with so much wealth, I would never think of becoming a policeman."
"I don't have time to spend with my mom and dad, and I don't have time to fall in love."
"He is a very professional psychologist. Who knows what he will be like as a policeman in the future? But criminal psychology is more useful than I thought. His current fame in Hong Kong is not groundless."
Another person raised his fingers and counted: "Marksmanship, courage, boldness, knowledge, Jian Ruochen is amazing in every aspect! Although I am a little jealous, he really deserves the title."
After everyone laughed and chatted for a while, they changed into bulletproof vests and put on plain clothes. The leading inspector whispered, "Brother Jiu, the barber shop at No. 69, Shuangqing District, Causeway Bay, sells drugs disguised as cigarettes."
"If you see someone, try not to start a conversation. The suspect is quite alert. We just follow him, not make contact."
After everyone confirmed their mission, they dispersed.
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The other side.
After Guan Yingjun assigned the task, he and Jian Ruochen went home, changed their sweaty clothes and took a shower.
Jian Ruochen was a little uncomfortable with the feeling of being out of control when leaving things entirely to others to complete. He sat in the bathtub, distracted, and worried about the progress of the task.
Guan Yingjun carried him to the edge of the bathtub and sat him down. He used the shower head to rinse off all the loose hair on Jian Ruochen's head and whispered, "You are now in a high position. You don't have to do everything yourself. Let your subordinates do the simple things. You can take charge when you need to decide on the general direction."
Jian Ruochen slowly leaned back and leaned against Guan Yingjun's waist and abdomen, "You are now the Chief Superintendent..." He was still a little uncomfortable, and asked in a low voice: "What if they mess up?"
"If they mess up, it proves that they are not worthy of this job." Guan Yingjun lifted Jian Ruochen's neck and said hoarsely, "Don't lean on me. We have to go to dinner at six o'clock."
Jian Ruochen felt something pressing against the back of his head and dodged forward, "Go take a shower."
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