Chapter 19: Can’t You Just Hug Her Up?
Jiang Mingshan shouted, "Who told you that I brought those paparazzi outside?"
He glared at Guan Yingjun, raised his hand to hold Jiang Hanyu's shoulder, and glanced at Jian Ruochen, "You unruly thing! Xiao Han, let's go home."
As for Jian Ruochen, just stay outside!
He wanted to see how long this dog that was begging for fatherly love and love could endure!
Jiang Hanyu was dumbfounded.
What's wrong with dad?
Didn’t you see that Jian Ruochen has a good relationship with the police station?
As long as Jian Ruochen is captured, the Jiang family will have people in both the black and white worlds!
He was playing the good guy just now, but Jiang Mingshan didn't understand!
Jiang Hanyu is short and can hardly keep up with Jiang Mingshan.
He looked back as he stumbled to the door of the police station.
Jian Ruochen was looking up and talking to the tall and majestic male police officer beside him, "Do you really want the prosecutor to sue Jiang Mingshan?"
Guan Yingjun raised his eyes and met Jiang Hanyu's gaze, then quickly looked away and said meaningfully, "I'm afraid there's no chance. Jiang Mingshan doesn't dare to make a big deal out of this, and the paparazzi outside will definitely be removed."
If it does not withdraw, the magistrate's court will not be able to skin the Jiang family.
But it will definitely make them anxious.
Guan Yingjun felt somewhat regretful when he thought of the deceased Jiang Yongyan. He stood up, lowered his eyes and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight?"
Jian Ruochen said softly: "Anything is fine?"
Guan Yingjun: "All is fine."
Jian Ruochen glanced at him and found that Guan Yingjun was particularly easy to talk to today.
It seems that the small combo of making merit and getting angry is extremely useful.
Jian Ruochen became interested, "Then let's go eat fried chicken and barbecue at the night market."
Haven't eaten it for a long time.
In the previous life, the police academy was under completely closed management. No takeout could come in, and they couldn’t go out. The fried chicken in the cafeteria has a lumpy batter and no soul at all.
Guan Yingjun didn't expect Jian Ruochen to choose this, "It's not clean, change it?"
Jian Ruochen snorted and called out word by word, "Inspector Guan?"
Guan Yingjun was a little nervous when he heard these three words, "Okay, let's go to the night stall."
Jian Ruochen sat in the passenger seat, opened the window, rested his elbows on the window bar, and supported his chin to look at the night view of Hong Kong.
The neon tubes and colored lights that were shone in the sunlight during the day were all lit up, and the scattered signs were suspended in the night sky, like a scene from a cyberpunk movie, so beautiful.
He was so fascinated by the sight that the tip of his nose turned red from the cold wind.
Guan Yingjun turned his head and looked in the direction Jian Ruochen was looking, but all he saw was ordinary scenery, and he didn't know what was so good about it.
After driving for half an hour, the car stopped at the West Kowloon Dockyard.
Here is the largest night market stall in Hong Kong.
Before getting off the bus, Guan Yingjun reminded, "The food here is delicious, but it's a bit messy. Follow me closely after you get off."
Everything on Jian Ruochen might be fake, but this face was definitely real, he had verified it.
Many gangsters and murderers hiding in the dark corners of the city like this type of face.
Pure, looks clean and well-behaved, and naive about worldly affairs.
It will make people yearn for it and can't help but want to possess it.
Jian Ruochen uttered an "oh" and after getting off the car, he followed Guan Yingjun closely.
He was aware of his own body and was panting after every step. He would definitely not be able to fight.
The night market was bustling with people. Many older men in leather jackets and with their shirts unbuttoned were sitting on plastic tables and chairs set up on the roadside, sitting with their legs apart, toasting each other and talking to each other like brothers.
Guan Yingjun walked to the stall with the oil pan set up and asked, "See which one you want to eat?"
Jian Ruochen glanced at the menu and said, "We solved two cases... I'll give you two servings of fried chicken legs and two servings of fried chicken wings. How many do you want?"
Guan Yingjun: "I don't eat."
Jian Ruochen said, "Boss, he wants two too."
Guan Yingjun was silent for a moment, but still paid the money and said, "We'll come get it later."
Jian Ruochen was taken to buy some grilled skewers. When he came back, the chicken had just been fried and was still hot on the grease rack. The boss had packed it and handed it to him.
Guan Yingjun took it, holding the bag and said, "Let's not eat here, let's go to the beach."
There are many forces entrenched in this place, and Jian Ruochen looks a little unsafe.
Guan Yingjun bought two more bottles of beer and a bottle of juice, put them in the car, and drove to the beach.
Jian Ruochen stood on the beach at the West Kowloon coast, looking at the dock not far away. He pushed the juice handed to him by Guan Yingjun, picked up the glass bottle of beer, pried open the bottle cap with his teeth, tilted his head back and took a sip, exhaling comfortably: "Ha~"
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and looked at the teeth marks on the bottle cap, wondering how a person who was as fragile as tofu could have such sharp teeth.
He was silent for a while, took out the key, and used the multi-function screwdriver hanging on it to open the bottle.
Jian Ruochen: ...
Why don’t you take it earlier!
Guan Yingjun looked at the pair of eyes that were wide open, smiled happily, took off his coat and put it on the beach, "Sit down."
The long trench coat is more than enough to seat two people.
Jian Ruochen sat there, taking a bite of fried chicken and a sip of beer, feeling relaxed for a rare moment.
The dark blue sky is dotted with nebulae.
Guan Yingjun looked up for a while and suddenly thought of his undercover life in Bangkok.
Life is not easy, but he is used to it.
After I came back, there was no one in the office who could follow my ideas.
The colleague in Group C who was also an undercover agent and retired also had a disagreement.
Jian Ruochen was the first one.
Guan Yingjun wrapped the stem of the fried chicken leg in a plastic bag, brought it to his mouth and took a bite.
The salt taste is a bit strong, but not unpalatable.
Jian Ruochen felt that it was bland, but he was still overwhelmed by the aroma of the sizzling chicken legs, "It's this unclean smell."
That’s great, he wouldn’t mind if it was a little bit clean.
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and looked at Jian Ruochen who was immersed in the food. His nose smelled a hint of lemon and grapefruit from the mixed smell of oil and salt.
At this time, Jian Ruochen was not acting. He took off the outer shell that he wore when interacting with others, revealing a hint of truth.
Guan Yingjun is a person who is obsessed with "truth".
"Jian Ruochen." He took a sip of wine.
"Hmm?" Jian Ruochen threw the bones he had eaten into the plastic bag and turned his head to look at Guan Yingjun.
Guan Yingjun's eyes swept over the silver-white hair ends fluttering in the sea breeze. Jian Ruochen was extremely vivid, and his acting seemed real and fake, like a puzzle, making it difficult to figure out which one was real.
He wanted to see the most literal and true face of the puzzle.
Jian Ruochen didn't wait for Guan Yingjun to speak, and asked instead: "Sir Guan, tell me about being an undercover agent. How did you sneak into the enemy camp? Did you sell grilled sausages at the door of the enemy camp?"
Guan Yingjun: …
How do you think of grilled sausage?
"As an accountant. When I go undercover in a group, the person closest to the boss is not the second-in-command, but the accountant. All the group's money passes through me, so it's easy to check anything."
Jian Ruochen was very sweet when he was happy, "No wonder Group A is the richest."
Guan Yingjun smiled, "I have many informants and I am well-informed."
Jian Ruochen didn't understand.
Guan Yingjun said: "My next words are not to test you."
He was really scared of Jian Ruochen. He was afraid that Jian Ruochen would get angry, and he was also afraid that Jian Ruochen would quit and run off to partner with someone else.
Group A cannot be without Jian Ruochen.
Guan Yingjun considered his tone, "I heard that you used to like Lu Qian very much and had a close relationship with him."
He couldn't imagine what it would be like if Jian Ruochen liked someone, "We in West Kowloon have wanted to eradicate the Lu family's power for a long time. You have been in contact with him for a long time. Do you have any exclusive information?"
Jian Ruochen chewed on a kebab and said vaguely, "No. The Lu family is big and strong, so we won't easily leave any handle for others."
but……
"Lu Qian must be feeling annoyed recently."
Guan Yingjun looked over and asked, "What's going on?"
"Haven't you always wondered why the media would hype up the fake news that Jiang Mingshan spent money to suppress the news?" Jian Ruochen leaned over and whispered, "I did it."
The hot air blew into the cochlea, Guan Yingjun looked at him in surprise, and his heart beat heavily.
Did Jian Ruochen just... reveal something?
Jian Ruochen drank some wine, his cheeks flushed, his eyes a little blurry, but his tone was clear, "Didn't Lu Qian also spend money to suppress the news? I sent people to collect the money."
Guan Yingjun: “…”
Did Jian Ruochen really like Lu Qian before?
Was his informant wrong?
It’s okay to make mistakes.
Guan Yingjun was stunned for a moment. Why would it be okay if something went wrong?
Before he could react, Jian Ruochen said, "Now, the Platinum Club has also been investigated, and Tianquan will also have to deal with the investigation and operate legally for a period of time. Lu Qian will lose a lot of money!"
Jian Ruochen felt dizzy and thought that she was a little drunk.
Can beer make people drunk?
He frowned and found that things were not simple.
I lifted the bottle and saw that it was from Denmark, strong beer, 330 ml, and 23% alcohol.
It's the Beer Assassin!
It’s much stronger than wine, and he even drank a bottle!
Jian Ruochen couldn't lift it anymore, so he poked the bottle onto the beach, turned to look at Guan Yingjun, but didn't open his mouth yet.
Guan Yingjun said: "You stole it yourself."
Jian Ruochen snorted, "It's not your fault."
He paused, and then continued, "After Lu Qian lost money and couldn't make ends meet, he would definitely go looking for more money. What do you think he would do?"
Guan Yingjun found the drunk Jian Ruochen very interesting.
He is real and honest, with the youthful vigor and ambition of a teenager, and when he speaks he has a smug expression that says 'you didn't expect that, did you?'
Guan Yingjun watched, unconsciously smiling, "He would open the Hong Kong Law Code and randomly choose a method that would make money quickly. For example, robbery."
Jian Ruochen nodded, "That's right!"
"You have to keep a close eye on him." Jian Ruochen was so sleepy that his words became slurred. He put the unfinished skewers in a plastic bag and scattered them all over the place. "Keep a close eye on him. We'll catch him in the act!"
He lay on his back, his lower body slid out onto the beach, his upper body lying on Guan Yingjun's windbreaker, his voice getting lower and lower, "If we can't catch him, we'll chop off his left and right arms, make him lose all his money, and finally send him to the police station... in exchange for merit."
Guan Yingjun could no longer hear the sound. Looking to the side, Jian Ruochen's lively eyebrows had become silent, with two blushes on his cheeks. His hair spread out on his dark coat, extending like silk threads, with a strand entangled on the button.
Jian Ruochen seems to be particularly fond of achievements and merits, and no one knows where this complex comes from.
When he handed over the medal that day, Jian Ruochen knew that he shouldn't take it, but he still turned it over in his hands for a long time.
Should we use our sincerity to exchange sincerity for sincerity?
Guan Yingjun picked up the bottle of wine that Jian Ruochen had left on the ground, tilted his head back and drank the rest of the bottle, sorted out the garbage and hung it on his wrist, then hesitated for a moment as he looked at the person who was sleeping soundly.
You can't just pick it up directly.
After just a few seconds of hesitation, my personal cell phone rang.
Jian Ruochen twisted his body because of the noise.
Guan Yingjun picked the person up and found his cell phone in his coat pocket.
It’s Zhang Xingzong calling.
As soon as the call was connected, a noisy voice came out of the receiver, "Sir Guan, didn't we snatch the lucrative job from Group Z? Group Z is not convinced and has filed a complaint with Superintendent Feng!"
"Inspector Feng, you know that he doesn't dare to control you, and he has reported the case to the senior inspector. Madam Lin called you back for a talk... What should you do? The duck in your hand will not fly away, right?"
"It's hard to say." Guan Yingjun wrapped Jian Ruochen in his coat, pulled him up, and held him by the waist, saying, "Don't panic, I'll go back to the police station right away."
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