Chapter 197 They Love Each Other Without Being Aware of Others
2001, early autumn, Sunday noon.
At the entrance of Li Jin International Hilltop Villa.
Liu Min'en, the new director of the Fire Department who had been in office for only a year, parked his car outside the garden with the trunk filled with prepared gifts.
Liu Min'en's assistant said, "This garden is so big, if we don't drive in, do we have to walk there?"
"How can I show my sincerity while driving?" Liu Min'en's forehead was covered with sweat.
The newly developed land in Kowloon Walled City has become a park, surrounded by the newly built Industrial and Commercial Center, the Aviation Club, the ferry terminal and the Pacific Trade Center.
Yesterday, a fire broke out during the construction of the Xinmao shopping mall developed by the Fang family in Pacific Center. The fire department initiated rescue operations immediately, but the fire escape of Xinmao Mall had not yet been completed and the fire was extremely fierce, which prevented the rescue operation from going smoothly. 50 migrant workers and their families were trapped.
Three hours after the fire was reported and extinguished, the Xinmao Building suddenly exploded, resulting in one firefighter being seriously injured and four migrant workers being killed.
The fire was completely extinguished this morning.
The Crime Squad of the West Kowloon Regional Police Station arrived at the scene at 8am this morning and confirmed at 9am that the fire was probably caused by construction violations, substandard firefighting and human error.
The cause of the explosion is under investigation.
Liu Min'en was extremely annoyed. It was all Mrs. Fang's fault. She insisted on building the fire escape and the building at the same time to speed up the construction.
Now, if he can’t deal with Jian Ruochen, he’s done.
No matter how humble he has to be today, it will be enough as long as Jian Ruochen agrees to protect him.
This is not a big case. Whether he can continue to be the director of the Fire Department depends on Jian Ruochen's attitude.
Liu Min'en took a deep breath, picked up the gift and walked to the door. Before he opened his mouth, he met the eyes of Luo Binwen, who was walking and watering the flowers with a kettle.
Luo Binwen was startled, and handed the half-empty kettle to the gardener, "Who are you?"
Liu Min'en smiled and said, "I am Liu Min'en, Director of the Fire Department, and I am here to visit Director Jian."
Luo Binwen glanced at the large and small bags in Liu Minen and his assistant's hands and said, "My young master doesn't accept gifts."
He really felt strange.
Does the Conant family look like they're short of some ginseng and deer antlers?
"Please go back." Luo Binwen said and was about to leave.
Liu Minen hurriedly tried to stop him, "Can we meet?"
"He's not up yet."
Liu Min En had to put down the gift and wiped his sweat, "No?"
The sun was shining brightly at the garden gate. It was noon. Jian Ruochen was so dedicated, how could he not have gotten up yet?
Is this not an excuse for not wanting to see him?
"Today is Sunday, and it's my young master's rest time. Please go back." Luo Binwen smiled and instructed the bodyguards politely, "Alvin, send the guest away."
A man in black, almost blending in with the garden gatepost, turned the corner.
He was wearing sunglasses, so his expression couldn't be seen clearly, and his muscles were bulging, almost bursting through his suit.
Alvin said, "Please."
Liu Min'en glanced at the bodyguard's muscular body and sandbag-sized fists. Even though he was unwilling, he could only turn around and leave.
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Meanwhile, the master bedroom.
Jian Ruochen put one leg on Guan Yingjun and one arm hung around his neck.
He was not well-behaved when he slept, and the quilt was kicked off. His pajamas were rubbed against his chest, revealing his sunken belly and slightly protruding ribs when he lay on his back. His torso was covered with little red plum blossoms that were sucked out, which were redder than the two flowers on the two tips under his collar.
Guan Yingjun, with sleepy eyes, instinctively reached to his side and placed his palm on the fair and slightly cool belly. Then he habitually turned over and held the person in his arms, skillfully pulling the quilt over to wrap the person up.
Jian Ruochen felt too hot and wanted to kick him, but as soon as he raised his legs, his lower abdomen began to tremble, and he felt dizzy, his feet ached, and his waist was sore.
He had no choice but to put his legs down, squinting his eyes and saying in a hoarse voice: "Isn't it just a casual question of what gift you want when you turn 36?"
Guan Yingjun held Jian Ruochen with one hand, warming his lower back, and pressed down with a moderate force, "That's not what you said when you were lying on top of me."
Jian Ruochen said: [Time flies so fast. In four years we can retire early. The director can only serve for a maximum of eight years. By the time I retire, you will be 40. When we go sightseeing, we don’t have to worry about oversleeping in the hotel, and I won’t be unable to walk.
By the way, what birthday present do you want? 】
"You think I'm too old." Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and said, his voice mixed with some grievances that only Jian Ruochen could detect. "I could have endured it at first, but then you acted out the scene of Consultant Jian bribing Inspector Guan. You called me Inspector Guan, and I couldn't help it."
Jian Ruochen suspected that Guan Yingjun was flirting with him again, so he slapped him hard on the chest: "Who asked you!"
The two have been together for ten years. He particularly likes new things and excitement, so he always plays out little scripts in the room.
For example, consultant Jian was harassed by his boss when he first started working, and he bribed Inspector Guan in the office but was scolded instead.
Guan Yingjun cooperated very seriously every time, and would even add extra scenes temporarily, looking like he was enjoying it.
But Jian Ruochen felt that this man was just letting his ego get the better of him yesterday, and was taking revenge on his personal grudge.
He didn't want to stay in bed, lest there be another accidental discharge, so he sat up and said, "Let's go have lunch. The English chef made roast pork today."
In order to avoid being deported back to his country, the British chef completely bowed down to the Chinese chef and has now become a Chinese food god.
She can do everything, including stirring the wok, thickening the dish, and frying sugar color.
Some time ago, I participated in a Chinese food competition in the mainland and won a bronze medal.
"Eat less spicy food. The doctor said you've been eating more spicy food recently, and your eyes are more sensitive to light than the last time you checked them." Guan Yingjun gave vague instructions while washing.
When they went downstairs to eat, they learned that the Director of the Fire Department, Liu Minen, had come to visit them regarding the explosion at the Xinmao Shopping Mall.
Jian Ruochen put down the goose leg and frowned, "It was still a big fire in the morning, why did it explode later?"
Guan Yingjun put down his chopsticks and wiped his hands, then turned around to get his laptop, "Let me take a look."
He sat sideways on the coffee table, opened his laptop and read emails from informants and subordinates.
Jian Ruochen turned on the TV and tuned to the STN midday news channel.
As a news channel directly supervised by Jian Ruochen, STN’s authority was once comparable to that of official Hong Kong news.
Among them, "Voice of Hong Kong Police" is a project in cooperation with the Public Relations Branch of the Police Force, and is broadcast on time at 12 noon every day.
It details the interim findings of the West Kowloon Crime Unit on the Xinmao Shopping Mall fire - the fire may have been caused by construction violations, substandard fire protection and human error.
Amid the news broadcast, Guan Yingjun said, "Huang Youquan sent a message saying that during the construction of Xinmao Mall, trucks loaded with liquids often came in and out. It is suspected that someone was hoarding prohibited items."
As he spoke, he held the notebook in front of Jian Ruochen and clicked on a photo, "This is the photo Huang Youquan took when he sneaked into the scene as soon as the fire was put out."
On the screen, a pool of burnt black and sticky liquid reflected slightly in the camera lens, and inside it there were some white plastic barrels that had not been burned cleanly.
Jian Ruochen frowned as he flipped through the photos, then leaned back in his chair in silence, "If it was just a simple fire at the construction site that was not handled properly, then the people who came to me should be from the Kowloon Fire Department. It would not be Liu Minen's turn anyway."
"He came in such a hurry, which means this case is related to him and he has a need."
Jian Ruochen fell silent after he finished speaking. He picked up the goose leg and ate the leg cramp. After chewing for a while, he asked Luo Binwen: "The building in Xinmao was bought by the Fang family, right?"
"Yes, sir."
"Last year, before Liu Min'en came to power, did he marry Fang Zhiwen?" Jian Ruochen remembered every person he had met and knew all the relationships in the entire political circle.
"Yes." Luo Binwen whispered, "We were invited to the wedding banquet, but we didn't go."
"I see." Jian Ruochen suddenly realized, "Before the construction of Xinmao Mall began, a fire safety certificate had to be obtained. If the fire department really conducted routine inspections at fixed times and locations, they would not issue a certificate to a construction site that did not have fire protection facilities in place. This means that the Fang family and Liu Minen forged the fire safety certificate."
So Liu Min'en would bring gifts to the door on the day of the accident.
His appeal is for the Police Force to suppress West Kowloon's doubts about the fire safety certificate.
"The results of the test in West Kowloon show that the illegally stored liquid is ether." Guan Yingjun took a glance at the report just sent by the fax machine and said, "Such a large amount..."
Ether is a drug that was used as an anesthetic a long time ago, but it has certain toxicity and is no longer used clinically.
Excessive injection of ether can cause central nervous system disorders and hallucinations.
It is also a laboratory solvent that can dissolve animal fats, resins, etc.
In the new anti-drug bill, ethyl ether is also a banned drug. Those who illegally produce and sell ethyl ether will be sentenced to three or seven years in prison.
"So the explosion should also be caused by ether. The supervisor concealed the existence of ether from the police." Jian Ruochen picked up the goose leg again, "Tell Lin Yazhi the direction of the investigation. This case is not difficult. The breakthrough point lies with the supervisor. A thorough trial will be enough."
He gnawed and mumbled, "The money earned from this little bit of ether is not enough for the Fang family to take risks, and the workers don't have any channels to get it, so they don't have the conditions to commit crimes. The supervisor is different, he has great power, knows a lot of information, and doesn't earn much, so he will be short of money."
The suspect was identified while chatting and laughing.
Guan Yingjun curved his lips and said, "No need to call, I'll send a message."
Jian Ruochen let out an "Oh", and while Guan Yingjun went back to his computer to send a message, he tore off the wings of the roast goose and ate them, and threw the bones into the cook's slag tray to destroy the evidence and put the blame on someone else.
The operation was so smooth that the British chef was stunned.
He has diabetes and is under the supervision of the housekeeper. After taking the young master's bones, he can no longer eat!
Just as he was about to return the body to Jian Ruochen, Luo Binwen came out pushing a cart with soup and asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?"
The British cook hesitated for a long time, and finally slowly retracted his hand to put the bone. Between exposing the boss and swallowing his anger, he chose to sing in plastic Chinese: "Imperialism is running away with its tail between its legs~"
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The West Kowloon Regional Police Station is now very famous and its crime-solving speed is far ahead of other regional police stations.
With the investigation direction sent by Guan Yingjun and Jian Ruochen's analysis, the supervisor was quickly arrested.
Before the case is settled.
When Liu Min'en passed Jian Ruochen in the parking lot of the police department, he saw him speaking calmly and majestically, "Save some dignity for yourself and remember to resign."
Liu Min'en turned around in horror, only to see Jian Ruochen walking to the commercial vehicle with license plate number 1. Guan Yingjun was standing there, opening the door for him.
Jian Ruochen chuckled as he sat down.
Liu Min'en suddenly felt like he had fallen into hell.
He was still finished.
What this means is that one can either be punished on the job or resign to preserve one's reputation and be investigated quietly.
Jian Ruochen gave him face, but the law was not merciful and there was no room for maneuver when it came to issuing certificates in violation of regulations!
End of September 2001.
Fire Services Department Director Liu Min-en resigns.
Deputy Director Xiao Huarong came to the stage.
Jian Ruochen's integrity has influenced the entire police force.
When he was in office, the welfare benefits of the Police Force were extremely good, and everyone jokingly called him "the boss who worked at his own expense."
From time to time, the God of Wealth has to give out money. After everyone gets the benefits, how can they still be interested in the little things given by others?
What kind of bribe is that? It's not even as much as the salary.
Fuck hard!
In 2005, there were no more drug traffickers wreaking havoc in Hong Kong, and not many drug shipments were even stopped at customs.
The largest batch was caused by the drug lord sending the wrong goods, and the goods that were intended for the Philippines were sent to Hong Kong.
The thug was a Filipino and eventually died in the Hong Kong execution ground.
Since then, even the goods that were delivered by mistake have disappeared.
On July 1, 2005, Kan Ruochen, who had been re-elected for eight years, officially stepped down as Commissioner of Police.
He resigned quietly, without even having a farewell dinner. He packed his luggage with Guan Yingjun overnight and boarded a plane to the mainland as if to elope.
It took only two days to reach Liao Province.
As soon as I got off the plane and took a taxi into the city, I caught up with the Northeast Market.
After getting off the car, Jian Ruochen, with her platinum-blond hair waving in the wind, pointed at a basket of black and red spicy noodles and said, "That's brown sugar gluten. Buy five yuan and try it."
Guan Yingjun was wearing a loose shirt, which was blown up by the wind. He had a good bone structure and the years had left almost no trace on his face, only a more mature charm.
The man glanced at Jian Ruochen and said, "I can smell it."
Jian Ruochen sneered.
I haven't been on the scene for a long time, and I forgot that Guan Yingjun has a dog nose.
The vendors at the market are shouting: "Northeastern rice dumplings! They are so fragrant and big!"
"Look at the fried meat, it's so fragrant and crispy!"
"Northeastern spicy hotpot! Sticky spicy hotpot!"
Guan Yingjun held Jian Ruochen's hand tightly, fearing that he would run away if he let go.
He finally understood why Jian Ruochen liked spicy food so much even though he was born in Guangdong Province in his previous life. Almost all the dishes here were spicy.
"Frozen pears, they weren't available in the summer before. Now that we have refrigerators, we should try some in the summer. Are you two gentlemen not from here?"
Guan Yingjun spoke Mandarin a little awkwardly, "No."
"Oh, then you must try the pears here!" The old lady said happily. She wore a headscarf and her eyes moved between the two of them.
Jian Ruochen's hair had only been cut twice, and later it grew longer and was now draped behind her.
Deadly handsome.
"Do you want it, bro?"
Jian Ruochen hadn't heard anyone call him that in a long time, so he smiled softly, "Go ahead."
The old lady hurriedly picked one out and said, "It's hot now, you can probably eat it right after you get home. Remember to rinse it with cold water."
"Buy two." Guan Yingjun said, "The pears cannot be divided."
The old lady didn't expect the two men to be so particular about this. "You two have such a good relationship, even brothers can't be as close as you two."
Jian Ruochen's ears felt hot, and he forced himself to remain calm and said "hmm", then hung the frozen pear handed to him by the proprietress on Guan Yingjun's wrist.
Then, bags of crispy pork, stinky tofu, smoked meat, Chinese sausages, and spicy strips were hung on his hands one by one.
The crispy meat tasted delicious when it was hot. Jian Ruochen tasted it and poked it up to feed it to Guan Yingjun, "How is it?"
Guan Yingjun took a bite and tasted it for three seconds: "This stall hasn't had its oil changed in seven days. It's not clean."
Jian Ruochen stuffed the crispy meat that Guan Yingjun had taken a bite of into his mouth without any disdain, his cheeks puffed up, "This is the taste, you don't understand."
Only old oil is fragrant.
Guan Yingjun looked at him, chuckled, went to a roadside shop and bought a bottle of iced orange juice, pried open the bottle cap and fed it to Jian Ruochen, "Your voice is hoarse."
Jian Ruochen lowered his head and took a sip, then hissed, "I've been with you for so long that my taste has become bland."
The two did not hide their relationship at all and behaved very intimately. The Northeast is 18,000 miles away from Hong Kong, and Hong Kong's television stations are different from those of the three northeastern provinces.
Even if someone sees you kissing in an alley, it's no big deal.
Jian Ruochen, holding a bag of snacks in one hand, looked up fearlessly and let Guan Yingjun wipe his mouth with a towel. He saw a photo studio beside him out of the corner of his eye and was suddenly stunned.
In the display frame at the entrance of the photo studio was a wedding photo used to attract customers. The bride was wearing a pink gauze dress, hugging the groom's neck, and smiling brightly.
Look at the name of the photo studio again, "Golden Jade Marriage Photo Studio"
Jian Ruo looked at it steadily for a while and then turned her head, only to find that Guan Yingjun's eyes were also on the window.
Guan Yingjun said: "We haven't taken wedding photos yet."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Ruochen placed a kiss on the corner of his lips, and his eyes widened slightly.
Guan Yingjun has always been very introverted. Even if he kisses outside, he will find a place where there is no one.
This was the first time he did this in public.
He suppressed the heat in his heart, deliberately turned his head to look the other way, and imitated Guan Yingjun's pretending to be stupid and said: "I don't understand."
Guan Yingjun held his hand and said, "I want to take wedding photos with you."
Jian Ruochen's Adam's apple rolled.
Guan Yingjun is most effective at bewitching people when he speaks the truth.
"I didn't bring a suit."
Guan Yingjun said: "You don't have to wear a suit."
Jian Ruochen suddenly felt very hot. It seemed as if the man in front of her had a fire inside that always made her feel warm all over.
He nodded and said, "Then shoot."
Guan Yingjun pulled him and pushed open the door of the photo studio.
jingle--
The bell hanging on the door rang.
The two explained their purpose and followed the proprietress to the scenic area at the back.
This small courtyard is particularly small. Behind the round arch is a fake pear tree, which looks very lush and green.
Jian Ruochen thought about it and felt that it would be meaningless to shoot without any props, so she pulled out a veil from the prop box and shook it, "You wear it or I wear it?"
Guan Yingjun's heart skipped a beat.
He took the veil and spread it over Jian Ruochen's hair. The white veil framed his beloved's face, making his amber golden eyes appear hazy, clear and beautiful.
Just when Jian Ruochen thought he was going to lift a corner of the veil, Guan Yingjun lifted the veil and leaned in.
The veil enclosed both of them.
Guan Yingjun held his face, lowered his head, closed his eyes, and kissed him almost devoutly.
The shutter sound was heard.
Jian Ruochen looked up at Guan Yingjun, hooked one hand around the man's neck, and closed his eyes.
The breeze blew up her veil.
They loved each other without paying attention to anyone else.
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