Chapter 32 Guan Yingjun, do you want to be a daddy?
In the office.
"You're too strong. I won't do it anymore." Jian Ruochen twitched his wrist.
No twitching.
Guan Yingjun tightly grasped the man's wrist to prevent him from escaping. "Didn't you say last night that it didn't hurt?"
Jian Ruochen's eyes were wet, but men don't shed tears easily!
He held his breath, gritted his teeth and said, "This kind of pain will only come back the next day."
Outside the door, Chen Jin retracted his hand that was about to open the door.
The patrolman was a little embarrassed and the two looked at each other.
In the police station, office romances are not uncommon. A senior inspector from the ICAC (Independent Commission Against Corruption) who is very good at catching corrupt officials once proposed to Superintendent Lam Ya-chi.
But when men do this to other men, it’s still a bit…
How to do this?
The patrolman leaned close to Chen Jincai's ear and whispered, "What should we do, Mr. Chen? How about you deal with the reporters?"
Chen Jincai whispered: "Do you think I am qualified?"
Those reporters were obviously coming for Jian Ruochen.
If Jian Ruochen was not there, Guan Yingjun should be the one to deal with the reporters.
Chen Jincai coughed loudly and reminded, "Mr. Guan, are you there?" He knocked on the door and said, "It's urgent."
Guan Yingjun said: "Come in."
Chen Jincai:?
Is it over so soon?
He pressed the doorknob and pushed the door open. Before he even entered, he smelled a strong odor of medicinal oil, which made him fall backwards.
Chen Jincai's mind stopped working.
He glanced at Jian Ruochen, whose arm was bruised and purple, and suddenly realized: "Are you applying safflower oil?"
Jian Ruo uttered a dull "hmm".
Chen Jincai: …
Alas, it’s all because of his filthy thoughts.
Guan Yingjun is almost married to the case, how could he possibly be dating?
Chen Jincai's back suddenly relaxed, and he said with a smile, "A bunch of reporters are coming downstairs."
The patrolman came in and repeated what he had just said to Chen Jincai.
Guan Yingjun's office was silent.
The reason for this riot is extremely stupid and reveals a shrewd and petty attitude.
Jian Ruo was silent for a while, then smiled softly, "Moral kidnapping?"
Guan Yingjun was stunned.
This word is very appropriate.
He frowned and wiped his fingers, which were stained with safflower oil, with a handkerchief. He said to the patrolman, "Charge them with the name of rioting and chase them away."
The patrolman hesitated, "But this way... they might write nonsense."
The credibility of the police station has just improved a bit recently, and the people in the station really want to maintain this credibility and don’t want to make a big deal out of anything that happens.
Those reporters are shouting so hard, it's obvious that they have been paid, maybe they are just waiting to be driven away, and then they will write nonsense.
After the incident became a big deal, the higher-ups would definitely put pressure on Jian Ruochen to make him donate some blood to calm things down.
There are no stupid people in the police department, and everyone knows it.
Now it depends on how Jian Ruochen handles it.
Guan Yingjun let out a breath.
This vicious drama is ignorant but effective.
Jian Ruochen was weak and could not meet the blood donation standards.
what to do?
Jian Ruochen walked to the blinds, parted the slats and looked down.
More and more people are gathering in front of the West Kowloon Police Station.
Blood donation, the word is too explicit.
You can tell at first glance that it was Jiang Hanyu who did it.
The fake brother can't pretend anymore and is ready to break off relations with him?
"I'll go down for a while." Jian Ruochen put down his sleeves that were folded up because of applying the medicine oil, "Can you tell me about what happened yesterday?"
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, "Just don't tell anyone about the lunch box."
"I know." Jian Ruochen put on a brand new down jacket, walked to Chen Jincai, and passed by him sideways.
His fingers slid into Mr. Chen's open pocket and touched the recorder inside.
He took it out and shook it. "Did you copy the stuff in here? I need it."
Chen Jincai suddenly realized and touched his pocket, "Oh? Oh."
It’s really amazing that the consultant of Group A has this skill?
Anyway, this recorder has to be returned, so just take it.
Guan Yingjun was a little worried, and stood at the office window with a sullen face, looking downstairs.
·
The glass door downstairs of the police station was pushed open, and Jian Ruochen walked out slowly.
The reporters were silent for a moment.
Jian Ruochen is actually in the police station?
When Jiang Hanyu gave the money, he spoke confidently, saying that Jian Ruochen didn't dare to show up, and that they could just go to the police station and drive them away, and there was no need to turn on the camera to interview anyone.
Now the police did not come to chase people away, but Jian Ruochen came in person.
what to do?
A reporter came up to the camera and asked, "Brother, shall we start the interview?"
Cameraman: "Are you looking for death? Jiang Mingshan is still in the detention center awaiting sentencing. Have you forgotten who was behind the ferry robbery?"
Now public opinion is on the side of the police.
One of the illegal Hong Kong businessmen has fallen, and the public is trusting and liking the West Kowloon Police Station the most.
Everyone is criticizing the Jiang family. Whoever writes about the police station's faults at this time is a sinner of society and a running dog of capital.
The situation has been sensitive in recent years. If things go wrong, TV stations and newspapers may go bankrupt.
Jian Ruochen stood in front of a dozen reporters and smiled, "I'm here, but you guys are quiet?"
He reached out to straighten the cameraman's tilted camera and smiled, "It's not on? It's just thunder but no rain?"
The cameraman laughed awkwardly.
The people who hired them didn't pay for the rain either...
"Jiang Hanyu gave you money to cause trouble? You have only been in the industry for a few years, but you have forgotten what the most important thing in journalism is?" Jian Ruochen tilted his head and smiled at the reporters.
The smile was extremely bright, but the eyes were cold and clear, which gave this face, which was almost enchantingly beautiful, a dangerous hue.
Jian Ruochen said softly, "Do you know what crime it is to cause trouble in front of the police station for money?"
These words hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.
A young reporter asked tremblingly: "What crime?"
"Gathering a crowd to cause trouble and disrupting social order shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than five years." Jian Ruochen said, and signaled the cameraman, "Come on, turn on the camera."
I dare not turn on the camera.
He came here to make money, not to go to jail.
He wanted to kneel down and apologize immediately, then go back and throw the money he received in Jiang Hanyu's face.
Everyone was trembling with fear, unsure of Jian Ruochen's thoughts.
Is this intended to make them more guilty on the spot, or is it a deterrent?
It can't be a literal startup, right?
Jian Ruochen: "Are you scared now? What were you doing before? Didn't you want money? I'll teach you how to make money."
He frowned and ordered, "Turn on the machine!"
The cameraman's hand shook.
He was so scared of going to jail.
I dare not open it, but I dare not not open it.
He was trembling and dizzy in the dilemma, and finally turned on the machine under Jian Ruochen's cold gaze.
Jian Ruochen glanced at the media vehicle with its door open and the reporters holding microphones.
The two teams moved quickly and connected all the wires and electricity, fearing that they would be caught by the police if they were slow.
The reporter came down fully armed with a microphone in hand and forced a professional smile. "We are now in front of the Crime Squad of the West Kowloon Regional Police Station. We are lucky enough to meet the new consultant who is an intern at the Crime Squad. Let us interview him."
He used his years of professional instinct to utter a few words, and then stood there awkwardly.
The reporter cursed Jiang Hanyu in his heart, asking them to go to jail for five years for just 5,000 yuan.
What a dark heart!
Jian Ruochen smiled at the camera and reached out to take the reporter's microphone.
reporter:?
Jian Ruo said in a calm voice, "Before he was taken to the detention center, Jiang Mingshan, the murderer of the ferry robbery, said that if he was acquitted, he would hand over his property to me as an inheritance."
"He also claimed that I was actually his child and that he was dissatisfied with the distribution of property, so he forced him to admit that there was no blood relationship between us at the banquet and put him in jail."
The reporter was immediately sweating profusely.
Are you going to clarify such explosive information right away?
The cameraman's legs went weak and he almost sat down on the ground.
Can I respond to this casually?
Usually we have to hold a press conference, right?
They were in a bit of a trance.
Their little TV station...isn't the ratings going to explode?
Jian Ruochen stared straight at the camera with sharp eyes, "This kind of inducement is very shameful."
"I hope that no individual or force will use money as capital to try to bribe the police and the court. The West Kowloon Crime Unit speaks with facts. Justice and truth will never be shaken by a few billion."
The tuner sitting in the media car was a little fuzzy.
Just... a few billion...
This is called Ququ?
Jian Ruochen wanted to put the court on the moral high ground and roast it with fire.
Now the court can’t even give Jiang Mingshan a light sentence!
Jiang Hanyu is not just shooting himself in the foot.
This is like shooting your own father in the foot.
Jian Ruochen took out a recorder and said, "As for Mr. Jiang Mingshan's sudden claim that we are biological father and son, I have no comment on this, but at that time Jiang Mingshan personally admitted that I was not his biological son. I think the conversation between us was very peaceful and there was no sign of coercion."
He replayed the recording of Jiang Hanyu's banquet into the microphone.
Clear conversation came through the microphone, much clearer than the second-hand recordings that reporters had obtained and disseminated.
Every sentence here contains a person's name, and there are even voices of onlookers cheering below, so there is absolutely no way it can be fake.
In the recording——
Jian Ruochen: "Mr. Jiang Mingshan, my mother ran away from home and came to Hong Kong to give birth to me. Although I really don't know who my biological father is, it shouldn't be you. After all, we don't look alike. Today, can you clarify it here?"
Jiang Mingshan: "Mr. Jian Ruochen...I am indeed not related to him by blood."
After Jian Ruochen finished playing the recording, he guided the reporter to ask, "When you encounter something like this, what is your first reaction?"
The reporter asked tremblingly: "Haven't you done a paternity test?"
Jian Ruochen raised his lips, "No."
Of course he did, Jiang Mingshan did it, but he didn’t want to admit it, so he burned the appraisal certificate.
"But now it's not impossible to do a paternity test."
Jian Ruochen's eyes curved, and he said frankly, "I heard that Jiang Hanyu, the only son of the Jiang family, has a rare blood disease and needs continuous blood transfusions to survive. I can do a paternity test with Mr. Jiang Mingshan and Mr. Jiang Hanyu respectively."
Some reporters nearby could not stand any longer and sat down to the side with weak legs, not caring about getting their clothes dirty.
Jian Ruochen actually took advantage of the situation and used them to clarify what Jiang Mingshan said when he was transferred to the court, forcing the court to make a severe ruling! Those who come to interview will definitely be hated by Jiang Hanyu.
This is forcing them to offend the Jiang family and forcing them to take sides!
The boy's voice was soft and his smile was as gentle as spring breeze, but it made people extremely frightened.
That kind of cleverness and careful planning is enough to frighten people to the point of making their heads tingle.
Now he actually brought up the issue of blood again! Do you still want to take the initiative to do a paternity test?
What does he mean?
The recording was filled with people's names. Could it be that Jian Ruochen was already preparing to deal with today's situation when he was recording?
·
On the upper floor of the West Kowloon Regional Police Station, a group of people gathered in the office of Group A of the Serious Crime Squad. They were all Group C police officers who were leaning on the windows and watching.
The news TV of Group A was on, and Jian Ruochen's face was on it.
They had no time to marvel at Jian Ruochen's ingenious layout, they just felt distressed.
"No wonder that little jerk from the Jiang family wanted to make trouble and ask Jian Ruochen to donate blood. It turns out that he needed it himself!"
"What does Jian Ruochen mean by this? Does he really want to offer it?"
"There are no good people in the Jiang family. The old man is dying, so forget it. But the young man is capable of such a thing as looking for trouble. He is not a good person either."
"Can Jian Ruochen not even be able to tell the difference?"
"Is he doing this for the reputation of West Kowloon..."
"Then we are nothing, needing a 19-year-old non-staff member like him to protect us."
Someone turned around to look at Guan Yingjun, glancing at his clenched fists.
On TV, Jian Ruochen stared at the screen, as if he knew there must be someone over there who wanted to listen to him.
Jian Ruochen: "If I have no blood relationship with Jiang Mingshan and Mr. Jiang Hanyu, then I am willing to match my blood with Mr. Jiang Hanyu."
As he spoke, a smile of unknown meaning appeared on the corner of his lips, "If Mr. Jiang and I are really brothers... I'm afraid we have to find other blood sources."
Jian Ruochen said word by word: "Because under normal circumstances, brothers cannot transfuse blood to each other, which may increase the risk of transfusion-related graft-versus-host disease."
·
Jiangting Mansion.
Jiang Hanyu looked at the face on TV, clenched his teeth tightly, and tasted the blood spreading in his mouth.
Jian Ruochen is so cruel!
He first got the reporter to change sides, then clarified the blood relationship, and then brought up the issue of blood donation.
I know for sure that he doesn't dare to do the paternity test for three people!
Once this identification is done, the fact that he is the adopted son of the Jiang family will be exposed to the people of Hong Kong!
At that time, the inheritance rights he had just obtained would be given away because of 40 blood.
Would Lu Qian, who is now in prison, want an adopted son who has no inheritance rights?
Jiang Hanyu was not sure.
Jian Ruochen is forcing him to make a choice!
Jiang Hanyu threw the book in his hand at the TV. His eyes went dark and he gasped, clutching the armrest of the sofa tightly.
The taste of blood in my mouth became stronger.
Although this move he made was a hasty and bad one, it was effective. If Jian Ruochen wanted to resolve the situation, the best way was to donate blood to settle the matter peacefully.
I didn't expect that he could fight back to this extent.
what to do?
What now?
Jiang Hanyu's mind went blank.
He thought of Jian Ruochen's fixed eyes, shuddered, and looked up at the screen.
On TV, Jian Ruochen said: "It's not easy for reporters to make this trip. It's meaningless to just talk about old things."
Beside him, an elderly line debugger took out a bottle of antihypertensive drugs, shook out a pill, chewed it dry and swallowed it.
Ah...it doesn't feel like enough.
More please.
He poured another one.
Jian Ruochen: "Yesterday, the 1892 bar on West Kowloon Bar Street was closed down, and many drug addicts and drug dealers were caught inside."
Jiang Hanyu listened and suddenly had a bad feeling.
1892? Isn’t that Lu Qian’s territory?
Jian Ruochen continued, "This bar is an extremely important profit point for Lu's company. I don't know if Mr. Lu knows that the bar is so chaotic, nor do I know if Mr. Lu is deliberately condoning drug trafficking to support drug use. You can go and ask him."
He clapped his hands and smiled. "CIB doesn't like to be interviewed by reporters. If you hadn't asked me why I didn't donate blood today, I wouldn't know how to tell you this good news~"
Jiang Hanyu could no longer hold on, his eyes went dark, and he fell on the sofa.
Jian Ruochen is actually trying to sow discord!
After saying this, Lu Qian must have thought that he was the one who sent the reporter.
1892 was under investigation, and Lu Qian was already in a state of panic. Now, because of what he had done, he had to deal with the media in public...
Jiang Hanyu tilted his head slightly and saw Jian Ruochen's face on TV. The blurry double image made the face turn into a terrifying ghost.
·
Jian Ruochen smiled and repeated what he had said before as a closing remark, "We at West Kowloon will not accept any individual or force using money as capital to shake justice and the truth. I hope that journalists will also stick to their original intentions."
Upstairs, the police officers from Group C of the Serious Crime Squad were excited when they heard this.
He patted the windowsill and said, "That's so cool, that's so cool."
Someone with a loud voice leaned against the windowsill, put his hands to his cheeks like a megaphone and shouted down: "That's right!"
"Haha, there comes a time when we have to step on reporters to do things!"
TV station: ...
Okay, okay, after putting the court under the fire, now it’s time to grill the journalists, right?
OK, OK, OK.
Bake them all, bake them all!
The reporter's voice was weak and his tone was floating. He was sweating all over and asked, "Is it over?"
Jian Ruochen said: "Okay, do you have anything else you want to ask?"
The reporter was about to shake his head.
How dare he ask?
If you look again, you will go to jail. If you breathe one more time, your sentence will be increased.
No, no.
The cameraman turned off the camera.
Jian Ruochen smiled and took out a red envelope, "Everyone is frightened."
He stuffed the red envelope into the cameraman's chest and said, "Here's some change. I'll treat everyone to a celebratory dinner. The ratings will definitely go through the roof today."
The cameraman's eyes were wet.
It was just an interview, but why did I feel like I was walking through the gates of hell?
He watched Jian Ruochen disappear into the police station, reached out and touched the red envelope, was shocked by its thickness, took it out and looked at it, "Wow, so much money."
The young male reporter came over and said, "Isn't it change? How much can it be--"
His voice suddenly stopped, "Ah..."
The cameraman counted, "One hundred and ten thousand."
He suddenly realized something and turned around to count the people. There were exactly 11 people who came to cause trouble. Jian Ruochen gave them 10,000 yuan each and also gave them a huge viewership ratings performance.
What about them?
They almost ruined Jian Ruochen's reputation.
Jian Ruochen's voice rang in my ears again: What is the most important thing in journalism?
The cameraman suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard, "I am such a piece of shit."
"We can't take this money, right?" the reporter whispered. I don't have the face to ask for it...
After discussing it, everyone agreed that they couldn't afford it, so they gave the money to the patrolman on duty nearby and asked him to return it to the serious crime squad, then fled in disgrace.
Although he achieved some results, he had offended Lu Qian and the Jiang family.
From now on, they must stand firmly on the side of the police, otherwise no one in Hong Kong will protect them.
Jian Ruochen climbed to the floor where the serious crime team was located. As soon as he stepped out of the stairwell, he was surrounded by enthusiastic members of Group C.
“So handsome.”
"The public relations department must be jealous that we have someone who is so good at speaking and so good-looking."
Everyone was silent for a moment, then hurriedly closed the door.
What a joke. It's fine if they just fight over it within their group, but what if other departments also come to fight over it?
Chen Jincai asked anxiously, "How could you promise something like that to a reporter? What if Jiang Hanyu really comes to do a paternity test with you?"
Guan Yingjun's thoughts were somewhat scattered.
Jian Ruochen's blood type is rare. If she gets injured accidentally during a mission in the future and bleeds a lot and needs a blood transfusion, what should she do?
Jian Ruochen didn't notice that someone was in a trance, and said meaningfully: "He doesn't dare."
Jiang Hanyu is not Jiang Mingshan’s biological son. He played word games with the reporter. It seems that he is only willing to do two paternity tests at the same time.
Even if Jiang Hanyu had ten times the courage he wouldn't dare to come.
Not only that, Lu Qian might also have conflicts with Jiang Hanyu because of this matter.
These two people only care about their own interests. Lu Qian will like it when Jiang Hanyu does not touch Lu Qian's interests and can bring enough benefits to Lu Qian.
What if it touches?
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Jiangting Mansion.
Lu Qian stood in the garden. For the first time, he did not go upstairs to see Jiang Hanyu immediately.
He looked at the roses grown with money in the garden downstairs of Jiangting Mansion, but thought of the day when he and Jiang Hanyu got engaged, when Guan Yingjun picked a rose and gave it to Jian Ruochen.
There was only one flower, but Jian Ruochen felt like he had found a treasure and was so happy. But then another drug lord told him that Jian Ruochen was an undercover agent sent to West Kowloon.
In the past, Jian Ruochen only liked him, and her love was immature and clumsy, but now she can juggle between different men.
Lu Qian lit a cigarette and took a deep puff.
He used to think Jian Ruochen was stupid, but now he was surprised to find that he was smart.
If you think about it carefully, it is understandable that Jian Ruochen would be satisfied with a relationship that only gave a little response, and would be willing to work undercover for the drug lord in exchange for tens of billions.
He lacks love so much.
A little love will keep him at his beck and call.
Lu Qian lowered his hand and flicked the ash into the flowers.
A hole was burned in the tender and beautiful rose.
Originally...originally he would have been one of them.
Lu Qian raised his head, held the smoke in his lungs, and exhaled towards the window upstairs through which the light from Jiang Hanyu was leaking.
After calling, he laughed.
He doted on Jiang Hanyu so much, what did Jiang Hanyu bring to him?
The smile on Lu Qian's face disappeared.
He threw the cigarette butt into the flowers, turned around and strode into Jiangting Mansion, went straight to the second floor, came to Jiang Hanyu's room, looked at Jiang Hanyu curled up on the sofa, squatted down gently, stared at his tearful face, but smiled, "Are you wronged?"
Jiang Hanyu was stunned and felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong.
He took a breath and said hesitantly, "Hmm..."
Lu Qian sat down in the seat vacated by Jiang Hanyu, reached out to stroke his hair, and his fingertips brushed across his soft earlobe. "You were the one who got in touch with the group of reporters outside the West Kowloon Regional Police Station, right?"
Jiang Hanyu felt the slightly cool finger, like a snake's tongue.
He shrank back for a moment, then gently put his face on Lu Qian's thigh and begged for mercy, "I'm just too scared. I don't want to die."
"So you want me to die?" Lu Qian lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Hanyu, his expression extremely cold.
After watching for a while, he suddenly realized that Jiang Hanyu didn't know that he was involved in drugs, and smiled again, "It doesn't matter, you don't know anything, I won't blame you this time."
He pinched Jiang Hanyu's face and said, "Don't act on your own next time. Don't worry about Jian Ruochen's blood. We can't offend him now."
Why!
Jiang Hanyu was going crazy.
Why can't we offend Jian Ruochen? Isn't it just that he has a closer relationship with the police station?
Lu Qian held Jiang Hanyu's face, looked down into his eyes, and wanted to kiss him, but Jian Ruochen's moist lips appeared in his mind.
He failed to kiss her. "You don't have to think about anything. Just stay at home and don't touch those things outside."
As long as Jiang Hanyu is as innocent, kind, pure, cute and lovable as before, like a little sun, he will always spoil her.
Lu Qian said softly: "First cooperate with the doctor to take medicine, I will find a way to help you find a blood source. There are so many people in the world, not just Jian Ruochen."
"You don't need a blood transfusion yet. Let's just forget about this, okay?"
Jiang Hanyu was horrified.
He suddenly realized that he was wrong.
Lu Qian didn't love him and only treated him as an obedient canary.
Lu Qian was not asking for his opinion, but said again - "Forget it this time, I won't bother with you, just be obedient."
Jian Ruochen's strategy of sowing discord was so clever.
Everyone was played in his hands.
Jian Ruochen succeeded.
·
evening.
Jian Ruochen, a successful person, has just finished taking statements in the "Taxi Driver Serial Murder Case" and the "1892 Bar Drug Case".
Receiving commendation from the police department.
He is a non-staff member who hasn't even joined the team, but he was able to receive commendations and a small medal!
Jian Ruochen was standing in the meeting place in the hall of the serious crime squad, looking at the middle-aged man who walked out accompanied by music, with a dazed look on his face.
There is even a bgm...
The middle-aged man walked up to Jian Ruochen and saluted him.
Jian Ruochen reflexively raised his right hand in return.
As soon as I raised it, I realized something was wrong.
The way police in mainland China salute is different from that in Hong Kong!
In Hong Kong, the British greeting is used, with the palms facing outwards, while in mainland China, the palms face downwards.
Jian Ruochen quickly scratched his ear with his fingers, his eyes sparkling as he looked at the middle-aged police officer in admiration, "So imposing, I think I learned it wrong."
Le Jinwen was amused by him, "When you go to the police academy for further studies, someone will teach you."
He extended his hand and made a handshake gesture, "Let's shake hands first, I'm Le Jinwen."
Jian Ruochen: "I am Jian Ruochen."
Le Jinwen thought he was interesting, so he turned around and took the medals and honors off the tray. "Originally, this award has been given out this year, but the people in the Public Relations Department of the Police Department discussed it and felt that you should still be given one."
"Originally, someone from the Public Relations Department of the Police Force was supposed to make this trip, but I really wanted to see what the child that Yunchuan praised looked like, so I came here in person."
Jian Ruochen took the medal first and reflected on it for a while.
who? Chen Yunchuan?
Could this be Guan Yingjun’s uncle?
Jian Ruochen glanced at Guan Yingjun who was standing in the hall. Guan Yingjun seemed to be smiling, but also seemed not to be smiling.
Le Jinwen turned around again, picked up the medal on the tray, unscrewed the pin at the back, and hung it on Jian Ruochen's left chest. "You've only been in the serious crime team for a month, and you've been able to help Ying Jun solve so many cases. That's really good."
Judging from the tone, Le Jinwen is really Guan Yingjun's uncle.
Jian Ruochen looked at Guan Yingjun and then at Le Jinwen.
They say nephews resemble their uncles, but this doesn’t look like his uncle.
The gold-lettered figure looks like Maitreya Buddha, smiling.
Guan Yingjun has a stern face all day long, and no expression is his only expression.
Jian Ruochen lowered his head and looked at his police career... Oh no, it was the first medal in his Hong Kong citizen career, it was shiny silver and quite beautiful.
But it’s not as beautiful as Guan Yingjun’s.
He looked at the framed certificate in his hand again. It had a red wooden frame and the certificate inside had a gold-stamped border and was printed in embossed letters.
What a great appearance!
In the future, I will open a transparent glass cabinet at home to collect these medals.
Le Jinwen reminded him, "Look up, take pictures, and go home to admire your little certificate."
Jian Ruochen smiled embarrassedly, stood up straight, moved closer to Le Jinwen, and took this honorary photo very seriously.
Before Le Jinwen left, he took out a red envelope from his pocket and said, "This is a 2,000 yuan bonus."
Jian Ruochen took it and said politely, "Thank you, Officer Le."
Chen Jincai stood below and reminded at the top of his voice, "This is Brother Yi!"
He gave a thumbs up, "Brother Ding, our director!"
Jian Ruochen: Ah?
Isn’t the Commissioner of Police in Hong Kong equivalent to the Director of the Public Security Bureau in the mainland?
Jian Ruochen looked at Le Jinwen with even more admiration. Yige was really cool. The license plate number of his car was just a single, neat number - 1.
He immediately stepped forward, this time standing next to Le Jinwen, "Let's take another photo!"
The surprise that Le Jinwen felt at not being recognized was immediately washed away. "Okay, okay, take another picture."
He put his arm around Jian Ruochen's shoulders, and the two of them took a photo next to the Guan Gong statue in the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit as if they were on a trip.
The atmosphere immediately became much more relaxed.
Jian Ruochen said to the member of the Public Relations Department who was taking the photo: "Print a big one, and I'll treat you to a meal!"
Le Jinwen was amused again.
This kid is really interesting.
So adorable.
He came here today not only because Chen Yunchuan was praising him.
Moreover, it was because he saw Guan Yingjun walking back wearing only a single layer of clothes.
I gave my coat to my consultant, had some drinks, parked my car downstairs, and walked back by myself.
It's so strange.
Guan Yingjun is the orphan of his sister.
It doesn’t matter whether this nephew likes a boy or a girl, and it has nothing to do with him whether the Guan family has no descendants or not.
He just wants his sister's children to be happy and safe, and not to suffer any emotional harm.
Le Jinwen walked over to Guan Yingjun and looked at Jian Ruochen, who was surrounded by Chen Jincai and the others and laughing. "CIB said that you got evidence of Lu Qian's drug trafficking?"
"I didn't get it." Guan Yingjun raised his chin towards Jian Ruochen, "He went to get it, climbing down from the second floor window. Ji Bailou and I didn't know about it. It's not conclusive evidence of drug trafficking, it's just a lunch box."
Those people were holding shotguns (wooden barrels with shotgun shells). If Jian Ruochen was discovered, the consequences would be disastrous.
It’s scary just thinking about it.
As Guan Yingjun spoke, he saw Chen Jincai reaching out and hooking Jian Ruochen's shoulders. Jian Ruochen is still growing and is not very tall yet. When he is hooked like this, his whole body is about to nestle in Chen Jincai's arms.
He frowned, feeling an inexplicable anxiety rising in his heart.
Guan Yingjun said softly: "If we can follow the clues from the lunch box and find Lu Qian's drug manufacturing factory, then it can be called conclusive evidence of a crime."
Le Jinwen: “Yeah.”
Chen Jincai in the crowd started to get worse. He stretched out his hand to tickle Jian Ruochen, who smiled and dodged.
Le Jinwen immediately turned his head to look at Guan Yingjun's expression.
Guan Yingjun frowned and said in a loud voice: "Jian Ruochen."
Jian Ruochen turned around and said, "Hmm?"
He ran over with the medal in his hand, his face flushed with joy, "What's wrong?"
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes, "Have you finished memorizing the humanities materials?"
Le Guinwen: ...
This excuse for asking someone to come back is simply appalling.
Do you want to be someone's daddy?
My uncle closed his eyes and thought about the age difference between Guan Yingjun and Jian Ruochen.
It's ok, 7 years old, a little bit kinky, but not a lot.
Jian Ruochen touched his nose and said, "I'll go back and carry it after I finish looking at the lunch box."
Guan Yingjun curled his lips and smiled, "The results of the material comparison from the forensic department are out. The material residues on the two lunch boxes are consistent, and the production materials and craftsmanship are also consistent."
"Oh oh oh." Jian Ruochen looked at Le Jinwen who remained silent.
The number one brother is the number one brother, he is elegant and majestic without any hesitation!
He also wanted to sit in the position of the number one brother.
Guan Yingjun: …
So much admiration?
He changed the subject and raised his voice slightly, "Lu Qian has been investigated so many times recently, and his vitality has been greatly damaged. He probably dare not ship goods recently."
Jian Ruochen suddenly came back to his senses when he heard Lu Qian's name. "Then we can try to check the factory where the lunch boxes came from and see if we can follow the clues to find Lu Qian's drug manufacturing site."
"I remember there was a number on the bomb lunch box... Is it C-803-299? It should be the production number."
Guan Yingjun stared at Jian Ruochen and smiled sincerely, "You knew? I thought you were busy defusing the bomb and didn't see it. It was also on the lunch box I brought back this time."
The feeling of having someone follow your reasoning and train of thought is addictive.
Jian Ruochen felt that the medal was a bit heavy, so he moved it up and said, "I saw it, but I thought it was useless, so I didn't say anything."
Guan Yingjun reached out and took it for him.
Jian Ruochen shook his hands and continued, "However, I think Lu Qian will definitely find another opportunity to ship out the goods. He is short of money now, the loss is so huge, Jiang Hanyu can't bring him any profit, and Lu Qian is at the critical juncture of inheriting the family business. His capital chain is so tight, he must be anxious now."
The smile on Guan Yingjun's face immediately disappeared in his eyes.
Jian Ruochen knows Lu Qian better than he, a police officer who has followed the Lu family for so many years.
Is it because he once liked Lu Qian?
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Guan Yingjun felt an indescribable restlessness again.
He suddenly thought of Jian Ruochen's respectful salute.
It was so straightforward and decisive that it didn't seem like he had made a mistake in toasting, but rather like he had accidentally revealed his habit.
What kind of gift is that?
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