Chapter 34 Money, Lots of Money
Jian Ruochen took a sip of hot milk tea and asked, "How much does Jiang Hanyu plan to sell it for?"
Luo Binwen was stunned. "The market value of this company is very low, only 1.8 billion. Currently, there is almost no income, and the expenses are huge. We can only gamble on the future."
But the prospects are all based on hype.
Luo Binwen flipped through the notebook in his hand, "He plans to sell it for 1 billion."
Jane remained silent.
1 billion, a bit expensive.
But now is different, "How much money do I have now?"
I haven't been spending money with restraint recently, so I guess I've spent a lot, right?
Luo Binwen sighed, with the familiar look of disappointment in his expression.
Jian Ruochen:?
how? Going bankrupt?
Luo Binwen sighed bitterly, "You still have more than 13.28 billion, not counting the small change. How can you be so frugal? You should know that money will only continue to depreciate if it is kept in the bank."
"The Hong Kong dollar exchange rate has fallen recently. Our business in Hong Kong has a net profit of nearly 100 million every day. This month, you seem to have saved 3.2 billion, but in fact you have lost nearly 100 million. Do you understand what I mean?"
Jian Ruochen: ...Yes, he has professional managers who make money for him.
It turned out not to be bankruptcy.
The more you spend, the more you spend.
He whispered, "Then let's buy that electronic technology company?"
Luo Binwen: "Okay."
That's how it should be. Although the money invested may be wasted, the experience gained from investment is real.
Money, even if you're just throwing it around for fun, shouldn't be left to rot and stink in a bank safe.
Luo Binwen was satisfied.
Although the development of the matter was a little unexpected, Jian Ruochen still found out about it.
When Luo Binwen was preparing to invite a professional manager to his home to discuss the acquisition, Jian Ruochen finished his breakfast in a trance.
He picked up his schoolbag and looked at the clock. It was seven o'clock. "Uncle Luo, I'll be at the police station during this time. I'll leave the house to you."
Luo Binwen: "Do you need a driver to pick you up?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the doorbell rang.
The doorman opened it.
Guan Yingjun walked in from outside and stopped at the entrance.
He didn't wear his usual trench coat and black turtleneck cashmere sweater today. He wore a black stand-collar windbreaker on the upper body, gray drawstring sports pants on the lower body, and a pair of black running shoes on his feet. The sleeves of the jacket were pulled up to the upper part of the forearm, revealing the strong muscles and the black strap on the wrist.
Simple and capable, introverted and indifferent, and a little ascetic.
Before Jian Ruochen approached, he could feel the heat rising from his body, "Did you go for morning exercise?"
"Yeah." Guan Yingjun raised his eyes and glanced at the living room.
The decoration is low-key and elegant, with hidden treasures, and a very obvious British style. An English butler has a white dust towel hanging between his arms and looks straight at the door.
Jian Ruochen reacted and introduced, "Uncle Luo, this is Guan Yingjun, the senior inspector of the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit."
"Sir Guan, this is my housekeeper, Luo Binwen."
The two men nodded to each other as a greeting.
Jian Ruochen hung his schoolbag on his shoulder, turned around and said goodbye to Luo Binwen, "I'm leaving."
The journey from Li Jin International Garden to the West Kowloon Regional Police Station takes less than 30 minutes, but Guan Yingjun managed to shorten it to 15 minutes using his driving skills.
"What time do you get up every day? Do you do morning exercises every day? What do you do?" Jian Ruochen asked as he looked at the muscles in Guan Yingjun's forearms that tensed when he pulled the handbrake.
Guan Yingjun said, "Five-thirty. I do morning exercises every day, some jogging and push-ups, and the morning exercises last for an hour."
Jian Ruochen pursed his lips and calculated.
Today, when Guan Yingjun finished his morning exercise, he got up from the bed...
Fallen, fallen.
Who would have thought that in his previous life he was also a police academy student who could run 1000 meters without even taking a breath?
Guan Yingjun parked the car in the police station parking space, took Jian Ruochen to swipe the card to enter the building, found his name on the sign-in sheet at the door, and ticked it.
Jian Ruochen followed closely behind with his schoolbag slung over one shoulder.
This was his first time to come to work with others, so it was quite novel.
It turns out that you had to punch in when going to work in the 1990s.
The Hong Kong police station starts work at 7:30, and now it is 7:20.
Guan Yingjun arrived almost on time.
The lobby of the police station was full of people coming and going, most of them wearing neat uniforms. The female police officers from the civilian department wore light blue police uniforms, holding files that reached their chins steadily as they walked through the lobby with brisk steps.
Everyone is racing against time.
The two of them turned around and around, and when Jian Ruochen's head was full of question marks, they finally stopped at the elevator door.
Jian Ruochen looked at the iron railing in front of him and was silent for a moment, "Do you have an elevator?"
He climbed the stairs for over a month!
Guan Yingjun hummed, "It's too far, I don't usually take it. But I'm going to be late today."
"But didn't you sign in?"
"You have to sign again in your department before going up." Guan Yingjun stood in the elevator, leaving a seat for Jian Ruochen, who was carrying a schoolbag, to stand in.
This elevator came up from the parking lot, and there were quite a few uniformed clerk police officers standing inside. As soon as Guan Yingjun entered, the cramped space suddenly became even more crowded.
Jian Ruochen hugged his schoolbag and felt that the clerk police seemed to be a little stronger than him and could not squeeze in at all.
At the side, a male police officer carrying a briefcase moved aside.
Jian Ruochen stood in the gap between Guan Yingjun and him, turned his head, pursed his lips and smiled, and whispered: "Thank you."
He already looked young, and now with his schoolbag on his back, he looked no different from a high school student.
"It's okay." said the male police officer.
For a moment, the police officers in the elevator thought that Sir Guan might have been an undercover agent and a pervert. He did not receive proper psychological counseling after returning, and the gangster spirit was still hidden in his mind.
After years of suppressing these bandits, they finally couldn't hold their anger back anymore, so they kidnapped a pretty and cute minor and kept her as a toy.
Speaking of which, it seems that Guan Sir’s psychological counseling was done by CID.
A few days after I came back, I was transferred to their side...
Is there really any psychological problem?
Everyone was thinking while secretly glancing at Jian Ruochen's face.
This is terrible. Where did Guan Sir trick such a student with positive values, good looks, good personality and generosity from?
This face is so beautiful, a hundred times prettier than on TV.
The elevator dinged and arrived at the 8th floor.
The two walked out one after the other.
One second before the bell rang, Guan Yingjun signed his name in the sign-in book in front of Superintendent Lin.
Jian Ruochen looked at the flamboyantly written characters and was amazed.
It turns out that Mr. Guan would also write his name like a ball of wool in order to save time.
Guan Yingjun walked to the office as usual and sat down, leaning against the back of his office chair and slowly exhaled.
He was usually calm and at ease, until he scribbled his name with a pen, and then it was as if his cold and silent shell had been peeled off, revealing his flesh-and-blood, living side.
The rest of the people in Group A were on vacation, and there were only two people in the entire Group A.
Jian Ruochen was curled up on the sofa in the office memorizing his lessons while Guan Yingjun was flipping through the case files at his desk.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was the shuffling of papers.
The daylight is very soft, but we have to turn on the lights at night.
Jian Ruochen couldn't stand the incandescent lights in the office. She would cry as soon as they were turned on. She could only rely on the dim desk lamp to work, feeling the hardship of working late into the night.
Guan Yingjun watched and felt that studying was more tiring than being an undercover agent.
The Hong Kong Police Station operates on a shift system.
I go to work at seven in the morning and get off work at three in the afternoon. I go to work at 3pm and get off work at 11pm.
When he was working undercover, the drug boss would let him work six days a week and have one day off.
Jian Ruochen could actually study from eight in the morning until nine in the evening!
One study session lasts for one week.
He was so focused that he didn't even look up.
Jian Ruochen used his college student skills and memorized the materials for one subject in a week before he realized something was wrong.
Didn’t he come to the police station to attend the meeting?
Jian Ruochen looked at Guan Yingjun suspiciously, "Sir Guan, didn't you say there might be a joint meeting? Will it be?"
How come there is no news at all?
Guan Yingjun was stunned. He had been reading the case files and sorting out the information this week and had actually forgotten about this matter.
He pulled out his workbook and flipped through it. "It's just that there is a tentative joint meeting. The Criminal Intelligence Department said it can be held at any time, but the ICAC has not yet confirmed the time."
Hong Kong police officers each have their own duties and areas of expertise.
The Criminal Intelligence Bureau (CIB) is responsible for combating organized crime and drug trafficking and collecting intelligence.
The Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) is responsible for large-scale financial crimes and combats tax evasion and corruption.
The Criminal Investigation Department (CID) is responsible for handling serious homicides, kidnappings and human trafficking cases involving various groups.
There are not many criminal geniuses like the Jiang family and the Lu family who can alert three departments at the same time.
Jian Ruochen smacked his lips, "Is it so difficult to set a meeting time?"
"Um."
Guan Yingjun glanced at Jian Ruochen's dry and chapped lips, and handed him a glass of water in a newly added glass. "In fact, these three departments don't trust each other. Everyone is only willing to trust their own people. Ji Bailou and I have a good personal relationship, and we usually share what we have, so the relationship between the Criminal Intelligence Division and the Criminal Investigation Division is pretty good now."
"But the ICAC is not located in the Kowloon West Regional Police Station and has its own independent information channels. Before every meeting, we have to check the targets ourselves."
Guan Yingjun said, his eyes fell on Jian Ruochen's face calmly, and said softly, "I guess they still have something to do."
Jian Ruochen sat obediently on the sofa, holding the cup of water and drinking it all. He held the empty cup in silence for a long while, but still couldn't figure it out.
Isn’t the purpose of the joint meeting to make all three parties less busy?
Everyone aggregates information and does things better.
It will be busy after opening.
The meeting hasn't even started yet, what on earth is the ICAC busy with?
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The Independent Commission Against Corruption is busy investigating Jian Ruochen's family background.
Busy and exhausted.
"Sir Liu, this StarNet Entertainment is an entertainment company under Jian Ruochen's name. It is itself a branch of Conant Times Media Film Co., Ltd. in Hong Kong. There is no problem with the capital chain."
"Sir Liu, Conant Times Media Films Co., Ltd. is also Jian Ruochen's property, but it is a British registered company with its headquarters in the United States. If we want to find out there, we have to contact the embassy first."
"Sir Liu, the finance, cars, restaurants, and real estate under Jian Ruochen's name are all inheritances from his mother in England, and have nothing to do with the Jiang family."
"Sir Liu, Jian Ruochen's company in Hong Kong had a net profit of 3.6 billion yuan in December and paid more than 500 million yuan in taxes."
There is no way to finish the search. There is no way to finish it.
Industries, countless industries.
Money. Lots of money.
Five hundred million in taxes could support all the staff of the Independent Commission Against Corruption for a year!
Inspector Liu looked at the pile of documents in front of him with a vicissitudes of life. Each sheet of paper was an industry report.
He raised his hand to stop the subordinate who was about to pass the paper forward, "Don't talk about the industries without problems, talk about the ones with problems."
The ICAC was in complete silence.
Inspector Liu: "Didn't you find it?"
At first, he just wanted to go through the procedure, eliminate the suspicion on Jian Ruochen, and be more rigorous in his work.
Now it starts to seem unbelievable.
A 19-year-old freshman suddenly inherited so much property that he couldn't even count it, and yet he still went to school!
Not only did he go to school, he even switched to a newly opened unpopular major. Whenever he had free time, he would go to the West Kowloon Regional Police Station, not for pleasure, but just to help people solve cases!
What a determination and spirit that makes one feel ashamed of oneself.
"Come here." Inspector Liu grabbed the police officer who had previously suggested that Jian Ruochen might be suspicious, raised his hand and patted his cheek, "Tell me, why would a billionaire deliberately approach a Hong Kong police officer who earns 50,000 a month? What does he want from Guan Yingjun? Tell me why you suspect Jian Ruochen."
Rather than suspecting Jian Ruochen, it would be better to suspect that Guan Yingjun was deceiving others into working for him and had ulterior motives!
The young police officer took out a document and said, "I have no reason, just the facts. Jian Ruochen recently purchased an electronic technology industry of the Jiang family, and 800 million yuan of funds flowed to the Jiang family."
"Jiang Hanyu used the 800 million to help Lu Qian. Lu Qian had the money and immediately maintained the legal operation of Tianquandu Entertainment City."
Inspector Liu looked at the report and suddenly took a deep breath. "This electronic technology company has an estimated market value of 1.8 billion. Jian Ruochen cut the price down to 800 million and bought it back. Do you think he is helping the Jiang family?"
The knife cut the aorta!
Inspector Liu threw the report on the table with a "bang" sound. "This reason is not valid. I don't accept it."
The police officer blushed and clenched his teeth. "You are too arbitrary. The information I have is what others don't have. Why don't you believe me?"
"Sir Liu, you also said, why would a billionaire deliberately approach a senior inspector with a monthly salary of 50,000? He must have other intentions! The West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit must have something he wants! Something more important than money!"
"My friend in CIB told me that on the day when CIB's Ji Bai Lou closed down the 1892 Bar, Jian Ruochen and a drug lord were at the scene! They have a close relationship, and Jian Ruochen is likely an undercover agent sent to West Kowloon!"
Inspector Liu narrowed his eyes. "Your friend in the Criminal Intelligence Department?"
He picked up the document on the table and flipped through it again. "You didn't get this information by yourself, did you?... You go first, I'll think about it."
Inspector Liu pursed his lips and thought for a while, then sent a message to Guan Yingjun, who was in charge of the Jiang Lu case at CIB: "There is a traitor, the meeting is postponed, see you at Xiangjiang Longting Bar at 21:00 on January 16th, call Ji Bailou. 】
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On January 16, the school year at Hong Kong University started. The transfer exam only tested professional courses, so the pressure was not too great.
In the evening, Jian Ruochen finished his last exam and just came out of the teaching building, he saw Jiang Hanyu waiting not far away.
There was a crowd of people around him.
Those people seemed to come from well-off families, and they were tall and thin. They were either studying dance or music, and they were surrounding Jiang Hanyu to comfort him.
Jiang Hanyu's eyes were red, and he seemed extremely sad.
Jian Ruochen stopped, turned around and wanted to leave.
Jiang Hanyu shouted sternly: "Stop!"
He walked up to Jian Ruochen and said, "Dad has been sentenced to death! Are you satisfied? Is this the result you wanted?"
Jian Ruochen was stunned. Jiang Mingshan's court session was held today?
The West Kowloon Magistrates' Courts are quite efficient; it seems that media pressure is having a significant effect.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Jiang Hanyu thought he was guilty, so he pursed his lips and sneered, "You have nothing to say?"
The classmates who had surrounded Jiang Hanyu before said indignantly:
"What can you say to a bastard who only knows how to hype himself up? Beat him up."
"That's right. He robbed you of so many things. You just have such a good temper."
Jian Ruochen: ...
It's really explosive.
Every time the protagonists came, he felt like he was still in the antique market of his previous life, being baptized by street literature.
Jian Ruochen sighed and asked softly, "What are you pretending to be?"
Jiang Hanyu's face turned slightly pale.
"Mr. Jiang Hanyu, if Jiang Mingshan died, you would be the happiest person, right? The Jiang family is in your hands, and no one will doubt your blood relationship with Jiang Mingshan. You will definitely inherit the property."
Jian Ruochen said, blinking slowly. Staring at the test paper for a long time made him feel a little uncomfortable. "Why are you yelling at me now? Are you pretending to be a victim to gain sympathy? If you really can't bear to leave Jiang Mingshan, you can choose to appeal."
Jiang Hanyu was irritated.
It’s always like this…
Jian Ruochen is always like this!
No matter what he did, Jian Ruochen never seemed to take him seriously. Why?
Jiang Hanyu looked at that face and his classmates' voices rang in his mind - beat him.
He lost all his rationality and raised his hand to swing it down.
He didn't want to hit someone, he was told to do so by others.
Yes, he has been unhappy with this face for a long time.
What's the point of looking so delicate?
It would be best if you could slap it!
Anyway, he had already sold the electronic technology company and used the money to stabilize Lu Qian.
As long as Lu Qian is by his side, he will still be the young master of the Jiang family who can do whatever he wants.
Jiang Hanyu had just swung his hand halfway when someone grabbed it and slammed it hard. Under the influence of inertia, he staggered back two steps, lost his balance, and sat down on the ground.
Jian Ruochen turned around and saw Guan Yingjun standing behind him. He curved his eyes slightly, a little surprised, "Why are you here?"
Guan Yingjun's eyes flashed and his gaze fell on the uplifted face in front of him.
He didn't get a call from Jian Ruochen this morning, and then he remembered that Xiangjiang University had already started school.
There was no one to chat with him on the street, and no white head slumped over on the sofa in the office reciting books. He actually felt that he had been having a very irritating day, as if something was out of his control.
Guan Yingjun was suddenly silent for a while, then spoke in a steady tone: "I'll take you to meet a few people."
After he finished speaking, he lowered his eyes to look at Jiang Hanyu who was sitting on the ground, his brows stern, "It is only natural that a person who commits a crime should be punished. How dare you do that in school?"
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