Chapter 36 Caught the Thief
Jian Ruochen blinked, twisted his arm, and easily broke free from Guan Yingjun's palm.
Guan Yingjun curled up his fingers and let them fall to his side.
Longting Bar is a quiet bar.
The two walked around for a while, passed through the winding corridors, and finally arrived at the private room they had booked in advance.
Guan Yingjun opened the door sideways, and just as Jian Ruochen was about to stick his head inside, he was pulled against the wall by a force.
A second later, he heard the sound of the wooden door safety being locked in the private room.
Ji Bailou stuffed the wooden box back into its cover, and laughed and scolded at the door: "You didn't even knock on the door. You almost scared me to death."
Guan Yingjun said succinctly, "I forgot."
He reached out and took out Jian Ruochen, who was gathered behind his back, and said, "Liu Qishang, I have brought the person you want to see."
Jian Ruochen raised his eyes.
There were three people sitting in the private room.
Ji Bailou was wearing a black windbreaker today and half-frame gold-rimmed glasses. His hair was in a trendy, slightly parted style, very fluffy, and looked like it had just been washed.
Although her face still had that depressed look of someone who had stayed up late, she had the temperament of a college student.
The black windbreaker is indeed a magic weapon for men to reduce their age. Whoever wears it will look younger.
The man next to Ji Bailou was wearing a gray suit and a flashy burgundy tie, and looked like a bank clerk.
He had his hair combed back, and his sharp eyes hid a hint of shock and confusion. He said woodenly, "When did I say I wanted to see Jian Ruochen?"
Guan Yingjun snorted, "You didn't want to see him, but you investigated him behind our backs for half a month?"
Liu Qishang said, "You are not in the Intelligence Department anymore, why are you still keeping an eye on everything?"
Ji Bailou picked up a transparent dice and spun it in his hand, saying with a smile: "It's because your men made too much noise, and now everyone knows about it."
Liu Qishang was a little embarrassed.
It would have been fine if they were the only ones at the scene, but the person he had been investigating for half a month was standing right in front of him.
Jian Ruochen extended his hand, "Good evening, Sir Liu."
Liu Qishang quickly put down his glass and reached out to shake his hand, "Hello."
The two separated as soon as they touched.
Guan Yingjun turned around and locked the door. After straightening his gaze, he formally introduced: "Liu Qishang, senior inspector of the Independent Commission Against Corruption. Responsible for following up on the financial crimes committed by the Jiang and Lu families, investigating corruption and illegal profits. The Lu family can become so big, there must be a protective umbrella over their heads. After four years, the Independent Commission Against Corruption still hasn't been able to find out who Lu Qian's protective umbrella is."
Liu Qishang stared at Guan Yingjun in silence.
Guan Yingjun suddenly realized and added, "He proposed to Superintendent Lin in public, but failed."
Liu Qishang remained even more silent.
He sat back next to Ji Bailou, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip with a depressed look.
After four years of searching Lu Qian, nothing was found.
I have been investigating Jian Ruochen for half a month, but now it seems all my efforts were in vain.
Lin Yazhi also refused to marry him and was only willing to date him.
Ah...he is such a failed man.
Jian Ruochen looked at him and felt a little sorry for him.
Guan Yingjun patted Jian Ruochen on the back and motioned him to look at the person sitting on the single sofa. "This is my informant, his name is Huang Youquan."
Huang Youquan had a head of yellow hair and an unlit cigarette in his mouth. He was sitting on a sofa with his legs spread wide open.
He smiled in a frivolous way, put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together, raised them in front of his forehead and saluted Jian Ruochen, "Hello, Mr. Jian, I have heard of your name for a long time."
Informer, a profession that walks in the gray area.
They exchange information for money from police officers and are generally criminals.
These people committed minor crimes and were caught by the police. The police will not prosecute them or will give them a break on the condition that they provide information.
Jian Ruochen smiled at him and nodded, "Hello."
Huang Youquan was a little stunned.
He stopped shaking his legs, moved his butt back, and sat up straighter.
It's really terrible.
It was the first time for him to face such a look without any disdain.
In Jian Ruochen's eyes, he did not seem to be a person walking on the fringe, but an upright policeman like Ji Bailou and Liu Qishang.
Guan Yingjun finally looked at Ji Bailou, "This is someone you've met. Ji Bailou, senior inspector of the Criminal Intelligence Division. Responsible for following up on the Lu family's involvement in drug trafficking. So far, he has investigated a transit station in Lu Qian, the one we went to last time."
Jian Ruochen made two "hmm" sounds, and his stomach started to sing the empty city plan.
It’s nine o’clock, isn’t dinner ready yet?
Guan Yingjun took him to sit on the empty terrace sofa and brought him the menu.
Jian Ruochen ordered a lobster fried rice and added a serving of the novel-looking Bingpo plum sauce. When he was about to order the whole snack to go with the plum sauce, Liu Qishang suddenly stood up.
He looked at me with burning eyes, "Guan Yingjun, what did you just say? You said that you and Jian Ruochen had been to the transfer station that Ji Bailou had checked?"
Guan Yingjun responded, "Yes, we were the ones who called Ji Bailou over."
Liu Qishang's brain was shut down. "Did you call the police?"
He asked in shock: "Who is the drug lord who is hanging out with Jian Ruochen?"
Hanging out...
Jian Ruochen's hand trembled, and the pencil passed over the onion rings and scratched the fried crab legs.
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and bit the word "muddling around" and repeated it silently.
He thought again of Jian Ruochen holding her stomach and leaning against his shoulder, and then of the way they acted in the car for Lu Qian to see.
Guan Yingjun leaned back on the sofa and said with a smirk, "I played the role."
Liu Qishang thought he could play a clown in the circus as long as he wore a red nose.
He held the cup tightly and said angrily: "I will kill Chen Zudan."
Jian Ruochen glanced at Liu Qishang's waist and reminded him in a low voice, "Liu Sir, does the ICAC have wooden warehouses?"
Liu Qishang: …
Yeah, the ICAC doesn’t deserve a wooden warehouse.
He could only talk about it to satisfy his desire to talk.
Jian Ruochen understood very well.
He comforted her, "It's okay, Sir Liu. You and Sir Guan are friends, and you're a police officer. It's normal to be wary of people at first."
Birds of a feather flock together.
Police officers dealing with criminals had better be cautious, otherwise it would be hard to tell how they died.
Jian Ruochen's attitude was unexpectedly good, and Liu Qishang even felt a little ashamed.
This is a big shot who pays 500 million in taxes every month.
One tax can support a senior inspector with a monthly salary of 50,000 yuan.
There are only 30,000 police officers in Hong Kong. There are very few senior inspectors among them, not even ten thousand.
The taxes paid by Jian Ruochen alone could support all the police forces in Hong Kong.
Liu Qishang sighed, "I'll treat you to this meal. I'm so sorry that I almost investigated you thoroughly."
Jian Ruochen: "It's okay. I don't know how I made my money. It's okay to check it out. We can't do anything illegal. Thank you for helping me check it out. I'm relieved if there is no problem."
Liu Qishang: …
It turns out that he worked for Jian Ruochen for nothing?
Does this mean that 3.2 billion just flew into your hands for nothing?
ah……
Liu Qishang thought woodenly: It is true that if you compare yourself with others, you will die; if you compare goods, you will be thrown away. I am indeed a failed man.
The waiter knocked on the door outside, breaking the slightly awkward atmosphere in the private room.
Ji Bailou went over to open the door, his hands on the wooden compartment behind his waist, half of his body hidden in the shadows, very cautiously. After the waiter put all the snacks and meals away and turned to leave, he relaxed. "It is certain that there is a corrupt police infiltrated our CIB, but we just can't find out who it is. Now everyone I see is suspicious."
Guan Yingjun laughed, "It's probably not from your group."
"Yes." Jian Ruochen dipped the fried crab legs into the plum sauce and said, "The original words I overheard were: The black police sent a message saying that CIB was coming here."
"This statement is very clear. It means that the black police officer did not go out with you. He didn't even know which police team went out with you."
Liu Qishang was shocked: "You also went to eavesdrop?"
Ji Bailou wondered where we were going.
He also stole criminal evidence.
Liu Qishang was not to be outdone and pulled out a few sheets of A4 paper from his inner pocket. "I have a clue. To be honest, the reason why I checked Jian Ruochen is because someone in our group stubbornly believed that Jian Ruochen was the traitor."
"If I don't investigate, it will be hard to convince the public."
Guan Yingjun asked: "That Chen Zudan?"
Liu Qishang nodded and said, "He first brought me the news that Jian Ruochen spent 800 million to acquire Jiangting Electronic Technology, and then told me that Jian Ruochen was hanging out with the drug lord in the bar."
"He said that these news were told to him by his friends in CIB."
Guan Yingjun flipped through the file that Liu Qishang handed over with one hand.
Inside were Chen Zudan and the police officers with whom he had a close personal relationship.
Jian Ruochen leaned over to take a look, but there was no one he recognized.
It feels like I can't help.
Guan Yingjun probably didn't intend to ask him to help when he brought him to dinner. It was to make Liu Qishang let down his guard and stop wasting time on investigating his family background, something that was doomed to be unprofitable.
The information was passed around the private room and finally fell into Ji Bailou's hands.
Seeing that they still had something to talk about, Jian Ruochen leaned over to Guan Yingjun's ear and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."
He finished his meal and wanted to wash his hands.
Guan Yingjun thought about it and decided that the wooden warehouse could not be loaned out, but the handcuffs could.
He removed the handcuffs and handed them over, "After you go out, turn left and walk straight ahead to the restroom. If you encounter anyone who looks wrong, just cuff them right there and then come back to us."
Jian Ruochen: ...
This is a really mean trick, handcuffing the guy in the bathroom and then letting him run away, right?
Okay, got it.
He turned sideways and pointed his pocket at Guan Yingjun, "My hands are dirty, put them in."
Guan Yingjun put the handcuffs into his pocket.
Jian Ruochen pressed the door handle with his elbow, opened the door, and went out.
In the private room.
Liu Qishang and Ji Bailou stared at Guan Yingjun.
Something is wrong. Something is really wrong.
Guan Yingjun used to have an indifferent personality. He would not do favors unless it was necessary, and giving cigarettes to people was like a judge handing out lots.
How come it has become so humane now?
Does everyone have this human touch, or is it just for Jian Ruochen?
Guan Yingjun raised his eyes and glanced over, not understanding what was going on. "Why are you looking at me? Who is the undercover agent written on my face?"
Ji Bailou lowered his head.
It turns out that this human touch is given to one person only.
He lowered his eyes and memorized the names and faces of the people in the information, and his heart sank.
Does Guan Yingjun know what it means to like a man in this era?
Previously, there was a small Hong Kong star who was overwhelmed by the news that she had a boyfriend. She couldn't stand the pressure of public opinion and committed suicide by jumping off a building.
Jian Ruochen has money and a way out, and people will always be more tolerant of capital with a good reputation.
But Guan Yingjun is different. He doesn’t have these, and his uncle is still the eldest brother, so the trials he will receive will only be more, not less.
As Guan Yingjun's brother, he really doesn't want to see anyone fall into that kind of situation.
"Oh..." Ji Bailou let out a long sigh.
It seems like liking men is innate, right?
Huang Youquan was about to fall asleep when Ji Bailou woke him up with a sigh.
He sat up straight, the yellow hair on his head shook, and asked in confusion: "Why hasn't Jian Ruochen come back yet?"
Can you wash your hands for so long?
Isn't it true that something bad happened?
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Jian Ruochen ran into a thief.
The thief probably thought that the shiny silver object in his pocket was jewelry or a famous watch, so he stood beside him and took out some of the things while he was washing his hands.
Jian Ruochen: ...
He looked at the thief's seemingly clever but actually flawed movements, and grabbed his wrist with his backhand, "You're not very experienced in this business."
What about showing off your sword in front of Guan Gong?
The thief was stunned for a moment.
His movements were quick and decisive enough, so where was he unskilled?
This is how I have been stealing for so many years!
How come some people don't understand and talk nonsense?
Jian Ruochen sighed softly, "What's your name? Let me show you."
The thief raised an eyebrow.
Did you meet someone in the same industry?
"My last name is Lin." Just as he finished speaking, his wrist felt heavy.
Jian Ruochen took advantage of his distraction and grabbed the thief's other hand and put it into handcuffs.
With a click, the handcuffs were done.
Guan Yingjun's handcuffs are very useful.
Jian Ruochen raised his hand and pushed him: "Be honest, Lin."
Thief:……
He looked at the "silver bracelet", then at Jian Ruochen, his expression cracked, "Are you Sir?"
Jian Ruochen said: "Not really."
Thief: Not really?
Yes is yes, no is no.
What do you mean it doesn’t count?
Jian Ruochen smoothed her hair and said, "Do I look easy to bully?"
It was like this in my previous life.
As long as he was outside the compound and school, he was particularly likely to attract criminals.
The instructors at the school all thought he was very suitable for fishing enforcement.
Thief: What bad luck! I got it wrong.
"Hey sir, I only took a pair of handcuffs from you, but I didn't get them. Does this count as attempted murder? How about just forget it?"
As soon as Jian Ruochen heard the tone, he knew that he was a veteran.
He smiled and said, "Okay, but the key to open the handcuffs is in the private room. Come back with me first."
Handcuffs can only restrict the hands, not the feet.
If someone wants to run, he may not be able to catch up, but it will be different if he tricks them into appearing in front of Guan Yingjun and Ji Bailou.
It's obvious that those two are good at fighting.
Jian Ruochen pushed him and said, "Let's go."
The thief was confused and hesitant, "You are not lying to me, are you?"
Jian Ruochen took out his pager and sent a message to Guan Yingjun while saying, "What's the point of lying? If you have the guts, run away. If you dare to run, I will open the wooden warehouse."
Liu Qishang's empty city strategy of "I want to kill so-and-so" is also very useful.
"Lin" immediately behaved himself.
He followed Jian Ruochen into the box. When he looked up, he saw Guan Yingjun sitting on the sofa. His face suddenly changed and he turned around and wanted to run.
Ji Bailou stood at the door, wearing the fisherman's hat that Guan Yingjun handed to him after receiving the news, and kicked the door shut.
He took out the wooden gun with his backhand and pressed it against the man's stomach, "Don't move, raise your hands high, lower your head and squat down!"
Lin Zheng looked up in shock, "Ji Bailou? Why are you here too?"
Jian Ruochen looked at Ji Bailou and then at Lin Zheng.
Ji Bailou had already done a good job of disguising himself, with only the part below the tip of his nose showing.
If you are not very familiar with him, you will not be able to recognize him.
Ji Bailou put away the wooden warehouse and asked uncertainly: "Lin Zheng?"
"It's me, Sir Ji." Lin Zheng stood up and put his handcuffed hands in front of Ji Bailou, "Quick, Boss Ji, help me untie them."
Ji Bailou took a step back without touching the handcuffs: "What's wrong with you?"
"It's like this..." Jian Ruochen told Lin Zheng about stealing something and getting the handcuffs.
The entire box fell into a startling silence.
This thing is both unlucky and funny.
Lin Zheng looked at Jian Ruochen. He never expected that one day he would fall into the trap of not being on guard.
He had never met a policeman who was so sincere when he was cheating in his life.
We agreed to exchange ideas with colleagues, but they ended up handcuffing him.
I agreed to come back to get the key, but when I opened the door, three detectives were standing in front of me.
Also with wooden warehouse.
Ji Bailou put the wooden basket back on his waist and said coldly, "Didn't you say before that you would not steal anymore?"
Lin Zheng said in a sly voice, "I just felt a little itchy. Oh... I just couldn't help wanting to touch something. I didn't steal anything. Wasn't I handcuffed before the store even opened?"
Jian Ruochen: "You are lying."
"When you spoke, your neck turned red, your nose was bloodshot, and your eyes blinked faster than before. Did you steal from others today?"
Lin Zheng cursed inwardly and forced a smile, "I'm an informant for the CIB."
Ji Bailou pursed his lips. "Can a CIB informant steal things? Is stealing money from the public also part of the mission assigned to you by the police?"
Lin Zheng clasped his hands together, bent over and begged for mercy: "Sir Ji, I was wrong. I will never steal again, seriously."
Guan Yingjun pursed his lips and laughed, "That's what you said last time I caught you."
He reached out and lifted Lin Zheng's collar, pulled open his coat, and reached in to take something out.
Lin Zheng was immediately horrified and tried to break free from the grip, but Guan Yingjun was very strong and he hit him accurately with every strike.
Gold watches, diamond rings, gold bead bracelets, bangles, wallets...
One by one, piece by piece, they fell to the ground with a clinking sound.
Ji Bailou was so angry that he laughed, "Is this what you said you would never dare to do again?"
Guan Yingjun estimated the price and said, "Eight years."
"Eight years? Sir Ji." Lin Zheng grabbed Ji Bailou's clothes and pleaded sadly, "I have been an informant for CIB for such a long time. Even if I have no merit, I have worked hard. No matter what, I should not be put in jail."
Ji Bailou glanced at Guan Yingjun and said, "The one who arrested you is Guan Sir. I can protect you once, but I can't protect you a second time."
Lin Zheng made up his mind and knelt down in front of Guan Yingjun. "If you let me go again, I will be Sir Ji's exclusive informant this time. Aren't you investigating Lu Qian? I am willing to go to his drug den and help you as an undercover agent."
Being an exclusive informant is not just about gathering intelligence, it means going undercover in the enemy camp and risking your life.
Most people would rather spend a few more years in jail than be the exclusive undercover agent of the Criminal Intelligence Department.
Unless he knows that what he is about to do can keep him alive, make money, and give him freedom.
Ji Bailou kicked Lin Zheng on the shoulder and said in a cold tone, "You think we are fools? You want to get into the drug den and make money from both sides?"
Lin Zheng fell sideways, lying on the ground in a mess.
He tried his best to beg for mercy but couldn't. Finally, he couldn't help it anymore and shouted with bloodshot eyes: "Isn't the informant just helping the police do the dirty work that you can't do? You only give me so little money, and I spend it all in a short time. Things are so expensive now, and I have to live. I also have a wife and children to support! What's wrong with me stealing a little to supplement my income? Can't the merits and demerits offset each other?"
Lin Zheng said in a hoarse voice: "Who wouldn't take drugs if they were undercover in a drug den? Who wouldn't sell drugs? Isn't it enough as long as we take down the drug den in the end?"
Ji Bailou's expression changed completely.
He grabbed Lin Zheng's hair and pushed him to the ground. "Did your contact teach you this? Did Duan Ming say this?"
Jian Ruochen was stunned.
Duan Ming, his photo and name were in the stack of papers just now, he should be Chen Zudan’s friend.
He is a suspected black policeman.
Ji Bailou slammed Lin Zheng’s head to the ground.
The forehead hit the carpet with a dull thud. Lin Zheng took a deep breath and shuddered.
Ji Bailou said, "Speak."
Jian Ruochen: ...
No wonder everyone says that CIB interrogation is violent. If this happened after the return, Ji Bailou would have been called in for a lecture.
Jian Ruochen stretched out his hand to stop him, "Sir Ji, let me ask it."
If Lin Zheng gets hit two more times, he won't be able to speak.
Before Ji Bailou could speak, Liu Qishang asked, "Can you do it?"
Although Jian Ruochen is very rich. He is very lucky and always runs into criminals. He is a little god of wealth who can bring good results to Guan Yingjun.
But interrogation?
Can he compare to a professional cib?
Guan Yingjun walked back to the sofa and sat down, "He can do it."
He was talking to Liu Qishang, but his eyes were fixed on Jian Ruochen.
There was only a side light on in the private room, making it gloomy and dark.
But Jian Ruochen is bright. It was like borrowing a ray of light from the silver moon in the pitch-dark night.
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