Chapter 50 You like me, don’t you?
The members of the Narcotics Bureau of the Kowloon West Regional Police Station were shocked by the three words "God of Wealth" for the first time.
The senior inspector of the Narcotics Investigation Division came to the side of Ji Bailou, his eyes fixed on Jian Ruochen with a covetous expression, "Is this the little god of wealth that has been making the rounds among you guys recently?"
They can easily come up with 200 million to invest, and the ordinary afternoon tea they invite is just coffee and dessert.
When investigating a case, he gave the old man selling cakes 500 yuan with just a wave of his hand.
If this person was in their Narcotics Investigation Division, he couldn't imagine how lively and cheerful their group would be.
The senior inspector of the Narcotics Investigation Division rubbed his hands and urged Ji Bailou, "Since he is just a non-staff member now, why don't you persuade Jian Ruochen to report to us after graduation?"
Ji Bailou: "You think I don't want to?"
He raised his chin towards Guan Yingjun, "It's fine to hint at it and wait for Jian Ruochen to make his own choice, but if you really want to kidnap her, then we won't be brothers anymore."
On the TV in the crime squad's lounge, experts were demonstrating their new products.
Jian Ruochen leaned against the wall, holding a cup of brewed fruit juice in his hand and looking up at the TV.
The first generation of laptops were not portable. When folded, they looked like a portable safe. But when opened, they had a complete screen and keyboard. From the outside, they even had the prototype of later laptops.
He was a little absent-minded and didn't notice that Guan Yingjun had walked up to him.
Guan Yingjun knew that Jian Ruochen had many ways to win people's hearts and minds, and he could use them without anyone noticing, but he still walked over, "I..."
Jian Ruochen turned his head and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Hmm?"
Guan Yingjun suddenly looked away, and felt that the two curved eyebrows in his sight turned into a pair of thin hooks, poking his chest and making it itchy.
Jian Ruochen's lips curled slightly, and he spoke lazily, "Are you asking me why I praised you? I said business is business, and I won't take credit for your work. If it weren't for your map, we would have to wander around for a long time before we could find the hidden building. This time it's really thanks to you."
Guan Yingjun only felt that the pair of thin hooks were hooking his heart and pulling it to both sides, making him feel sore and swollen.
He changed the subject and said, "I'll come and ask you to exercise tomorrow morning?"
Gyms are just starting to pop up in Hong Kong.
The first store opened in 1990, and one year later, stores were everywhere.
Nowadays, there are supporting fitness facilities around high-end residential areas. Some trendy high-end apartments even use the supporting gyms as a selling point to promote properties to white-collar workers.
However, Li Jin International is an old property and a villa area built on a mountain, far away from the downtown area. It does not have such supporting facilities and the nearest gym can only be reached by car.
Luo Binwen is old and busy lately, so I definitely can't take him there in the morning.
Jian Ruochen said "Oh" reluctantly when she thought about getting up early again, "Okay..."
Everyone rested for a while in the lounge of the serious crime unit, drank a cup of coffee specially provided by the police station, chatted and laughed about their recent experiences, and waited for the subordinates to arrange their henchmen. Then they all sighed in unison and threw the empty paper cups into the trash can helplessly.
"Hey! Work, work."
"There are more than 60 people. How long will it take to leave?"
Many people glanced at Jian Ruochen.
I'm so envious. I wish they had the same questioning ability as Jian Ruochen.
Handsome and convenient.
If Jian Ruochen could come to help...
Lin Yazhi noticed their looks and immediately stood in front of Jian Ruochen and waved at the people from other departments: "What are you looking at? He is only 19 years old and has to go to school tomorrow. He needs to get off work early and go home to sleep."
"He has to ask, what does West Kowloon want you for? Go, go!"
The senior inspector of the Narcotics Investigation Division was a 185cm tall muscular man. He held his chest with his hands and said, "Wow, Madam Lin, you have such a cruel heart!"
Lin Yazhi stomped on the floor tiles in anger, "I have something even more ruthless, do you want to try it?"
People from other departments immediately swarmed to the elevator door. Those who couldn't take the elevator took the stairs and quickly ran away from the serious crime team's territory.
Jian Ruochen poked his head out from behind Lin Yazhi and was amazed for a moment.
Superintendent Lin is so majestic.
Once the people from other departments left, the original team from the West Kowloon Serious Crime Squad was able to enter the lounge.
Bi Xianxian and her team had already found the patrolman who leaked the news of Lao Ba's arrest, and had established their social network within the police station, waiting to report to their superiors.
These young patrolmen have just graduated from school, and some have not even attended police academy. They do not receive high salaries and are at an age when they are easily misled.
Journalists and criminals are more likely to reveal information if they are paid a little money.
In addition, many people think that small news like who has been arrested will not be investigated even if it is auctioned and sold, so it is insignificant. Therefore, they often take advantage of loopholes and use their position to make extra money.
He can't be considered an undercover agent, but just an informant hidden by the reporter in the police station.
Guan Yingjun flipped through the files of the two patrol officers on duty and the police station's social relations files that Bi Qianqian had prepared after a day's work, and said in a cold voice, "Demote him."
"You saw your colleague taking photos but did not stop him, so you were demoted to a patrol officer in a police substation. Your captain is the chief of patrol officers, so go and tell him that his promotion order is gone."
"And you, you took photos and leaked the police's arrest information. You will be fired and will never be hired again."
Jian Ruochen was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Guan Yingjun.
So strict.
This kind of mistake would most likely result in suspension and investigation even in the previous life. The motives for selling to reporters and selling directly to criminals are different, so the mistakes are naturally different.
The former is after a small fortune and is not firm enough.
The latter is the undercover agent who collaborates with the criminals.
I didn't expect Guan Yingjun to treat them the same.
Jian Ruochen looked at Guan Yingjun's expressionless and ruthless face, and suddenly thought of him sitting in the car, holding the steering wheel, and slowly lowering his head.
His flaws were so obvious at the time, but the extremely suspicious Guan Sir didn't kick him out of the police station...
24 hours later.
Jian Ruochen suddenly understood what Guan Yingjun was enduring at that time.
He was trying not to be soft-hearted.
Then I couldn't help it.
Jian Ruochen licked his lips, and his heartbeat unconsciously quickened.
At this moment, five years of psychology knowledge converged into a sharp intuition...
Guan Yingjun really likes him.
Men will react to pretty faces. This is a bad habit and it's due to genes.
Guan Yingjun reacted to him, probably because he liked men and his instinct was taking over.
Desire is not necessarily linked to liking.
So after he tested it out, he didn't take it seriously.
Guan Yingjun could admit his mistakes to him, send letters to apologize, and send flowers to please him. He could also explain that he needed a consultant, and he was the only consultant available at the moment, so he had to bow his head.
So when he saw it, he just thought it was interesting and didn't take it seriously.
However, as a criminal policeman who had returned from undercover work, Guan Yingjun forced himself to be soft-hearted when faced with a person suspected of being an undercover agent. He neither took the person back to the police station nor directly abandoned and fired the consultant.
Instead, he took him to meet his godfather, a top psychologist.
From a psychological point of view.
Guan Yingjun avoided real clues and placed his hopes on other people's vague judgments. What he wanted to know was never "Is there any problem with Jian Ruochen?" He wanted to get the answer "Jian Ruochen is absolutely fine."
He longed for this answer from the most authoritative person in his life.
Perhaps even Guan Yingjun himself did not notice this desire.
Jian Ruochen swallowed and sat on the small sofa that had appeared in the Serious Crime Unit A office at some point, looking at Guan Yingjun behind the L-shaped desk.
At the end of January, Hong Kong is at the end of winter and the beginning of spring.
Everyone started to reduce their clothing, taking off their heavy coats and putting on thinner shirts and trousers.
Guan Yingjun was no exception. He had already taken off his bulletproof vest, revealing the white shirt underneath. He leaned back in the swivel seat with a solemn expression.
When the patrolman who bought the information heard that he was going to be fired, he was stunned for a moment, then he immediately repented with tears in his eyes, "I didn't know that the reporter was Lu Qian's man. I really won't do it again next time. I am willing to suspend my job for a period of time to reflect on myself. Sir Guan... please give me another chance."
Guan Yingjun reached out and threw the document in front of the man, "The General Administration does not keep anyone who has made a mistake."
He was extremely cold, his eyes sweeping across the patrolman's face, "What kind of cases does West Kowloon face? If I keep you here, I'm harming others."
Duan Ming is an exception. Who would have thought that the shy old classmate of 10 years was actually an undercover agent sent in by Lu Qian?
Jian Ruochen's breathing stagnated slightly.
When Guan Yingjun reached out to throw the document, the shirt on the ironing board was slightly tightened, outlining the lines of his shoulders, chest and arms. The muscles are dormant in the skin and flesh, looking smooth and firm.
Jian Ruochen thought of the scene when Guan Yingjun pulled Yao Yingzhe back from the balcony.
She pursed her lips and licked her lip lines again.
The boy's gaze seemed to have substance. Guan Yingjun's eyes moved slightly, but he saw that Jian Ruochen had already withdrawn his gaze and was looking up at the lamp.
Jian Ruochen narrowed his eyes and suddenly felt that the light tube seemed different.
It's not dazzling anymore.
He suddenly said, "Sir Guan, did you change the light bulb?"
Guan Yingjun was startled, and felt a little sweat on his neck. He reached out and touched it, and whispered, "Hmm."
Not Guan Yingjun, not Inspector Guan.
It’s Sir Guan.
Jian Ruochen's eyes curved, and he leaned on the small sofa in front of the coffee table and smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Guan, for taking care of me so much. It seems that I can only stay in Group A at night, and I can't go anywhere until my eyes get better."
The lights in the police station cannot be replaced whenever you want. You need to apply and call the manufacturer to investigate and do background checks on the manufacturer.
Guan Yingjun is not the type of person who would bother others for personal matters.
He actually finished all this by himself in one morning.
Jian Ruochen's mouth is sweetest when he is happy. He looked at the light above his head and gave Guan Yingjun a way out. "Inspector Guan, please treat me to breakfast after the exercise tomorrow."
Guan Yingjun's Adam's apple rolled and even a little sweat appeared on his forehead.
The crying patrolman has been taken away. The serious crime squad has made some achievements today and there is no rush to work overtime. The rest of Group A has already happily left work and gone home for dinner.
There were only two of them in the entire office at this time.
Jian Ruochen raised his eyes and looked around, then suddenly stood up and walked in front of Guan Yingjun.
He leaned on the table and looked into Guan Yingjun's eyes.
There are still documents on the desk that the sir dropped when he got angry just now.
The thing was a blue glossy plastic shell. When he pressed hard, it immediately slipped. Jian Ruochen suddenly lost his balance, and when he pushed his hand down, he touched Guan Yingjun's thigh.
Guan Yingjun reached out and put his arm around his waist to help him steady his body.
Jian Ruochen moved his fingertips and wanted to retract his hand, but when he thought of the answer that psychology told him, he suddenly didn't want to retract it anymore.
He wanted more concrete answers.
I want to hear the confession from Sir Guan’s mouth.
Why do people need to be curious?
The doubts keep coming back to my mind, making me feel anxious and worried.
Jian Ruochen tightened his fingers a little and immediately felt the muscles under his fingertips tense and become as hard as stone.
The light from the new lamp is very soft, close to the sunlight shining indoors. It is soft when it shines down and does not sting the eyes, but is very clear.
It was so clear that Jian Ruochen saw a drop of sweat falling from Guan Yingjun's forehead, hanging on the tip of his chin, and gathering into a water bead.
It's not even February yet...
Jian Ruochen reached out and wiped his chin with the back of his hand.
The man's jaw immediately tightened, he clenched his teeth tightly, and forced a breath out of his throat, "Jian Ruochen."
"Hmm?" Jian Ruochen blinked, feeling his hands a little sore, so he moved slightly.
Guan Yingjun took a breath of cold air.
He reached out and brought Jian Ruochen's hands together, holding them with one hand, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Jian Ruochen, don't do this..."
What if you don’t want it?
I just wiped the sweat off my face and rested my hand on his leg.
Is Jian Ruochen testing him?
Still playing him?
Guan Yingjun felt a sore gum and swallowed, the tip of his Adam's apple sliding up and down in the skin of his neck.
Jian Ruochen looked at him, his fingertips curled up due to the heat from Guan Yingjun's palm. His mind was a little confused, as if it was soaked in black tea. "You like men, don't you?"
A late winter breeze blew in through the open windows of West Kowloon, rustling the scattered files of Group A.
Guan Yingjun suddenly let go of Jian Ruochen's hand.
Jian Ruochen was stunned, and his center of gravity immediately shifted. He fell forward with half of his body falling into the man's arms.
With a "pop" sound.
The newly replaced light tube in group A suddenly flashed and went out.
In the dark office, in the narrow gap between the office chair and the desk, Jian Ruochen smelled the scent on Guan Yingjun's body, and his words couldn't help but carry a sense of momentum.
Somehow, he desperately wanted a "yes" or "no" answer.
Jian Ruochen opened his mouth slightly, but before he could say anything, he heard Guan Yingjun's strong and rapid heartbeat.
Suddenly, a hand came from behind his waist and moved him forward.
Jian Ruochen was unable to dodge, so he bent his legs and sat astride Guan Yingjun's legs.
He backed off again.
Maybe I shouldn't ask.
Things like this are better left unspoken.
Guan Yingjun lowered his head in the darkness and uttered "hmm" softly.
Low and sexy.
Jian Ruochen felt some sweat on his back.
He supported himself on Guan Yingjun's shoulders and tried to stand up, but the hand around his waist was more rigid than the golden hoop on Sun Wukong's head.
It's impossible to move.
Jian Ruo calmed down and asked again, "Is it me that you like?"
He regretted asking the question and wanted to pinch Guan Yingjun's ears and shout at him: Didn't you hear it!
Hey, what are you curious about?
What if Guan Yingjun just had some physical reaction and didn't like him at all? How would it end?
He is too impulsive.
So hot.
Jian Ruochen rubbed his burning cheek with the back of his hand and felt beads of sweat oozing out of every pore.
He felt regretful and curious about what Guan Yingjun would say.
Guan Yingjun's breathing suddenly became heavier.
So...is Jian Ruochen testing him or questioning him?
If he said yes and made people angry, how would things end?
Darkness breeds panic.
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At the same time, inside Jiangting Mansion, Lu Qian stood in front of Jiang Hanyu.
There was only one light in the living room, which made the two faces look eerie.
Lu Qian looked at Jiang Hanyu's sad red eyes and asked softly, "Did you buy the 800 million you gave me in exchange for a company that will earn 8 billion a day in the future?"
He didn't understand: "Why are you so..."
fool?
Just sell it to someone else.
It just happened to be this time.
But the person who bought it was Jian Ruochen.
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