Chapter 54 Consultant Jian, great!
The old-fashioned semi-automatic pistol was restored in Guan Yingjun's hands.
The pitch-black gun body felt cold to the touch.
Jian Ruochen gripped the gun handle, raised his hand and glanced at the target paper, and felt much more comfortable. The groove at the aiming point happened to be stuck at the center of the crosshairs.
He lowered his hands and looked sideways at Mr. Gong, "Sir, I haven't asked for your name yet."
The man was startled, raised his left hand and blew away his prickly hair, "Gong Yingjie."
"Mr. Gong." Jian Ruochen raised his hand and gestured to the gun, "Please go first."
With this concession, the situation immediately became tense.
Gong Yingjie originally wanted to show some strength so that Jian Ruochen could lose with dignity, but now his fighting spirit has been aroused.
Wouldn't this open the eyes of young people who are ignorant of the immensity of the world?
He walked forward with a smile, and someone immediately pulled the electric slide with the target paper in front of him, replaced a new target paper on it, and adjusted it to the ten-meter position.
Gong Yingjie said calmly: "20 meters."
He said as he looked at Jian Ruochen, who was fearless and said, "I'll shoot 20 meters, you can do whatever you want, but don't accuse me of bullying the younger generation."
Jian Ruochen smiled and said, "Okay."
Zhang Xingzong was so anxious that he was circling around Guan Yingjun, "Sir Guan, why didn't you stop him? Gong Yingjie is a famous sharpshooter at the shooting range!"
Guan Yingjun remained motionless, "Yes."
"..." Zhang Xingzong choked and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "If Little God of Wealth loses, he will have to stay in the Organized Crime Investigation Division for a week. What if he doesn't like the Serious Crime Unit after he gets there?"
He was used to the good life with Jian Ruochen around, and really didn't want to give the little god of wealth away to others.
Not even a week!
Guan Yingjun glanced at Zhang Xingzong calmly, "He will win."
Bang!
Gong Yingjie fired the first shot.
Ten rings!
There were quiet cheers from the Criminal Investigation Department.
After Gong Yingjie fired a shot, he calmed down, focused his mind, stared straight at the center of the target, and fired nine shots in a row.
Bang bang bang bang——
A faint smell of gunpowder drifted in the air. Jian Ruochen sniffed. When he was a child, the military camp shooting range was always filled with this smell, and he liked it very much.
The target paper not far away showed Gong Yingjie's superb shooting skills.
The police officer who looked up at the target paper said in surprise: "Ten bullets, eight ten-rings, two nine-rings! Sir Gong, your marksmanship has improved again! So impressive."
“Hahahaha.” Gong Yingjie laughed heartily, “If you come here to play every day, of course you have to make some progress.”
He turned to look at Jian Ruochen, "How about it, little God of Wealth, do you want to admit defeat?"
Jian Ruochen also smiled with eyes curved: "You have to give it a try, right? Just face the challenge head on."
"Okay, okay." Gong Yingjie smiled and put his hands on his hips, "You have great ambition."
The people who were practicing shooting nearby stopped practicing and all gathered around to watch the fun.
A few sharp-eyed police officers figured out something was going on.
“Huh? Jian Ruochen’s words were clearly meant to provoke, but why do they make people feel so comfortable?”
They observed Jian Ruochen.
"This reloading technique is quite skillful."
"Don't tell me...Sir Gong loses miserably in terms of being pleasing to the eye. Long hair looks really good. Do you think I should grow some too?"
"You? Forget it!"
Jian Ruochen loaded ten bullets into the magazine, pushed the pistol into place, and with a click, the gun was loaded and locked.
Guan Yingjun helped him pull down the target paper clip and replace it with new target paper. When he bent his arms, the muscles hidden under the white shirt rippled, making the shirt flat and smooth. He pulled the controller forward. "Ten meters?"
Jian Ruochen shook his head, "Twenty meters."
The target paper rustled and stopped at a position of 20 meters.
20 meters sounds close, but actually, when you look through the crosshairs, you can only see a small white cloth.
Zhang Xingzong was so worried when he saw it. "Hey, 20 meters! I couldn't even see any red dots on the target when I pulled it to 20 meters!"
It’s too far away, it makes me panic just listening to it.
The police officer who was practicing with Zhang Xingzong muttered, "This is what people without talent are like."
Someone came up to Zhang Xingzong and said, "Isn't your little god of wealth a little too proud of himself? There's no need for 20 meters, right?"
"That's right. Mr. Gong has already let him go, so why shouldn't he appreciate it? It's only ten meters, so even if he loses, his result will look better."
Zhang Xingzong clenched his fist.
Although he didn't think Consultant Jian could win, it was still infuriating to see people from their serious crime unit being looked down upon like this.
If only Consultant Jane could win.
Open the eyes of those who look down on young people and who take advantage of the fact that they have been in the industry for a long time and talk nonsense!
Even if you don't make money, you still have to save face.
God bless you to win.
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The moment Jian Ruochen raised the training gun.
The whispering in the entire training ground stopped instantly.
Most people think that Jian Ruochen should lose, but there is always a voice in their hearts.
Hasn’t this man created enough miracles in West Kowloon?
Will there be one more in a while?
The burning gaze fell on his back, but Jian Ruochen seemed unaware.
He straightened his back, with his left foot in front and his right foot behind, his legs apart, his left hand outstretched to support his right hand, the lower three fingers of his right hand holding the gun, his palm pressed against the butt, and his index finger lightly placed outside the trigger guard.
Jian Ruochen took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, closed his left eye, and looked at the crosshairs.
The boy's breathing was particularly obvious in the silent shooting range.
At this moment, a conclusion came to everyone's mind - he had practiced it.
This posture is so standard that it looks like it was taken from a textbook!
"Bang!"
As if in response, the bullet was fired and a hole was created on the target paper with a "pop" sound.
Zhang Xingzong raised his eyes and saw, "Ten rings!"
20 meters, ten rings, the person who shot it has never been to the police academy!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Continuous gunshots rang out, twice per second, which could be called rapid shooting.
After firing 8 shots, the muzzle in the center of the target paper condensed into a continuous hole.
The ten-ring area was completely empty.
There is an area of the ten rings. In shooting competitions, the center of the bull's eye is called the 10.9 ring.
Gong Yingjie's ten rings were scattered throughout the ten ring area, but Jian Ruochen's ten rings were only in one point.
There are also differences between the ten rings.
Zhang Xingzong was stunned.
What was he worried about?
No wonder Sir Guan was so calm and composed, he must have seen the heroic performance of Consultant Jian!
Just have seen it, why are you covering it so tightly?
So polite! It made him scared!
Two more shots!
Gong Yingjie clenched his fists and silently said to himself, "Hit it! Hit it! Hit it! Hit it! Hit it!
It doesn't matter whether it's embarrassing or not, the main thing is that they are really jealous of the little god of wealth.
He really needs it!
As long as Jian Ruochen can hit a 7 ring, he will win even if the last shot hits a 10 ring.
Beat it, beat it, beat it...
"Bang!"
Jian Ruochen pulled the trigger.
Everyone looked up at the remote viewing TV screen.
Another ten rings hitting the bull's eye!
There's a leak in the middle of the target paper.
Jian Ruochen glanced at Gong Yingjie's face and finally chose the latter between letting someone hang around and being worldly-wise.
He slightly tilted the gun and fired the last shot at the black line where the red heart and the nine rings met.
Gong Yingjie: …
When doing favors, you don't have to be so obvious.
He took a deep breath and clasped his fists towards Jian Ruochen, "I admit defeat."
Zhang Xingzong was stupid, "If I had a fraction of this talent, I wouldn't have to practice for three years before I got a gun license."
God is so unfair, I feel like crying.
Jian Ruochen put down the gun and said, "I missed the target at the beginning too. I just need to practice more."
Zhang Xingzong: …
"You are so nice, you are willing to lie to me."
After the words fell, the police officers staring at Jian Ruochen and Gong Yingjie seemed to have just reacted, laughing and shouting in unison:
“What an amazing technique!”
"What's the trick? Can you teach us?"
"Oh my god, I thought you were going to lose."
Not only did they think they would lose, they even felt that Jian Ruochen was overestimating himself by competing in the same 20-meter race as Gong Yingjie.
But this is not overestimating one's own abilities, the person is very self-aware.
"Great..." Gong Yingjie shrugged at his team members, "I just don't have the ability to win a little God of Wealth for you guys."
Who knew that the consultant Guan Yingjun invited to join the team was actually such a versatile person?
This consultant Jian is really awesome.
Gong Yingjie stood by and pondered for a while, and suddenly realized that after this competition, the police officers at the shooting range had dispelled the sense of crisis that Jian Ruochen's ability to shoot posed a "threat" to them.
They went from worrying that Jian Ruochen's armed gun would pose a threat to their career advancement to now being completely convinced.
Jian Ruochen actually only used ten bullets.
Is he being used?
Jian Ruochen finally dealt with the enthusiastic regional police officers, squeezed out of the crowd, walked up to Gong Yingjie, extended his hand to him, and said politely: "Thank you, Sir Gong, for showing mercy."
Gong Yingjie shook his hand and said, "You really are..."
Jian Ruochen saw his eyebrows raised and a playful expression on his face, and he knew that the senior inspector had reacted.
To be able to advance in the West Kowloon Regional Police Station, one must be extremely smart and rely on meritorious service to achieve success. Or they are elites who have both intelligence and EQ and are much better than ordinary people.
Guan Yingjun is the former, and Gong Yingjie is the latter.
Jian Ruochen smiled and blinked, "I'll treat you guys to afternoon tea, Mr. Gong."
He took out a recharge card from the coffee shop downstairs from his pocket and handed it over, "There's 5,000 in it, eat and drink well."
The feeling that had just risen in Gong Yingjie's heart immediately disappeared completely.
He took the brown membership card and hooked Jian Ruochen's shoulder, "I won't be polite with you. We are acquainted with each other. Do you really not consider coming to our place and giving it a try?"
Jian Ruochen looked into the distance.
Guan Yingjun stood in the corner of the crowd and raised his eyes as if he had realized something.
Their eyes met in mid-air for a moment, and the burning, straightforward yet restrained emotion in Guan Yingjun's eyes was so scorching that it was hard to bear.
Jian Ruochen looked away, slipped away from the arm-in-arm contact, and deliberately frowned and said, "Mr. Gong, the serious crime team is very busy. I beat you on purpose so that I don't have to work two jobs!"
Gong Yingjie was completely amused. Jian Ruochen was really funny.
It's easy to make people happy.
How come Guan Yingjun is so lucky!
After Jian Ruochen ran away, the police officers from the Organized Crime Investigation Division came forward. The police officer who had urged Gong Yingjie to show off his masculinity said timidly, "Boss, I'm sorry..."
"What's there to be embarrassed about?" Gong Yingjie patted his head. "Here, Little God of Wealth will treat us to afternoon tea, 5,000 yuan."
"Wu~"
The Criminal Investigation Department has never had such abundant funds for afternoon tea!
The police officers at the shooting range were thinking about what kind of coffee to drink.
Outside the shooting range, Jian Ruochen returned to Group A and filled out the gun application form brought by Guan Yingjun word by word.
Logically, Guan Sir's paranoia should have flared up, asking questions like "Where did you practice shooting?" and "Why are you so good at it the first time you touched it?"
But no.
For ten minutes, Guan Yingjun sorted out the scattered documents on the table without saying a word. Finally, he only asked, "Are you thirsty?"
Jian Ruochen licked his lips subconsciously, and felt a little stinging.
He nodded: "Yeah."
Guan Yingjun picked up the thermos, made a cup of warm lemon water and placed it on the table.
Jian Ruochen held the lemonade in his hand and drank it. The lemonade tasted sour and sweet, and was much better than plain water.
He doesn't like drinking plain water, but Guan Yingjun seems to like it.
Guan Yingjun has a very bland taste and likes everything that is bland. When eating, he separates rice and vegetables to prevent vegetable juice from getting on the rice. He drinks latte without sugar. There are no drinks or snacks in the office, only a clean glass without even any tea stains.
Jian Ruochen drank it all in one breath, "When did the serious crime team get the secret lemon slices?"
"No." Guan Yingjun said calmly, "There is a tea shop next to the car wash. I went there to buy some."
"Oh." Jian Ruochen stroked the glass, "Thank you, Mr. Guan."
Guan Yingjun smiled. He put the application form in his personal folder and locked it in a drawer. "I'll send you to school first. Submit the gun application online this afternoon. I'll try to get you a gun after the New Year."
He picked up his coat hanging on the back of the chair and said, "Let's go."
It's time to go to class.
Hong Kong University is a famous university, but the learning atmosphere is not relaxed. The School of Social Sciences is better than the Medical School.
After listening to a professional class and a public class, Jian Ruochen felt the spiritual peace that he had not felt for a long time.
The old professor's speech was so hypnotic.
Feeling sleepy...
As he packed his textbooks, he yawned, with some moisture from the corners of his eyes due to fatigue.
When I held the book in my arms, someone sat down beside me.
Jian Ruochen turned around and saw a familiar face, who seemed to be Jiang Hanyu's little follower.
No way?
Are we going to invade his ears with the protagonist group's explosive lines again?
Jian Ruochen took a step forward and wanted to get up.
The visitor took out a bouquet of flowers and said, "Mr. Jian, I believed the rumors and said bad things about you before. I'm really sorry."
Jian Ruochen:?
He stopped running and sat back down.
Did people in Hong Kong in the 1990s all like to send flowers when apologizing?
Jian Ruochen took the bouquet and was silent for a while, "I'm sorry."
Just when that person thought he would not be forgiven.
Jian Ruo was silent and asked, "What's your name?"
Visitor: “…”
Jian Ruochen returned the flowers, "Jiang Hanyu told you clearly, didn't he?"
"Um."
Jian Ruochen looked at the man's sad face and wondered if he had cut ties with Jiang Hanyu, which was why he had the courage to come and apologize to him.
He thought for a moment and said, "Study hard and don't worry too much about the things around you. As for the apology, I didn't care about what you said before, and I won't accept your apology now."
After all, the person who really needs an apology is no longer in this world.
Jian Ruochen stood up and said, "Goodbye."
Before I took two steps, I was blocked by someone again. This time it was a senior from the Academy of Social Sciences, who also brought flowers.
Jian Ruochen was about to have PTSD, "Are you here to apologize too?"
The senior was stunned. "No, I want to invite you to dinner to ask about transferring to another department. How is the police department? It's hard to find a job in social sciences. I want to transfer to criminal psychology and work in the police department in the future!"
Jian Ruochen breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to take the flower. "Baby's breath, it's really beautiful."
He took out the decorative card from the bouquet and wrote down Professor Li's phone number and the books he needed to buy to transfer to the Criminal Psychology Department with a ballpoint pen. "Buy the books first and take a look. After you've memorized them, go talk to Professor Li. Professor Li values talent and will definitely be willing to give you some pointers."
The senior student held the small card in his hand, stunned again and again. Just like that, he got it?
He spoke so roundaboutly, but Jian Ruochen just raised his hand and gave the key information, even the teacher's phone number?
Doesn’t Jian Ruochen have any selfish motives?
Isn’t he afraid that Teacher Li will no longer pay attention to him after accepting other students?
Jian Ruochen held the baby's breath and said, "I'll take the flowers, but you don't need to pay for the meal."
After saying goodbye, he quickly ran out of the school, otherwise he didn't know how many people would stop him.
It's really strange. I feel like the debuff that isolates me from other people seems to have disappeared.
Jian Ruochen ran out of the school holding the flowers and got into Guan Sir's car to go home.
After a period of time spent going between home, school and the police station, the Spring Festival arrived in the blink of an eye.
The forensic doctors in West Kowloon finally closed the case, and Jiang Mingshan’s death warrant was released before the Spring Festival break.
Executed in three days.
Jian Ruochen was looking at the words in the news when he was grabbed by the happy Luo Binwen and was made to walk around in the living room.
Luo Binwen took care of the young master who couldn't waltz at all. He simply turned around twice and said, "Young master, do you need to renew your bank card?"
"Oh. Yes, yes." Jian Ruochen nodded, "Let's go tomorrow morning."
The news screen changed, and a sweet female voice came out: "Police report: West Bank suffered the largest armed robbery since its establishment, with five robbers..."
Jian Ruochen: ...
“Where is our money kept?”
"Hong Kong Bank." Luo Binwen didn't care. "Hong Kong Bank can only deposit some of your interest. We will deposit the bulk in Switzerland. You don't have to worry. Even if these people rob us, you won't lose much."
Rather than being robbed, Luo Binwen was more worried that the young master, who had little financial knowledge, would be recommended inexplicable financial products by the bank teller.
If you lose money from a robbery, you can blame others, it doesn’t matter.
You might blame yourself after being cheated out of money, but that’s not okay.
He nags: "Tomorrow, you'd better not buy any financial products casually."
Jian Ruochen: "Can't I buy gold?"
Gold bars, which Chinese doesn’t love them?
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