Chapter 59 Why can't the damn pager be muted?
There is a big temperature difference between day and night at the seaside.
After Jian Ruochen said this, he felt his nose itchy again, turned his back and sneezed twice.
Guan Yingjun unzipped his black windbreaker, took it off neatly, and raised his hand.
The hem of the jacket drew an arc in the air and landed on the shoulders with the remaining warmth.
Jian Ruochen smelled the scent of Guan Yingjun.
It's not the smell of tea smoke, more like the smell of mint after being slapped, but not quite.
Dry and cold, very special.
Guan Yingjun pulled the collar of his jacket and said, "Hand."
Jian Ruochen raised his eyes and said softly, "Forget it."
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyelids, grabbed the hem of his jacket, poked the zipper button in and pulled it up, "It's not worth getting sick at this time. You have to go to school and come to work at the police station. Your health is not good to begin with, and you're more likely to catch a cold and get sick after running around."
Jian Ruochen looked down at the hand pulling the zipper from bottom to top.
That makes sense.
It’s okay to get sick in order to keep your distance, but being sick will delay things.
Then it's not worth it.
He quickly put his left hand into his sleeve, then took the hot pot base in his right hand, and put his right hand into the warm jacket.
"Thank you, Mr. Guan." Jian Ruochen said with a smile, "Mr. Guan has a good physique. He can resist the cold wind by wearing only a single layer of clothes. I'm really envious."
Guan Yingjun said "hmm".
His eyes swept across the ends of Jian Ruochen's hair.
When the jacket was taken off, static electricity was generated by friction, which attracted a few strands of flying hair. The almost white hair was intertwined with the black hair, which added a bit of ambiguity.
The two walked silently along the Tsim Sha Tsui waterfront and came to the parking lot.
Jian Ruochen sat in the co-pilot seat, thinking about the fact that Lu Qian's entrance and exit to Tianquandu Entertainment City had been closed.
Most businessmen have their own social circles. Golf courses, horse farms, charity dinner halls and even calligraphy exchanges are places where they do business.
These people would never risk being manipulated by others to spend money with Lu Qian.
Clear-headed businessmen know that all kinds of intrigues are allowed in the business world, but business warfare tactics and crossing the illegal red line are two different things.
So without the high-spending criminal crowd, Tianquan is nothing.
Tianquan City is a huge behemoth that consumes water and electricity. Now Lu Qian has lost a large number of goods and his source of income, but he can still go in and out of Tianquan City. How come?
Can you still enjoy a bathhouse party if you have no money?
Jian Ruochen stroked the inner groove of the car door, thinking absentmindedly, it would be great if he could take a detour to explore.
As soon as this thought came to mind, a voice came from the side.
Guan Yingjun looked straight ahead and asked while driving: "Do you want to go to Tianquan to check it out?"
Jian Ruochen said: "I want to."
He turned his head to look at Guan Yingjun with a cold look in his eyes.
It was so dull that Guan Yingjun suspected he had said something wrong.
After that night, although they didn't talk about it openly, it was almost as if they were in the open.
Jian Ruochen is a smart man and a psychologist, so it is impossible for him not to see other people's feelings towards him.
He now wanted to talk openly with Jian Ruochen, but he was also afraid that if he talked too openly, they would be completely distanced from each other.
Jian Ruochen is so likable that he can get along well wherever he goes.
Jian Ruochen looked at Guan Yingjun for a while, then looked away. His empty thoughts floated around Tsim Sha Tsui, then fell back on the moving car.
The afterglow of the setting sun gradually appeared in the sky, shining brightly, illuminating the Victoria Harbour with extraordinary splendor, highlighting the true value of every inch of land.
The scene outside the window changed from a giant banyan tree that was as thick as a man's embrace to an ancient camphor tree. The overlapping green leaves gradually blocked out the sky, leaving behind the magnificent Tsim Sha Tsui at sunset.
When the light turned red, Guan Yingjun turned on the radio in the car.
The host's excited voice immediately resounded throughout the car.
Woman: "This year, the Hong Kong police's crime clearance rate has increased by a full 4 percentage points!"
Male: "Haha, that's a big push, it's all because of the increase in the last few months, right?"
The female host laughed and said, "Not all of them. Police officers all over Hong Kong are working hard to eliminate gangs and evil, but the West Kowloon police are working very hard."
The male host said: "With Madam Lin leading the CID, no matter how big the case is, it won't be a problem."
The female voice said angrily: "You men only know how to look at beautiful women. If I were to ask you, it should be Gong Sir and Guan Sir who deserve more credit, right? And that——"
She paused, and the man immediately said "Oh" twice, "West Kowloon Criminal Psychologist!"
"Six cases solved in two months. Wow, West Kowloon wasn't that efficient before he showed up."
"This time, Mr. Gong even went to the police station to thank him specially."
"Oh? Didn't Mr. Gong get threatened? The consultant even strongly condemned it to the media."
"No way, he just finished talking and went to help Mr. Gong solve the case. What are you condemning? He is helping his own media to boost its performance. STN's stock price has skyrocketed, and the acting manager over there is laughing so hard that his face is about to break. The boss is personally doing the performance..."
The man said, "Hey, she's rich and beautiful, I really don't know what kind of person he would like. With a face like mine, I'd feel ashamed standing next to him."
Jian Ruochen was so excited by the praise.
He raised his hand, turned the gear on the side of the radio, and changed the channel.
In the end, he was also praised, but this time the topic was - he joined a wealthy family at such a young age, his strength is unfathomable!
Jian Ruochen: ...
It feels like these media outlets are using him as a traffic password.
He simply turned the station to the music channel, and the sound on the radio finally changed to Teresa Teng's graceful voice.
After singing a song, Guan Yingjun parked his car in the parking lot on the commercial street next to Tianquandu.
Jian Ruochen tied her hair into a ball with a rubber band, "Sir Guan, do you have a hat?"
He pointed to his hair and said, "It's too noticeable."
Guan Yingjun opened the storage compartment, took out the fisherman's hat and put it on Jian Ruochen's head. The boy's face was immediately covered with only his chin.
Jian Ruochen pulled at his hat and finally adjusted it to a position that did not block his vision before he opened the door and got out of the car.
Tianquandu Entertainment City is built in Mong Kok Street, Yau Ma Tei, Kowloon District.
To the west is the Perth Street Sports Ground, to the east is Ferry Street, and not far to the south is the Tsim Sha Tsui Seaview Building.
It can be called the central building of Kowloon.
When the sound of the car door closing was heard, the street lights on both sides of the street lit up.
The stars are dotted, and the highly saturated colors of red, blue, yellow and green leap up and down, interweaving gorgeous and blurry colors.
The gate of Tianquandu is very tall, and the neon curved tube lights are intertwined and stacked to form a plaque of about six square meters.
The golden little light bulbs were flickering, forming a semicircle around the large golden characters in the center of the neon curved tube light frame - Tianquandu.
It has a kind of xx human flavor.
Jian Ruochen glanced around and his eyes fell on the cigarette store and Family Convenience Store opposite Tianquandu Entertainment City. "Let's go to the convenience store first?"
Lu Qian might be within Tianquan City, so approaching him rashly at this time is obviously not a good choice.
"Yeah." Guan Yingjun also glanced at the Family Convenience Store and saw the Spring Festival couplets placed on the counter. He whispered, "Pretend to pick Spring Festival couplets?"
"good."
The two had cooperated in investigations many times and had already developed a tacit understanding.
There is no need to rehearse the lines before reaching the counter.
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and flipped through the red papers piled on the counter one by one. "What kind of stickers are we going to put up this year?"
"Of course it has to be red with gold letters." Jian Ruochen wasn't sure whether the convenience store owner had been bribed by Lu Qian, so he didn't want to ask him directly.
I could only glance sideways at the scenery around Tianquan City while picking Spring Festival couplets.
"This one?" Guan Yingjun glanced around and saw a car parked not far from Tianquan. It was not expensive, but it was definitely new.
He picked up the Spring Festival couplets, pointed them in the direction of the car, and gently pushed them outward with his elbow.
Jian Ruochen raised his eyes and saw the couplets that read: The vast universe grows old together, the bright sun and moon compete for glory.
Beyond that, there is a new car.
Lu Qian is a person who is inherently vain and cannot change his vanity. He can't even pretend. He knows to replace his luxury car but doesn't know how to get an older one.
Suddenly, the side door next to the revolving door of Tianquan City opened, and Lu Qian walked out unexpectedly, his hair still dripping with water, and he showed no intention of hiding himself at all.
Jian Ruochen chuckled, turned around and said, "Look at something else."
The lady boss of the Family Convenience Store behind him smiled and said, "Isn't this one good? It's perfect for a newlywed."
Guan Yingjun put the spring couplets back on the table and said, "Take another look."
He didn't understand why the proprietress thought they were a couple, but when his eyes fell on Jian Ruochen's ridiculously large windbreaker, he suddenly understood.
The Family Convenience Store was not as big as the chain convenience store. In order to avoid Lu Qian’s sight, the two of them walked into the store at the same time and stopped at the place where the Chinese character “Fu” was sold.
Jian Ruochen looked at it for a while, then picked up the cloth chicken next to the word "Fu" and pinched it.
1993, the Year of the Rooster.
I'll buy two later.
Guan Yingjun turned his head and glanced outside the store, "Lu Qian walked this way."
The two of them were close to each other, with Jian Ruochen leaning half of his body against Guan Yingjun. He didn't care about anything ambiguous or not, his ears perked up, counting the footsteps.
Lu Qian walked into the cigarette shop nearby.
Jian Ruochen breathed a sigh of relief.
This guy is too alert. If he entered a convenience store, he really wouldn't know how to act.
The lady boss saw the two men facing each other over a frame of chickens and thought it was quite funny. "Why are you sticking together?"
She held the long, thin pipe in her hand and tapped it on the edge of the ashtray, and the ashes fell out of the mouth of the pipe.
The proprietress took a puff of her cigarette and looked at Guan Yingjun leisurely, "Handsome boy, do you have to hesitate for a long time before buying a chicken? The money belongs to your partner."
Guan Yingjun's ears suddenly turned red.
Jian Ruochen was afraid that the proprietress was Lu Qian's spy, so he took out a banknote and pointed at the cloth chicken and the golden word "Fu", "Wrap these two first, and choose the others, as well as the red envelope."
He looked behind the proprietress and saw the red paper package on top. "That one too."
The most important thing is to find a way to stop the boss lady from staring at them.
The proprietress took the money, put down her pipe, and went to take the red envelope with a happy smile, muttering auspicious words.
Jian Ruochen finally breathed a sigh of relief and openly listened to the cigarette shop next door.
Lu Qian seemed to be buying cigarettes.
"A pack of Marlboro please."
"Here, Boss Lu."
Lu Qian: "Are there any suspicious people nearby?"
"No." The owner of the tobacco shop hissed, "Since you haven't opened the shop, fewer people come to buy cigarettes from me. Today, only Brother Quan came and took away a pack of Nanyang Hongshuangxi, saying that he wanted to treat his brothers to smoke."
"Da Da, Chi——"
The sound of a metal lighter button rubbing came from the other side. Maybe Lu Qian lit a cigarette.
At this time, the boss took out a red envelope and said, "Here."
Jian Ruochen immediately said, "Thank you, pretty sister. I also want the basin on this side and the bag next to the basin."
Guan Yingjun reached out and patted Jian Ruochen's vest. Before he could say anything, he heard the proprietress smile and ask, "What size do you want?"
Jian Ruochen:?
What has size?
Just say a size at random, like the size of the clothes, "M."
The proprietress looked at the two of them again and again, shook her head and sighed, then stood on a chair and went to get the things, "Do you want them all?"
"Yes, yes." Jian Ruochen said, but his eyes and ears were not here.
The lady boss kept muttering, "How can we use up all this? Young people nowadays are like, tut tut."
She stopped talking, and Jian Ruochen finally heard what Lu Qian and the owner of the cigarette shop next door were saying.
Lu Qian: "...Duan Ming hasn't come to deliver any information in this period of time? He didn't pass on a single word about the last incident in Kowloon Walled City. Did something happen?"
"Brother Ming is here..." The cigarette shop owner hesitated.
Jian Ruochen was worried about him.
What are you holding back? Tell me now.
"Ming Ge didn't look like he slept well. He was a little suspicious. He kept looking behind him when he came. I asked him if someone was following him, but he didn't say anything."
Lu Qian said softly: "Doesn't he have Lin Zheng in his hand? What about over there?"
"Ah Zheng..." said the cigarette shop owner, "No news."
"Tsk." Lu Qian seemed a little impatient, "What about big brother? Has he sent anyone recently?"
“…No.” The owner of the cigarette shop was a little afraid that Lu Qian would suddenly get angry, so he spoke timidly.
Jian Ruochen wanted to listen more, but the proprietress came down with two things. She put the bags in the basin with a smile, "Do you want the Spring Festival couplets?"
"Let's pay the bill together." Jian Ruochen said, wishing he could stretch his ears to the next room to listen.
Guan Yingjun looked at the contents of the basin, and hesitated to speak. Before he could say anything, he heard -
“Beep, beep, beep—”
The sound was so loud that it startled the three people present.
It’s Sir Guan’s pager!
Guan Yingjun took it out and hung up the phone immediately, then looked at the words on the pager: [The test report of vitamin B is out, there is something fishy, who took this? How are you now? Sir Guan, do you want to come over? 】
Jian Ruochen's heart began beating wildly when he thought of the vitamin that could knock down an adult if he took four pills.
I was half surprised by the answer, and half frightened by the sudden sound.
He finally understood why in early Hong Kong films there were policemen lurking in parking lots and being exposed when their pagers suddenly went off.
It’s not that the screenwriter is stupid, it’s that this thing can’t be muted at all!
Silent cell phones are a great invention...
Jian Ruochen grabbed Guan Yingjun's arm tightly.
Both of them were concentrating and calming down. The only sound in the entire convenience store was the sound of the proprietress counting money on the abacus.
Not far away, Lu Qian asked, "Why is there a pager sound?"
He raised his voice slightly and said, "Sister Cui, do you have any customers in your store?"
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