Chapter 61: Sucking Clothes
Jian Ruochen opened the folded part of the newspaper.
There is a photo of Jiang Mingshan in a suit and tie, toasting and chatting at Jiang Hanyu's engagement party.
The dazzling lights, the extravagant outfits, the smug faces.
Xiang Jingrong came over with the photo and followed Jian Ruochen's line of sight. "It's only been over a month, but things and people have changed."
He leaned against the desk and said, "Thanks to you, otherwise I really don't know when I can catch Jiang Mingshan."
Jian Ruochen folded the newspaper and said, "It's not just my credit."
Xiang Jingrong handed over the thing in his hand, "Photo."
Several photos have sharp colors and clear black and white.
After opening it, the back also has detailed information about the tire model, truck type and estimated load.
Jian Ruochen was stunned, "Xiang Sir?"
Xiang Jingrong raised his hand and touched the back of his neck. "I guessed you needed it, so I did a trace analysis."
The box of cigarettes Guan Yingjun gave him was really hot, and he would feel guilty if he didn't do something.
"Thank you." Jian Ruochen flipped through the sheets one by one.
He had definitely seen this mark.
Such double-wheel ruts usually appear under trucks with heavier loads.
As for the vans related to Lu Qian...
There was only the car that the thugs drove away when they were transferring the finished drugs on the day when CIB closed down the 1892 bar!
But why would that truck that specializes in transporting drugs enter and leave Tianquandu?
Could it be that Lu Qian placed all the few remaining goods there?
Jian Ruochen's heart was beating wildly, and he suddenly felt as if he had touched Lu Qian's vital point.
“Beep, beep, beep!”
The pager on the table suddenly rang.
Jian Ruochen was so frightened that he stood straight. He subconsciously touched his pocket and put his hand in it, then he remembered that the clothes belonged to Guan Sir.
There was no pager in his pocket, only a cold hip flask.
Xiang Jingrong was amused and picked up the pager to look at it, "Are you so sensitive to the pager ringtone? Oh, it's Guan Sir calling you."
Jian Ruochen breathed a sigh of relief and raised the photo in his hand, "Thank you, Sir Xiang."
This ringtone is really scary, comparable to the default alarm tone on Apple phones in 2030.
People in the 90s certainly don’t understand the fear that people in 2030 will have about ringing phones and alarms.
I have to invest more money in that computer technology company someday so that they can develop a mobile phone that can silent vibrate as soon as possible...
The electric cooker borrowed by Group D is extremely powerful.
Jian Ruochen had just walked to the door when he heard the bubbling sound of hot water.
When I opened the door, three baskets of washed and selected vegetables and frozen meat were placed on the coffee table.
Guan Yingjun had his shirt sleeves half rolled up and was using a long-handled soup spoon to stir the water in the pot.
The spicy aroma of red oil rushes to the tip of the nose, making the mouth moist.
Jian Ruochen closed the door with his backhand, "Sir Guan, we got the photos, and Sir Xiang did a track analysis for us."
Guan Yingjun responded, poured the fresh wild mushrooms into the soup, wiped his hands, took the photo and looked at it, "Van?"
Jian Ruochen: "Well, I guess it might be the car that Lu Qian used to transport goods on the day the 1892 Bar was closed down."
Guan Yingjun stood up and put the photos he had just read on his desk. "It is indeed possible, but unfortunately the Lu family has someone above them. It is good enough that Ji Bailou can get a search warrant. Last time, they got a search warrant but found nothing, which was already criticized. If they want to apply for another one, and the reason is still to check the closed Tianquan City... I guess it will be difficult to get approved."
Jian Ruochen stared at the mushrooms tumbling in the pot with the heat, "Does Lu Qian have such a strong backer?"
"The Lu family has been rooted in Hong Kong since the Qing Dynasty, and over the years they have developed their own network of contacts."
Guan Yingjun opened two bottles of yogurt, handed one to Jian Ruochen, stood up to skim the foam in the hot pot, put the meatballs and fish fillets in before sitting back down.
The heat is stifling.
It didn't take long for people to blush.
Jian Ruochen was frying the meat, muttering, "It would be nice if there was sesame sauce."
When eating hotpot in Liaoning, the boss always prepares a bowl of sesame sauce for them, which tastes really good.
Guan Yingjun picked up a few plastic bags tied together and said, "Here's the dipping sauce."
This was found by the informant who makes a living in the fish market in the south. He never thought that one day he would use the informant network to find spices.
Jian Ruochen finished preparing the dipping sauce and ate while listening to Guan Yingjun talking about the Lu family's situation.
There are only two children in the Lu family. The eldest son, Lu Rong, and Lu Qian have the same father but different mothers.
Lu Rong developed his business on Xiangjiang Island and Lu Qian developed his business on Kowloon Peninsula. They did not interfere with each other for many years until three years ago when the head of the Lu family was seriously ill and hospitalized.
A battle for victory has begun...
From Guan Yingjun's description, Jian Ruochen could vaguely get a glimpse of the parts that were not mentioned in the book "The Rich Family".
The three-year struggle was extremely fierce, and the Lu family's family affection was in name only. The mothers of Lu Qian and Lu Rong also died one after another in these three years.
At this point, the battle had reached the most critical moment.
"Does Lu Qian's brother abide by the law?" Jian Ruochen took out a spoonful of clams with a colander, his face flushed with spiciness.
Guan Yingjun glanced over and retracted his gaze as if he was burned. "No one in the Lu family abides by the law. However, Lu Rong is mainly active in Xiangjiang Island. It is the business of the Xiangjiang Royal Police Department to arrest him."
"Oh." Jian Ruochen ate one clam at a time and glanced at Guan Yingjun's dish out of the corner of his eye.
It turned out to be a bowl of vinegar with yellow flocs floating in it!
"What kind of vinegar is that?"
Guan Yingjun's voice was a little hoarse, "Grapefruit vinegar."
He raised his hand and finished the yogurt next to him, then opened another bottle.
Jian Ruochen smiled. Sir Guan even knew to drink yogurt to relieve the spiciness. "You really can't eat spicy food? Then why did you ask me to eat with you?"
Guan Yingjun was silent for a while.
Just when Jian Ruochen thought he would not answer, a very bland statement came from the side: "I just want to have dinner with you, it doesn't matter what we eat."
Jian Ruochen choked, his throat moved subconsciously, and he swallowed the half-chewed meatball in his mouth whole.
He didn't care that the tip of his tongue was numb from the heat and his eyes widened in shock.
Guan Yingjun handed over the peeled shrimp meat and asked, "What's wrong?"
He carefully observed Jian Ruochen's expression and found that there was only surprise on that peach blossom face, without disgust or rejection, so he curled his lips and said, "Eat shrimp."
Jian Ruochen ate them one by one, looking a little dazed while eating.
Is this such a common thing to say?
How could you say that?
It seemed as if he wasn't embarrassed at all, and acted very naturally.
Guan Yingjun said, "After this meal, I will pick a time to show your medical records to Butler Luo. The doctor said you have to avoid certain foods. The soup base is too spicy. You can't eat too much."
Jian Ruochen fiddled with the meatballs in the bowl, watching them sink and float in the sesame sauce, and uttered a low "oh".
I have to go home with a full belly.
Eating hotpot is a great way to enhance relationships.
After all, you can't just eat and do nothing, so you can still chat about work.
The meal took nearly three hours.
Finally, Jian Ruochen took off his coat, chewed the food so slowly that he almost had to force it down, and after finishing it, he fell on the sofa and took ten minutes to come to his senses.
He felt that what he was eating today was not hotpot, but the recollection of the friendship and "family affection" that ended in vain in his previous life.
The teachers and instructors are all very nice to them.
Sometimes he would want to go back and eat the frozen pear that he and his roommate had buried in the thick snow on the balcony and had not had time to dig out.
Jian Ruochen was a little dazed, leaning silently on the armrest of the sofa, his breathing slightly heavy.
Actually, there is nothing wrong with coming to this era.
He had enough money to spend in three lifetimes, a housekeeper who treated him like a father and a friend, and like a family member, and a group of colleagues who could move forward and laugh together.
Now he can still remember the faces of his roommates at the China Criminal Police School, and the military compound that raised him.
But in a few years, this memory may gradually fade away.
Jian Ruochen rubbed the wet wipes with his fingers, his eyes felt a little sore, and he blinked hard. Before he could blink away the moisture, he saw Guan Yingjun who had finished dealing with the pots and pans and was wiping his hands with a handkerchief.
Guan Yingjun saw his eyes and paused, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Jian Ruochen smiled and said with a nasal tone: "Hot pot has a strong aftereffect, a little spicy."
After a pause, he added, "It makes me sad to think that I won't be able to eat it next time."
He said, standing up, "I'm going to the bathroom."
Guan Yingjun watched the door close and his eyes fell back on the back of the sofa.
A black windbreaker was draped there.
He picked up the clothes, and somehow unfolded it and shook it flat. He looked at it for a while, and although it was obviously very hot, he put it on anyway.
Inside the room, the air was filled with the lingering smell of hot pot, but Guan Yingjun could smell the scent of Jian Ruochen on the clothes.
Fresh and clean, with a light grapefruit scent, mixed with a hint of the sweetness of shower gel.
Guan Yingjun zipped up his pants, turned around, pulled up the blinds, opened the window, and a cool breeze blew in. It blew up the work documents but did not cool down the restlessness in my heart.
Guan Yingjun leaned on the windowsill and thought.
Judging from Jian Ruochen's performance today, he doesn't seem to be really annoying.
Jian Ruochen seems to be nice to everyone, but in fact he has a strong sense of propriety. If he really hates a suitor, he will definitely draw a line in the sand and will not eat the shrimp peeled by that person.
Guan Yingjun laughed softly and thought that pursuing Jian Ruochen was quite interesting.
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Jian Ruochen washed his face in the bathroom, gathered his thoughts, and returned to the office to sit for a while. Only when his stomach felt less uncomfortable did he leave and take Guan Yingjun's car home.
It just so happened that Luo Binwen had also finished his work.
As soon as Jian Ruochen entered the room, he was looked up and down.
Butler Luo was sure that the young master didn't lose a single hair to the robbers, so he breathed a sigh of relief, "I asked the bank president to send the surveillance video at that time. You are really..."
God knows how terrified he was when he saw the young master pressing the gun with his chin.
"Uncle Luo." Jian Ruochen took out the things he bought at the convenience store to divert the housekeeper's attention, "Let's put up Spring Festival couplets together. I won't do this again next time!"
Luo Binwen said: "I don't believe..."
He paused, looking a little strange, and reached into the plastic bag and rummaged around, "So many?"
"I just bought a pair of spring--" Jian Ruochen stopped talking abruptly, and suddenly thought of the things he had bought in a hurry to delay the boss's wife.
"Uncle Luo, listen to me..."
Luo Binwen smiled and said, "It's okay, I understand. Let's put up the Spring Festival couplets first."
Jian Ruochen: ...
I really bought the wrong one.
Can he use size M? It's useless...
Thanks to the efforts of both of them, this pair of Spring Festival couplets was pasted neatly and beautifully.
Fu is down.
Jian Ruochen also did it.
Forget it, let's leave it at that.
He was so preoccupied with questioning Jiang Mingshan about the source of vitamin B that he couldn't sleep long and woke up at seven o'clock the next morning.
I ate too much yesterday, so I didn’t feel hungry after cleaning up. I just sat at the dining table, drank some milk, ate an egg, and waited for Guan Yingjun to come, then took a bus to Kowloon Prison not far from the Kowloon Magistrates’ Courts.
Sir Guan’s face is the best pass in Kowloon Prison.
From prison guards to wardens, I know everyone. After entering, I was taken directly to the meeting room without any application.
The split interview is safe and transparent.
There is a transparent tempered glass wall with air holes in the center of the meeting room, dividing the room into two.
The innocent are out there.
The guilty ones are inside.
"Wait a moment, both of you." The prison guard said, "I'll go and bring Jiang Mingshan over."
After the court handed down the death sentence, Jiang Mingshan was transferred from the court detention center to the Kowloon Prison under the jurisdiction of the court.
The once glorious man had become dull and numb when he reappeared. When Jiang Mingshan saw the person in front of him, a hint of madness appeared in his eyes.
Jian Ruo looked at him quietly.
Jiang Mingshan sat down behind the glass partition, a blush of excitement appearing on his face.
Jian Ruochen is here after all!
There must be a new opportunity in his case!
The prison guard uncuffed him, then closed the door and stood aside.
Before Jian Ruochen could say anything, Jiang Mingshan leaned forward, "Is there any hope for my case? I knew you wouldn't give up my property! Let me go! Let me out!"
Jian Ruochen stopped talking nonsense and got straight to the point by taking out a photo of vitamin B. "Do you recognize this?"
He stared at Jiang Mingshan, observing every inch of his expression.
Bewildered, he looked carefully, then lowered his eyelids in thought.
There was no trace of any micro-expression on Jiang Mingshan's face that could be seen as recalling memories. This means he has never seen such a thing.
Jian Ruochen narrowed his eyes and put down the photo.
"I know." Jiang Mingshan slammed the partition glass, "Let me out! I'll tell you once I get out."
"You're lying." Jian Ruochen brought a photo with the words "Vitamin B" close to Jiang Mingshan, "Then tell me what's in this bottle?"
Jiang Mingshan shouted almost crazily: "Vitamin B!"
Jian Ruochen remained silent.
Jiang Mingshan changed his words in panic: "Vitamin C! ... Tonic? No... It's, it's fish oil!"
This afternoon he will die.
He doesn't want to die.
Jiang Mingshan held onto the glass, almost putting his face close to it, his eyes full of crazy bloodshot, "The Jiang family is so rich, you won't think it's too much. I can buy your way to an official position, and I can do anything for you in the future!"
Jian Ruochen stood up.
Since it wasn't Jiang Mingshan who gave the vitamin B, there's nothing more to say.
He had little interest in watching a lost dog.
"Ding-ling-ling--"
The cell phone rings.
Jian Ruochen picked up the phone, "Hello?"
The voice on the other end was loud and excited, "Boss! Do you still remember me?"
Jian Ruochen looked at the caller ID and said in silence for a moment, "Go ahead."
Guan Yingjun curled his lips.
I definitely don't remember that tone.
The person on the other end of the phone said, "You have a unique vision! This electronic technology company sold by Jiang Hanyu actually has an unfinished server chip hidden in it! Jiang Mingshan, that idiot, actually cut off such a promising project! I used the recent profits to reinvest, and those scientists have finished that thing."
"If you increase the investment amount, we will immediately have our own working base station, and you can then monopolize the technology or sell the chips."
"This company will soar!" He really did not choose the wrong person!
Jian Ruochen said: "I will invest money, you just need to continue to do it, and discuss the details with Butler Luo."
In the 1990s, mobile phone receivers had poor confidentiality and the volume could not be adjusted. Men spoke loudly and were excited without any concealment.
Jiang Mingshan listened and his eyelids twitched with anger. "That rebellious Jiang Hanyu, he sold the electronic technology to you? That idiot!"
Jian Ruochen turned his head.
I don't understand how Jiang Mingshan has the nerve to call others stupid.
The prison guards behind couldn't bear to watch, "No. 2190, half of the Jiang family's businesses have been shut down, and the assets Jiang Hanyu inherited are less than one-third of your Dingsheng assets. You have no money left."
Jiang Mingshan's eyes went dark and his chest ached like a needle.
Guan Yingjun stated slowly: "Of the remaining one-third, nine-tenths are illegal properties. If we find evidence, these will eventually be seized, and the remaining tenth will be auctioned off by the court to repay the debt, and you will be penniless."
The Jiang family no longer has a foothold in Hong Kong.
Jiang Mingshan felt the blood rushing up his body.
He stared blankly at the bright and beautiful Jian Ruochen, then looked down at his brown prison uniform and bent down dejectedly.
His death date was one o'clock in the afternoon.
But I felt that the bullet had already entered my head.
At this moment, he is already dead.
All these years, he had exhausted all means and put a lot of effort to obtain the wealth, but it was just gone like that?
Evaporated!
The most valuable and promising industry was also bought by Jian Ruochen and put into his pocket!
Why!
Why does Jian Ruochen have such good luck and such good vision!
Jiang Mingshan felt a buzzing in his ears and his whole body began to tremble.
Before he died, he became a pauper again!
Poverty was something more terrible to him than death.
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Jian Ruochen didn't look at Jiang Mingshan again, then turned and left the prison.
The sun is shining outside and it's warm.
The sunburn made my bones numb.
Beside him, Guan Yingjun's cell phone rang.
He took it out and looked at it. "Ji Bailou's application to investigate Tianquandu again was indeed not approved."
Jian Ruochen was thoughtful.
Guan Yingjun added: "Madam said that there will be a meeting after the New Year to find a way to investigate the inside of Tianquan City."
Jian Ruochen asked: "What does Madam Lin want to do? How can we investigate without a search warrant?"
Guan Yingjun said: "Of course I will rely on you."
He paused, "What Ji Bailou can't get, Le Jinwen can send."
Jian Ruochen: ...So he used the back door.
"If we get a search warrant and find nothing inside Tianquan City, won't it affect Le Jinwen's career?"
Guan Yingjun opened the passenger door and motioned Jian Ruochen to get in the car, "So after we burn incense and worship Wong Tai Sin during the Chinese New Year, we will go search Tianquan City."
Jian Ruochen: "Ask the Bodhisattva to bless the serious crime team to win the first battle?"
Guan Yingjun's voice was filled with a hint of laughter. "May the Buddha bless Director Le with a smooth career. As for the serious crime team..."
He turned the key in the ignition and stepped on the accelerator.
The engine roared dully.
Guan Yingjun started the car and whispered, "Don't you have your blessing on the serious crime team? Little God of Wealth."
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