Chapter 62: Great Immortal, Great Immortal, when will Lu Qian go to jail?
Two days passed after I returned from Kowloon Prison.
The news of Jiang Mingshan's execution spread in the newspapers until the first day of the Lunar New Year. All the businessmen in Hong Kong became much more obedient. A large number of people came to the tax bureau to pay back taxes, and the money counting machines were almost broken.
Jian Ruochen saw this message. I realized that I had indirectly made the tax bureau work overtime and earn some money. I rubbed my nose guiltily, rolled up the newspaper into a small roll and stuffed it into the recycling bin and threw it away.
At half past nine, the doorbell rang.
Jian Ruochen went over to open the door and saw Guan Yingjun wearing a dark green long windbreaker outside.
The texture of the trench coat is very drapey.
When the wind blows, the hem flutters slightly, making the person look noble and elegant.
This was the first time they met since returning from Kowloon Prison.
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and looked at the man wearing a light yellow fleece hoodie and gray sweatpants. He paused before saying, "He went to Wong Tai Sin Temple."
"Hmm." When Jian Ruochen heard this, he thought of what Guan Yingjun had said one after another in the past two days.
Straightforward, brief and hot.
It's like taking a bite of mint with liquor poured over it.
He let go of the door handle, sat on the small sofa in the hallway and put on his shoes. His loose hair fell in front of his eyes, fluttering with his breathing.
Guan Yingjun looked at the white nape of Jian Ruochen's neck that was exposed between her hair, and felt that the person without her hair tied up looked a bit more lazy and carefree. "Why don't you tie your hair up?"
"I can't. It used to be done by Butler Luo. He went out very early, probably to discuss the server chip matter." Jian Ruochen said, standing up and putting his hair aside, picked up a black rubber band to tie it up perfunctorily, opened the coin box on the shoe cabinet, took out a stack of one thousand Hong Kong dollars before going out.
There was no way. Although one thousand dollars was the largest denomination of Hong Kong dollars, it was the smallest amount of money in their family.
Every day, the change would be given by Butler Luo to the kitchen to buy groceries, so he could only spend whole money every time.
Guan Yingjun glanced at his sweater pocket, which was not bulging at all even with 100,000 yuan stuffed in it, and asked, "Did you take the eye drops on time?"
"I ordered it." Jian Ruochen took out the bottle of medicine he carried with him and shook it. "There's still one third left."
The two men walked up to the white Toyota.
Guan Yingjun opened the car door and got in, with a hint of laughter in his voice: "So you lied to me when you said you were afraid of putting in eye drops."
Jian Ruochen imitated Guan Yingjun's attitude these past two days and said "hmm" frankly, "You are allowed to doubt me, but I am not allowed to lie to you?"
Guan Yingjun said: "I've said it before, you can do whatever you want to me."
His tone was indifferent, as if he was talking about the weather. His eyes were fixed straight ahead, and he was driving very attentively. "But I really want to help you put in some eye drops."
Jian Ruochen: ...Guan Yingjun is really a stubborn person.
Once you identify the wall you want to hit, you must hit it.
Once you have identified someone, you must pursue them.
Therefore, it was completely useless to implicitly distance yourself from me before.
It’s useless, forget it.
Guan Yingjun can always convey a feeling of calmness yet impact when he talks.
Like a hot steel knife.
Jian Ruochen didn't reply, raised his hand to grab the seat belt in front of his chest, and looked out the window.
Since more than sixty thugs were captured from the Kowloon Walled City last time and the walled city was thoroughly cleansed, the demolition process of the walled city has been much faster.
Half of the residents who originally lived there moved into public housing estates and temporary housing provided by the government.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the streets near Kowloon Walled City seem to be much cleaner.
As Jian Ruochen watched, a smile gradually formed on his lips.
When he first arrived, he only wanted to avenge the original owner, and then be a good policeman, repay the motherland for raising him, and implement the phrase "serve the people" that he had heard since he was a child.
But I never thought about how to do it.
He often wondered, what could a small policeman, like a screw, change other than punishing evil and promoting good and improving public security?
At least……
At least for now, he has accelerated the process of change in Kowloon's most chaotic urban area.
The British Hong Kong government stirred up trouble between Hong Kong and the mainland, the upper echelons colluded with gang forces to cause chaos, and the people lived in the darkness before dawn.
Robbery, murder, drug abuse, rape, gambling, and even being drafted into the army to collect high protection fees.
Besides revenge...
Is there anything else he can do?
A warmth surged in Jian Ruochen's chest.
Before he could figure it out, Guan Yingjun's voice came from the side: "We're here."
Jian Ruochen unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.
The archway of Wong Tai Sin Temple appeared before our eyes.
Not far from the archway, there were police officers from the Kowloon Region, both familiar and unfamiliar ones, just like a team building event.
After greeting each other, everyone stood at the door and chatted for a while. Then, when all other groups arrived, they went in in groups of three or four to buy incense and pray for blessings.
Jian Ruochen's sight shifted and he saw Zhang Xingzong standing to the west of the plaque and waving his hands.
Zhang Xingzong gained some weight after just a few days at home, and his upper body swayed when he waved his hands. The dull thick-rimmed black-framed glasses on his face were replaced with a pair of half-frame silver-rimmed glasses, making him look much more fashionable.
Almost unrecognizable.
He walked over, put his hands in his pockets in front of his stomach, and said, "Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year." Zhang Xingzong smiled so hard that his teeth were showing.
The nine members of Group A arrived one after another and followed Jian Ruochen and Guan Yingjun in.
Ding Gao looked around and said, "Hey... when I came here last year, our relationship wasn't this good."
The members of Group A only work together when they are on a mission, unlike the other groups where they are as close as brothers.
But after Jian Ruochen came, the relationship between the team members suddenly improved rapidly like a rocket, and now they can even joke with each other.
Their consultants seem to have a natural sense of cohesion.
Liu Sizheng rubbed his hands and said, "Because Guan Sir is not as cold as before. In the past, when we went to worship at the Wong Tai Sin Temple, the leaders of other groups would bring four or five people with them, but our Guan Sir would just go and shake the fortune sticks by himself and would not even light a stick of incense."
Zhang Xingzong put a handful of watermelon seeds in his pocket and knocked them while walking, "I bet the boss will burn incense this year."
Bi Xianxian asked him for a handful of melon seeds and asked curiously, "What do you mean?"
Zhang Xingzong raised his chin and said, "Jian Sir looks like he is here for tourism. It is obvious that this is his first time here. Guan Sir will definitely teach him."
The two of them huddled together and chatted, their eyes following Guan Yingjun and Jian Ruochen.
Zhang Xingzong also brought his own small garbage bag, which he placed in another pocket to hold the shells of the melon seeds he had eaten.
really.
Guan Yingjun took two sticks of incense from the incense collection area outside the door and gave one to Jian Ruochen, "There are three halls in total. Just burn three sticks of incense to worship in each hall."
"Oh." Jian Ruochen looked at the endless stream of devout believers in the Wong Tai Sin Temple with curiosity. He followed Guan Yingjun to visit each temple and listened to him introduce the Wong Tai Sin Temple, the Three Saints Hall and the Yuxiang Pavilion in a low voice.
Everyone was very pious when burning incense, even Guan Yingjun was serious.
In Hong Kong, visiting the Wong Tai Sin Temple during the New Year is a traditional culture that has almost nothing to do with feudal superstition.
Jian Ruochen held the incense in his hand, not knowing what wish to make, so he could only recite the wish three times for good weather, peace and prosperity for the country and the people.
When he inserted the incense into the incense burner, he heard Zhang Xingzong behind him muttering devoutly: "Promotion and salary increase... promotion and salary increase... promotion to police chief, police chief..."
Jian Ruochen: ...
He glanced sideways at Guan Yingjun and remembered what he had said two days ago about whether he would bless him or not.
So Kwan Ying-kwan is really asking Wong Tai Sin to bless Le Kim-man’s career?
After burning incense, you have to go to the temple to draw lots and ask questions.
While waiting in line for the lottery ticket, the policemen kneeling on the purple-red mats had calm expressions, and some even had smiles on their faces.
Guan Yingjun held up the fortune stick and said, "After closing your eyes, just recite your name, date of birth, place of birth, address, current situation and what you want to ask for. Finally, ask the gods for protection and ask Wong Tai Sin for a fortune stick."
Jian Ruochen took the fortune stick tube, and there was just an empty cushion on the table.
He reached out and pushed Guan Yingjun, "You go first."
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes to look at him, then walked over to shake the lot.
The man knelt with his back straight, and part of the hem of his long windbreaker fell to the ground.
He closed his eyes, the light of incense and candles flickering on his face, and his high nose bridge and straight eyelashes cast a shadow on his face.
When he is not talking or doing anything, he has the temperament of a nobleman, but when he is moving, he always reveals some bandit spirit in his bones.
Is it because he was an undercover agent?
Jian Ruochen held the lottery box and had not thought of anything to ask Wong Tai Sin until Guan Yingjun finished drawing the lottery. It was only when Guan Sir stood up that an idea suddenly came to his mind.
Then he walked to the cushion, knelt down, closed his eyes and silently thought: When will Lu Qian go to jail?
Guan Yingjun wrote down his own lottery number and returned it to the lottery box, his eyes falling on Jian Ruochen.
The boy was only wearing a fleece-lined goose yellow sweatshirt today, with the collar open, revealing a bit of the white round-necked shirt underneath. The light yellow color made him look young on the outside, and when he closed his eyes, hiding his cunning and clever fox eyes, he looked like a high school student.
A gust of wind blew outside the hall, and a light rain began to fall.
A bamboo stick fell from Jian Ruochen's stick holder.
No. 1.
He wrote down the number on the fortune stick, turned around and saw the drizzle outside, pulled his hat over his head, and followed Guan Yingjun to interpret the fortune sticks.
There are special fortune interpreters in the Wong Tai Sin Temple, and there is a long queue for free fortune interpretation.
Jian Ruochen looked up at the sky and felt that it would rain heavily soon, so he went to the side where the money was asked.
The person who interpreted the fortune was an old man with a Taoist look and a long beard.
Jian Ruochen sat down in front of him, "Old sir, how is it?"
"Number 1? A very good sign." The old man raised his eyes to look at Jian Ruochen, "What did you ask?"
"I asked a criminal when he would go to jail." Jian Ruochen's eyes curved, "Is it soon?"
The old man was amused. "Soon, it will definitely be within a year. As for the specific time... the secret cannot be revealed."
"No wonder you got this lot. The dragon and the tiger have met at the right time. Your ambition will be fulfilled and you will reach the highest state of happiness. As the saying goes: success in the east and success in the west, everything will go well."
Great ambition.
Jian Ruochen suddenly thought of the things he had been thinking about when he took the bus here.
What is ambition?
The old man lowered his head to write the fortune, talking nonstop, "You will have a big harvest in your regular income, and you will also make some small fortunes in a while. Are you working as a public servant? Your studies and social service careers will be praised. Good luck in this year."
He concluded: "This lot is called Jiang Taigong's appointment as Prime Minister. Very few people can draw it."
"Bang, bang, bang."
The heart beats faster and faster.
Jian Ruochen looked at the signature and suddenly thought of the feeling of Le Jinwen walking in front of him.
That feeling of feeling hot all over and wanting to reach out and grab something.
He is just a small consultant now. He doesn't have much power and can't do much or protect many people.
In a place as complicated as Hong Kong, it's not enough to have money, you also need the ability to overturn the table.
The desire buried deep in my chest gradually awakened, and the confusion I felt on the way to Wong Tai Sin Temple finally found a home.
He has to move up step by step and wipe out those gangs that fled overseas before the return. He wants to be the boss, not because he is so powerful, nor because the license plate he uses is so novel and cool.
It’s because the boss has the absolute right to overturn the table and fight against illegal gangs.
It is because I was able to stand under the national flag during the return and leave my name in the police academy textbooks in Hong Kong and even in the mainland.
Who can resist such temptation!
He stood up, took the small red envelope with the signature handed over by the old man, touched a thousand Hong Kong dollars and handed it over, "Thank you sir for clearing up my doubts."
Old man:?
ah? so much?
What did he say?
He opened the drawer to find money, and when he looked up again, the boy in front of him was gone.
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When Jian Ruochen went out, he happened to meet Guan Yingjun who came out from the other side.
He seemed to have just been given a "life plan" by Wong Tai Sin, and was in high spirits at the moment, so he asked Guan Yingjun with great interest: "How are you?"
Guan Yingjun smiled and said, "Not bad."
Lot No. 11, very auspicious.
He remembered what the old lady who interpreted the fortune said.
"What are you praying for this year, young man? Career?"
"No, I'm asking about marriage this year."
"Asking for something will bring you success, and you will be happy no matter the weather. This is a good sign. I remember you were alone last year. Have you met a noble person?"
"Um."
"It seems that he has good luck, and it has also influenced you. You will have a good career in the future, and you will have significant achievements, fame and merit. This lot is called Emperor Wen of Han admiring the willows, which indicates that you should combine work and rest when working. Emperor Wen of Han also knows how to sleep in segments, so you should also sleep well."
"I'll pay attention."
Guan Yingjun thought about it, and raised his hand to adjust the hat of Jian Ruochen, who was full of curiosity, and said, "Let's go, the rain is going to get heavier."
Jian Ruochen blinked, "Aren't you going to wait for Zhang Xingzong and the others?"
"They said they were going to eat barbecued meat." Guan Yingjun raised his pager, "You are not allowed to eat this."
Sure enough, there were such words on the gray-green screen.
Jian Ruochen was a little greedy, but he also knew that health was more important, so he suppressed his greed and followed Guan Yingjun to the parking lot.
When we were halfway there, a strong wind blew towards us.
A drop of cold rain fell on my cheek, and then heavy rain poured down.
There was no place to shelter from the rain nearby, so the two had no choice but to run towards the parking lot.
The faster I ran, the heavier the rain got, soaking half of my clothes.
Jian Ruochen shivered in the rain. Before the sudden chill had disappeared from his body, the rain became much lighter. The warm windbreaker came over him and was worn on his head as a raincoat.
Did Sir Guan take off his clothes and use them as a raincoat for him?
Jian Ruochen's breathing was slightly choked.
Guan Yingjun was only wearing a black undershirt, protecting Jian Ruochen and blocking the heavy rain that came with the wind.
The two men lowered their heads and walked quickly into the parking lot.
Fortunately, Guan Yingjun likes to park in places with roads on three sides, so he can get there in a short while.
When Jian Ruochen opened the car door and sat in, the windbreaker had turned into a raincoat, dripping with water, so he took it off.
Turning his head, he saw Guan Yingjun with water dripping from the ends of his hair.
The man was wiping his neck with paper, and he could only take care of the middle but not the beginning and the end.
The black base shirt was wet and stuck to his body, outlining his strong arms and chest. The heater in the car was on full blast, and some water vapor was actually coming out of Guan Yingjun's body.
The rain hit the glass, forming a curtain of water. In such an environment, the car windows could not be opened.
The rain sealed the car into a small, sealed box.
Guan Yingjun finished wiping his hair and turned his head. Suddenly he saw Jian Ruochen holding his clothes with her lotus-colored lips tightly pursed.
Water droplets from the windbreaker fell on the floor mat under the passenger seat, and some of the water soaked the boy's trouser legs.
Guan Yingjun took the clothes, rolled them up casually, turned around and threw them into the back seat through the gap between the driver's seat and the co-pilot seat.
The man's hair was still dripping with water.
Jian Ruochen felt a few drops splashing onto his face, so he wiped it with a handkerchief.
From the corner of his eye he saw that the black hair hanging on the side of Guan Yingjun's face was twisted into a strand due to being wet. Water was dripping from the tips of her hair, leaking onto the handbrake and the gear lever, and a little bit seeping in through the gap.
He quickly raised his hand, took the handkerchief and wiped it gently.
Guan Yingjun turned around suddenly, "You..."
Jian Ruochen was caught off guard, and the handkerchief actually followed Guan Yingjun's movements and blew onto his face.
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