Chapter 66 The God of Wealth Opens
"Don't move!"
"Everyone get down! Put down your weapons! Or we will shoot!"
Jian Ruochen's short and oppressive scolding from the intercom inserted on the side of his bulletproof vest was transmitted to the second underground floor and reached Lu Qian's ears.
There was a constant sound of footsteps overhead, and the wall powder was falling down with a rustling sound.
Everyone's eyes fell on Jian Ruochen at the same time.
Is it true?
Lu Qian stood straight by the wall, the cold air spreading from the soles of his feet, climbing up his back, and then running into his heart along his spine.
It was really found.
He calculated that the police would come a second time, so he hired robbers to rob a bank and deliberately attracted the attention of the police.
They calculated that the closet in the bedroom might be discovered and the police might go down through the elevator in the closet to investigate.
So he built a warehouse underground just in case.
But it was found.
The lights in the warehouse were dim. As Lu Qian was being watched by Jian Ruochen, his fingers trembled slightly, and fear quietly rose in his heart.
He took a deep breath, but unexpectedly choked on the wall dust that was intermittently falling from the ceiling. He coughed twice in embarrassment, then gritted his teeth and held it in.
After the fear dissipated slightly, anger and murderous intent suddenly rose up.
Jian Ruochen is extremely intelligent, and Guan Yingjun is no less intelligent. One can tell the truth from a person just by looking at their expression, while the other can work out the truth from the smallest details.
Damn these two people!
I should have taken advantage of Jian Ruochen's love and killed him!
"You look like you want to kill me." Jian Ruochen's voice suddenly rang out.
The tone was very gentle, but it sounded like a thunderclap in Lu Qian's ears.
The sweat on Lu Qian's forehead dripped slowly along his jawline and gathered on his chin.
He slowly raised his hand, intending to touch his waist.
Before he even touched the hem of his clothes, the sound of guns being loaded was heard in the warehouse.
"Don't move!"
At this moment, the six plainclothes policemen who followed Guan Yingjun all pointed their guns at Lu Qian in the corner.
Lu Qian lowered his hands and thought quickly.
I have to find a way to escape the crime...
Jian Ruochen stared at Lu Qian, pressed the intercom and said, "What did you find upstairs? Please reply if you get it. Please reply if you get it."
What was found upstairs was related to the reasons for their arrest of Lu Qian.
"This is the CIB Jibai Building."
"Four decarboxylation reactors used for drug production were found upstairs, as well as ten sets of reaction tanks, mixers, crushers, condensers, filter tanks, dehydrators, heating devices, and high-pressure reactors. There were also several scales, funnels, stainless steel barrels, glassware, sealing machines, and weighing instruments."
"There is a large amount of processed pork on site, estimated to be about one ton. Preliminary judgment is that the underground floor is a drug manufacturing den, over."
Jian Ruochen raised his eyebrows.
They originally followed the lunch boxes to find the factory that made the lunch boxes, with the original intention of following the clues to find the drug manufacturing site.
But Lu Qian's drug manufacturing point was obviously not in Kowloon Walled City, where there were all kinds of people and it was easy to be exposed. Lu Qian only set up a backup lunch box production factory in Kowloon Walled City.
So the drug manufacturing den that they have never been able to find is actually within Tianquan City?
It is dark under the lamp and blind in the darkness.
The police station conceded that Tianquandu Entertainment City was a huge water and electricity consumption behemoth, and drug manufacturing happened to require a large amount of water and electricity. Under the cover of the bathhouse and swimming pool, it was not surprising that Tianquandu used a lot of water and electricity.
Lu Qian had calculated this point well, so he dared to place the drug manufacturing site right under the nose of the Kowloon Regional Police Station.
Guan Yingjun walked up to Lu Qian and said, "I am Guan Yingjun, Senior Inspector of the Kowloon Regional Police Station."
He took out his ID and held it in front of Lu Qian. After making sure he had seen it clearly, he continued, "You are now being forcibly summoned in accordance with the law and taken away from the scene."
Guan Yingjun reached out and forcibly held down Lu Qian, turned him around and pressed him against the wall, then glanced in the direction of Jian Ruochen, "Handcuffs."
He said calmly, "I didn't bring it."
Liu Sizheng took a step forward and was about to take off his clothes when he was grabbed by Zhang Xingzong.
Zhang Xingzong winked at Liu Sizheng.
How short-sighted of you! Didn’t you see that the God of Wealth is opening for business?
Jian Ruochen didn't hear the movement behind him.
He walked forward, removed the handcuffs, and pressed down hard on Lu Qian's wrist.
Click.
The two buckles were locked tightly together, and the chain in the middle still gleamed coldly and sparkled brightly under the dim light.
In fact, according to the procedure, he should not be photocopied, after all, he has no ID to show.
But Guan Sir didn't bring it... He was also forced~
Jian Ruochen chuckled, "According to the time, the reporters that Mr. Lu invited for the police should be here."
"Lu Qian, have you figured out how to explain this to the reporters and shareholders?"
He responded to Lu Qian's threat to the police verbatim, "Although the police did not return empty-handed, the journalists will still return with a full load."
Jian Ruochen paused for a moment before snorting and laughing again: "The Lu family's reputation will definitely be ruined in your hands."
Lu Qian closed his eyes and his breathing became heavy.
He never imagined that those reporters prepared for the police would eventually fall on his head.
The Lu family is a quagmire that can drown people.
If the affairs of Tianquan City were to be exposed, his good elder brother would definitely take the opportunity to erode his assets and power.
The inheritance right is...
There are policemen everywhere outside, so running away is impossible.
He must find a way to escape punishment.
Guan Yingjun pushed him and said, "Let's go."
Just as he finished speaking, a section of elevator descended from the corner of the warehouse, in front of and to the side where Lu Qian was standing.
A human head popped down from above.
Gong Yingjie looked at them and said, "Wow, there's a fake warehouse down there."
He jumped down holding the gun. "This elevator should be the secret passage from the underground to the drug manufacturing site. I searched for a long time before I opened it. It's really well hidden, with nine twists and eighteen turns, like a maggot."
Jian Ruochen curled the corners of his lips and almost laughed out loud.
Sir Gong has a buzz cut and his appearance is as rough as his buzz cut.
Gong Yingjie raised his chin and said, "You go back to the office first. I, Ji Sir, and Liu Sir have searched this place. There are some arrested drug-making workers here. You should take them away as well."
"Yeah." Guan Yingjun escorted Lu Qian to the elevator.
Jian Ruochen paused when passing by Gong Yingjie, and suddenly waved to him.
Gong Yingjie leaned sideways and asked, "What's wrong, Sir Jian?"
Jian Ruochen whispered, "There are reporters invited by Lu Qian outside. He paid them. Don't waste their money. Set up a cordon and let the reporters take some photos outside to expose the situation."
It is best to stir-fry it as hot as possible.
Lu Qian is only a part of the Lu family, and the Lu family has the protection umbrella provided by the British Hong Kong government.
If we don't stir up the topic, criminal law alone may not be able to do anything to Lu Qian.
Gong Yingjie: ...
So bad, really nice, he likes it.
Gong Yingjie gave a thumbs up and whispered, "Yes sir!"
Jian Ruochen then walked to the elevator, stood there, and returned to the ground with Guan Yingjun.
Next to the row of vehicles, Lin Yazhi was on the phone, probably reporting on her work to her superiors. After seeing Jian Ruochen, she only said a few words and hung up.
Before he could walk over, the man in the yellow vest next to him rushed in front of Jian Ruochen.
"Mr. Jian! I saw you and Mr. Guan escorting Lu Qian out. What crime did he commit?"
"Sir Jian! Is this search related to the closure of Tianquandu?"
"Mr. Jian, may I ask if the police have any solid evidence that Mr. Lu committed a crime? If it is a suspected crime, isn't it a bit too much to handcuff him and take him away?"
Jian Ruochen glanced at the logo on the microphone and saw that there was no logo of his company, so he smiled at the live broadcast camera and said, "For the follow-up situation, please pay attention to the STN news channel. After all, I don't have a formal police officer certificate yet, so I can't disclose case information rashly. If you need an interview, you may go to the scene and ask other police officers."
"I'm sure they'll be happy to answer your questions, too."
He is now highly tied to the Kowloon Region and is a hot topic. The truthfulness and timeliness of his words are higher than those of others.
Such good popularity certainly can’t be sold cheaply to other companies.
It’s time to contact STN and the police department’s public relations department for a hearty collaboration!
Jian Ruochen called Luo Binwen and mentioned this matter.
Although he didn't know how this kind of cooperation worked specifically and what kind of mutually beneficial model it was, Butler Luo understood.
He just needs to make his request and wait for someone to solve it.
So comfortable.
It was still early when the police returned to the police station.
We started the meeting at nine o'clock, arrived at Tianquandu at nine forty, finished the investigation at ten o'clock, and returned to the police station at ten thirty.
The total time was no more than an hour and a half.
It's very fast.
Zhang Xingzong's eyes were empty as he took off his bulletproof vest and slumped into his office chair. "I knew that with Consultant Jian here, the joint meeting would not last long, but I didn't expect that the trip to Tianquan would be so smooth."
Bi Xianxian unloaded her gun and bullets, put them away, took out a porcelain plate, piled up a three-layer orange pagoda, and brought it to Jian Ruochen, "Yes."
"What is this?" Jian Ruochen picked up the orange on the top of the pagoda, peeled it, and ate half of it in one bite.
I just used my brain and ran, and I'm a little hungry.
Bi Wanwan shook her long hair and smiled slightly, "This is an offering to the little god of wealth."
Zhang Xingzong was so blessed that he took out a handful of melon seeds and put them over. "Hey, I have some too. Have some."
Jian Ruochen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "In fact, it was all the result of everyone's hard work. Thanks to Guan Sir for making a prompt decision to blast it in the end, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to find the mezzanine in such a short time."
After all, psychology is not fortune-telling.
It's not really possible to count on your fingers and hit the target.
Liu Sizheng picked up a vegetarian roast goose and said, "How can that be possible? It's not the first time that Guan Sir fries something directly. The last time before that, he fried it wrong and got scolded by Madam."
Vegetarian roast goose is a bit like the spicy strips sold in mainland China’s convenience stores in the 1990s. You can smell the fragrance through the plastic bag.
Jian Ruochen's eyes lit up. He didn't care about what happened last time when Guan Sir exploded. He stared at the packaging bag and said, "Give me this too? I haven't seen this before. Is it spicy?"
"It's not spicy." Liu Sizheng glanced at Guan Yingjun who was sorting documents not far away, and whispered in Jian Ruochen's ear, "Actually, it's a little bit, but Guan Sir asked us not to give you spicy food. If Guan Sir asks about it later, just say it's not spicy."
"Liu Sizheng." Guan Yingjun called out.
Liu Sizheng quickly stood at attention, "Here."
"I'm busy, not deaf." Guan Yingjun reached out to take the package from Jian Ruochen's hand, and tried to take it away with a little force, but found that the boy was holding the edge of the plastic package and was reluctant to let go.
Jian Ruochen raised his eyes and looked straight at Guan Yingjun, "It's just this small, it doesn't matter, let me have a taste."
What a rare thing! People in 2030 have never seen it.
Want to try it.
The amber eyes revealed a look of eagerness.
The golden color in the eyes seemed to be rippling with water.
Guan Yingjun slowly loosened his hand, "Just one."
Jian Ruochen immediately tore open the package and ate it. It was sweet, crispy, soft and glutinous, with a chewy texture and a bit springy against your teeth.
Fresh, slightly spicy, and extremely fragrant.
Unfortunately, there is only one.
After eating, he savored the food for a while, then ate the orange he had just peeled. The sour and sweet juice burst out, bringing a brief sense of comfort.
When the smell of orange disappeared from the tip of my tongue, a person walked in from outside the Group A office.
Ding Gao had some sweat on his forehead and was breathing rapidly. "Mr. Guan, Lu Qian hired a lawyer, and the lawyer was the one talking the whole time. He insisted that he just liked to study drug manufacturing, and those things... he hadn't had time to sell them yet..."
Zhang Xingzong gnashed his teeth, "How shameless."
"The most he has ever been sentenced to in prison in Hong Kong is fifteen years for drug manufacturing alone." Bi Qianqian's face was not very good. "The Lu family has a protective umbrella. If we can't find evidence of his drug trafficking, he will probably only be imprisoned for seven years."
Jian Ruochen wiped his hands and said, "Isn't there also the crime of organizing murder? He is an accomplice."
Ding Gao shook his head and said, "I just made a phone call. They believe that Jiang Yongyan's case has been closed and no more suspects can be added. This crime cannot be attributed to Lu Qian."
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes.
This is the fundamental reason why the Kowloon Police Station hates Lu Qian. He is too good at getting away with it and his protective umbrella is too big.
Bi Xianxian sighed, "What's wrong with Liu Sir? Is he mentally ill? He can't catch up with Madam, and he can't find any foul play by checking the accounts."
Guan Yingjun: …
Jian Ruochen wiped his hands and comforted him: "It's okay. Even if we take a step back, seven years is enough for us to find evidence of the crime."
He stood up and said, "Where is the person? I'll go talk to him."
Although there is no guarantee that you will get evidence from talking, it is better to ask than not to ask.
Guan Yingjun said: "Ding Gao, take him over."
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