Chapter 75 Hair Tie
The sound of passing cups and glasses on the next floor suddenly became louder.
The sounds of cups colliding, spoons hitting bowls and chopsticks, and waiters serving dishes all mixed together, along with the aroma of Cantonese cuisine floating in the air, blending into a moist and noisy smell of fireworks.
There were no lights on the rooftop of the hotel, and the dim light from the side building cast a shadow on Guan Yingjun's tall nose.
Their foreheads were touching, their noses touching.
Jian Ruochen was sweating from the heat, his blood was beating fast, hitting his eardrum, his heartbeat was getting faster and faster, intertwining with Guan Yingjun's.
My breathing became more and more disordered.
He tilted his head and kissed the corner of Guan Yingjun's lips, his voice soft and hoarse, "I know."
Jian Ruochen stepped back after touching her.
He felt that his stomach was not as uncomfortable as before, but he was afraid that Guan Yingjun would kiss him again, so he changed the subject, "I want to eat fried fish tail."
Guan Yingjun placed his hands on the back of Jian Ruochen's neck, pressed and pinched it twice, and laughed in a suppressed and unbearable manner. It was low and hoarse, revealing a hint of lust.
Jian Ruochen felt the numbness and itching on the back of his neck spreading along his spine to his entire body, even making him feel restless.
"Let's go." Guan Yingjun said.
He reached out and slowly straightened Jian Ruochen's hair. Seeing that the ponytail had been loosened by stroking, he untied the ribbon and tied a new one for him, then smoothed down the boy's shirt which had some wrinkles.
Jian Ruochen raised his hand and touched his hair. It was much better than his own. "Why do you wear it like this?"
"One morning, you said you didn't know how to prick." Guan Yingjun raised his hand and rubbed his cheek with the knuckles of his index finger. "Let's go and eat fried fish tail."
Jian Ruochen turned his face towards the wind for a while before turning around and walking back to Guan Yingjun.
The hotel was built on a small hill. The steps were dark and damp, and few people came.
Guan Yingjun touched Jian Ruochen's hand with his hanging fingers, then he grabbed his hand and held it in his palm.
The two walked in silence for a while.
A few men in front of me could be heard greeting and laughing.
"Brother Lin, I'll leave it to you this time."
"We are all brothers, small things are small."
"You can't say that..."
Guan Yingjun let go of his hand.
Jian Ruochen immediately put his fingers into his pocket and walked away.
The stall for frying fish tails was not far away. The wok was boiling with dark soybean oil. The fish tails were pierced with iron hooks and hung on the edge of the wok. Fine bubbles were coming out of the wok.
"We have fried fish balls and fried fish tails. How much do you want?" The proprietress glanced at Guan Yingjun behind Jian Ruochen, "Hey, Sir Guan, are you here to work?"
Guan Yingjun said, "No. Bring one portion of each, and replace the chili with pepper powder. The fish tail should be crispy."
The proprietress originally wanted to strike up a conversation and ask Jian Ruochen and Guan Yingjun if they wanted to be introduced to a girlfriend, but when she saw Guan Yingjun's cold, businesslike face, she immediately swallowed all her words.
Boring.
She handed out the paper bowl, collected the money, and turned to greet other customers passing by.
Jian Ruochen took the bowl, picked up the fish tail and took a bite, then said vaguely, "You bought a little too much."
"If you can't finish it, give it to me." Guan Yingjun said.
Suddenly, the only sound in the air was the sound of crackling.
…
At the same time.
Jiang Hanyu walked out of the regional police station.
The taillights of the cars disappeared into the darkness like shooting stars, and the cool breeze blew dust into my eyes.
He walked into the alley, took off the engagement ring on his left hand, and threw it into the sewer in the corner, his mind blank.
This was the first time he had seen Lu Qian in such an embarrassed state.
Are you enjoying it?
Of course not.
That was the person he had loved for ten years, someone who was willing to mobilize all resources to find the source of blood for him. But there are also people who treat him as a plaything, a stepping stone, and a capital for showing off.
Does Lu Qian really love him?
Jiang Hanyu felt his face was a little cold, he raised his hand to touch it, only to find that he was already in tears.
He finally couldn't hold it in anymore and tears burst out.
Why...
Why did things turn out like this?
In just three months, he lost his father, his fiancé, and half of his family property evaporated.
Nothing is left.
Jiang Hanyu burst into tears, he tilted his head back, his breathing was difficult, his lips trembled, and his whole body was shaking from crying.
But what did he do wrong?
He just wants to live a better life and make everyone love him more. Is there anything wrong with that?
If Lu Qian really loved him and was willing to do more for him, why would he make a deal with Lu Rong, and why would he sit on the hospital bed and say such things to the reporters.
Jiang Hanyu cried so hard that he was at a loss. A dark blur appeared in front of his eyes and his whole body ached.
He realized he shouldn't cry anymore.
The bone marrow transplant surgery requires eight months of recovery, so he had to stop, but he couldn't stop crying.
Not far away, Lu Rong was sitting in the car, watching this scene quietly.
The driver couldn't bear it, so he turned around and asked, "Sir, do you want to pick it up?"
Lu Rong turned his eyes and curled his lips and said, "Why? What use is he now?"
The driver grumbled and lowered his eyes in fear.
The secretary sitting in the co-pilot turned around and said, "There's news from the confidential room of Group A of the Military Intelligence Department that Jian Ruochen has a huge influence on Hong Kong citizens. According to the poll, 80% of Hong Kong citizens have lost trust in the British Hong Kong government and are looking forward to the return. At the same time, too many Hong Kong politicians have fallen from grace. The higher-ups want us to defeat Jian Ruochen, but it's not convenient for you to do it directly. Jiang Hanyu has an old grudge against him and can be used as a pawn."
Lu Rong stroked his civilization staff, thought for a few seconds and said, "Go pick them up."
Jiang Hanyu finally stopped crying and saw a black Porsche parked in front of him. The window rolled down, revealing a pair of eyes that looked 50% like Lu Qian's.
Lu Rong said: "Get in the car."
Jiang Hanyu wiped his face with his sleeve, opened the other door, got in, and fastened his seat belt, "Thank you."
"It's okay." Lu Rong smiled and said meaningfully: "I have always been nice to my partners. I know you and Jian Ruochen are both studying at Xiangjiang University, and I have something for you to do."
He waved to the secretary in the co-pilot seat, took a document and handed it to Jiang Hanyu, "Take a look?"
Jiang Hanyu flipped through it, paused for a moment, and his fingers holding the paper turned white.
He removed his thumb from the footer and saw the gray security code and the small print [MI6 Secret File].
Lu Rong said: "I won't let you do it in vain. Haven't you always wanted to get rid of the Jiang family's illegal assets? If you do this well, I will help you exchange the Jiang family's assets for real money, enough for you to live a worry-free life for the rest of your life."
He didn't make it very clear.
But Jiang Hanyu understood. He looked up at Lu Rong and said, "If I was born to be a chess piece, then I'll be a chess piece. I will do it, but I want to get rid of the casino and currency exchange first. Those two are too obviously illegal and not safe enough."
"Of course." Lu Rong said, "You've made progress. I thought you would always be a man's plaything."
Jiang Hanyu took a deep breath and forced a smile, "Being a chess piece, whether a person, a plaything or a tool makes no difference. Mr. Lu, I just want what I want. Other than that, I am whatever you think I should be."
Lu Rong smiled.
This Jiang Hanyu is indeed very good at judging the situation and pleasing others, what a pity.
He is too clever, has no real ability, but likes to act on his own.
Lu Rong looked at the driver and said, "Let's go home."
…
Jian Ruochen finished half of the fried fish tail, took a bite of the fish bubble, and when he couldn't eat any more, he handed the bowl to Guan Yingjun.
Guan Yingjun finished the rest, threw away the bowl, and sent the man home.
When Jian Ruochen opened the door sideways and got out of the car, his wrist was hooked.
He turned around and met Guan Yingjun's smiling eyes. "The contact person at Interpol's China Central Bureau has received news that the customs has found a batch of benzodiazepine disguised as diet pills."
Benzomorph.
What's in the bottle of vitamin b.
Just four of them can cause an adult male worker to pass out on a construction site.
Jian Ruochen blinked, "Are you worried that the intercepted batch is a cover-up? In fact, there is still benzodiazepine flowing into Hong Kong through other channels?"
"Yeah." Guan Yingjun rubbed his thumb on the boy's slightly cool wrist. He really liked Jian Ruochen's cleverness.
As long as you start a sentence, you can think of the end.
Jian Ruochen said: "I will pay attention to the things at the entrance."
"Come with me for lunch." Guan Yingjun held her wrist in his palm, "I'll make it for you."
Jian Ruochen gestured OK, opened the car door and got out. He closed the door and then blinked with ease, "Thank you, Jun, for taking care of me. See you tomorrow~"
Guan Yingjun: …
Relying on the fact that he can't be caught, he dares to tease others. He was so well-behaved and obedient just now, but it turns out he was just pretending.
He exhaled and drove back to No. 2.
…
In the Kowloon West Regional Police Station.
The police officers in Group A agreed not to work overtime, but after putting on their clothes and packing their things, they felt that staying up all night was not a big deal. If they didn't write the report, they would have no way to vent the joy of victory in their hearts.
After studying a criminal for five years, I feel like vomiting when I see Lu Qian's photo.
I can't wait even a day!
Therefore, the colleagues in Group A, with a bit of luck and resentment towards Lu Qian, turned back to the office and worked with other groups to finish the report overnight.
The next day.
Ten o'clock in the morning.
The Crime Squad of the West Kowloon Regional Police Station held a regular meeting and reviewed the reports from all departments.
Superintendent Lam Ya-chi formally announced the prosecution of Lu Qian.
11 o'clock noon.
Lu Qian was transferred to the Kowloon Magistrates' Courts.
Under pressure from Hong Kong media, the court announced that the trial would begin ten days later, breaking the fastest record in Hong Kong.
11:30 am.
Jian Ruochen opened the meal sent by Guan Yingjun in Teacher Li's office, "... a lot of vegetables."
He wants to eat meat!
"It's downstairs." Guan Yingjun handed another box to Teacher Li, "Godfather, this is for you."
Li Changyu glared at him and said sarcastically, "You've worked so hard. You even made an extra portion for me."
Jian Ruochen laughed, "Wow, Teacher Li also has La Shao. The doctor told me not to eat this, so Sir Guan made it especially for you."
Li Changyu was satisfied and said, "That's thoughtful."
"Guan Yingjun, I heard that Lu Qian's case has been resolved. What are you going to do next? Is your federation going to be disbanded or reorganized?"
Guan Yingjun said calmly, "I don't know. Anyway, we solve cases when there are cases, and solve unsolved cases when there are no cases. Anyway, in Hong Kong, the police will always have something to do."
As he spoke, he looked at Jian Ruochen and said, "Eat vegetables."
Jian Ruochen: "..."
He put a piece of vegetable into his mouth and found that the vegetable actually had a bit of meaty flavor. He turned it down and found a layer of sweet and sour pork belly with alternating fat and lean meat underneath.
Sweet and sour pork belly? Fresh.
Li Changyu's eyes moved between the two of them.
Wow, Guan Yingjun has caught up?
Did the pie of love really fall from the sky and hit his godson who only knows how to work hard?
Strange.
Ten buildings away.
In a fast food restaurant outside the College of Arts of Hong Kong University, Jiang Hanyu swallowed slightly nervously.
"That Consultant Jian, is he the one you said before that was not a illegitimate child?"
Someone came to sit next to Jiang Hanyu, and he asked with a smile, "Did you know something? Who is he? He looks so unique and beautiful."
Another person stammered, "Don't be too sad. It's good that a scum like Lu Qian was sentenced to death. Otherwise, you don't know what kind of injustice you will suffer after you enter the door."
Jiang Hanyu tightened his grip on the spoon and forced a move of the corners of his mouth.
I have heard countless hypocritical words like this since my father was executed.
These people didn't know how they laughed at him or hated him in their hearts.
But now that we know he has a relationship with Lu Rong, if he wants to get some resources, he will come over to him!
Jiang Hanyu closed his eyes and calmed down.
Thinking of the contents of the secret file - to sow discord between Jian Ruochen and senior mainland officials, Interpol's China Central Bureau, and the West Kowloon Regional Police Station.
He whispered, "Jian Ruochen is certainly not an illegitimate child. His mother has a very high status in the UK."
"Ah? Then why is he still targeting the British government like this?"
"Yes, I heard that all the officials of the British Hong Kong government were thoroughly investigated. Why didn't the British Hong Kong government bother him?"
Found it.
But ordinary people just don’t know it.
Jiang Hanyu lowered his eyes and whispered, "What do you think... Could Jian Ruochen be an undercover agent sent by the British Hong Kong to the West Kowloon Regional Police Station? Why did he find the key evidence of Lu Qian's crime as soon as he arrived? I have been by Lu Qian's side for so many years, and I didn't know."
"Maybe he already knew the inside story, and the British Hong Kong government also wanted to get rid of a group of criminal politicians, but it was difficult to do so, so they asked Jian Ruochen to take action?"
Jiang Hanyu's heart was beating very fast. "Jian Ruochen is so suitable. His mother is British."
He took out a newspaper as calmly as possible and said, "Look, this is what the article published in this newspaper says."
at the same time.
Guan Yingjun also placed this newspaper in front of Jian Ruochen.
Guan Yingjun said: "Look, someone sent it to the West Kowloon Regional Police Station this morning and asked for me by name. I think they want to sow discord between you and the West Kowloon Regional Police Station and the mainland, leaving you isolated and helpless."
"But you have passed our investigation. The mainland is even stricter. They must have checked everything before sending someone to see you. And you have signed a long-term development project as a guarantee. There is nothing to worry about, but you have to be prepared for public opinion. We will issue a statement to clarify later."
As soon as Jian Ruochen picked it up, Guan Yingjun's pager rang.
Zhang Xingzong's voice came from inside, "Sir Guan, there's news from the Royal Hong Kong Police Headquarters that Superintendent Qian, who was in charge of organizing the investigation of Lu Rong, died unexpectedly. The Security Bureau bypassed the higher authorities and gave the investigation rights of Lu Rong to the Federation in West Kowloon."
After hearing the first one, the second one followed.
This time it was sent by Bi Xianxian.
"Mr. Guan, there is a naked male corpse in the water tank on the roof of Building B7 in the dormitory area of Hong Kong University. It is estimated that he died less than 3 hours ago. He...you should bring Mr. Jian with you."
Jian Ruochen had just finished reading the newspaper when he heard this.
The subtle sense of disharmony is a bit unbearable.
The phenmethicone that was suddenly sent to the customs, the rumors in the newspaper, Lu Rong's investigation power, and the murder case that occurred in the dormitory area of Hong Kong University.
The timing of the news breaking was shocking.
Someone is targeting him.
The TV in Li Changyu's office was broadcasting the news:
"STN News, midday news segment, it's twelve o'clock now, I'm Chen Zhuyao."
"Today's news includes a murder at Hong Kong University. Superintendent Qian of the Hong Kong Royal Police Station died unexpectedly. Lu Rong, the eldest son of the Lu family, made a move to turn the tide, and the Lu family's stock price rebounded. There were three cases of people jumping off buildings at the Hong Kong Stock Exchange... Please see the detailed report below."
Jian Ruochen stood up suddenly.
Are there people jumping off buildings at the Hong Kong Stock Exchange?
Impossible, didn’t he ask Luo Binwen to issue shares at a low price?
At that time, regardless of public opinion or the news released, as long as investors sold Lu's stocks and bought individual shares, they should not have suffered much loss.
Guan Yingjun immediately said: "You go to the Hong Kong Stock Exchange, and I will go to the dormitory area."
Li Changyu said, "I'm afraid that's not possible. The people who died in the dormitory area...are students who wanted to transfer to my department."
He turned the laptop around and faced Jian Ruochen: "You know the deceased."
Jian Ruochen looked at the victim's face and his pupils contracted violently for a moment.
He remembered this person, a very cheerful sophomore who came to him with flowers and asked him about transferring to another department.
Li Changyu said, "You have to go, to avoid the media from using your 'guilty conscience' to criticize you. Many paparazzi won't care whether you have an alibi or not, they will just write something they don't know."
Jian Ruochen took a deep breath and was about to call Luo Binwen to ask about the situation of the Hong Kong Stock Exchange when his cell phone rang.
Caller ID, unknown number.
He picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"I'm Li Maoming." The person on the other end of the phone said, "The higher-ups trust you very much. Don't worry, we have a clue from the Hong Kong Stock Exchange. It should be someone from the Hong Kong British government who paid terminally ill patients to jump off the building. Our informant saw them going in and out of the Hong Kong International Hospital half a year ago."
Li Maoming spoke in standard Mandarin: "Don't worry, we will handle the jumping case at the Hong Kong Stock Exchange. You just focus on solving your case."
Jian Ruochen's slightly raised heart suddenly settled down.
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