Chapter 77 Why Are You So Cold?
Kowloon West Regional Police Command Room.
Lin Yazhi, the superintendent of the serious crime unit, stood in front of the commander-in-chief. She put her hands on the desk and leaned forward. "We need Jian Ruochen to speak for the police station. He is the best candidate. Sir Tao, what are you hesitating about?"
Tao Hongyun sighed, "Don't get excited, Miss Lin. I didn't say I wouldn't do it. How can he represent it? He hasn't even graduated yet."
Lin Yazhi was so angry that she paced around the office twice, her high heels tapping the floor. "Whether he has graduated or not, he is now the recognized face of the headquarters!"
"If he doesn't attend the press conference, how will the outside world view the attitude of the West Kowloon Regional Police Station towards Jian Ruochen?"
"People will not think you are steady, Mr. Tao. They will only think you are weak!"
Tao Hongyun stopped smiling.
He was dressed neatly in a police uniform. Although he was nearly sixty years old, his hair was already gray. The frameless glasses on his nose reflected some light, making it difficult to see his expression.
Lin Yazhi turned on the TV and turned up the volume. "Now STN has revealed its cards. Even the tabloids are following the incident of the Hong Kong Stock Exchange employee jumping off a building. What do the public think?"
"When the losses exceeded half, STN released low-priced stocks. They sold their stocks and used the remaining money to buy STN. Now they have recovered their investment. No one is resentful at all!"
"The Interpol Central Bureau has just announced the results of its investigation into the Hong Kong Stock Exchange suicide case, saying that money was paid. The truth has nothing to do with Jian Ruochen at all!"
After the words were spoken, silence fell in the command room.
There was only the voice of the host on TV.
Tao Hongyun said calmly: "Ms. Lin, your father is the director of the Supervision Department of the Police Department, so of course you are not afraid of anything."
Lin Yazhi rolled her eyes. "Sir Tao, I'll be frank. We investigated Lu Qian, and now the Royal Hong Kong Police Department has dumped Lu Rong on us. It's impossible for us not to offend the British Hong Kong government. Please figure out who you are serving."
"Who is biased? Don't you know?"
Tao Hongyun was silent for a moment, "What is Guan Yingjun's attitude?"
Lin Yazhi said: "He hasn't returned to the police station yet."
"Then let's wait until he comes back." Just as Tao Hongyun finished speaking, there was a knock on the office door.
He had just opened his mouth, before the word "come in" came out, Guan Yingjun pushed the door open and walked in.
The man was only wearing a black shirt, with a stern look on his face. He held a document loosely under his arm, with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his forearms. He took two or three steps to Tao Hongyun and said, "Sir Tao."
Tao Hongyun: "You..."
Guan Yingjun didn't say anything. He put the documents on the desk, raised his hand to pick up the TV remote control and change the channel.
The spokesperson for the Interpol press conference just happened to mention the development contract.
"In light of the false rumors that have arisen today, we have three points to clarify."
"First, we have a cooperative development relationship with Conant's industries. Mr. Kan has invested more than 5 billion yuan in the mainland. We face public scrutiny with a correct, neutral, fair and open attitude. We hope that some people with ulterior motives will not divide the mainland and Hong Kong..."
The rest is just official language.
Guan Yingjun turned off the TV and flipped open the document. "This is the press conference process report of the Public Relations Department. We all agree that Jian Ruochen is the best choice as the spokesperson."
Lin Yazhi was so proud.
OK, OK, OK.
If you want to be a troublemaker and make your boss angry, you have to look to Guan Yingjun.
As long as it's not her who's angry.
Jian Ruochen also tried his best.
Now that their headquarters has real supporters, what is there to be afraid of?
Just break in!
Lin Yazhi spread her hands and said, "Commander-in-chief, Guan Sir is here. Do you still want to wait for others?"
Tao Hongyun's mind was filled with the words "Jian Ruochen has invested more than 5 billion in the mainland."
Silently and quietly, he signed his name on the document.
Jian Ruochen's backer is too strong.
He was so tough that he was not afraid of the British Hong Kong government.
There's nothing to be afraid of.
·
Thirty minutes later.
Conference Room of Kowloon West Regional Police Station.
Jian Ruochen looked at the document and tilted his head in confusion, "Me?"
"Yes." Lin Yazhi scanned the man from head to toe, then turned to the public relations makeup artist and said, "Dip the comb in some water and comb his hair."
The head of the Public Relations Division smiled and said, "In the morning, public opinion described you as an unforgivable villain. In just two hours, the tide of the tide completely reversed. But the West Kowloon Regional Police Station has been slow to make its position clear in public."
"We have to express our opinions. What could be clearer than you and the people from the Regional Police Headquarters coming together to speak?"
Lin Yazhi said: "Thanks to Mr. Guan, otherwise I alone would not be able to convince the conservative above me."
Strictly speaking, what Guan Yingjun did was not called persuasion.
Superintendent Lin touched the tip of his nose and said, "Don't worry, we all trust you."
Jian Ruochen pursed his lips and said, "Okay."
He will not betray trust.
Before the press conference was about to begin, Jian Ruochen followed the public relations department to the conference stage and sat at a long table covered with a blue lining cloth.
The spotlight above my head is very bright, making my whole body feel hot and my thoughts unable to focus on reality.
Guan Yingjun walked over to Jian Ruochen and sat down.
He changed into a police uniform, with epaulettes shining silver, looking imposing and majestic.
As soon as he showed up, the reporters who had entered the scene earlier even started whispering to each other in a furtive and secretive manner.
The reporter sent by STN sat in the first row, his eyes sparkling.
Jian Ruochen’s ability to play is the best statement from West Kowloon!
Very good.
The British Hong Kong government’s plan to sow discord did not succeed!
Her nose felt slightly sore.
A lot of things happened this morning, and the situation outside is changing rapidly. If we are not careful, we will be doomed.
It's really worrying.
fine……
The director of the Public Relations Department hosted the press conference. He first read a deterrent opening speech, answered a few tricky questions, and expressed his attitude before passing the microphone to Jian Ruochen.
Jian Ruochen picked up the microphone, calmly and fluently recounted the details of the water tank case on the rooftop of the Hong Kong University dormitory area.
The final word was: "Qin Jiayang is a major suspect in the crime. He has not appeared on campus since the crime and has fled. His photo is now published. If there are any witnesses, please provide clues. A reward of 100,000 Hong Kong dollars is offered."
After he finished speaking, he read from the schedule: "Now it's time for questions."
The reporters at the scene looked at each other, flipped through the papers in their hands, counted the manuscripts and whispered to each other.
"What questions did you prepare?"
"I was going to ask West Kowloon what its attitude was towards Consultant Jian. Now...isn't its attitude obvious?"
"Yeah, he went on stage and spoke directly. It was obvious whether he believed me or not. I couldn't ask any questions I had prepared."
"Jian Ruochen is smart, knows how to behave, has a strong background, is a good person, and has solved the problems of illegal factories and Kowloon Walled City. It's such a sharp question... I really can't ask it, it's against my conscience."
“What should we do? We can’t just go back and write [Kowloon West Regional Police Headquarters takes a surprising approach to express its stance, and the media return empty-handed]?”
“It’s not impossible.”
The STN reporter stood up and asked, "Counselor Jian, do you have anything to say to the shareholders of the Hong Kong Stock Exchange and the residents who are being relocated from Kowloon Walled City?"
Jian Ruochen thought of the indignant faces on TV, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Thank you for your trust."
Short, sincere and powerful.
The media people don’t know what to say.
"I really can't say anything sharp to this face."
"Forget it. I'll have to take the subway they invested in in the future."
Lots of money and nice people.
Who would make things difficult for such a person?
A press conference that should have been filled with blood and gore ended with Guan Yingjun's calm and cold conclusion.
When the reporters left, everyone in the venue breathed a sigh of relief.
There was a suppressed cheering in the Public Relations Department.
“I’ve never felt so good in my life.”
"I just like to see those media people want to ask questions but have nothing to say!"
"I really want to see the expressions of those who planned this incident in the British Hong Kong government."
"The plan failed, so he must be very upset."
Jian Ruochen returned the manuscript to the Public Relations Department and loosened her overly tight ponytail. "I wonder if anyone has witnessed Qin Jiayang's escape route."
Zhang Xingzong consoled him, "Don't worry. In the past, it was normal for us to solve cases within ten days or half a month. This has only been a few hours. Unless the clue hits us directly in the face, it will be difficult to solve the case quickly."
Liu Sizheng said: "From what I know, Qin Jiayang and Lin Ziming have had friction for a long time. They are competing for the same social science research fund application quota. Even without Hong Kong British, Qin Jiayang would still want to kill Lin Ziming. It's not your fault."
Jian Ruochen responded softly, lowered his eyes and rubbed his fingers.
Not far away, Guan Yingjun raised his pager and said, "The informant has reported Qin Jiayang's whereabouts. Let's get to work." He took off the police hat on his head and put it on Jian Ruochen's head.
The police hat was a bit big, and the brim drooped down, covering half of Jian Ruochen's face.
He raised the brim of his hat and looked at Guan Yingjun.
Guan Yingjun's lips twitched slightly: "Take a break and prepare for the interrogation."
Jian Ruochen watched the group walk away, grabbed his police hat and returned to Group A, placing the hat on Guan Yingjun's desk.
Lie down on the chair and slowly close your eyes.
·
at the same time.
Lu Rong met Jiang Hanyu.
The two sat in the back row, speaking to each other in silence.
Jian Ruochen is so powerful and so popular.
He is so powerful that even if he does nothing, other people will spontaneously speak up for him and settle everything.
Lu Rong looked at Jiang Hanyu and sighed, "You really should learn from Jian Ruochen how to allocate resources and control people's hearts."
Jiang Hanyu clenched his back teeth tightly.
Compare! Comparing him with Jian Ruochen again!
Anyway, everyone thinks Jian Ruochen is better than him!
Lu Rong said with regret, "A fake is a fake."
Jiang Hanyu felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
How did Lu Rong know?
…
Jian Ruochen didn't sleep very well.
I felt a little groggy when I woke up.
He stood up and poured himself a cup of hot water. He was preoccupied with something and didn't notice the temperature, so he poured the water straight into his mouth.
When Guan Yingjun caught the man and brought him back, he saw Jian Ruochen gasping for breath due to the burns.
The boy's eyes were slightly red, part of his tongue was sticking out, and there was a red mark on the side of his face from sleeping. He looked a little pitiful.
The boy, who was always smart, cunning and good at planning, was actually less than 20 years old.
Guan Yingjun thought that she was seven years younger than him.
Although he is seven years younger, he has a stronger sense of social responsibility than anyone else.
He closed the door, took a bottle of mineral water from the cabinet, unscrewed it and handed it over. He stared at Jian Ruochen's red tongue tip, without any distracting thoughts. He felt a little depressed, "Drink something cold."
"Hmm." Jian Ruochen drank half the bottle, and then he felt the numb tip of his tongue regain sensation.
He screwed the cap on the bottle. "How's it going?"
"I caught him." Guan Yingjun raised his hand and stroked Jian Ruochen's face, "He doesn't admit it."
This kind of cherishing yet not taking it lightly is eye-catching.
Jian Ruochen said in a hoarse voice, "You go find evidence. I'll go and interrogate him."
Guan Yingjun's lips curled up, "There is evidence. Lin Ziming's clothes are in Qin Jiayang's bag."
Jian Ruochen was stunned.
Guan Yingjun said: "He has to admit it even if he doesn't want to. In fact, as of now, there is irrefutable evidence that Qin Jiayang killed Lin Ziming. The case has been solved."
"But there is something you still need to review."
Jian Ruochen suddenly realized, "Where did the check come from?"
Only by finding out the origin of the check can we remove the claws of the British colonial government.
"When Zhang Xingzong visited, an eyewitness claimed that he saw Jiang Hanyu and Qin Jiayang having dinner together."
Guan Yingjun took out the documents and said, "We suspect that the check is related to Jiang Hanyu."
Jian Ruochen took it, and before he pulled it out, Guan Yingjun held his hand and rubbed it, and a feeling of warmth immediately spread over him.
Guan Yingjun frowned and asked, "Why is it so cold?"
Jian Ruochen said: "I don't know."
This warmth really made him feel comfortable physically and mentally. He put his other hand into Guan Yingjun's palm and said, "One more time."
Guan Yingjun smiled and warmed his hands.
He let go and wanted to say something.
Jian Ruochen, however, picked up the documents and walked to the door, "Thank you, Mr. Guan, I'm working."
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