Chapter 98 That's Not What I Meant
Guan Yingjun half leaned on the chair, with a lazy posture, staring at Jian Ruochen, whose eyes were clear but whose ears were half red.
How can there be such a person?
It makes people unable to stop, but they can withdraw in time.
At first glance, it seems that Jian Ruochen understands everything, but upon closer inspection, you will find that he is ignorant and pure.
Jian Ruochen: ...
Before he even opened his mouth, he felt a little at a loss for words.
This sight is so hot that it makes people feel like a fried egg lying in a frying pan, bubbling.
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes, "My uncle followed Lu Jingchen's case when he was young. He committed murder, arson, corrupt officials, raped men and women, and did all kinds of evil."
"The Lu family has deep roots and has been the dominant local tyrant in Hong Kong since the old society. They made their fortune through drugs and black trade, and have been controlling this place invisibly through societies and gangs."
"After the establishment of the Independent Commission Against Corruption, some of Lu Jingchen's influence was eliminated, and the number of young and dangerous gangs gradually decreased. The influence of the Lu family has been declining year by year."
He sat with his legs apart, raised his left hand and patted his thigh, "Why are you standing so far away? Come over here and talk."
Jian Ruochen held the ruler and stood there without moving.
Guan Yingjun said: "In fact, the person you know the least is Lu Jingchen. Come here, I'll show you some information. The drug trafficking group I'm working undercover in Southeast Asia has some connection with Lu Jingchen."
He just sat there with a big horse and a golden sword, his tone was very calm, as if he was fishing and waiting for anyone to take the bait.
Jian Ruochen thought about it, and resisted the temptation of the "exclusive news" bait, standing still and said: "I guess that Lu Jingchen and the Hong Kong British government at that time were not in harmony. Because logically speaking, they all wanted to be the one who took the money, and they all wanted to be the one who held the lifeline of Hong Kong."
He took a breath and said quickly, "But there is only one first place. Therefore, in Lu Jingchen's policy, the British Hong Kong government is a force that grew up by sucking the blood of the family, and is naturally opposed to the Lu family."
Guan Yingjun said, "That's the idea, but not completely."
He had no intention of continuing, so he raised his eyelids and waited silently.
The information gap is terrible.
No matter how hard Jian Ruochen thought, he couldn't figure out where the missing part was, so he had to put down the ruler, walked over quickly, and sat on Guan Yingjun's legs that he had specially raised.
As soon as my butt touched it, I thought, I was already sitting on it, and they had kissed before, so what was there to be afraid of?
Guan Yingjun is injured now, but it is not so ridiculous as to eat meat even though he is injured.
So Jian Ruochen was no longer afraid, and he moved over bravely, grabbing Guan Yingjun's hand and pulling it, "Inspector Guan, what did I miss?"
When Guan Yingjun heard this name, he knew that Jian Ruochen would be annoyed if he continued teasing, so he said, "The second drawer on the right, the third folder."
Jian Ruochen took it out and looked through it, and there were some newspaper clippings on it.
Guan Yingjun lowered his head and kissed the back of the man's neck, then whispered in his ear, "After the establishment of the ICAC, the Lu family realized that a completely black family business was not a long-term solution, so they began to whitewash it. During this process, foreign forces also seized the market in Hong Kong."
He reached out his hand, passed over Jian Ruochen's arm, accurately turned a page, and tapped it with his index finger.
The background color of the old newspaper is a little yellow, and the fonts printed with ink have some dark marks.
Report in bold black font: [A mysterious company won the bid and will participate in the construction of the Hong Kong subway line and acquire properties around the subway. 】
"I didn't find out about this mysterious company at the time. I only found out some time ago that it was your mother's company." Guan Yingjun's right shoulder was injured, but his right hand was not idle. While speaking, he slipped into Jian Ruochen's waist and pinched the soft flesh with his palm.
When Jian Ruochen couldn't stand the itch anymore, she glared at him.
Guan Yingjun is sometimes really scheming.
Knowing that pretending to be pitiful is useful, I will immediately pretend to be one.
Knowing that he would not break free of his injured hand regardless of the consequences, he used his left hand to do good things and his right hand to do bad things.
It was obvious that when we first met, Guan Yingjun was very cold and businesslike.
Who would have thought that someone who is usually very cold would be like this when he gets hot.
Jian Ruochen retracted one hand and grabbed Guan Yingjun's fingers, "So, Lu Jingchen and my mother also have a conflict of interest."
"According to current information, at that time, Lu Jingchen, the Hong Kong British government and Connacht were in a three-way competition. The Lu family seemed to be doing well on the surface. But in fact, the economic lifeline was in the hands of Connacht?"
Guan Yingjun said: "Not bad."
Jian Ruochen pursed his lips.
Doesn't this match his previous guess?
There was indeed something fishy about the original owner's mother's death.
She violated the interests of both Lu Jingchen and the British Hong Kong government, so no one came to her rescue during childbirth?
But it happened so long ago that many details are no longer traceable.
In the original book, the "young lady" ran away alone and eloped with someone, and all her decisions were made without telling the "extremely controlling housekeeper" Luo Binwen.
So Luo Binwen probably doesn't know the inside details.
"What happened back then can no longer be verified. You might as well think about your own affairs." Guan Yingjun raised his hand and gently stroked Jian Ruochen's back.
The boy still didn't have much flesh on his body. It felt like all bones when touched, but the part pressing on his leg was soft. Guan Yingjun shook his leg.
Jian Ruochen swayed slightly and leaned his shoulder on Guan Yingjun.
He simply leaned forward and said, "I know that many family-based serial criminals will use the same successful methods used by their elders. They believe that this way the success rate is higher."
Guan Yingjun thought back to the interrogation he had seen before, "Is it similar to the psychological safety zone you mentioned?"
"Hmm." Jian Ruochen unconsciously rubbed Guan Yingjun's fingers with his fingers, again and again, "The most valuable thing about me is my property."
Guan Yingjun's heart was itchy from being rubbed, and he closed his fingers together, clamping down on the fingers that were going in and out.
Jian Ruochen: ...
He pulled out his hand but failed to pull it out. He could only continue speaking, "I asked Uncle Luo last time. He said there is an heir in the side branch who can inherit the property, but that person is a tenured professor. Uncle Luo said he has no interest in property."
Guan Yingjun raised his eyebrows.
Seeing this expression, Jian Ruochen said, "I know you can't believe this. There is no man in the world who is not interested in money and power that are so close at hand."
"He has a motive to kill me, and Lu Rong also has a motive to kill me..."
He didn't know who to suspect now.
Maybe the two were in collusion.
But without evidence, suspicion is just speculation and no crime can be convicted.
Jian Ruochen sighed.
I just feel like there is still a lot to do.
When the secret files of MI6 surfaced, he was worried that he wouldn't be able to do much in the tide of history.
Even if you travel into a fictional novel, you cannot resist the whirlpool of muddy water.
Guan Yingjun untied Jian Ruochen's hair, and the platinum hair fell down. He put his hands in to comb it, pressing it from time to time.
Jian Ruochen narrowed his eyes in comfort.
Guan Yingjun rubbed his fingers, sniffing the scent of Jian Ruochen, and whispered: "Lu Rong wants to kill you, essentially to take away the interests in your hands."
Jian Ruochen responded in a low voice, "Yes, once I die, Conant's stock price will be unstable, Luo Binwen will no longer stay in Hong Kong, and the business may be completely withdrawn, and the vacant market will be divided up by existing capital."
"Yeah." Guan Yingjun stopped massaging the back of his neck, moved his fingers down, and gently held the person in his arms.
It has been a long time since Jian Ruochen looked so silent, trusting and dependent on someone like this.
The last time was probably at the 1892 Bar, where I put on a show for Lu Qian.
Jian Ruochen leaned in his arms and said...you went too deep.
Guan Yingjun stared at the small mole on Jian Ruochen's ear tip, and said something serious in a restrained hoarse voice: "The time for your gun license exam is out. It's April 15th, at 9:30 in the morning."
"oh."
Guan Yingjun couldn't help it anymore, he hissed softly.
Jian Ruochen immediately raised his head and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
Guan Yingjun lowered his head and kissed those lips with familiarity. Jian Ruochen was stunned for a moment, and then his lips and teeth were pried open.
He instinctively raised his hands to support the object in front of him.
It's over.
It was not like this at all when Guan Yingjun first met his family.
The first time they kissed on the rooftop of the old hotel, they just touched their mouths lightly.
It was as light as grass blown by the breeze, brushing against my ankles.
Why has it become like this now?
The violent storm almost bent my waist.
Jian Ruochen grasped the clothes in his hands and felt as if he was walking on clouds, dizzy.
He tried desperately to open his mouth to breathe, but the more he opened his mouth, the more his territory was invaded, and the more he wanted to take a breath, the less he could get it.
The army was completely routed.
Jian Ruochen's eyes were filled with tears. He couldn't help but pinched Guan Yingjun's chest hard. After the people left, he bent down to breathe for a while and said through gritted teeth, "You want to kill me?"
Guan Yingjun's eyes were deep.
Jian Ruochen choked, got up from his legs, and with weak hands and feet he managed to prop himself up twice before he sat down on the desk, and put one foot on Guan Yingjun's knee. "I did not mean that."
Guan Yingjun grabbed the ankle and put on the slippers that had fallen off, and said with reason, "My shoulder is injured, so the shower may take a long time. If you're hungry, I'll make you some food first."
Jian Ruochen: ...
How pitiful, it's like he is bullying people.
He said, "I'll help you."
In the end it took a full forty minutes.
By the end of the time, his hands were so sore that he couldn't hold on any longer, so he threw himself into the bathtub and washed himself at the same time.
The bath took more than an hour.
Later, Guan Yingjun went out first.
If the bathtub had any thoughts, it would feel pitiful to be installed in Guan Yingjun's house.
If they continue to help each other like this, his hands will be too sore to hold the gun.
Jian Ruochen walked into the kitchen and saw Guan Yingjun cooking with his left hand, so he drove him out, quickly made three simple dishes and brought them out.
After they finished their meal, they went to the study to look at the files for a while.
The first day of vacation is over.
The next day.
Before Jian Ruochen went to school, he said to the man with his bare chest wrapped in gauze, "I'm not coming today. I have to go to the police station to practice shooting after class."
Guan Yingjun paused as he fiddled with the gauze and said softly, "Business is more important."
Jian Ruochen walked over and quickly helped him tie the new gauze, "Alright."
When he turned to leave, his finger was hooked. Jian Ruochen turned around and saw Guan Yingjun sitting on the sofa, looking up at him.
Jian Ruochen took advantage of the fact that he was leaving and didn't hold back at all. He scratched Guan Yingjun's palm and said, "See you later."
He went out in a hurry and went home after class.
In the next few days, I went to the shooting range to practice shooting and prepare for the gun license exam.
As soon as Jian Ruochen entered the door, people gathered around to watch.
The boy wore transparent goggles and dark green noise-proof earmuffs. He had a firm look in his eyes and looked as one with his gun.
“Bang! Bang, Bang, Bang—”
After ten gunshots, the ten-ring area on the target paper was connected into a hole.
The police officers watching nearby immediately said, "Wow! No matter how many times we watch Consultant Jian's shooting skills, it's always amazing!"
“Is there any trick?”
"Yes." Jian Ruochen smiled, "The hand holding the gun should be at the same center of gravity as the head, and the attention should be on the center of the target instead of the gun."
After hearing this, the police officer immediately turned around and put it into practice, "You're just passing on your unique secrets to us? Then I must study hard, maybe I can surpass Sir Guan and become the new gun god of West Kowloon!"
Jian Ruochen smiled and said, "Let's share. If there are any good secrets in the future, please take care of me."
"Hey, sure."
Who doesn’t want to have a good relationship with the little God of Wealth?
Everyone returned to their own gun paths, raised their guns——
"Bang!"
at the same time.
A gunshot was also heard at the execution ground in West Kowloon.
Lu Qian was executed by firing squad.
One hour later.
A videotape was placed on Lu Rong's desk.
"Master Lu, I got the video of Lu Qian's execution. Do you want to see it?"
Lu Rong chuckled and said, "Zhuo Yawen is very efficient. He deserves to be the chief director."
He said, "I won't watch it, and there's no need to keep the master tape. I heard that ten days later, Superintendent Lam of the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit ordered a table of food at Tung Ming Boat House to celebrate the success of Serious Crime Unit A."
"Find someone who has nothing to do with the whole thing and give the master tape to Jian Ruochen."
"Just consider it a celebration."
Lu Rong lit a stick of sandalwood, inserted it into the incense holder, narrowed his eyes, and said softly: "After the celebratory gift is sent out, immediately tell Mr. Conant that the medicine has started to be sold. Who can sell it to depends on his ability."
A creepy itch crawled up the butler's spine.
Lu Rong raised his eyes and said dimly, "While Jian Ruochen and the police are distracted, Lu Rong and Jiang Hanyu should take back as much of the white industry as they can."
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Half a month later.
Dongming Shipyard.
Last day of vacation.
Everyone from Group A of the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit gathered together, clinking glasses while looking at the river view.
Bi Qianqian said: "Celebrating the conclusion of the Jiang and Lu families' case ~ Thank you, Little God of Wealth!"
She smiled and said, "Well, last year, the best thing was that Mr. Guan had a keen eye and brought us back Consultant Jian! The crime solving rate in West Kowloon has been rising!"
Jian Ruochen waved his hand quickly, stood up and drank a cup of wine, turned over the bottom of the cup and said, "I've finished drinking. If your injury hasn't healed yet, you don't have to follow me."
Song Xuyi applauded: "Good!"
Guan Yingjun was afraid that the team members would force Jian Ruochen to drink too much, so he knocked the wine glass with an iron spoon and said, "Take the chopsticks and eat."
Bi Xianxian drank some wine and became bolder. She teased, "Well...Sirs Guan cares so much about the little god of wealth. Shouldn't he take the lead in praising him and saying a few words?"
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