Chapter 118: Fishing Enforcement
The supervisor stared straight at the person in front of him.
Jian Ruochen tightened his grip on the paper bag and looked back at his supervisor. The man had a greasy look, and his small eyes flashed with vigilance and calculation.
At some point, four or five male monks gathered and surrounded the corner tightly.
Jian Ruochen looked calm, but his heart was beating in his throat.
With so many people watching, there was no way he could take anything out of the completely sealed paper bag without anyone noticing!
You can't just do superficial work.
what to do?
In a flash, Jian Ruochen's palms began to sweat.
Guan Yingjun reached out and took the paper bag again. He stared at the supervisor with cold eyes and said, "My brother's medicine cannot be handled by any stranger."
The supervisor insisted, "I need to take a look, I don't have to touch it."
The pills here are packed in small transparent sealed bags with labels and dosage on them so that you can see them at a glance.
"Just pour it out and show it to me. This is our rule. Please don't make it difficult for me."
Guan Yingjun sneered, stretched out his legs to hook the wheelchair and pulled it to the side, then opened the mouth of the paper bag and poured the contents onto the chair.
A transparent square plastic bag and a piece of paper fell on the chair and scattered.
The supervisor grabbed the paper.
Jian Ruochen closed his eyes slightly, sweat oozing out of his palms.
He glanced over and found that the paper was very thin, just an ordinary piece of paper, not folded into a square, and it was not the same feeling he had just touched.
It should just be a handwritten prescription.
Sure enough, the supervisor turned it over to take a look in confusion. Why was it a normal prescription?
He lowered his head again and looked at the things scattered on the wheelchair.
It's all pills.
There is nothing fishy about it!
Jian Ruochen's clenched fists relaxed, and the summer breeze blew over, cooling his wet palms.
Guan Yingjun turned the paper bag upside down again, then pointed the wide-open mouth at the supervisor, "Did you see it clearly?"
The corners of his lips curled up in a sarcastic arc, "Are they all ordinary medicines?"
Jian Ruochen glanced at the paper bag and instantly understood Guan Yingjun's method of hiding things.
There should be two brown paper bags put together, and the evidence found earlier was hidden in the gap between the two brown paper bags.
It's time to perform.
Jian Ruochen blinked and said dissatisfiedly: "I don't think you need donations at all."
The supervisor looked gloomy and wanted to hand the prescription back, but Guan Yingjun glanced at him indifferently and did not take it.
He bent down and picked up the plastic pill bags scattered on the wheelchair and put them back into the brown paper bag.
Penis looked at the adults who were on edge.
She was terrified.
No one paid attention to her, and no one took her to change clothes. Her wet skirt was still dripping with water. It was summer, but the little girl was shivering with cold.
Jian Ruochen wanted to turn around and leave.
But this church-run welfare organization is just too weird.
Once they leave, the church will not gain any benefits, and Penis and others may be blamed, or even forced to be interrogated without being taken care of.
We can't let the children get involved with them.
Jian Ruochen sneered and cursed in a low voice: "Absurd."
The monks who gathered around felt hot on their faces.
Helplessness and regret suddenly filled their hearts. Some people even held the cross on their chests and secretly blamed their supervisors in their hearts.
Why be so aggressive?
It made them lose face.
Jian Ruochen took a deep breath and seemed to calm down. "It's not safe outside now. It's a good thing for you to be cautious, sir."
The supervisor was confused and uncertain.
He instinctively felt that he couldn't let the person in front of him continue talking. The situation was a bit bad. "Do you understand--"
Jian Ruochen interrupted: "I will still donate."
The monks were shocked and looked at each other.
"I will donate 10 million." Jian Ruochen's lips curled up slightly.
10 million is enough.
It is enough to make these "puri practitioners" greedy.
Anyone who misappropriates, embezzles or misappropriates donated funds or materials exceeding RMB 100,000 shall have the property returned and be sentenced to five to seven years in prison.
If the amount exceeds 5 million, there will be no life sentence.
He is very skilled in sting operation.
You can't let people intimidate you for nothing.
Guan Yingjun glanced at him, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and he said nothing.
So clever.
The brim of the black fisherman's hat was drooping. Although I couldn't see the face underneath the brim, I could imagine the lively eyes.
Jian Ruochen said: "Use this money to buy new quilts and new clothes for the children. Use it well. I will come to see you again in a while. I hope that by then you will have..."
The house was ransacked.
He paused and said, "Improve the living standards of children. I hope you can be worthy of your beliefs and your heart."
It’s best not to be greedy.
If you are greedy, don't blame the West Kowloon Regional Police Department for picking up performance.
This money is not only the bait for sting operation, but also a talisman to protect Penis and others from being vented on others' anger, and an excuse to come here again.
The crazy woman who is suspected to be related to my mother has not been questioned clearly yet.
Jian Ruochen lowered his brows, took the pen handed to him by Guan Yingjun and signed a check. Without looking at his supervisor, he handed it to the monk who had received him at the beginning.
The check was given to the monk, and since the supervisor's authority was challenged, he would definitely snatch it.
The trust between these people is very fragile, and with a little skill they can be driven into internal strife.
Jian Ruochen said: "Monk, please move the wheelchair and I will leave the task of taking care of the children to you."
The rain had just stopped, but the sky was still gloomy and cloudy.
The water vapor in the air is sticky.
Jian Ruochen tightened the pen cap and turned around to signal Guan Yingjun to leave.
The monks looked at their backs, their ears turned red with shame, and they felt ashamed.
There are such people in the world.
Although he was offended by his supervisor, he still made a donation out of concern for the children's lives.
A full ten million!
After exchanging daily necessities for the children, there will be a lot left, which they can share.
This gentleman is such a nice guy!
The supervisor is so mean. Isn’t it just buying some vitamins and calcium tablets? He is so suspicious.
He must be Judas reincarnated!
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Jian Ruochen and Guan Yingjun walked out of the church welfare home side by side.
After making sure that there was no one following him, he immediately quickened his pace and headed straight for the car parked on the side of the road.
It was not until he sat in the passenger seat that Jian Ruochen realized that he was sweating.
He took off his fisherman's hat, and the hair hidden inside immediately fell apart, with a few strands sticking wetly to his forehead. Jian Ruochen didn't bother to tidy it up, and asked, "Sir Guan, what did you get? They are so alert, there must be something important hidden. You are the best at sneaking into the enemy camp to find evidence as an undercover."
Guan Yingjun: …
He smiled helplessly, "Are you praising me?"
"Yes. You are more sensitive to words and numbers. You can read ten lines at a glance. You must be faster than me in finding files." Jian Ruochen said. He couldn't wait any longer. He raised his hand to take the brown paper bag, twisted it with two fingers, and it opened.
He opened the two paper bags together, revealing a neatly folded piece of paper hidden in the middle.
Guan Yingjun watched and felt that they had a tacit understanding.
Without any words or even eye contact, Jian Ruochen knew how he would hide things and quickly cooperated.
It fits so well.
Apart from Jian Ruochen, no one in this life will be able to keep up with his thinking and pace so quickly.
Jian Ruochen unfolded the paper.
These are two pieces of paper pulled out from the archives. There is a yellowed and faded photo pinned on the upper right corner of the first chapter. It shows the woman who looks 80% like Jian Ruochen.
Look at the name again: Crystal Gwendolen Conant.
Below is her physical examination report and medical history.
Jian Ruochen scanned the page quickly.
Judging from her appearance and medical records, this must be the original owner's mother.
Guan Yingjun waited until he turned to the next page before speaking, "This one is the payment record."
Jian Ruochen felt a headache looking at the densely packed fine grids and the ant-sized light grey numbers on them. After hastily reading a few account headings, he raised the paper higher and higher, and brought it closer and closer, wishing he could look at it from close up.
"I checked. They are all local Hong Kong accounts, from Hong Kong banks. However, the account names do not seem to belong to Conant. This Yucheng Shipping Co., Ltd. is a local Hong Kong company." Guan Yingjun covered Jian Ruochen's eyes. "Don't look at it. The words are too small. The light in the car is not good. Let's go back to the police station to check."
Jian Ruochen put down the paper and said, "After my mother came to Hong Kong, Butler Luo didn't find me until more than 20 years later. This means that she didn't use the money in Conant's account after she came to Hong Kong."
For bank VIP users of Conant's level, if they need to find people or the flow of funds, even if it's just one dollar, they can find out where it was spent.
Luo Binwen couldn’t be found, which meant that the original owner’s mother didn’t spend the money in the account at all.
Jian Ruochen: "But as far as I know, Yucheng Shipping Co., Ltd. does not belong to the Jiang family."
Jiang Mingshan was sentenced to death and Jiang Hanyu was sentenced.
He is already familiar with the Jiang family's business.
"I'll ask Uncle Luo." He sent a text message to Luo Binwen and received a reply in less than ten minutes.
The above is an unexpected yet reasonable name.
"Lu Jingchen." Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then suddenly realized, "No wonder."
A red light came on ahead.
Guan Yingjun held the steering wheel and tapped the leather surface of the steering wheel with his index finger unconsciously, "I see."
With this account name used to pay the medical expenses for Jian Ruochen's mother, all the unsolved mysteries seemed to be revealed.
The two looked at each other and simultaneously recalled what they had analyzed in the study in the police apartment some time ago.
Lu Jingchen has a conflict of interest with his mother.
At that time, the Lu family, the British Hong Kong government and Connacht were the three major powers, and the Lu family seemed to be in a prosperous situation.
In fact, economic lifelines and projects such as industrial development are all in the hands of Conant.
Lu Jingchen originally wanted to fight with Conant, but he didn't have much strength.
At this time, Oliver Conant Keith appeared.
As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Lu Jingchen has a conflict of interest with the original owner's mother and wants to seize economic control of Hong Kong.
Oliver Keith also had a conflict of interest with the original owner's mother and wanted to seize Conant's inheritance rights.
Driven by interests, the two men reached a cooperation.
So it’s no surprise that Lu Rong and Olivier Keith collaborated again 20 years later.
Jian Ruochen turned his head expressionlessly and looked out the window.
After all, he became the common enemy of these two people.
The red light turns green.
The traffic moved slowly forward.
The wheels pressed into the puddles on the road, making a wet, sticky, friction sound with splashing water.
Jian Ruochen propped up his head and sighed, "What a pity, these are all our guesses. Although they may be the truth, they cannot be used as evidence in court."
Lu Jingchen, who could serve as a witness, was already angry to death by Lu Qian's death.
In the final analysis, he was the one who got angry to death.
Jian Ruochen: ...
Oh, it’s too early to get angry.
Why doesn’t that old man hold on for a few more months and be tried before being killed?
Why!
He sighed twice and was a little dazed.
Such an outstanding person, an entrepreneur, a mother, a woman in her prime, was killed like this.
Guan Yingjun glanced sideways.
The young man lowered his eyebrows, frowned, and his eyes were a little red. Jian Ruochen has been without a mother since he was born, and has lived a life of calculation. When he learned the truth many years later, he could only see a cold medical record.
For 20 years, there was no evidence, no case was filed, and the statute of limitations had passed. Even if everyone knew the truth, they could not prosecute.
Jian Ruochen is smart and likes to take responsibilities, so he might be sad for several days.
Guan Yingjun turned his wrist, turned around and drove the car to the door of a store and stopped, "Wait for me five minutes."
Jian Ruochen said "Oh" absentmindedly, still regretting that she had angered Lu Jingchen to death too early, her eyes were empty.
Fortunately, Lu Rong has a good psychological quality.
I wasn't mad at the Kowloon Walled City.
It can be retried.
Less than five minutes.
Guan Yingjun came back with steam on his body.
He raised his hand to close the car door and placed a bunch of white and golden hydrangeas into Jian Ruochen's arms.
The hydrangeas are in clusters, three or four together, so beautiful.
Jian Ruo was stunned for a moment, "How do I send flowers?"
Is this too sudden? There has to be a reason.
"To coax you." Guan Yingjun was in no hurry to drive, and his tone was almost the same as usual.
He paused, as if sighing: "Don't sigh with a frown on your face."
It's so heartbreaking.
Jian Ruochen was speechless and opened his mouth.
Sir Guan is so good at this, knowing that he is a little inferior in love!
Guan Yingjun said: "We can't sue for what happened 20 years ago, but phenmetholone and Oliver Keith are closely related, so the school doctor is also a direction for a thorough investigation."
"Yes. He has killed other people before, and that string of pseudonyms can also be checked." Jian Ruochen stared at the flowers.
He didn't actually need to be coaxed, but when he saw the flowers, his heavy heart seemed to lighten up.
Jian Ruochen held a bunch of hydrangeas in her arms, turned her head and looked at the man in the driver's seat on the right.
Those eyes were deep and sharp, and the brows were furrowed, hiding a little worry, but more of it was a surging and surging gentle emotion that wrapped the person tightly.
Jian Ruochen thought he would kiss her, after all, Guan Yingjun just had a bad temper and loved to kiss his family.
But the two of them stared at each other for three minutes, and Jian Ruochen's eyes were tired, but Guan Yingjun still had this serious attitude as if he was ready to drive him to investigate the case at any time.
...There is no one here, so why should I endure it?
It's a chance to get back on track.
Jian Ruochen raised his chin and said, "Come closer."
He said confidently: "I want to kiss you."
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