Chapter 107 Old Yue's Phone Call

  What's going on?! What should I do?!

  Even if Qian Baiwan is a fool, he knows that this time the criminal police brigade came to arrest him, it's not an empty shot!! Maybe now the bureau has already obtained evidence of his crime and filed a case against him!!

  Just then, when he was at a loss for what to do, the phone in the office break room suddenly rang. Qian Baiwan didn't know whether to run away or answer it. His intuition told him that this call would bring bad news!

  "Boom!"

  Just as he was about to pick up the phone, a loud noise was heard, and the door of the office lounge was suddenly kicked open. A group of well-trained police officers rushed in, pinned down Qian Baiwan, who was facing the safe with his butt, handcuffed him, and said coldly: "Qian Baiwan, you are now suspected of multiple crimes including operating a brothel, engaging in private gambling activities involving large sums of money, and cheating at gambling! I am now formally arresting you on behalf of the Zhenzhou City Police Department. You have the right to speak, but anything you say will be used as evidence against you!!"

  This time, Qian Baiwan did not resist fiercely like last time when he was caught whoring, but instead quietly followed the criminal police team without saying a word.

  He now clearly realized that he was thoroughly defeated this time and couldn't escape. Moreover, in the office rest room, there was still an unexamined profit account of the underground casino, which was undoubtedly more powerful evidence.

  What's wrong?

  It's simple, just focus on the good things afterwards... maybe you can also shift some of the responsibility...

  From the moment Qian Baiwan was taken away, all the staff were stunned. In the hearts of most people, Qian Baiwan was a top-notch figure in the underworld of Zhenzhou City. How could such an awesome big brother of the black society fall so easily? Looking at Qian Baiwan's wretched face, with a self-deprecating and unlucky expression, everyone began to wonder: Who is so powerful that they can grasp Qian Baiwan's handle? It's known to people in the underworld that many want to get rid of Qian Baiwan, but just can't find an opportunity. This time... it seems like he's met his match!

  At the entrance of Caesar's Imperial Palace, a crowd of reporters had gathered, camera flashes flickering non-stop. Qian Baiwan, the notorious underworld boss, was finally caught. These reporters were busy indeed - just yesterday they reported on Qian Baiwan's illegal prostitution activities, and today it was his serious crime news, all within less than 24 hours. Some reporters couldn't help but sigh: "When someone is down on their luck, even drinking water can get stuck in their teeth." Just like Qian Baiwan - looking at his swollen, dark eyes, he probably hadn't slept a wink yet... According to some rumors, the tip-off about Qian Baiwan's illegal prostitution activities at the Royal Hot Springs last night came from his own son, Qian Hu. Who knows if it's true or not? If it is, then this father-son duo of the Qian family are truly a pair of jinxes.

  …………

  Luoling came out of the house and didn't go anywhere, but rushed to the Haijin Hotel. At around 2 pm, Jiangyan suddenly called: "Luoling, great news! At 1 o'clock this afternoon, Qian Baiwan was successfully caught! Now he is locked in a small black room, with sufficient evidence, no matter how good a lawyer he hires or what kind of relationship he has, he will definitely be sentenced!"

  It can be heard that Jiang Yan's tone is very happy, she is a good police officer, Qian Baiwan this kind of person was caught smoothly, of course, it also made her feel a burst of coolness.

  "That's great!"

  "Hmm... where are you now? What are you doing?" Jiang Yan asked.

  "In the Haijin Hotel, nothing is done without adding oil to the fire." Luo Lin said with a somewhat casual smile.

  "Adding fuel to the fire?" Jiang Yan asked in surprise.

  "Hmm." At this time, a voice came from Lorrin's side, and then he chuckled and said, "Sister Yan, are there any other cases in your bureau now?"

  "Huh? What does it mean?"

  "There's nothing... " He paused for a moment, "I have some surveillance footage of Wang Hu, the son of that millionaire, hacking someone to death on the street. I don't know if you can use it."

  "Huh?" Jiang Yan was slightly stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Really? Then it must be useful."

  …………

  Luo Lin took the surveillance video of Qian Hu's brawl at the Haijin Hotel to the city bureau, where Jiang Yan came out to meet him. This was not Luo Lin kicking Qian Baiwan or the Qian family when they were down, but rather an attempt to make Qian Baiwan stretched thin, and if his only son Qian Hu got into another situation at this critical juncture, it would certainly put psychological pressure on him. To thoroughly defeat someone, one must think of every way to launch a psychological attack!

  To pity one's enemy is not kindness but stupidity.

  Forgiving or sparing an enemy who may harm you in the future is undoubtedly suicidal, unless you have 100% confidence that you can reform him and guarantee that he will not take revenge on you. Otherwise, you should understand the principle of cutting the grass to eliminate the roots!

  Don't talk about gods and Buddhas, they are benevolent to all living beings because in their eyes, the multitude of living beings are like ants, posing no threat to them at all! If you could pose a threat, they would have at least 99 ways to get rid of you.

  "Ah, here it is." At the entrance of the municipal bureau, Luolin handed the video recording of Qianhu's fight to Jiangyan. Suddenly, he noticed that her beautiful eyes seemed to have a hint of dark circles under them, and he couldn't help but show concern, "Yan jie, don't overwork yourself, look, you've got dark circles under your eyes. If you become ugly, I won't want you anymore."

  "Pfft! You stinky brat, what are you talking about?!" Jiang Yan's face turned red from Luo Lin's sudden serious joke, and she went up to pinch his cheek, "Not seeing each other for two days, and as soon as we meet, you're making fun of me?"

  "Yes, yes, yes, Yan Jie, I shouldn't have joked. Actually... no matter how much you change, you can't become ugly, after all, the foundation is here, a beautiful mess, wanting to be ugly, it's really not your talent, isn't this forcing someone beyond their abilities?"

  "Get lost!" Jiang Yan was secretly delighted, but her face pretended to be puffed up as she raised her fist, "Alright, I won't talk to you about it anymore. The case of Qian Baiwan will keep our bureau busy enough, and only after submitting it to the court can I rest. These days, don't get me into trouble, if things get out of hand, I won't have time to help you."

  "Okay, sister Yan, I'll leave first. When you're free, I'll treat you to dinner."

  "Uh, bye-bye~~"

  The two parted ways, Jiang Yan's tall and capable figure quickly returned to the unit, while Luo Lin stretched out his hand and hailed a taxi, getting in.

  "Where to?"

  "Go......" Lorraine was about to speak when her phone in her pocket rang.

  She picked up her phone and saw an unfamiliar number. Lorraine's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but she still answered: "Hello, who is this?"

  After a brief silence, a thick and mature voice came from the other end: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Luo?"

  Lorraine hesitated for a moment and didn't deny it: "Who are you?"

  "That side got the answer, the tone is still solemn: 'Hello Mr. Luo, I am Jiang Yan's father, called Jiang Songyue. May I ask if you have time now, I would like to invite you out alone, have a meal or drink an afternoon tea.'"

  Jiang Yan's father... Jiang Songyue? ? ? ...

  Luo Lin's mind was a mess, what's going on? Sister Yan's father is looking for me? What could it be about? ... He knew this Jiang Songyue, who was a key figure in the old leadership of Zhengzhou City. Back then, his own uncle hadn't even taken the position of Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, and Jiang Songyue's connections and influence were like a banner in the official circles of Zhengzhou City. However, with the rapid economic development of Zhengzhou City in recent years, the leadership team has been replaced batch by batch, and now Jiang Songyue's position is basically an empty title, from which he will retire directly. His connections are still there, but his actual power is gone.

  But to be honest, one can't underestimate Jiang Songyue after all. He's been a veteran of the officialdom for over thirty years, with many tricks up his sleeve. Since his rebirth, Luo Lin had never come into contact with anyone over fifty years old before. It was said that Jiang Songyue had been calm and cautious in handling matters since he was young, and was very experienced. People called him "Old Yue".

  Sitting in the back seat, Lorin's brief moment of contemplation was followed by a flurry of thoughts and guesses in her mind. Finally, she made up her mind and smiled: "Mr. Jiang, it's an honor, I have time now. Where shall we meet?"

  "Bayang District, Nanjing Road, Fengxian Teahouse, 12th card seat, 4 o'clock, be on time." The words were spoken in one breath, very concise, and the call was hung up without any hesitation.

  Lorraine put the phone in her pocket, narrowed her eyes, and turned to look at the city bureau's gate. Now Yan Jie should still be busy and absolutely unaware that her father had just called herself. What was it about?

  At this time, Lorraine couldn't understand no matter how hard she tried. Forget it, just go and you'll know. She wasn't worried that this was someone's conspiracy; if anyone wanted to mess with her, they wouldn't think of disguising themselves as Jiang Yan's father, Jiang Songyue.

  "Hey, mister, are you getting out or what?" Just as Loring was lost in thought, the taxi driver turned around with a slightly impatient tone.

  Luo Lin smiled and said: "Sorry for keeping you waiting... Let's go to the Fengxian Teahouse on Nanjing Road in Boyang District."

  Vroom! The taxi's accelerator was pressed down and it sped away.

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  Jiang Songyue's home was not far from Fengxian Teahouse, so he arrived early on foot and sat in the reserved seat No. 12, ordered a cup of Longjing tea, and began to savor it while reading the newspaper. The atmosphere inside Fengxian Teahouse was very cozy, with most customers being elderly people, and the soft music of the guqin playing slowly. Under his calm and peaceful face, however, was a mind that was racing at high speed.