Violators Club

Chapter 36

Chapter 36 Little Tsundere
The Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station tidied up the uniform on their body.

Yang Jinrong, whose face was slightly immature, but whose eyes were firm and powerful, pushed open the door of the office:

"Huang sir, are you looking for me?"

The office is not big, and there are many documents on the desk.

The overall look is a bit sloppy, and the one sitting on the office chair is a fat middle-aged man.

He was fat, so fat that one wondered if the oversized uniform would burst.

The neck is a bit short, the arms are not very long, and the facial features are not as majestic and sharp as a policeman should be. Instead, they look like corrupt officials with a fat brain.

But in fact, the yellow sir in front of him is not simple.

Although his body is bloated and his skills are terrible, he has a good mind that others cannot envy. His small eyes are shining with shrewdness. He feels like a lazy and wise old orange cat, so everyone likes him in private Call this one - Fat Cat Huang sir.

Looking at Yang Jinrong in front of him, Fat Cat Huang sir had a festive smile on his face, and he got up and went to the tea area:
"Arong, you are here, coffee or tea."

Yang Jinrong glanced at the coffee in the opponent's hand: "I'd better drink coffee."

Two cups of coffee, not expensive, both instant bargains.

Cursing a damned ghost in his heart, Sha Mao couldn't help but miss the glorious days of the past few years, but this thought only flashed in his mind.

After taking a sip of the coffee, the Fat Cat, who felt a little hot, put the coffee cup on the table. With a raised brow, he looked at the young man in front of him: "I heard you made a lot of noise today?"

Surprise flashed across Yang Jinrong's eyes, and he raised his head subconsciously.

Today's operation was arranged by the sir Huang from the police station building. It is impossible for the fat cat Huang sir in Tsim Sha Tsui not to know, so he didn't understand what the other party meant.

So after a short thought, Yang Jinrong, who was somewhat cautious in his heart, smiled lightly and waved his hands:
"It's all nonsense, it's no big deal."

But fat cat Huang sir shook his head, he raised his brows, and there was a little more playfulness in his eyes:
"you sure?"

Yang Jinrong frowned, and his expression became a little more unnatural: "Huang sir, I don't quite understand what you mean."

After all, he was still too tender, and Yang Jinrong knew that Huang Zhicheng had signaled this action because of Chen Changqing.

But the problem is that it is impossible for Huang Zhicheng to tell Fat Cat Huang Sir about Chen Changqing.

And Yang Jinrong's reaction in front of him has exposed something to a certain extent.

After successfully being bombarded with the information he wanted, fat cat Huang sir took a deep look at the other party, and he waved his hand:
"If you don't understand, go back and think about it carefully. When you understand it, come to me."

He pursed his lips. Although he was still very immature, Yang Jinrong's keen sixth sense made him realize something, but looking at the fat cat Huang Sir who was looking down at the document, Yang Jinrong could only leave with a frown.

With a "click", the office door closed.

About seven or eight seconds later, fat cat Huang sir closed the folder, and he patted the wardrobe behind the chair:
"Come out, he's already gone, what do you think of Arong?"

The door of the cabinet was pushed open, and the sheriff Ma Jun, who looked lean and capable, and looked somewhat similar to Donnie Yen, came out of the cabinet:
"I can't see through it, but he is very stable in his work."

Fat Mao Huang sir nodded. Ma Jun's thoughts were similar to his, but the next second he changed the topic:
"Then how do you feel, Hua?"

Ah Hua is Watson, the person who called Pineapple Boy for [-] yuan. He has a very good relationship with Ma Jun. In private, the relationship is like a brother. But precisely because of the good relationship, Ma Jun can't help frown:

"You don't really want him to be an undercover agent, do you?"

Fat cat Huang sir gave a dry laugh and rubbed his hands, like a cunning old fat cat: "Take a look first, if it suits you..."

But Ma Jun's eyes flashed a look of dissatisfaction: "What is suitable, you let him take all the money, I really think I'm stupid!"

Tsim Sha Tsui is so big that it cannot all belong to Gandhi.

Although catching small thieves on weekdays is considered a performance, it is not as exciting as catching big thieves.

What fat cat Huang sir wants to do Ma Jun knows very well, he just wants A Hua to be an undercover agent.

But after all, he is his brother, and Ma Jun doesn't want him to be an undercover agent from the bottom of his heart, because the risk of being an undercover agent is too high, and he will be finished if he is not careful.

The fat cat, Sir Huang, knew that Ma Jun and Watson had a good relationship, so he expressed his understanding of Ma Jun's dissatisfaction, and even gave an explanation: "Don't worry, no one will check the money. I have a good friend who passed by." He will be promoted to senior inspector in a few years, and today he asked me to help him."

The words were very transparent, it was arranged by the superior rather than his fat cat Huang sir's own thoughts.

It means that even if there is a fire one day, it cannot be regarded as evidence of bribery. After all, it is recorded in the file. Under the explanation of fat cat Huang sir, Ma Jun's expression softened a little, but he was still a little bit dissatisfied after all. Don't worry too much:
"Ahua is a good guy, but I'm worried that he has a bad mentality."

Rolling his eyes, Fat Mao gave Ma Jun a speechless look.

Can Ah Hua do it, as an officer, doesn't he understand better than Ma Jun?
In fact, the best candidate in his mind is Yang Jinrong.

This kid doesn't look tender, but his response is first-rate, and he is also impeccable in his daily affairs.

With a little polishing, he is definitely a one-on-one talent.

It's a pity that Yang Jinrong is a graduate of the police academy, and he is still No. 1. It is impossible for him to be an undercover agent with his roots.

In addition to Yang Jinrong, Chen Changqing who came to report today is also a talent. Although his old friend didn't say anything, he can vaguely guess Chen Changqing's identity through the conversation with Yang Jinrong.

By the way, there is also Liu Jianming who graduated some time ago.

Sha Mao saw this man when he went to the police station building years ago.

There is an aura of aura all over his body, he is careful in doing things, meticulous in thinking, and is also the type of watertight. He is born to be a good material for an undercover agent.

But unfortunately, Liu Jianming is also a member of the police station building.

And when he thought that there are so many talents in the police station building, and he only has crooked melons and dates on his side, Sir Fat Mao Huang couldn't help but feel sour: "Let's talk about it at that time, this group of dead people rushing to the street will not give a single good seedling." I stay."

Ma Jun also knew what his boss was thinking. In fact, not only the fat cat Huang sir was greedy, but he, the police chief, was also greedy.

But on the surface, Ma Jun still joked:

"No, fat cat, you despise me?"

Fat cat Huang sir rolled his eyes, and he glared at the other party angrily: "Otherwise, you would fight all day long, do you know how many lawsuits have been filed against you this month?"

Ma Jun scratched his head in embarrassment: "I know how to catch thieves."

The fat cat Huang sir curled his lips, and said with a bit of helplessness in his tone, "Otherwise, do you think I will protect you until now?"

Ma Jun still has some abilities. Among other things, in terms of professional level in Tsim Sha Tsui, Ma Jun is definitely a well-deserved number one.

But this kid has a violent personality, and he always controls his emotions more than himself when handling cases.

In terms of trouble-making ability, no one in Tsim Sha Tsui can match this trouble-making spirit.

The knife is a good knife, but it just cuts a bit.

And looking at the thick pile of prosecution reports on the table, thinking about Yang Jinrong, Chen Changqing, and Liu Jianming, Sir Fat Mao Huang couldn't help but sigh sourly.

Why, it's not that I'm short of your money.

Why are they all running to the police station building, trembling and cold, when will I stand up at the Greater Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station!

On the other side, Yang Jinrong, who left the office, had a flicker of thought on his brows, and what he was thinking about was still the conversation with the fat cat Huang sir just now.

Looking back now, the more I think about it, the more I don't feel quite right.

It wasn't that he was afraid of Chen Changqing's identity being exposed. After all, Huang Zhicheng personally called the fat cat, Sir Huang, and the person who ordered Yang Jinrong to catch the pineapple was also the old fat cat. This shows that the relationship between the two is at least friends rather than hostility.

But the feeling of being played around by people when you are confused is really uncomfortable.

Yang Jinrong is a strong person, but he is a self-proclaimed genius, but he has suffered repeated setbacks today.

And just as he was thinking wildly, a familiar voice came from behind:

"Do you want to eat? The goose leg left for you."

Subconsciously looked back, only to find that it was Chen Changqing.

Off-white sportswear, a Rolex watch with a cracked surface on his wrist, and a maroon roast goose leg dripping with fat in his other hand.

Yang Jinrong took the goose leg, but instead of eating it, he asked a question:
"What about you?"

Chen Changqing shook his head, a smile couldn't help appearing on his face:
"I don't eat, my girlfriend is waiting for me to eat at home."

Yang Jinrong, who ate a mouthful of dog food for no reason, felt a little full:

"What are you going to do next?"

Chen Changqing wiped his hands and took out half a packet of Hongta from his pocket: "It depends on the situation. If Gandhi comes, we are ready to reconcile in private."

Yang Jinrong frowned: "What if he doesn't come?"

Chen Changqing froze for a moment, then turned his head to look at the other party in surprise: "Do you want to bet?"

After taking a bite of the goose leg, Yang Jinrong said vaguely, "What are you betting on?"

"I haven't thought about it for a while. If Gandhi really didn't come, you will hold this pineapple down for me."

"I try my best."

"correct……"

"what?"

Yang Jinrong was silent. He originally wanted Chen Changqing to teach him some language skills. After all, today's feeling is too uncomfortable.

Except for the old rival Chen Changqing, and the fat cat Huang sir, the boss, even the little guy who he looked down on, Pineapple Boy, failed to gain an advantage in the verbal confrontation.

So he desperately hopes to have a teacher who can teach him.

But at the moment of speaking?
Inexplicably, he felt a little more ashamed in his heart, but in the end he couldn't wipe his face off, so he could only turn his head arrogantly:

"Smoking is bad for your health."

Chen Changqing froze for a moment, then rolled his eyes:
"Go away, you're not my girlfriend."

(End of this chapter)