Prodigal son never prodigal

Chapter 232 Performance depends on you
He Shunzhi was also nervous.

Such overwhelming pressure made her unable to work, and she had to deal with things all day long.

When I have free time, I quietly go to the sports city to watch the excitement.

Even sitting on the bench next to the atrium, looking at Yan Qing's heroic figures on the stage, on the field, and even the racecourse on the huge picture, and then surrounded by a sea of ​​citizens, sports students, and sports enthusiasts cheering him on, I feel like Comfortable.

In order to offset the upset caused by other public opinions.

Song Siyu still has a legacy in corporate management, and he was soon able to discover the little policewoman from surveillance footage, employee reports and other channels. He sighed and bought two cups of milk tea and brought them over to sit there and watch together.

In fact, under the busy work and the overwhelming amount of information, it is quite relaxing to be able to watch something as mindlessly as watching a short video.

Especially since we have a companion, we both feel that the other is quite friendly.

In fact, the focus is all on the Taiwanese girl in denim shorts wearing a halter top and sun protection.

There seems to be no communication?

The assistant spent the whole time gathering and greeting the young masters and ladies running around.

Song Siyu also helped explain and received another US$500 million in project start-up funds, so Party A requested to take these little white robes to observe the Olympic Games.

That’s why you bring it with you.

However, no one saw it. The group of people who were still enjoying themselves did not wait until they entered the restaurant before Mihai quietly took out a pistol from his pocket and offered it to him!
At that time in Montmartre, when Yan Qing knocked down the thief who was trying to steal a mobile phone, he suddenly felt a gun on his waist.

With his lawless mentality, he naturally took it off and hid it in his sleeve.

Then it was quickly transferred to Qiu Wenfang's hands, and the little agent was thrown to Mihai as if touching live coals.

The boy naturally put it in silently.

Maybe some celebrities are simply spoiled by their teams and become lawless giant babies who dare to do anything and don't take the law seriously.

Yan Qing, on the other hand, doesn't care at all. If you use a gun to deal with me, then I dare to shoot back.

Do thieves in this society dare to carry guns? Then I dare to carry them too.

Otherwise, given that he already has a bright future by joining the national team and performing in concerts, he would still dare to conduct illegal transactions with others in the middle of the night.

A veteran gangster like him who has been killing and selling goods for several years has long forgotten the rules of society.

Only Gai Qingyun's constant reminders could make him restrain himself, but this would not create any legal awe.

The only difference is whether my brother is allowed to do it or not.

Now Qiu Wenfang was skillfully taking orders with the chattering children, while Yan Qing was sitting in the corner against the wall, playing with the pistol under the cover of the table, chair and napkin.

Gai Qingyun could compare the model at a glance: "It is made by the same mother as the Czech CZ-P10 you used last time on the border of western Guangxi. The CZ83 is not as famous as the CZ75, but this gun is mainly compact and convenient. In Europe The quantity is very large, and it may be a model commonly used by gang members and gangsters."

It does not have any modern features such as the plastic gun handle of the CZ-P10. The shape is also a bit retro, and it can be seen that it has been worn more, but it is still tight and compact in the hand.

Yan Qing just lamented that such murderous weapons can be seen everywhere in Europe?

Compared with Boss Fei's ability to concoct chemical bombs, this method in which women, children, the elderly and the weak can easily shoot and kill is even more terrifying.

Gai Qingyun teased him about the emphasis in European and American countries that only if everyone has a gun can there be no chaos.

But in fact, from the perspective of social stability and control, the proliferation of such guns is really dangerous. At least it is a huge threat to the police. It also forces European and American police to empty their magazines in order to protect themselves if something goes wrong.

Yan Qing agreed. At that time, he just knocked it over and was startled when he touched the gun. He took it off almost instinctively.

There were still a few bullets left. Gai Qingyun told him to wipe them clean and leave no fingerprints. It would be fine if he played with them. After the game, he would find a corner and throw them away. It was impossible to take them home.

Yan Qing hummed and complied.

Qiu Wenfang has become accustomed to his behavior of talking to himself, and greets the children to prepare for the delicious food.

At this time, a figure suddenly came over: "Gai Qingyun, I have something I want to talk to you about."

Just hearing the tone makes people uncomfortable.

Qiu Wenfang glanced quietly, but the other party also glanced at her with cold eyes and quickly jumped away.

Yan Qing looked up calmly.

A few years older than Gai Qingyun, probably less than 30 years old.

He had his hands in his pockets, he was well-dressed, and he was tall, thin and pale.

The Chinese even have a bit of a Beijing accent, which should be a surprise in a foreign country, but their expressions are full of condescending arrogance, which can easily make people feel disgusted and make them want to avoid dealing with them.

But Gai Qingyun only took one look and said, "Do you recognize who he looks like?!"

of course.Even without comparing portraits, Yan Qing could still see some outlines of Director Yan's facial features!
Is this his son who immigrated overseas a long time ago?

There is still a little bit of trouble solving the case at home.

Are you taking the initiative to deliver it to your door now?

Yan Qing turned her hands under the tablecloth and hid the CZ83 in the hem of her sports coat. She stood up and stretched out her hand: "Well, who are you?"

The other party actually didn't shake hands with him, and turned around and walked out: "Come with me, I saw your surveillance footage in Malaysia."

At this time, Qiu Wenfang froze and raised his head in shock.

Gai Qingyun also shouted at the same time: "He, he, he...he really saw it through that webcam!"

The camera that was abandoned by the Strait of Malacca was repeatedly checked by him and found to have the function of online remote viewing. This method is very common in domestic products.

On the contrary, there is no memory card inside the camera to save scenes, so it is thrown away.

After the camera was knocked off by a slingshot, the way it fell to the ground and struggled to scan it left a deep impression on him.

I thought it was just that the automatic motion capture function of many cameras was struggling. The only thing I worried about was that there was some viewer behind the scenes controlling what close-up pictures they wanted to take.

Now it seems true!
There is a law that says, the more you worry about the only possibility, the more likely it is to come true.

Anyway, the people on the phone were so scared that they were trembling when they spoke.

Qiu Wenfang also suddenly tightened her grip on the knife and fork in her hand.

Instead, Yan Qing smiled and sat back, continuing to chat with her casually: "Don't worry about it. If he says to follow, he will follow. I don't know what he said..."

But he took the napkin in his hand and began to wipe the gun under the tablecloth. He wrapped the handle and pulled out the magazine to wipe it, even wiping every bullet with such care.

In fact, even Gai Qingyun couldn't see his movement.

Of course, no one could see it except Mihai who was blocking the table, and even Qiu Wenfang didn't pay attention.

She took a deep breath and chose to trust Yan Qing completely. She also forced a smile and discussed with the little white robes whether there was pork in the recipe.

In fact, there were a lot of cameras piled up outside, and they followed them in crowds after they came out of the horse racing ring. Some people actually came up and wanted to curse a few words, but these few got in the car and looked for a place to eat when they came out.

The entrance of high-end restaurants even refuses entry to people holding cameras.

Now maybe someone really wants to imitate that Xiao Yan, put away the camera and pretend to be a diner coming in to take secret photos at close range.

But the attention was definitely focused on this young man who was wearing designer clothes, but with disheveled hair and cold eyes. He walked to the door of the restaurant.

Surprised to find that no one was following him, he turned around and shouted loudly: "Are you really not afraid that I will make it public?!"

Yan Qing didn't raise her eyelids at all, and shared with Gai Qingyun with a smile: "Even if it is photographed, so what, did you see us taking the chips? So what? Don't panic, it's a small matter, and even if it is revealed, it must be proven. It’s his father’s stolen money and he can’t get it, so he won’t let it out until he can still win it.”

Qiu Wenfang thought he was telling her, so he breathed a deep sigh of relief: "Yes, he doesn't dare to make it public, and we are not afraid of it!"

Gai Qingyun is a straight man and thinks: "Oh, yes, the camera only captured the scene when you first entered the door. The drone came in behind and didn't capture it. Ah... I guess you two have been too high-profile in the past two months. Even if I saw you two from the surveillance screen, I didn’t know who you were, but I probably caught them in the short video... Well, his father is still from the shooting center, and you are a member of the national team, so the relationship is certain. I’ll lock you in!”

Now that he was still wandering around the shooting range with such a high profile, Gai Qingyun easily searched a bunch of short videos and put them on his glasses to support Yan Qing's thoughts.

Yan Qing was even more confident and relaxed.

Xiao Yan finally realized that not everyone would be bossed around by him, and turned back angrily: "You know what you did! Don't force me to expose everything!"

Yan Qing leaned back in his chair: "I don't know what you are talking about, but please give the Chinese some face abroad."

Xiao Yan looked disdainfully: "Why are you so embarrassed? It's only because you low-level bitches have such a rare opportunity to go abroad that you are so submissive. I'm warning you once again. There are so many self-media outside. If you don't come out and talk to me, I will Make everything public!”

Qiu Wenfang has been in and out of the Mainland for half a year. He has never heard of such a class division in the Mainland. He is surprised.

Gai Qingyun was even more confused. Isn't this the common attitude of the children of corrupt officials and the children of high-ranking officials? They naturally despise leeks after sucking blood.

Yan Qingyun smiled lightly, raised his hand and dusted his fingers, as if chasing away flies, indicating where to go.

Just then the food started to be served, and the waiters, greeters, and Middle Eastern drivers and security all came over to drive people into isolation.

In fact, Xiao Yan, who only dared to be arrogant towards his compatriots, did not dare to be rebellious towards European and American people and retreated outside. Many self-media had quietly gathered around to film him, and he was scolded by him!
Gai Qingyun turned up the radio function to the maximum and was very nervous when he heard: "I really look down on the country. Every mouthful is a bastard. Lao Yan is not a good tutor."

But he really didn't give any details related to the case. He just sounded like a grumpy guy who went abroad.

We finished our meal slowly, paid the bill, and then went out together.

Avoiding Taiwanese girls, Yan Qing actually said: "It depends on him to close the case."

(End of this chapter)