My Husband, Warm The Bed (CEO's Mistaken Wife)

Chapter 1839: Childhood sweethearts chapter, the atmosphere is wrong

"My face..." Zhao Ziqian patted his face and roared, "I've totally embarrassed you all."

Zhao Ziqian was usually polite when talking to his subordinates, but he had never lost his temper so loudly before. When he got angry, many people present were so frightened that they lowered their heads and remained silent, but there were exceptions.

The representative of the trace department was not satisfied with Zhao Ziqian's accusation: "What do you mean we have completely embarrassed you? Don't you have no responsibility at all?"

Zhao Ziqian only felt that someone had hit him hard with a stick, and for a moment he didn't know how to refute.

Under the surprised gazes of others, the representative of the trace department said again: "Team Zhao, it's not that we didn't work hard or that we didn't look for clues attentively, but the scene was really cleaned too clean, so we didn't find any clues." arrive."

Zhao Ziqian usually gets along well with his subordinates and does not have any leadership airs. However, when his subordinates retorted like this at the meeting, he had nothing to show for it: "So if we can't find any clues, we can stop investigating? The case is not solved." Can we not let the dead die unjustly and let the murderers go free?"

The representative of the trace department played with the pen in his hand and said seriously: "We also want to find clues, but we just can't find them. How can we still fake it?"

"Fake? Is this what you, a police officer, should say if you can't find any clues?" Zhao Ziqian was so angry. If he had known that these bastards would not give him face, he shouldn't have spoiled them on weekdays. "I think you can go home. Go to sleep, this position is not for you.”

The trace department representative kicked his chair back, stood up and retorted: "Old Zhao, you saw it with your own eyes. From the corpse dismemberment case to the bar murder case, we worked day and night for so many days. How did it get into your mouth?" As soon as you say it, it means that we are not looking for clues. If you tell me to go home, I want to ask you, what are you doing these days? "

Mad, he really didn't gain much. Even the bar murder case was a strong clue provided by Hang Jin.

At this moment, Zhao Ziqian really felt that he had been completely humiliated.

But the same goes for Xiao Zhang from the trace department. Doesn’t she know how he treats her on weekdays? He just said angry words, but she made it impossible for him to stand down in front of so many people. What can he do? He can only hold on: "You, what do you mean?"

Xiao Zhang, representative of the trace department: "You still don't understand what I mean?"

Zhao Ziqian's voice was almost hoarse: "I don't understand. Please explain it clearly to me."

Xiao Zhang, the representative of the trace department, said again: "Okay, since you asked me to say it, I will say it. All of us do our jobs well in our own positions, and I haven't heard of anyone having particularly outstanding results. But no one has held back this team, but you, Captain Zhao, are you sure you could have solved the recent cases without Mr. Hang’s help? "

Xiao Zhang was like a roundworm in Zhao Ziqian's belly. Every word he said stabbed the weak spot that Zhao Ziqian cared about most.

It turns out that he is not the only one who thinks that he is not good enough. His subordinates also think so without saying anything. If he does not reflect on himself, the captain of the Cangshan District Criminal Investigation Detachment may not have the shame to continue working.

I understand in my heart, but I can't lose my aura, otherwise I can really go home to nurse my child.

He added: "I didn't do my essential job well. If you can do it, then come and I'll leave this case to you to solve."

Zhao Ziqian threw the folder heavily on the table, turned and walked out of the conference room.

Everyone in the conference room looked at me and I looked at you. Xiao Zhou said, "Xiao Zhang, you just went too far. We all see how hard Team Zhao has worked over the years and how many cases he has solved." We cannot deny his work ability and attitude just because of the recent cases.”

"I know it all, but look at what he did just now. I just said one word, and he told me to go back, so I couldn't help but say a few more words." Xiao Zhang also regretted what he said, but he said it Words are like water that is thrown out and cannot be taken back.

"It seems that you really need to change your leader." Jiang Zhen, who had been silent until now, said something coldly, then stood up and left.

Everyone, look at me and I look at you. What does this Jiang University forensic doctor who usually never talks about things outside of work suddenly say this?

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Back in the office, Zhao Ziqian lit a cigarette and took two deep puffs.

What Xiao Zhang, the representative of the trace department, said just now was not wrong. It was precisely because he mentioned the pain point that he cared about the most that he became so angry.

Do they think he doesn't want to solve the case?

Do they think he doesn't want to find out the murderer early?

He thought that he had an incredible idea, but he didn't know whether it was because he was not smart enough or the murderer was becoming more and more cunning. After the recent cases, he still investigated the case as usual, but he still couldn't solve the case. , and fell into the traps dug by the enemy again and again.

The purpose of the meeting just held was to discuss the dismemberment case, but it turned into a quarrel meeting with no results. This was extremely detrimental to the progress of the case.

Without thinking too much, Zhao Ziqian already understood that he could not continue like this and must find a way to find a breakthrough. As long as there was new progress in the case, the conflicts between colleagues would disappear.

After thinking about what to do, Zhao Ziqian took two more puffs of cigarette, pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, picked up the landline on the desk and made a call: "Director Han, I will go over and report something to you now. matter."

Instead of asking if the other person is free, you should directly explain what you mean. It was rare for Zhao Ziqian to be so strong. He directly explained his intention and then hung up the phone.

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Jingle Bell--

Hang Jin, who was on leave due to injury, was sleeping soundly when a phone call woke him up.

"Which bastard doesn't want to live anymore!" He grabbed the phone with one hand and wanted to smash it. However, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the word "Queen Mother" displayed on the screen of the phone. He hurriedly answered the call, his tone still sounded as if he had been woken up, "Queen Mother." ,what happened again?"

Yin Nianxiao's deliberately gentle voice sounded on the other end of the phone: "Son, mom has something to discuss with you."

"Queen Mother, if you have something to say, please tell me directly. Don't do Tai Chi with me. I'm scared." Yin Nianxiao called Hang Jin like a stinky boy most of the time. Suddenly, she called her son in a soft voice. Hang Jin's intuition was that something was wrong. Still a very bad thing.

Yin Nianxiao coughed lightly: "Actually, it's nothing. I just want you and Yangyang to come home for dinner."

When he asked them to go home for lunch, his queen mother always had a commanding tone. When did she treat him so well?

Hang Jin didn't believe it was as simple as eating, but if the Queen Mother wanted to act, he would accompany her: "Queen Mother, I just told you last night that you have to leave some space for me to fall in love with the little idiot. You won't be so quick." Forgot it again.”