Rebirth of the super rich second generation

Chapter 107 Lao Yue’s phone call

How to do how to do?!?!

Even if Qian Wanwan is a fool, he also knows that this time the Criminal Police Brigade is coming to arrest him, it is not an empty shot!! Maybe, the bureau has already obtained the evidence of his crime and filed a case!!

Suddenly, at this moment when he was at a loss, the phone in the office lounge suddenly rang. Qian Wanwan didn't know whether to run away or answer the phone. His intuition told him that this call was definitely ominous.

information!

"Bang!"

At the moment when his brain stopped, and before he could answer the phone, he heard a sudden muffled sound, and the door of the office lounge was knocked open, and a group of well-trained criminal police officers rushed in.

Qian Wanwan pressed his buttocks to the safe, put on the handcuffs, and said coldly: "Qian Wanwan, you have now committed multiple crimes such as operating prostitution, privately operating huge sums of money gambling, gambling fraud, etc.! I now

You are officially arrested in the name of the Zhengzhou City Criminal Police Brigade. You can speak, but what you say will become evidence in court!!"

This time, Qian Wanwan did not resist as fiercely as he did when he was held down last time. Instead, he remained motionless and followed the criminal police team without saying a word.

He now knows very well that he has been completely screwed this time and cannot run away. Moreover, in the office lounge, there is also an account of the income of the underground casino that has not been carefully examined, which is undoubtedly more powerful evidence.

what to do?

It's very simple, focus on the aftermath as soon as possible... maybe, you can also shirk some of the responsibility...

After being detained all the way from Caesar's Palace, all the staff were dumbfounded. In the minds of most of them, Qian Wanwan was simply a leading figure in the underworld in Zhengzhou City. Such an awesome underworld brother, just like that

Did he fall down casually? Looking at Qian Baiwan's miserable face, he looked like he thought he was unlucky. Everyone began to beat a drum in their hearts: I wonder who is so awesome that he could catch Qian Baiwan?

Everyone on the road knows how many people want to kill millions of dollars, but they just can't find a place to start. This time... it seems that they have encountered a hard problem!

The entrance to Caesar's Palace was crowded with reporters who came after hearing the news. The flashlights kept flashing. Qian Wanwan, the underworld tycoon, was completely arrested. These reporters were busy enough. They just reported Qian Wanwan's illegal prostitution yesterday.

Today is the news that he committed a serious crime. The time difference between the two is less than 24 hours. Some reporters can't help but sigh: Alas, if a person is unlucky, his teeth will be filled with cold water, just like Qian Bai

Wan, looking at his swollen and dark eyes, he probably hasn't even had a good night's sleep yet... According to some gossip, the report that Qian Wanwan went to the Royal Hot Spring to engage in illegal prostitution last night was

His son Qian Hu threw it, and he didn't know whether it was true or false. If it was true, then the Qian family's father and son were really a pair of living mugs.

…………

Lorraine came out of home and didn't go anywhere. Instead, she went straight to the Haijin Hotel and had something to eat at noon. When it was almost two o'clock, Jiang Yan called her: "Lorraine, great news

!At one o'clock today, millions of dollars were successfully arrested! Now, he is imprisoned in a small dark room, and there are sufficient evidences in court. No matter how good a lawyer he hires, or how good his connections are, he must be sentenced.

!”

It could be heard that Jiang Yan's tone was very happy. She was a good policeman. The successful arrest of someone like Qian Wanwan certainly made her feel happy.

Lorraine was naturally delighted: "That's great!"

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

"In the Haijin Hotel, if you don't do anything, you just add fuel to the fire." Lorraine said with a casual smile.

"To add fuel to the fire???" Jiang Yan said in surprise.

"Yeah." At this time, there was a sound of conversation from Lorraine's side, and then he said with a smile, "Sister Yan, are there any other cases being closed in your bureau now?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Nothing..." After a slight pause, "I have some surveillance video here of his son Qian Hu, who has a millionaire, murdering people in the street. I wonder if you can use it."

"Huh?" Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Really? It must be useful."

Lorraine personally brought the surveillance video of Qian Hu's beating and fighting at the Haijin Hotel to the door of the city bureau, and Jiang Yan came out to meet him. This was not actually Lorraine's attack on Qian Wanwan or the Qian family, but rather

He tried every means to make Qian Wanwan useless. If something happened to his only son Qian Hu at this moment, it would definitely put a certain amount of psychological pressure on him. If he wanted to completely defeat someone, he would have to do everything he could to defeat him.

A way to attack psychologically!

Showing mercy to your enemies is not kindness, but stupidity.

Forgiving or letting go of an enemy who may cause harm to you in the future is undoubtedly a suicidal act. Unless you have 100% confidence in converting him and ensuring that he will not retaliate against you in the future, otherwise, you must know how to root out the enemy!

Don't talk about gods and Bodhisattvas. Gods and Bodhisattvas are kind to all living beings. That's because in his eyes, all living beings are like ants and cannot pose a threat to him at all! If they can pose a threat, they have at least ninety-nine and eighty-one ways to change them.

I'll beat you to death.

"Here. This is it." At the door of the city bureau, Lorraine handed the video of Qian Hu's fight in Jiang Yan's hands. Suddenly, she noticed that there seemed to be a faint circle of dark circles in the other's beautiful eyes, and she couldn't help but said with concern, "

Sister Yan, don't be too tired. You see the dark circles under your eyes. If you become ugly, I won't want you anymore."

"Bah! Brat, what are you talking about?!" Jiang Yan blushed at Lorraine's sudden serious joke. She went up and pinched Lorraine's face, "We haven't seen you for two days, and you're going to take advantage of me when we meet.

Are you kidding?"

"Yes, yes, sister Yan, I shouldn't be joking. In fact... no matter how you change, you can't become ugly. After all, you are still here, and you are so beautiful. If you want to become ugly, you really don't have that ability.

Talent, isn’t it difficult to force others to do so?”

"Go to hell!" Jiang Yan felt happy in her heart, but she pretended to be angry and raised her fist, "Okay, I won't tell you anymore, this case of Qian Wanwan is probably enough to keep our bureau busy.

, I can’t rest until it’s submitted to the court. Don’t cause me any trouble these days. If the problem gets bigger, I won’t have time to help you.”

"Well, Sister Yan, I'll leave first. When you're not busy anymore, I'll treat you to dinner."

"Well, bye~~"

The two separated, Jiang Yan's capable and tall figure quickly returned to the unit, while Lorraine raised her hand, stopped a taxi, and got in.

The taxi driver asked: "Where are you going?"

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

Pulling out the phone, it was an unfamiliar number. Lorraine frowned slightly, but still answered the call: "Hello, who are you?"

After a moment of silence, a rich and experienced voice came from the other side: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Luo?"

Lorraine paused slightly, but did not deny: "You are?"

The answer was received over there, and the tone was still solemn: "Hello Mr. Luo, I am Jiang Yan's father, my name is Jiang Songyue. Do you have time now? I would like to ask you out alone for a meal or a cup of afternoon tea."

Jiang Yan’s father…Jiang Songyue???…

Lorraine's mind was confused, what is going on? Sister Yan's father is looking for me? What can happen?... He knows that this Jiang Songyue plays a very important role in the older generation leadership team of Zhengzhou City.

When his old uncle had not yet taken the position of Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, Jiang Songyue's connections and skills were a banner in Zhengzhou City's officialdom. It's just that Zhengzhou City's economy has developed rapidly in recent years.

In contrast, the official leadership team has changed one after another. Now Jiang Songyue's position is basically a nominal Qingshui title. From this position, he retired directly. His connections are still there, but his real power is gone.

But to be honest, we still can't underestimate Jiang Songyue. After all, he is an old man who has been in the officialdom for more than thirty years and has many tricks. After his rebirth, Lorraine has never had contact with anyone over fifty years old.

Well, I heard that Jiang Songyue has been calm, cautious and experienced since he was young. People give him the nickname: Lao Yue.

Sitting in the back seat, Lorraine pondered for a brief moment, and various thoughts and speculations flashed through his mind. Finally, he made a decision and said with a smile: "Mr. Jiang, I am honored, I will do it now

I have time. Where can we meet?"

"Nanjing Road, Boyang District, Fengxian Tea House, booth No. 12, 4 o'clock, be there on time." These words were said in one go, quite succinctly, and he hung up without any hesitation after finishing.

Lorraine put the phone in her pocket, squinted her eyes slightly, and turned her head to look at the door of the city bureau. Sister Yan should be still busy now. She definitely didn't know when her father had just called her. What was the reason?

Woolen cloth?

At this time, Lorraine couldn't understand it no matter how hard he tried. He just went there and found out. He wasn't worried about whose conspiracy it was. If someone wanted to do something about him, he wouldn't think of pretending to be Jiang Yan.

Father Jiang Songyue.

"Hey, sir, are you ready to go?" While Lorraine was thinking, the taxi driver turned around and urged impatiently.

Lorraine smiled and said: "Sorry for the long wait... Let's go to the Fengxian Teahouse on Nanjing Road in Boyang District."

"Buzz--" The taxi stepped on the accelerator and sped off.

Jiang Songyue's home is not far from Fengxian Teahouse, so he walked there early, sat in the reserved booth No. 12, ordered a cup of Longjing tea, picked up the newspaper and tasted Fengxian.

The teahouse was very cozy, and most of the guests were elderly. Melodious guzheng music was playing slowly. Under his calm and calm face, there was a racing mind.