Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station, an interrogation room exclusively for criminals.

The surrounding structure is similar to the interrogation room that Chen Changqing visited before, but there are still many differences. For example, this interrogation room is equipped with cameras.

It is understandable that although the police stations in the 1990s were not fully equipped, they still had the necessary things.

It's a trap for ghosts, but it's not a waste of money in a place like this.

The interrogation room that Chen Changqing went to before was a spare one that had been eliminated. After all, Chen Changqing was different from Pineapple Boy. He was the reporter, while Pineapple Boy was the suspect.

Sitting opposite Pineapple Boy is Yang Jinrong. At this moment, he is looking down at the pile of reports in his hand. His expression is still as serious as before. I don’t know if he did it deliberately. In short, after meeting Chen Changqing, he subconsciously hoped that he would see it.

Sounds more mature:

"Wang Bo, male, 38 years old, general manager of the Fuhao Disco on Wutong Street, lives in Tsim Sha Tsui..."

A series of detailed reports came out of Yang Jinrong's mouth. On the surface, he was reading the information in the report, but in fact, he was telling Pineapple Boy that the police had a very detailed understanding of his situation.

But unfortunately, as an old man, Pineapple Boy is quite slippery when it comes to this kind of thing:

"Sir, the investigation is very clear."

Frowning, Yang Jinrong's eyes flashed with seriousness: "Be honest and don't be so playful."

Pineapple Boy pouted, looking like a rogue who has the final say:

"Okay sir, this is your territory after all."

This made Yang Jinrong frown, vaguely feeling a little troublesome: "Do you know what you have committed?"

Pineapple Boy shook his head and looked at Yang Jinrong teasingly:

"I don't know, I'm a good person."

"Jie Zai's side has already recruited them. It was you who ordered them to rob the Baile Game Center."

"Sir, you have to provide evidence when you speak. If you do this, I will sue you for defamation."

"I have a confession here, do you want to read it now?"

Facing Yang Jinrong's aggressive eyes, Pineapple Boy curled his lips in disdain.

He was very panicked before coming, and the moment he saw Chen Changqing, he was extremely angry. After all, anyone who is not blind can see the relationship between Chen Changqing and Yang Jinrong. But after confirming that the cause of all this is because of Chen Changqing, Pineapple Boy

Instead, I felt less fearful.

In his opinion, as long as these sires are not here to investigate his illegal selling of contraband, they will be fine. Aren't they just beating someone up?

The worst he could do was to be sent to jail for fifteen days.

As for the confession, he, Pineapple Boy, didn't care at all, after all, he wasn't the one who beat the person.

So Pineapple Boy was quite arrogant at the moment, and even looked at Yang Jinrong with a provocative look:

"Sir, are you trying to scare me?"

This made Yang Jinrong's eyes flash with gloom. He did not answer the other party's question, but asked: "I asked you if you want to see it. As long as you say yes, I will show it to you now."

Pineapple was stunned for a moment. Years of experience made him realize that the attitude of the gentleman in front of him was a bit strange, which made him feel wary:

"I want to make a phone call."

But Yang Jinrong didn't answer, and just looked at him coldly.

This made Pineapple Boy feel a little uneasy. He yelled in a stern voice, looking like a scoundrel: "Sir, I am a suspect now, not a criminal. I have the right to call a lawyer."

Of course, whether it’s a lawyer or not is another matter.

While the two sides were in a stalemate, there was a knock on the door outside the interrogation room.

Then a dark-skinned policeman who looked somewhat similar to Louis Koo opened the door and walked in. He smiled and said hello to Yang Jinrong:

"Arong, Officer Huang is calling you."

Yang Jinrong frowned and emphasized with dissatisfaction:

"I'm working on a case here!"

Policeman Watson walked over with a smile. He patted Yang Jinrong on the shoulder:

"It's okay, don't you still have me here?"

With a flash of surprise in his eyes, Yang Jinrong glanced at the other person's fingers on his shoulders.

This is their internal police code, which means that the situation has changed and he will be responsible for handling the scene.

After looking at the pineapple boy opposite and then at Ah Hua next to him, Yang Jinrong finally nodded: "Okay."

As he spoke, he organized the information in front of him, then stood up and walked out the door.

"Click~bang!"

The door of the interrogation room was closed, and Ah Hua, who had a slight resemblance to the star Louis Koo, turned off the camera.

But he didn't speak, but took out half a box of Marlboros from his pocket.

"Crack!" It lit up with a sound.

After taking a nice sip, Ah Hua looked at the pineapple boy in front of him, and then took out a card and a mobile phone from his pocket:

"My name is Watson, you can also call me Ah Hua. I know you, the pineapple guy from Tsim Sha Tsui. I will give you one minute to put 10,000 yuan into this card. If you think you can't get 10,000 yuan in three years,

,forget it."

"Three years?"

At first, Pineapple Boy didn't care, and even thought that this was just a way for the police to let his guard down.

But after hearing the three-year sentence, Pineapple Boy couldn't help but bewildered.

Are you kidding me?

Brother, I just asked a few of my younger brothers to ask for protection money. At best, it would affect social stability. How could it be raised to a three-year sentence?!

Ah Hua, who saw Pineapple Boy's astonished expression, couldn't help but look a little more surprised. He looked at him with a strange expression, as if he was surprised:

"if not?"

"No, you don't know yet?"

"Or are they planning to torture you to death?"

Seemingly realizing something, Ah Hua looked at Pineapple Boy in surprise, but in the end he curled his lips and showed a little pity in his eyes:

"Forget it, let me tell you directly. Your case is a robbery. According to Hong Kong law, this is a felony. The mastermind will be sentenced to a fixed-term prison sentence of not less than three years but not more than ten years. What's more, you are still an organized action."

Robbery? Felony? Imprisonment of not less than three years but not more than ten years?!

After listening to the words of the gentleman in front of him, although Pineapple Boy still pretended to be calm, a cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Although Pineapple Boy is not very capable, he is somewhat of a smart person.

As the eldest brother of a mixed club, Pineapple Boy knows exactly what three years means to him.

The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front, and the waves in front died on the beach. If he was really imprisoned for three years, who else would know him, Brother Pineapple, in Tsim Sha Tsui?

Thinking of the words mentioned by the sir in front of him: "I'll be punished to death", coupled with Yang Jinrong's unusual reaction during the interrogation just now, Pineapple Boy, who felt chilled in his heart, couldn't help but secretly cursed, "What a vicious brat!"

The other party was planning to put a final verdict on him and force him to go to jail for three years.

Moreover, Pineapple Boy suspected that his subordinates might have really betrayed him, because this was not a few months, but a minimum of three years in prison. He did not believe that his group of subordinates would help him take the blame for three years just for the sake of so-called friendship.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is definitely the biggest crisis in my history.

Although he didn't know what methods this vicious little boy Chen Changqing had prepared, Pineapple Boy knew very well that he would never go to jail.

Pineapple Boy, who wiped the sweat from his forehead in embarrassment, and his eyes flashed with mist, could have thought of his elder brother Gandhi:

"Okay, give me your phone and I'll ask someone to transfer money now."

But Ah Hua shook his head, and there was a hint of seriousness in his eyes: "It's not enough, I want 30,000. The person you offended this time knows a lot of people. The most I can do is make a phone call for 30,000, and you can't talk about this matter."

Someone else will mention it.”

Pineapple Boy nodded without any hesitation:

"Thirty thousand is thirty thousand. Give me your mobile phone and I'll have someone send you money right away."

Paying 30,000 yuan for a phone call is definitely as bad as it gets.

You must know that this was 30,000 yuan in 1994, enough to buy a house in the city center of a third-tier city.

But for Pineapple Boy, he must pay the money.

On the one hand, it's because three years is too long, enough for everyone to forget about him. When he comes out, he will be in his forties, so he can't be treated as a younger brother, right?

In addition, Pineapple Boy has another concern in his mind, that is, he is likely to have an accident in prison!

Not because of the people he has offended over the years, but because he knows too much and wants to keep it a secret?

Gandhi was very likely to make people kill themselves.

So no matter what, he can't let himself be convicted of robbery!

Taking a deep breath, at the signal of the gentleman in front of him, Pineapple Boy picked up the phone again with a look of seriousness in his eyes:

"Hey, boss, I'm Pineapple Boy."

"What's wrong?"

"Boss, I've been tricked. Now I'm at the police station. They plan to arrest me for robbery."

"robbery?"

"Well, three to ten years, boss, can you help me?"

"are you a pig!"

"Boss, I'm sorry, the only one who can save me is you."
Chapter completed!