Jiang Xinyu thought for a while and said: "Second Young Master, I can help you, but you also know that everything you do now needs to be managed from top to bottom..."
"Money is not a problem, as long as I can get out safely." Wang Xueqi was a little disappointed with Jiang Xinyu. The young man who cared about the country and the people had changed to a profit-seeking face.
Jiang Xinyu nodded and said: "I don't think you can do this for anything...two hundred yuan!"
In the past, similar cases could be completed with a maximum of thirty or fifty yuan, but Wang Xueqi had to be charged more. If the matter was exposed, if it could be linked to money, the impact on Jiang Xinyu would not be great.
This kind of thing is not surprising. Letting people go without paying money will arouse people's suspicion!
Wang Xueqi didn't hesitate at all and said, "Okay. When can I go out?"
"As soon as this afternoon."
"Thank you, Officer Jiang."
Jiang Xinyu said lightly: "You don't need to thank me. Just thank you for being a rich man. Also, after you get out, it's best to leave Yanjin quickly. If you are caught by the Japanese, I won't be able to save you."
"I see."
"If the policeman who arrested you comes to interrogate you, you don't have to hide your identity. Just tell him the truth."
"Will he hand me over to the Japanese?"
"For the sake of the money, I guess he won't. Oh, by the way, when will the money be delivered?"
"at any time."
Since Wang Xueqi said so, his companion must be near the police station, and most likely he is an entourage or bodyguard sent by the Wang family.
Back at the Anti-Smuggling Section, Lei Pen was still fast asleep. When Jiang Xinyu passed by him, he reached out and picked up the newspaper and said, "It's already the next morning, are you still sleeping?"
Lei Ban closed his eyes and hummed and said: "Don't fool me, it won't last that long."
Jiang Xinyu picked up the cigarettes on the coffee table, sat back behind his desk, took out a cigarette from the cigarette box, lit it, and said, "Ray-Ban, there's a winner."
In the police station, 'jackpot' usually refers to the gray part of income, which means there is extra money.
"What does the lottery from the Anti-Smuggling Section have to do with me? Are you trying to get angry at me...where did the cigarette go?" Ray-Ban reached out and scratched on the coffee table.
"It's not the prize from the anti-smuggling department, it's the person you captured!" Jiang Xinyu threw the cigarette box back, hitting Ray Ban squarely on the nose.
Lei Ban sat up and held his nose, and said angrily: "Xinyu, you have your best intentions, don't you?"
Jiang Xinyu smiled and said: "I didn't expect that I could throw it so accurately."
Lei Ban rubbed his sore nose, thought for a moment and said, "The person I captured? Who?"
Jiang Xinyu said: "I had nothing to do just now. I went to the prison to interrogate the guy who sold smuggled salt. I was wondering if I could find some clues and catch the big fish behind the scenes. I didn't expect that there was an unexpected bonus."
"Is this guy willing to pay the fine?"
"It wasn't him, it was another person named Zheng Kun. He took the initiative to propose to me and offered money to eliminate the disaster."
"It's okay to use money to eliminate disasters...could he be a rebel?"
"I don't know. If you're worried, go and try it again."
"It has to be tried first. If I catch two rebels in one day, I will steal the show." Lei Pen stood up, picked up the police hat on the coffee table and put it on, preparing to interrogate Wang Xueqi.
Jiang Xinyu stopped Lei Pen and said: "Let me remind you, I have negotiated the price with him, don't be stupid and lower the price."
"What's the price? Thirty? Fifty?" Ray-Ban said while buttoning up his police uniform.
"Two hundred dollars."
"How much? Two hundred dollars? Are you talking about silver dollars?"
"Nonsense, of course it's silver dollars. Two hundred yuan of Central Reserve Certificates is not enough to buy a pack of cigarettes."
Lei Ban sat down on the sofa and said: "Xin Yu, you are really a black guy! I was just thinking whether I should give him thirty or fifty... How is this guy rich?"
"Okay, I won't hide it from you anymore. Do you know who he is?"
"who?"
"Wang Jingmin's second son Wang Xueqi!"
"Ah? Didn't the Wang family go to Sichuan?"
"Wang Xueqi said that he came back to pick up his aunt to go to Sichuan. I don't know whether what he said is true or false. If you are worried, go and investigate clearly. Don't blame me if something happens in the future."
Lei Ban chuckled and said: "I won't interrogate him anymore. If he is found to be a rebel, what do you think I should do? Should he be handed over to the Japanese, or should he be released? What a embarrassment for me!"
Jiang Xinyu put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray and said, "Then I don't care. Although you captured the person, you can't just throw me aside, right?"
"Look at what you said, when has my Ray-Ban ever been so dishonest? Like this, four or six points, no! We two brothers are each half, is that interesting?" Ray-Ban patted his chest and said boldly.
Jiang Xinyu smiled and said: "Don't mention it, I am just a middleman. I can do it in three measures. If I get too much, I will bite my hand."
Lei Ban laughed and said: "Well, I won't be polite to you anymore, I will go and let that Wang Ergong go!"
"Don't forget to collect the money." Jiang Xinyu reminded.
"Don't worry, don't forget this if you forget anything!" After saying this, Lei Ban opened the door and walked out.
…………
On the afternoon of the third day, it was 1:50.
Three cars parked on the road behind the Bell and Drum Tower in Dagu. In the cars were people from the Anti-Smuggling Section of the Hongqiao Police Station. Today, they were following Jiang Xinyu’s order and came to Dagu to kill a "returning gun!"
"Yuhu, when will the section chief arrive?" asked an anti-smuggling policeman.
"How do I know? Just wait." Zhao Yuhu sat in the passenger seat, with the sun shining warmly on his body, feeling very comfortable.
At this moment, Jiang Xinyu was on the Bell and Drum Tower. He moved away the dead branches used for camouflage, took out his dagger, pried open two bricks, and took out the Zhongzheng rifle wrapped in oilcloth.
When Jiang Xinyu was training in Linli, the first gun he used was a medium-sized gun. Although agents mostly used pistols, rifles were the best weapons for practicing marksmanship.
This gun was a black gun confiscated when Jiang Xinyu was the police chief. The gun serial number had long been erased by the person who sold the gun. It had been thrown in the evidence room of the police station for almost a year, and no one had ever asked about it.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to be on duty, Jiang Xinyu secretly entered the evidence room and took out the gun. He also took out the evidence record card and burned it. Can the policeman in charge of the evidence room remember how many guns there were?
He said that even if he found that he had lost his gun, no one would take the initiative to publicize this kind of scapegoat.
He had inspected it beforehand and found that the gun was 70% to 80% new and had good performance. Among the guns of the same model stored in the evidence room, it was considered to be one of the better ones.
Jiang Xinyu raised his rifle, with the butt of the gun on his shoulder, the barrel of the gun sticking out of the crenellations of the city wall, and aiming at the iron warehouse...