mesbooks Chapter 27 I Have a Policeman Father
Chapter 27 I Have a Policeman Father
Wang Defa stood next to the massage chair, his feet still dripping water, looking as if he were frozen in place.
After several seconds, he slowly turned his head to look at Wang Guanxi, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly.
"Edison Chen..."
His voice sounded a little unsteady.
"Was that...your dad?"
Wang Guanxi looked at him and nodded.
"right."
Wang Defa took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.
"Holy crap..."
He sat back in the massage chair, feeling completely drained.
"I was terrified! This is the first time I've ever been caught in a prostitution raid. Luckily, I wasn't doing anything..."
Wang Guanxi remained silent.
He leaned back in the massage chair, staring at the doorway, his mind a jumble of thoughts.
Wang Guanxi recalled some things from a long time ago.
My parents divorced when I was in high school.
There's no melodramatic plot; it's just that their personalities clash and they can't get along.
When they divorced, Wang Guanxi stayed with his mother.
Wang Jiming moved to his work unit's dormitory, leaving his family home to Wang Jiming and his mother.
Since then, Wang Guanxi has seen his father less and less.
Wang Jiming has been a policeman for decades, constantly on duty, working overtime, responding to calls, and handling cases, keeping him extremely busy.
Sometimes, after finally managing to arrange a meal together, a phone call comes in and the person is gone.
Throughout the year, the father and son are lucky if they can meet three to five times.
Every time they met, Wang Jiming had the same expression; he didn't say much, and when he did ask questions, he only asked a few questions.
"How's your studying?"
"Do you have enough money?"
"How is your mother's health?"
Then they fell silent.
At that time, Wang Guanxi felt that his father did not love him, or at least did not know how to love him.
Later, I went to university in Shanghai, and after graduation, I stayed there to work, so I came back even less often.
Sometimes I can't even go back once a year.
My contact with my father has become limited to the occasional phone call, a few innocuous words, and then hanging up.
Over time, Wang Guanxi has become accustomed to not having a father figure in his life.
Only a very few people close to him knew that his father was a policeman, such as Wang Defa.
. . . . . .
After half an hour.
Two policemen escorted a man and a woman down from the third floor.
The man was in his forties, bald, wearing a floral shirt with the buttons undone, revealing his white belly. He had his head down, his expression as if he had swallowed a dead fly, wishing he could bury his face in his chest.
The woman was younger, in her early thirties, with long hair, and wearing a black, tight-fitting dress that was ridiculously short.
Her makeup was ruined; her lipstick was smeared on her chin, making her look extremely disheveled.
Both of them were handcuffed, the silver handcuffs reflecting a cold light under the corridor lights.
There was no headgear.
Unlike in TV dramas, they don't wear a bag over their heads to cover their faces.
They walked openly down the corridor, past one private room after another.
People in the private room peeked out, their eyes filled with curiosity, fear, and schadenfreude.
Wang Defa also peeked out, then quickly withdrew.
His face was a little pale.
"Damn it..." he muttered under his breath, "If I get caught, how am I ever going to live in Jiangcheng again?"
Wang Guanxi leaned back in the massage chair, glanced at it, and didn't say anything.
He thought the same thing as Wang Defa.
In a small place like Jiangcheng, even the smallest thing can spread throughout the entire county.
If you get arrested today, the whole county will know tomorrow.
Society is dead, it's really society dead.
Wang Defa sat back in the massage chair, patted his chest, and looked relieved.
"Luckily, we're legitimate."
It was an hour later when the police finished the final cleanup.
During this time, guests at the club were registered, their identities verified, and they were allowed to leave one by one.
Some walked away quickly with their heads down, some cursed and swore, and some tried to get close to the police by saying, "I've had dinner with your Chief Yan," only to be shut down with "Stop talking nonsense."
Wang Guanxi and Wang Defa were among the last to be released.
When they came out of the private room, there were hardly any people left in the corridor.
Several police officers were standing in the lobby, packing their belongings in preparation for leaving.
As Wang Guanxi passed by, he glanced casually at the entrance.
He was stunned.
Sister Hong.
The short-haired accountant in the white shirt who had poured them tea was being led by two policewomen toward the police car.
She was also handcuffed.
But her expression was different from that of the bald man from before.
She didn't bow her head, didn't panic, and her expression remained calm.
Wang Guanxi stood at the door, watching as Sister Hong was taken into the police car, and the car door slammed shut.
The police car started up, flashing its lights, but didn't turn on the siren, and drove away silently.
Wang Defa saw it too, and his mouth dropped open.
"Isn't that... the accountant? How come she got arrested too?"
Wang Guanxi did not answer.
He took out his phone, found Zhong Zhaolong's WeChat, and sent a message.
"Boss Zhong, I saw Sister Hong being taken away. What happened?"
Less than ten seconds after the message was sent, Zhong Zhaolong called.
His voice was a little hoarse, as if he had smoked a lot.
"Mr. Wang, I'm sorry about tonight. Don't worry about Sister Hong, I'll handle it."
"How did she get arrested? She's not a technician."
There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.
Zhong Zhaolong sighed.
"Mr. Wang, to tell you the truth, when the club was registered, the legal representative was Sister Hong."
Wang Guanxi was stunned for a moment, then he understood.
The legal representative is Sister Hong, and when something goes wrong, the first person you contact is the legal representative.
The crime of organizing the sale of silver is neither a major nor a minor offense, but regardless of its severity, someone always has to take the blame.
Chung Chao-lung is using Sister Hung as a shield.
Wang Guanxi didn't respond to that.
He and Chung Chao-lung haven't reached the point where they can casually comment on each other's actions.
"Mr. Chung, what are your plans for tonight's events?"
"I'll definitely handle it." Zhong Zhaolong's tone was very confident. "President Wang, you should go back and rest first, and wait for my news."
"OK."
After hanging up the phone, Wang Guanxi stood still.
He was thinking about something.
Chung Chao-lung said he would handle it well.
What should I do?
Use connections? Ask for favors? Pay someone to settle things?
If he can handle it, it means he does have connections in Jiangcheng.
If he can't handle it, then his connections are questionable.
. . . . . .
On the other side, in a BMW 3 Series not far away, Wen Wubin and Huang Mao were staring intently at the entrance of the club, waiting to see Wang Guanxi being dragged out in an embarrassing manner.
But after all the police left, and they still hadn't seen a trace of Wang Guanxi, the two were completely dumbfounded.
The blond-haired guy scratched his head, looking puzzled. "Brother Bin, wait a minute, Wang Guanxi was clearly inside, how come he wasn't arrested? Did he escape beforehand?"
Wen Wubin's face was ashen, and he gritted his teeth in anger, slamming his fist on the steering wheel.
"Damn it! This Wang Guanxi came to the club just for a massage? Is he even a man?!"
His meticulously planned report turned out to be a complete waste of time and effort. Not only did he fail to get back at Wang Guanxi, but he also wasted half a day's work. He was furious.
"Brother Bin, what do we do now?"
Huang Mao asked cautiously, afraid of offending Wen Wubin.
Wen Wubin's eyes flashed with a sinister light as he gritted his teeth and said, "What can we do? Just let it be!"
"He got lucky this time. Next time, I'll make him pay the price and show him what happens when he offends me, Wen Wubin!"