Detective: From the Police Academy

Chapter 500 Contest!

Qiao Xue was having a great time chatting in the group when there was a sudden knock on the door.

She paused while eating the fruit, quickly put her legs down from the table, and stood on tiptoe to open the door so as not to wake Chu Yang up.

Miao Meifeng glanced at her son's girlfriend. She was neatly dressed and had no strawberry marks on her neck.

Seeing her eldest son wrapped in a quilt and sleeping soundly, Miao Meifeng finally felt relieved.

"Auntie." Qiao Xue called out timidly.
"Yeah." Miao Meifeng agreed sweetly.

My son is a policeman, and my future daughter-in-law is also a policeman, and they both work in provincial departments. This is already better than many ordinary families.

Some time ago, a friend who danced square dance with Miao Meifeng asked her that her daughter wanted to apply for the public security department and asked if she could work in the provincial department after graduation.

Are you kidding, provincial department?
You can’t even get into the Municipal Bureau, how can a family like yours get in?

Miao Meifeng is very proud of Chu Yang's current status. At least she has gone from being a marginal figure in square dancing to becoming the leading dancer with more than 20 dance partners under her. This is a symbol of status.

Miao Meifeng whispered, "Xiaoxue, someone is looking for you outside the door."

"Who is it?" Qiao Xue poked her head out the door: "Are you looking for me or Chu Yang?"

"Looking for you two."

Miao Meifeng said mysteriously: "A tall and thin young man, younger than you, carrying a lot of gifts.

I guess I want to ask you for help. Xiaoxue, I tell you, you must not help, do not violate the rules, and focus on your own work. "

Qiao Xue looked suspicious: "Auntie, I'll go take a look first."

Miao Meifeng opened the door, and Qiao Xue came out of the bedroom. After walking around the wine cabinet, she saw a group of people sitting in the living room. Among them was a tall man sitting between Chu Yang's aunts and uncles. He seemed very uncomfortable and kept touching his knees.

Chu Yang's aunt, while eating melon seeds, gossiped and asked, "Young man, are you Chu Yang's friend?"

"That's it."

"So young? Graduated from graduate school? Want to take the police exam? Let me tell you, it's not that easy to take the police exam."

"really."

"Young man, you should work harder and stop thinking about taking shortcuts. I think you are so tall and handsome, and it shouldn't be too difficult for you to make a living."

Hearing this, Qiao Xue quickly ran back to the bedroom.

Miao Meifeng saw that she was as fast as the wind and quickly shouted, "Xiaoxue, who is this?"

Suddenly, countless questions arose in her mind. Could it be that Qiao Xue's ex-boyfriend was looking for trouble? Anyway, the relationship between the two was not simple.

While she was daydreaming, Qiao Xue ran out of the bedroom again, changing from her home clothes into casual clothes.

She coughed twice, straightened her face, walked around the wine cabinet, twitched the corners of her mouth, and greeted with a smile: "Boss Luo, why are you here?

"Mr. Luo?" Aunt Chu Yang blinked. Before she could figure out what was going on, Miao Meifeng suddenly remembered who this young man was.

She was so frightened that she almost jumped up from the ground.

"You...you are Chu Yang's leader? Mr. Luo from the provincial department?"

Luo Rui's hands were originally tucked between his thighs. He reached out and patted his knees, smiling and said, "Auntie, you're welcome. Just call me Xiao Luo."

Miao Meifeng raised her eyebrows. She didn't think it was just a polite remark, but that the other party was angry.

Her mind worked quickly, and she realized that her ancestors for three generations had never dealt with such a high-ranking official. She hurriedly shouted to the dazed relatives in the living room, "Go, hurry up and leave."

Aunt Chu Yang swallowed her saliva, looked at Luo Rui who was smiling, and whispered to confirm: "Are you really Chu Yang's leader? A senior official in the provincial department?"

Luo Rui blinked: "Auntie, you are joking. I am a public servant of the people."

"It's good to be a public servant. But now, whoever wants to be one has no way to do so."

“No matter how high or low the status of a public servant is, they all serve the people.”

When Aunt Chu Yang heard him talking a lot of nonsense, she immediately believed that the young man in front of her, who was younger than Chu Yang, was really the famous Luo Yanwang in Haidong Province.

Immediately afterwards, Miao Meifeng drove away all the relatives, leaving only Luo Rui sitting on the spacious sofa.

Qiao Xue quickly slipped back into the bedroom, trying to wake Chu Yang up.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw him already sitting in front of the computer, his fingers tapping on the keyboard with a serious expression on his face.

Qiao Xue said softly: "Chu Yang, Mr. Luo is here."

Chu Yang seemed not to have heard it, staring at the dialog box on the computer without blinking.

Qiao Xue walked closer and took a look, her eyes widened immediately: "Did the other party reply?"

Chu Yang glanced at her and said, "You almost missed something important."

Qiao Xue swallowed her saliva and felt a little scared. Even Mr. Luo came to her door, which showed how important this matter was to him.

They were also thinking that tomorrow was New Year's Eve, and they were thinking about going to the supermarket as a family to buy New Year's goods, put up Spring Festival couplets, and have a family reunion.

But Mr. Luo is still worried about who wants to kill him. If he doesn't find out who this person is, can his family have a good New Year?

Lin Chen, you damn girl, you misled me!
No, I can’t blame others. It was my own carelessness, Qiao Xue sighed.

"Quickly bring paper and pen!" Chu Yang shouted.

Qiao Xue nodded: "Coming right up!"

"I said, you write."

Five minutes later, Chu Yang ran out of the bedroom with the note.

He saw Mr. Luo chatting and laughing with his mother, holding a cup of tea in his hand.

My mother stood aside, looking even more restrained and uneasy than Mr. Luo.

All of a sudden, she seemed to have changed from a host to a guest.

"Mom, go to the bedroom."

Miao Meifeng quickly agreed: "I'll go to the kitchen and cut some fruit for Mr. Luo. We'll eat at home at noon today. We won't cook it ourselves. I'll ask your dad to go to the restaurant and book a table, and we'll eat in the house."

"Mom, stop talking nonsense, we have something to talk about."

"Okay." Miao Meifeng went into the kitchen and kicked her husband who was cutting vegetables: "Useless thing, I told you to receive people, but you didn't dare to come out."

Chu Yang's father's legs trembled: "How dare I? Haven't you seen the news? Our leader Yang Yang has been a police officer for many years, working his way up to the provincial department. How many criminals have died at his hands? Even our four hands can't count them all."

"You haven't committed any crime, what are you afraid of?"

"You forgot that when we were young, we were considered speculative entrepreneurs when we were doing business. I was only a teenager at that time, and I have always had a shadow in my heart against people like Mr. Luo."

"Get lost, Yangyang is still a policeman."

"That's different. At least Yangyang has never shot a criminal to death. He doesn't have a murderous aura."

On the other side, Chu Yang also looked like a guest, very restrained. He handed over the note in his hand: "Team leader, this is the IP address of King Jinsha. I have found it."

Luo Rui glanced at Chu Yang's face and said, "You stayed up late, didn't you? Thank you for your hard work."

“It’s not painful.” Chu Yang shook his head and scratched the back of his head.

After Luo Rui took the note, he casually asked, "Have you found out the identity?"

"It will take quite a while to find out the other party's specific identity."

Luo Rui nodded and glanced at the address on the note. His eyes suddenly froze and he was stunned.

Golden Boy Welfare Home?
Chu Yang noticed that he looked strange, and asked hurriedly, "Team Leader, do you need my help?"

Luo Rui put the note away and stood up: "Don't tell anyone about this."

"I see."

Luo Rui glanced at the bedroom opposite: "Tell Qiao Xue not to tell anyone."

Upon hearing this, Chu Yang blushed: "Team Leader, I..."

"It's okay, have a good New Year." Luo Rui patted his shoulder, took out a key and an access card from his pocket and handed them to him.

"I will ask someone to handle the transfer of ownership. You should bring your ID card and household registration booklet with you."

“This…” Chu Yang swallowed his saliva and didn’t dare to reach out to take it.

"Take it. Money is not important to me." Luo Rui said sincerely, "But it is very important to you."

"Thank you, Team Leader." Chu Yang took the key and sent Luo Rui out the door.

As soon as the person left, Qiao Xue immediately ran out of the bedroom: "What's going on?"

She glanced at the house key in Chu Yang's hand and opened her eyes wide: "Boss Luo really gave you a house?"

"It's for both of us." Chu Yang corrected, "I don't know how to repay the team leader's favor in the future."

Qiao Xue sighed: "Mr. Luo always wants us to be well, but no one knows whether he is doing well or not."

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Golden Boy Welfare Home.

Mo Wanqiu's car drove into the yard. The driver saw a brand new red carpet in front of him, so he hurriedly turned the steering wheel to the right to avoid running over it.

Seeing the car coming, the leaders of the welfare home hurriedly gathered around the front of the car.

Standing at the front was the dean, Fan Jianjun, who was wearing a brand new black suit and leading everyone around the front of the car.

When the car door opened, he led the applause and greeted enthusiastically: "Welcome Mr. Mo to our Golden Boy Welfare Home to guide our work."

Mo Wanqiu got out of the car wearing sneakers and said with an apologetic smile, "President Fan, you are too polite. I am here mainly for the charity dinner tonight. The Golden Boy Welfare Home is not on the list of recipients, so I am here to make a separate donation."

Upon hearing this, Fan Jianjun's face broke into a smile and he clapped even louder.

Hongguang Capital, the largest investment company in the province, donates a lot of money to society every year, and the main recipient of donations is children's welfare institutions. Moreover, since the donations are not made through the Red Cross or charity funds, there is no discount on the money donated.

Unlike some charitable foundations, which have a great influence in society and have celebrities to support them, they are actually just tools for rich people to launder money in private.

Otherwise, why would some celebrities do charity work personally and even go to the front line to do it themselves? The trick is that they don't trust these organizations.

This kind of thing is not the same all over the world.

Jintong Welfare Home is not the largest welfare institution in Haidong Province. Due to various reasons, it has very few channels for receiving donations. Fan Jianjun can only go to various departments to beg for help every year.

But in the past two years, the situation of the welfare home has improved. Not only does Hongguang Capital donate a large sum of money every year, but the boss of another import and export trade also donates frequently.

This greatly alleviated Fan Jianjun's difficulties. There are a total of 312 children in the Jintong Welfare Home. In the past two years, not only can they eat enough, but they can also eat well and are given two sets of clothes every year.

Especially in winter, we would not let two or three children sleep on one bed due to difficult conditions and insufficient quilts.

Fan Jianjun looked at Mo Wanqiu in front of him. Although she was very beautiful, even more beautiful than a star, at this moment, what he was thinking about was the children's stadium, library, and multimedia classroom.

"Mr. Mo, can you say a few words to the children?" Fan Jianjun turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation.

Mo Wanqiu glanced at the concrete playground. Nearly a hundred children were standing in a square formation. Among them were a dozen older children, holding bouquets of flowers, standing on both sides of the red carpet, lining up to welcome her.

"Dean Fan, there's no need to make it so grand, right?" Mo Wanqiu frowned. She had originally planned to come here simply for the trip, and because of time constraints, she would only stay for an hour at most and would have to leave.

Fan Jianjun made such a big scene that Mo Wanqiu felt a little uncomfortable.

She understood that Fan Jianjun would not dare to neglect such a big financial sponsor as her.

But for Mo Wanqiu personally, she was not used to being stared at by hundreds of eyes in public, and they were the purest and clearest eyes of children.

Ever since she became a mother, Mo Wanqiu understood that even an unintentional word from her could have an impact on her daughter's future, let alone so many orphans.

It is necessary to say words of encouragement and words of encouragement, but when they grow up, they find that no matter how hard they work or how diligent they are, they cannot climb to that position. Ninety-nine percent of children will worry about their livelihood in the future.

You said you wanted to be a police officer, you wanted to be a scientist, you wanted to be a doctor, you wanted to be a writer...

But when you grow up, reality hits you hard.

You can encourage it, but don’t promote it.

Mo Wanqiu sighed and frowned, "President Fan, next time I come, don't hold a welcome ceremony. Don't let so many children stand in the playground waiting."

“How can that be possible!” Fan Jianjun immediately retorted. He wanted to say something praising, but what he was actually thinking was, if we don’t do this, the children who leave the welfare home will work and have a promising future. If they are not encouraged by role models in their early years, how can they help their younger brothers and sisters in the welfare home in the future?
We must make these children understand that it is thanks to donations from society that they are able to have enough food to eat, warm clothes to wear and education to attend. Only then can they give back to society and the welfare home when they grow up.

As for a sponsor like Mo Wanqiu, how many years can he donate money? Only the small donations from these children can keep the welfare home going.

Mo Wanqiu saw through his thoughts and didn't want to say polite words, so he said directly: "Dean Fan, I'm busy, I don't want to say polite words, there are two things I want to make clear to you in advance.

First, even if Hongguang Capital collapses in the future, it will donate to the welfare home regularly every year and every quarter. Second, this person likes quietness. "

At this point, Fan Jianjun dared not insist any longer. He immediately asked people to cancel the welcome ceremony, and the children on the playground were immediately dispersed.

"Let's go to your office." Mo Wanqiu nodded.

"Well, please come this way." Fan Jianjun led the way and said, "By the way, Mr. Mo, the boss of Guanghua Trading Company, Zeng Yunqian is in my office."

"Zeng Yunqian?" Mo Wanqiu frowned, unable to remember the name at all.

Fan Jianjun said: "Boss Zeng, by the way, her company is in Linjiang City and has no business dealings with Hongguang Capital, so it's normal that you don't know her.

She has donated a lot of supplies to our welfare home over the years. Whenever Mr. Zeng comes to the provincial capital, she will come over in person and has also found several excellent teachers for us. ”

Mo Wanqiu nodded and followed Fan Jianjun into the building.

The two did not go to the office. Fan Jianjun specially cleared out a reception room. The sofas, tables, chairs and benches in it were all donated by others. He now has money to replace them with new ones, but he is unwilling to do so. When the sponsors saw this, they thought that the welfare home was living a good life.

The reason why Fan Jianjun was able to become the dean is that he knows how to cry poor. By crying, he can get money, and for the sake of the children, he will not be shabby.

"Mr. Mo, please, please come in and sit down."

After Fan Jianjun entered the room, two people immediately stood up on the sofa in the reception room. One of them was a woman in a white OL outfit, with her eyes slightly narrowed.

The woman was in her thirties, with her hair tied in a bun at the back of her head, an oval face, fair skin, and a slightly voluptuous figure.

Seeing her figure, Mo Wanqiu raised her age by several years. She should be in her early forties. She took good care of herself and looked young.

Fan Jianjun quickly introduced: "Mr. Zeng, this is..."

Before he could finish his words, the other party came forward with his secretary and extended his hand: "Mr. Mo, this is our first meeting, you may not know me, my name is Zeng Yunqian."

Mo Wanqiu nodded, shook hands with her, and said lightly: "Long time no see."

Zeng Yunqian held her hand but didn't want to let go.

Mo Wanqiu's eyes narrowed slightly, Zeng Yunqian blinked, and asked, "Mr. Luo didn't come?"

Suddenly, Mo Wanqiu became alert, and Nong Ying behind her also took a step forward.

"Do you know a lot about my family?" Mo Wanqiu asked back while shaking off her hand.

"Of course I understand. Mr. Luo is a well-known criminal policeman in Linjiang City. If he hadn't cracked down on those illegal companies, the business environment in Linjiang City wouldn't be as good as it is now."

"You talk too much." Mo Wanqiu didn't give him any face, and her words were obviously sarcastic. She walked past him and sat on the single sofa at the back.

"Dean Fan, ask your finance department to come over."

Seeing that the two women were somewhat hostile to each other, Fan Jianjun wondered what the problem was. Could it be that they were jealous of each other because two people were using the same welcoming ceremony?

"Okay, I'll go get someone."

Fan Jianjun quickly slipped away and told his subordinates who were outside the door and wanted to show up to go and pour tea and not to show off.

Zeng Yunqian saw that Mo Wanqiu was very rude. She froze in her place, turned her high heels, and said with a smile: "Boss Mo, you are so rude. How did you manage to do business all these years?"

Mo Wanqiu didn't even look at her: "I don't do business, I invest in businessmen, so I don't have to look at your face."

"That's true!" Zeng Yunqian said sarcastically, "With Mr. Luo endorsing you, you can walk around freely in Haidong Province. I heard that Director Hu and Director Wu were both Mr. Luo's teachers?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Mo Wanqiu stared at her coldly.

Zeng Yunqian's expression froze on her face: "You... Mr. Mo, haven't you heard the saying, if you build a tree in the forest, you will destroy it!"

Mo Wanqiu sneered: "Are you the wind? If not, then don't brag! You have to know that before the wind comes, the other trees in the forest have to bow their heads and behave themselves!"

"Okay, you're awesome!" Zeng Yunqian gritted her teeth, walked to the sofa, picked up her briefcase, and prepared to leave.

Mo Wanqiu was holding her phone and scrolling through the screen. She asked without even looking up, "Zeng Yunqian, did Luo Rui offend you in any way?"

Zeng Yunqian paused, pursed her lips, did not answer, and left in her high heels.

Mo Wanqiu raised his head, glanced at her back, and whispered to Nong Ying, "After you go back, investigate her carefully and find out the identity and background of this woman and who is the boss behind Guanghua Trading Company."

"Row."

Mo Wanqiu nodded, opened the photo album, and browsed the photos of her daughter sent by He Chunhua, with her eyes smiling into crescents.

After a moment, He Chunhua's message popped up in the dialog box: "Wanqiu, Luo Rui finally came back for vacation. If you are free, stay at home with him more and don't go out alone all the time."

Mo Wanqiu's fingers quickly tapped on the virtual keyboard: "Mom, did Luo Rui say anything?"

After thinking about it, she deleted this sentence and sent out three words: I got it.

Afterwards, Fan Jianjun came over with the finance staff and other people, and also brought a box with detailed expenses of various items.

Before making a donation, both parties have already planned what projects the donated funds will be used for, and the donor can check this.

Mo Wanqiu asked his finance department to compare with him, and asked his secretary to turn on the computer and take out the U-Shield.

Fan Jianjun rubbed his hands and stood aside. He didn't even dare to sit down. He asked in a low voice: "Mr. Mo, what donation are you going to make this time..."

Mo Wanqiu was still scrolling through the photos of her daughter, who was sitting in the driver's seat of a Rolls-Royce, and her grandfather was holding her hand and playing with the steering wheel.

She said without even looking up, "This time I donated in my own name. The money will all be used for the children. A total of two million will ensure that they have milk and eggs every morning, and must eat meat every day."

As she said this, she raised her head slightly and glanced at Fan Jianjun. Seeing that he looked very happy and not unhappy at all, she felt relieved.

"That's great, thank you on behalf of the children."

Fan Jianjun clenched his fists and watched Mo Wanqiu's secretary transfer the money. Just as the other party was about to enter the password, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door.

He turned around and saw a tall young man striding in.

Fan Jianjun was wondering when Mo Wanqiu stood up.

Luo Rui walked up to her and smiled: "It's hard to find you. I have to make an appointment now."

Mo Wanqiu curled her lips and said, "Go on, Uncle Nongshan, how could he not know where I am? But why are you here? Are you really here to look for me?"

"What else?" Luo Rui shrugged: "Are you done with your work? Go out for a walk after you're done?"

"Okay." Mo Wanqiu said hello to the finance department and secretary, then followed Luo Rui out of the room.

"It's a nice day today, how about we go for a walk?"

"I don't have time. I have a charity party to attend tonight."

"Fuck the charity gala." Luo Rui said, "Don't do it yourself."

Mo Wanqiu shook his head: "I have my own considerations."

"Okay then." Luo Rui sighed, took her arm and walked down the stairs.

At this moment, Mo Wanqiu suddenly heard a noise coming from downstairs.

When she went downstairs, she saw that the playground of the welfare home was full of police cars with red and blue police lights flashing on the roofs.

Special police and plainclothes personnel were rushing into the buildings.

Mo Wanqiu was startled and grabbed Luo Rui's arm tightly: "What happened?"

"It's okay, we're catching a spy." Luo Rui frowned.

(End of this chapter)