bookbashuk Chapter 57 I am your boss
Chapter 57 I am your boss
Back alley.
Song Zijie has already had an argument with Song Zihao.
Upon seeing this, He Wenzhan immediately wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Wu Fusheng's gaze.
He leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette: "Don't rush, let's see how things go first."
Don't rush into things.
Let's first get a basic understanding of the situation and have a basic grasp of Song Zihao and his group.
By stepping forward in this way, they will be able to maintain a greater degree of control.
"Don't call me Ah Jie, call me Sir!"
Sung Tze-kit, in a fit of rage, roared at Sung Tze-ho, "Do you even know what you're doing?!"
"We've found clues; your finance company is problematic!"
"Tell me, are you involved in the counterfeit money business? Tell me everything you know!!"
Song Zijie was quite agitated and became aggressive at times.
For him.
His older brother had always left a very good impression on him and treated him very well.
Song Zihao was very happy to have been admitted to the police academy.
But now.
He found out that his own brother was a thief, which he could not accept no matter what.
and.
If Sung Tze-ho really has problems, it will affect his career in the police force.
Mark Lee was extremely loyal to Song Zihao.
Seeing Song Zijie's rude remarks, he immediately stepped in to defend him.
The two sides got into an argument.
Song Zijie was not so polite to Mark Lee.
He pulled out a .38 pistol from his waist and pointed it at him, saying, "Believe it or not, I'll shoot you dead right now!"
Song Zihao quickly grabbed the 38 and shook his head at him.
The two sides confronted each other in the alley, and the atmosphere was tense.
"Ah Jie!"
Wu Fusheng stubbed out his cigarette, exhaling smoke as he walked forward: "When handling cases, you must rely on evidence."
"If you pull out a gun without any evidence, someone can file a complaint against you."
He reached out and grasped the .38 rifle in Song Zijie's hand.
Song Zijie was breathing heavily. He stared at Song Zihao for a long time before letting go.
Wu Fusheng took the .38 rifle down and put it back into Song Zijie's waist.
Instead...
He looked at Song Zihao, "Brother Hao, how about we go over there and talk?"
Song Zihao knew that this was Song Zijie's superior, and he had heard him mention him more than once.
The two then left.
He Wenzhan pulled Song Zijie behind him and stood up straight, looking at Mark Lee.
Mark Lee smoked a cigarette, showing no fear of the two of them.
"Ah Jie is my buddy, and you're his older brother, so I'll call you Brother Hao for your sake."
Wu Fusheng took out a cigarette case and handed one to him: "Brother Hao, you're really something, managing Yao Ruoqing's business, you must be making a lot of money."
Song Zihao, his eyes gleaming, took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled smoke. "Just normal salary."
Wu Fusheng nodded with a smile: "Brother Hao is indeed low-key in his work."
He exhaled smoke and gestured to Song Zijie over there: "I know every industry has its rules. You know perfectly well whether you're involved in counterfeit money or not."
"I need to remind you that, according to police regulations, if you have any problems, Ah Jie will be implicated."
Wu Fusheng turned to Song Zihao and said, "The police force takes these things very seriously. If you have any problems, he won't be able to get promoted because of you."
"I think you brothers must have a very good relationship, otherwise Ah Jie wouldn't have been so excited."
"He is angry at himself, and also at you, his older brother who has gone astray."
He stopped there, saying, "You must know everything to have reached this position, so I won't say anything more."
"Ah Jie came to the police academy with me. He's a very good worker, and I like him a lot."
Wu Fusheng stated his position.
Song Zihao smoked his cigarette in silence.
A brief silence.
"Wu Sir is a very strict boss, and Ah Jie has mentioned you to me many times."
Song Zihao took a deep breath. "If there are any problems, I will provide them to Inspector Wu."
indeed.
Wu Fusheng gave Song Zihao a very different impression.
No evidence.
He didn't keep saying that he had a problem.
Wu Fusheng nodded happily and wrote down a number for him: "Remember to call me if you find anything."
Then.
He grinned, revealing his bright white teeth: "I'm A-Jie's boss. In your terms, I'm his boss."
"I can protect him. You can call me if you have any problems."
"You wouldn't want Ah-Jie to miss out on a promotion because of you, his older brother, would you?!"
Wu Fusheng patted him on the shoulder, "Think it over carefully, then you can go now."
"Ah Jie, let's go, let's keep drinking."
Wu Fusheng left with Song Zijie and He Wenzhan.
As he passed Mark Lee, he made sure to glance at him again.
Song Zihao watched the three people leave with a flicker in his eyes, then took a deep breath to compose himself.
no doubt.
Song Zihao and his team's trip to entertain guests was a complete failure.
"Damn it, these cops are completely unreasonable!"
Tan Cheng muttered under his breath, cursing, "Brother Hao, we're afraid we'll have a hard time explaining this to the boss."
When he failed to curry favor with Wu Fusheng, he naturally shifted the blame onto Song Zihao.
Song Zihao said absentmindedly, "I'll talk to the boss."
Tan Cheng remained silent, scoffing at the view outside the window.
night.
Song Zijie drank a lot, one cup after another, pouring it down his throat.
After the show ended.
Wu Fusheng arranged for He Wenzhan to drive Song Zijie back first.
"Wu Sir".
Song Zijie stared intently out the car window. "I'll voluntarily report this."
"I will also proactively recuse myself in accordance with the regulations for the next case."
Song Zijie struggled with the decision all night, but still made what he considered to be the most reasonable choice.
"Rules are only ever used to limit the underlying framework."
Wu Fusheng leaned back in his chair and shook his head. "If you declare it proactively, the higher-ups won't think anything of you."
"They'll just label you, then deliver the final verdict and sentence you to death."
He looked at Song Zijie: "Meizhen was previously controlled by Lian Haodong, and that's why."
Song Zijie sighed, his spirits even lower, "That's all we can do. We can't expect Song Zihao to be alright!"
His intuition told him so.
My own elder brother can't withstand any investigation; there must be something wrong with him.
Wu Fusheng turned slightly to the side: "Ah Jie, do you believe me or not?"
"Trust me, don't rush to report it. We haven't even made any progress on the case yet, so there's no rush."
He said earnestly, "I'll analyze the case for you based on the details and see if there's any chance of salvaging it."
Upon hearing this, Song Zijie straightened up instantly as if he had been electrocuted.
His eyes were bright, as if he had grasped at a straw, and he stared straight at Wu Fusheng.
"No!"
As if struck by a thought, he blurted out, "If anything goes wrong, it will implicate you, Inspector Wu!"
He was tempted, but also rational, and didn't want to get involved with Wu Fusheng.
"What? You want to talk to me about police regulations? When it comes to rules, ten of you wouldn't be enough to compare to me."
Wu Fusheng chuckled and shook his head: "Everything has two sides, don't rush to think the worst."
"Don't worry, I will respond accordingly within the completely reasonable rules."
He looked at Song Zijie and said, "We must catch the thief, and we must also promote him."
"For bosses who sit in air-conditioned offices, they only care about results."
As long as the outcome satisfies them, even appropriate methods are considered reasonable rules of the game.
With Song Zijie by his side, he was full of determination and drive in solving cases.
and.
He had great confidence in himself and would resolutely carry out any instructions given.
This is a rare and excellent subordinate.
Wu Fusheng certainly didn't mind helping him deal with the trouble.
Song Zijie's lips moved, his fingers clenched tightly, knuckles white: "Is...is it really possible?"
I can tell.
Song Zijie was very tempted and couldn't refuse.
"certainly!"
Wu Fusheng nodded firmly, "As your colleague, you follow me unconditionally, so as your boss, I have no reason not to support you to the end."
He already had an idea and a specific direction in mind.