Chapter 1828
They’re still filled with righteous indignation, cursing Secretary Liu and his evil son.
Wei Li doesn’t feel anything, but since everyone is so angry, he has to pretend to be angry too, otherwise he won’t fit in.
He glanced at Song Guanchao smoking nearby, his eyes shifted, and he said, "The people can’t fight the government; reality is just that cruel. Just complain about it a little, but don’t say it everywhere."
Someone grumbled, "What’s there to fear! Just a small town’s party secretary, can he cover the sky with one hand?"
"Why don’t we go report it?"
Once they heard this, everyone froze, and not a single person agreed.
The young officer who suggested it looked around at everyone, saw them all bow their heads and not respond, and pulled his mouth into a smile.
Everyone talks big, but when it comes to reporting, no one says a word. It’s a bit awkward.
"We’re just a group of junior officers, what are we going to report." Wei Li finally spoke up: "We’re here for training, don’t make trouble for yourself. If you really want to get involved, don’t be a cop, work in the General Office. There, you can interact with the leaders every day, and maybe one day they’ll notice you. If you can keep up with them, you’ll have a chance to clear Lin Siyuan’s name."
Someone sighed, "The General Office is not so easy to get into."
"Even if you get in, it’s useless. Do you really think the leaders are all noble and will intervene when they see injustice? They don’t want to cause trouble for no reason."
As they spoke, the mood became a bit low again.
Wei Li seemed to have thought of something, looked at Liang Jiajia and asked, "Jiajia, I remember your boyfriend is a leader, right?"
"Yeah, Jiajia, didn’t you say your boyfriend is a Provincial level official?"
"What, Provincial?"
The officers who weren’t too familiar looked shocked at Song Guanchao smoking by the roadside, their eyes nearly popping out.
This guy around their age is provincial?
Liang Jiajia looked at him coldly, "First, he’s not Provincial. Second, the case is our responsibility, you’re the temporary leader. If you really want to clear their name, go report it yourself. If I remember correctly, your brother is the Deputy Chief of Fengcheng District Bureau."
𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
Wei Li intended to embarrass Song Guanchao, but Liang Jiajia, eager to protect her man, ended up leaving him unable to step down.
He lightly coughed, righteously saying, "My brother is my brother, I am me, he won’t help me with my matters."
Liang Jiajia sneered and didn’t bother talking to him.
Their conversation was overheard by Song Guanchao, who couldn’t help but laugh.
Wei Li’s little schemes, and he had the nerve to play them in front of him.
However, even if he didn’t mention it, Song Guanchao planned to get involved anyway.
He flicked his cigarette away, stood up, and walked over.
Upon learning he was a provincial officer, everyone looked at him with a bit more fear and reverence.
"Officer Wei, what are your plans for the evening?" Song Guanchao asked.
With so many people around, Wei Li couldn’t act superior, and replied, "Half of us will stay at the county hotel, and half will stay on guard duty. We’ll switch tomorrow."
After speaking, he began to call out names.
Unsurprisingly, Liang Jiajia was selected to remain on guard duty.
The officers going to rest got onto the police cars and drove out of the village.
Six officers remained, including Wei Li and Liang Jiajia.
Besides Liang Jiajia, there was another female officer, slightly older, about thirty-three or thirty-four, rather pretty but not very tall, about 1.65 meters, though quite curvy.
"Go sleep in the car first." Liang Jiajia said.
"Come sit in my car."
"No, otherwise they’ll gossip."
After all, she was here on duty, and although keeping watch in Song Guanchao’s car was the same, others wouldn’t see it that way.
Besides, Wei Li disliked Song Guanchao and might deliberately give her a hard time.
She wasn’t afraid of trouble, just didn’t want to stir up more issues.
"Whoever gossips, I’ll slap them." Song Guanchao said domineeringly, taking her small hand and heading toward the car.
Liang Jiajia gave everyone a glance and didn’t refuse, following him to the car.
Once inside, Song Guanchao turned on the air conditioning, "Lie down for a while, I’ll wake you if needed."
"Can’t sleep." Liang Jiajia looked in the direction of Lin Siyuan’s house and said, "This family is quite pitiable."
Song Guanchao knew who she meant and said, "What you hear isn’t always true, I’ll investigate when I have time."
He was long past the age of believing just anything people say; whether Lin Siyuan was wrongly accused couldn’t be determined by village gossip alone.
Liang Jiajia asked, "Are you going to intervene?"
Song Guanchao said, "I’ll just look into it. If they’re really wronged, I’ll help push the matter up."
Liang Jiajia felt conflicted, as she hated evil and naturally hoped the issue would get attention and justice would be served.
But she also worried that Song Guanchao might land himself in trouble because of it.
After all, this isn’t Jiangzhou, and it’s near Beijing.
Moreover, a fugitive from another province being tracked by the Beijing Bureau’s chief indicates that Secretary Liu from the town has connections in Beijing.
And strong connections at that.
If they find out Song Guanchao is the one who reported it, he might face retaliation.
Liang Jiajia glanced at Wei Li’s police car and said, "Just now, he was trying to provoke you, hoping you’d intervene. When you investigate, don’t let him find out, otherwise, he’ll definitely tell Secretary Liu."
Song Guanchao smiled, "His little schemes are nothing to worry about."
"You stay here, I’ll go look around the village."
"Are you going to Lin Siyuan’s home?"
"Yeah."
"Going now?"
"Just to chat, no need to wait for a special time."
The time was still early, and staying in the car was boring.
He actually wanted to be affectionate with Liang Jiajia, but that would be too noticeable. Better to be restrained and hold off for now.
He got out of the car and walked toward a police vehicle. The window rolled down, and an officer asked, "Minister Song, what’s up?"
"Just call me Song Guanchao," Song Guanchao could tell he wasn’t teasing, "Where do you guys solve ’big issues’?"
The officer casually pointed, "Just borrow one from a household."
"Alright, thanks."
Song Guanchao walked away until he was out of sight of the police car, then randomly approached several middle-aged folks watching children set off firecrackers, asking, "Excuse me, where is Lin Siyuan’s house?"
The villagers pointed to a two-story house, "That’s it."
Song Guanchao said ’thank you’, went to the yard gate, and saw the living room lights on.
In the living room, on the sofa, sat a man and woman. The man was in his sixties or seventies, with short white hair, his hands folded within the sleeves of a large cotton jacket, watching TV motionlessly.
The woman was in her twenties, with a good figure and a delicate profile, not hidden by the bulky clothes.
Song Guanchao knocked on the door, the old man looked over, got up, and walked out.
The old man’s eyes were cautious, like a startled deer, "What do you want?"
"Sir, can I borrow your bathroom?"
The old man asked, "Are you a cop?"
"No."
As soon as he spoke, the old man turned away, completely ignoring him.