I started out as a criminal, and the police relied on me to solve countless cases.

Chapter 164 Old friends get together
In Chuncheng, Cuihu Snack Street is bustling with people.

At this time of year, the north is still covered with ice and snow, but all the tourists in Harbin are still wearing down jackets.

With a temperature of 18 degrees in Chuncheng today, coupled with the gentle warm breeze, there is already a sense of spring. Men and women on the street have already started wearing light clothes, and some young people are already wearing short sleeves.

As the sun sets, there is no room left in Cuihu Rice Noodles’ house, so the boss has set up seven or eight tables outside, which are now almost full as well.

In the corner, two men were drinking beer from bottles.

The two men had a full stack of wine bottles in front of them; at a glance there must be at least twenty or thirty bottles.

"No, no, no, Chief Zhao, I won't drink anymore. My alcohol tolerance is nothing compared to yours~~"

The short man on the right side of the table was holding a bottle of wine, waving his hands repeatedly, and burping from time to time.

The short man was in his forties, with a dark complexion and messy hair. The hair at the temples had turned completely white. He had small eyes and a big nose, and was wearing a blue work suit that was dotted with oil stains. He looked very haggard and a little sloppy.

Opposite him was a muscular man who was about 1.9 meters tall, with a square face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, a resolute expression, and muscular body. The white shirt on his upper body was almost bursting due to his pectoral muscles.

The beer bottles in front of him were much more than those on the opposite side. A rough glance showed that he had drunk at least two boxes. He saw that his opponent had already admitted defeat.

The sturdy man laughed.

He picked up another bottle of beer, put his finger on the bottle cap, flicked it lightly, and the bottle cap flew far away.

"Old Chen, you are backsliding. You were the only one who held the position of the police station's drinking commander. Who in our station dared to compete with you in drinking? I have only seen you do that."

After the sturdy man finished speaking, he swirled the bottle in his hand, put it to his mouth like a dragon sucking water, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Director Zhao, please stop making fun of me, Old Chen. You've been fighting over drinks for years, but I, haha, have to repair air conditioners or deliver packages every day. How can I have time to drink?"

The short man's face was red, he spoke a little stutteringly, and he was staggering, obviously drunk.

But he still used his hands to support himself against the stool, trying not to fall down.

"You stubborn ass, it's been seven years! Everyone should be doing business and looking for classmates, but what about you? You insist on holding on to this?"

"I've told you this countless times. The police haven't given up on the case and are still investigating. Why don't you believe it? What's the point of running around the world by yourself? What's the point! Your wife ran away and your children don't even look at you. What the hell are you trying to achieve?"

The sturdy man became more and more excited as he spoke, and finally he slammed the table and started drinking beer from the bottle.

"Boss, give me two more boxes of Tsingtao, ice cold! If you don't drink it all up today, don't even think about leaving!"

The short man lowered his head, seemingly not hearing what the strong man said.

He silently opened a bottle of beer and stared blankly at the water drops on the bottle.

"Director Zhao~~"

The sturdy man interrupted the man sharply.

"You're called Lao Zhao. When have I ever put on airs in front of you? Don't you feel guilty for doing this to me? Drink!" Lao Zhao placed seven or eight bottles of wine in front of the man in a row.

He was not worried that the man would get drunk. It was just beer, it would not make him drunk if he had a bloated stomach. But the man in front of him, who was less than 40 years old but already had gray hair, was not drunk by the alcohol, but by the things he did.

"Hahahaha, Lao Zhao, sometimes I really envy you."

"Bullshit, why are you envious of me? Envy that I'm taller and more handsome than you? Madam boss, give me two plates of peanuts and some cucumbers!"

"Why can you be so carefree, just forget about everything and never remember it, why can't I do that? Why when I lay on the bed and closed my eyes, I saw your little girl stripped naked, lying on the cold ground, covered in blood! She's not dead yet! She asked me to save her, wuwuwuwu~~~~"

"Why, why do I have to think about it every day, the people in our team standing in the court in prison uniforms, Lao Cai, Lao Liao, Kunzi, Xiao Zhou, they all have shaved heads, all looking straight at me? Ask me, the team leader, why did I bring them to court? Why!"

The man's voice was hoarse, his body kept shaking, and he couldn't hold the bottle in his hand, which fell to the ground and shattered into foam.

He subconsciously reached out to pick up the broken bottle, but as soon as he bent down, he started spitting wine out of his mouth, with snot and tears flowing down his face.

Lao Zhao's expression softened a lot. He suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the man's neck, pulled him in front of him, and ruffled the man's hair with his big hands.

"Old Chen, don't worry. I said I would help you, and I will help you to the end. We have searched everywhere we can over the years, but we have always been a step behind."

Old Zhao chuckled.

"You are so lucky, brother. I know a genius, a world-famous expert in solving crimes, a prophet in the police force, and a man with a third eye. This case is in his hands, haha."

When Lao Zhao said this, the man suddenly shuddered, raised his head abruptly, and stared straight at the burly man in front of him.

"You're talking nonsense. Do you think I'm easy to fool? Do you think I won't care about police news now that I'm no longer a police officer?"

The man looked suspicious.

"What kind of person is a prophet? He is a special consultant of the Public Security Bureau. He caused chaos in Han Country last month. He is a dragon-like person. Can you invite him?"

"Hey, hey, hey, Lao Chen, don't disbelieve me. Consultant Jiang is a specially hired consultant of our Guandu Police Station and is paid. Not only have I worked with him on cases, I've also acted in his movies."

Seeing the disbelief written all over the other party's face, Old Zhao blushed immediately. When had Zhao Xilai ever boasted so much that others would suspect him of being a fraud?
"My Chief Zhao, please stop it. It's true that Jiang Hanwen has been to Chuncheng, but you don't even look at his status at that time and his status now. Only the government can invite this big Buddha, but not here. Besides, this case is not a big one. Are you sure they will take it seriously?"

The man shook his head.

It’s not that he doesn’t believe in Jiang Hanwen’s methods. The ability of this top police officer has been proven countless times. Whenever there are doubts, they will always be slapped in the face in the end.

But the problem is that the 8.22 case was not a sensational case, and Jiang Hanwen, with his status, really didn't take it seriously.
For a world-famous figure like Jiang Hanwen, the most important consideration when taking a project now is whether it is suitable for filming. After all, he is a director and actor, and making money from filming is his main job.

The Guandu Police Station rashly invited people to come here, and one case would take at least half a month.

Who will pay for the food and drink for the people and horses, plus the loss of work time?
Can Chen Bing afford the money, or can Zhao Xilai afford it, or are the leaders of the Municipal Bureau willing to approve the consulting fee?
It's impossible.

(End of this chapter)