You're supposed to be a security officer, what case are you solving?

Chapter 369 If you have a problem, come at me!

10 PM.

Xingye District, Houping Street.

The masses that Wen Mo was talking about had already crawled into bed and gone to sleep. Who would be wandering around the streets in the middle of the night in early winter?
Only a few people who are not part of the general public, like rats in the sewers, take the stage one by one.

Houping Street is where these people hang out every night.

Hidden within the buildings lining both sides of the street are silver shops, mahjong parlors, arcades, billiard rooms, and video arcades.

Under the streetlights outside the video arcade, a group of men were gathered, leaning against concrete poles and smoking. These were customers waiting for the video arcade owner to play pornographic films.

At this point, someone will ask: What movie is playing tonight?

If you come across a Japanese or Western film that you like, you can enter through the side door for a few dollars.

After watching it, some couldn't resist improvising. The well-off older men would spend thirty or fifty yuan to go to the hair salon next door and have the young women help them improvise.

It was late at night, and only the area in front of the 'Victoria' hair salon was brightly lit.

A billboard stood in front of it, emitting dazzling lights that were as red as blood.

Inside the glass door, several women of the night sat in sofa chairs used for hairdressing, dressed very provocatively even in the early winter weather.

Leopard print is in style now, so most people wear leopard print skirts, showing off their thighs in black stockings, but not their calves, because the boots are quite long, reaching down to their knees.

Business is business, but they're also afraid of catching a cold.

Some women were combing their hair, some were painting their nails, and some were smoking.

When guests arrive, these women will automatically stand up.

Without them saying a word, the boss looked around, pointed to a woman of the night whom he liked, and she immediately walked forward with a smile and took his arm.

The inside of the hair salon was blurry from the outside because of the red and green beaded curtains hanging at the entrance.

Inside, several men and women sat around a mahjong table, smoking and playing mahjong.

The walls around them were covered with mosaic tiles, and on the left wall was a statue of Guan Yu, with incense sticks burning in a bronze incense burner in front of the statue.

The prostitute, arm in arm with her boss, lifted the beaded curtain, and the sound of mahjong tiles could be clearly heard.

"Yaoji."

"bump!"

"Hey, didn't you just say you didn't want it?"

"I picked a pair."

The shop owner, who had a black handbag tucked into his waistband, smiled and moved closer to the man sitting directly above him.

"Brother Bin."

The other person glanced at him and continued touching the cards.

"Who do you think you are, Hua Zi? What brings you here tonight?"

After saying that, Brother Bin gestured with his chin toward the fat woman sitting next to him: "Pour some tea for Hua Zi."

Hua Zi nodded to the plump woman: "Sister Qiu Ling."

"Hua Zi, I heard you're doing a really big project now."

"Sister Qiuling is joking. I only run small businesses. If it weren't for Brother Bin's help in paving the way, I wouldn't be where I am today."

"Good to know." The fat woman stood up.

"By the way, Sister Qiuling, I also saw Qiangzi this morning."

The plump woman, holding a teacup, frowned and asked, "I haven't seen this brat for days. Where did you see him?"

"It's a computer room on Fengming Road."

“That kid, I’m going to drag him back tomorrow.” After the fat woman finished speaking, her tone softened a bit: “Hua Zi, please sit down.”

Hua Zi broke free from the prostitute's hand and said, "Go upstairs and wait for me. Oh, and don't light any incense; I'm allergic to it."

The woman nodded, put on her high heels, swayed her hips, and went upstairs from the right side.

Hua Zi sat in the spot where the fat woman had just been sitting, right next to the gangster known as "Brother Bin".

"Brother Bin, it's all one suit."

Bin picked up a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from the table, took one out, tossed it into Hua Zi's hand, and then, while staring at the cards, asked, "Hua Zi, are you here to play with women, or to...?"

"Brother Bin, thanks to you for your help with that last thing."

As he spoke, Hua Zi placed his handbag under his arm on his knee, then unzipped it, took out a wad of cash, and handed it to Brother Bin on the table.

This stack of money was sealed with the bank's seal, and the banknotes were all brand new.

It was obviously just withdrawn from the bank, and it was 10,000.

The three men playing mahjong laughed and said, "Hey, I knew Brother Bin was having good luck today. Turns out it's Hua Zi bringing us good fortune."

Hua Zi waved his hand with a smile: "Brother Bin is my God of Wealth. If it weren't for Brother Bin helping me deal with that group of people in the western suburbs, I definitely wouldn't have been able to get that land."

Bin glanced at the ten thousand yuan on the table, grinned, but didn't smile.

The younger brother playing mahjong next to him immediately noticed his boss's expression and said, "Hua Zi, is this how you treat the God of Wealth? You're making at least tens of thousands from that piece of land."

Hua Zi's expression fell. He wanted to say something nice, but then he saw Brother Bin reach out and pull out a 30,000 tile from his upright mahjong set.

Oh shit!

Twenty thousand, thirty thousand, and forty thousand are all linked together, what the hell are you talking about, the thirty thousand?!

Brother Bin held the 30,000 yuan in his hand, turning it over and over.

Hua Zi felt a pang of pain, so he had no choice but to take out three more stacks of money from his pocket and pile them on top of the ten thousand he had just received. "Brother Bin, I have dozens of men working for me, and I haven't really made much extra money."

Bin glanced at him, and casually stuck the '30,000' tile in his hand into the mahjong set. He smiled, and his mustache parted to the sides, following his lips.

"Hua Zi, this money isn't for me, it's for Lord Guan. Put it up there."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Hua Zi stood up, took the 30,000 yuan on the table, walked around the mahjong table, went to the Buddhist shrine, raised his hands, lowered his head, and respectfully offered the 30,000 yuan to Guan Yu.

May Lord Guan bless you with peace, safety, and great wealth!

Seeing this, Brother Bin called to the fat woman, "Pour me and Hua Zi a glass of wine."

"Okay." The fat woman went to the counter, took out the liquor, poured two glasses, and brought them over.

One cup was handed to Brother Bin, and the other to Hua Zi.

Bin raised his glass and clinked it against Hua Zi's, making a 'ding' sound.

"Be honest!"

"Thank you for taking care of me, Brother Bin." Hua Zi picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Brother Bin tilted his head back and finished his drink, then handed the empty glass to the fat woman.

"Alright, let's continue playing."

Hua Zi said, "Brother Bin, shall I go upstairs?"

"Go ahead, and by the way, be gentle. Everyone says you're too good in bed, too fierce. Every time you come, the ceiling in this shop almost collapses."

"Brother Bin is joking." After saying that, Hua Zi called out to the group of people playing mahjong, "You guys go ahead and play."

After that, Hua Zi went upstairs.

In less than five minutes, the ceiling began to shake, the hanging crystal chandelier swayed, and dust occasionally fell down.

The plump woman looked up and said, "After the New Year, I'll have to find someone to replace the ceiling. These wooden planks aren't sturdy; they creak every night."

One of the younger men playing mahjong laughed and said, "Sister Qiuling, please don't! We just love hearing that sound."

"Yeah, it's so exciting! Last time I heard a young man go upstairs, shake it twice, and then there was no sound."

"Brother Bin and Sister Qiuling are really something. Once they're upstairs, they can work non-stop for at least an hour."

The fat woman glared: "I'll tear your mouth apart... By the way, have you seen Qiangzi these past few days?"

"I haven't seen him. I haven't seen him for several days. He must be waiting for female students at school."

Bin said, "I saw him on the street yesterday, riding a motorcycle and wandering around."

The fat woman frowned: "You saw it but didn't tell me? He's not your own son, so you don't love him, do you?"

Bin seemed unconcerned: "That kid hangs out in the computer lab every day, he eats and sleeps there. Yesterday he even asked me for money, and I slapped him!"

"Chen Bin, I'm telling you..."

"I was just kidding. How could I bear to hit him? His deadbeat dad is my good brother. I gave him two hundred yuan. He'll come back when he runs out of money."

The fat woman warned him: "Bin, you always talk about 'sharing weal and woe,' but my husband used to be one of you. To avoid dragging you down, he took the blame himself and was sentenced to life imprisonment."

If you don't take good care of my daughter and me, Qiangzi's father will definitely not let you off the hook if he ever gets out.

"Rest assured, with Lord Guan above me, I, Chen Bin..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw a group of people rushing in through the beaded curtain.

Because several prostitutes were blocking his view, he couldn't see very clearly.

Just as he was about to get a better look, a group of people lifted the beaded curtain and rushed in. Before they could react, they saw dark gun barrels pointed at them.

Immediately following was shouting.

"do not move!"

"Don't stand up, everyone stay seated with your hands above your heads!"

"Cat, Lao Yao, there are still people upstairs. Bring them down."

"it is good!"

"Don't rush up!"

Yang Jinwen grabbed a guy who was playing mahjong and shoved him: "Push him upstairs!"

At this moment, the fat woman named "Qiuling" was controlled by Feng Xiaocai, and the prostitutes from the outer room also let out harsh curses.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Don't touch me, let go of your mother!"

"Damn it, do you even know who's in charge here? Do you even know?" the fat woman cursed, "What the hell are you guys from?"

While Yang Jinwen and his team were checking the surroundings and counting heads, Brother Bin shouted, "Stop fooling around!"

The fat woman was furious; her hands were now twisted behind her back. "No, Brother Bin, say something!"

"They're police officers, shut up!"

The fat woman immediately shut her mouth. She wasn't frightened by Brother Bin's words, but by the dark muzzle of the gun she saw.

Bin swallowed hard and, in the dim light, tried to recognize the faces of the people, only to find that he couldn't recognize a single one of them.

"Which one of you is the leader? Can we talk?"

Everyone else had their hands raised above their heads or squatting on the ground, but Brother Bin maintained his江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) demeanor, placing his hands on the mahjong table and asking without moving, "Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. Don't wrong innocent people. If you have a problem, come at me!"

(End of this chapter)