You went on a blind date and presented an A-level wanted criminal as a meeting gift?

The next day, at 10 a.m.

The main office of the Major Crimes Unit, Beijing Municipal Public Security Bureau.

The atmosphere in the office was oppressive. All the officers were staring at the large television on the wall, their teeth itching with anger.

A high-profile press conference is being broadcast live on television.

The main figure at the press conference was Song Qingyun, the chairman of Qingyun Group.

The news that the underground laboratory of the welfare home was raided in the early hours of yesterday had already spread like wildfire, shaking the entire capital.

Everyone thought Song Qingyun was doomed this time and would definitely buy a plane ticket and flee overnight.

But who would have thought that this old fox not only didn't run away, but instead brazenly booked the most luxurious hotel banquet hall in Beijing and held a press conference!

In the scene, Song Qingyun was not wearing his usual expensive haute couture suit, but instead wore an extremely simple Zhongshan suit with a slightly faded collar.

His hair was gray, his eyes were red, and he looked as if he had aged ten years overnight.

"Dear friends from the media, kind-hearted people from all walks of life..."

Song Qingyun stood in front of the microphone, her voice choked with emotion, tears welling up and sliding down her wrinkled cheeks.

"I, Song, have dedicated my life to charity, treating the Qingyun Welfare Home as my own home. But... but I never expected this!"

He pounded his chest violently, looking heartbroken.

"Director Zhang of the welfare home, behind my back, has been shamelessly colluding with illegal overseas medical institutions to conduct inhumane drug research in the welfare home's basement!"

"I was fooled by him! I was blind!"

Song Qingyun bowed deeply to the camera and remained standing for a long time.

"I bear undeniable supervisory responsibility for this incident. I am willing to fully cooperate with the police investigation and will not tolerate any criminal!"

"At the same time, to make amends for my mistakes, I announce that Qingyun Group will immediately allocate one billion yuan in cash to establish a special compensation fund to compensate the families of the victims and cover subsequent medical and rehabilitation expenses!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the flashbulbs at the press conference went off like crazy.

Some media reporters below, unaware of the truth, were even moved by Song Qingyun's "sincerity".

"Chairman Song is truly wronged; he was terribly betrayed by his subordinates!"

"Yes, they directly offered a billion yuan in compensation. That kind of generosity is something only a few people can have."

Several unscrupulous influencers who had been paid started stirring up trouble in the live stream chat, accusing the police of “violent law enforcement” and “forcibly demolishing private enterprises without a search warrant” in their actions early yesterday morning.

"Bang!"

In the police station office, Su Qingge angrily smashed the stainless steel thermos cup in her hand on the ground, splashing water everywhere.

"That old bastard! Has he no shame?!"

Su Qingge trembled with rage. "He pinned all the blame on that Dean Zhang!"

An older detective standing nearby shook his head with a wry smile: "Captain Su, that old fox acted too quickly. This morning when we went to arrest Dean Zhang, we found that he had already committed suicide by cutting his wrists in the bathtub of his own home. The scene was arranged flawlessly, and he even left a suicide note that took all the blame."

"With no one to testify since he's dead, he's like a gecko shedding its tail to survive!"

Listening to her subordinates' report, Su Qingge felt like she had punched cotton, and was so frustrated she was about to explode.

Just then, Lin Chen, who had been sitting on the sofa in the corner drinking tea, suddenly chuckled softly.

"What's the rush? The higher he jumps, the harder he'll fall."

Lin Chen stood up and walked to the television screen.

[Master-level micro-expression analysis is now available!]

Lin Chen's gaze was like two X-rays, fixed on Song Qingyun's tear-streaked face on the screen.

With the system's support, every twitch of Song Qingyun's facial muscles, every blink of his eyes, and even the frequency of his breathing were magnified and analyzed infinitely in Lin Chen's brain!

Lin Chen's lips curled into a mocking smile. "However, pay attention to when he said 'take out ten billion' just now."

Su Qingge and the others immediately gathered around.

"His left eye twitched slightly and uncontrollably. At the same time, the knuckles of his right hand, which was gripping the microphone, turned white from excessive force."

Lin Chen pointed at the screen, his voice firm: "He's heartbroken, or rather, he's panicked."

"Panic?" Su Qingge was taken aback.

"That's right." Lin Chen turned around and looked at the members of the Major Crimes Unit. "Last night, we raided his underground laboratory. We not only confiscated all the equipment, but also intercepted a large batch of 'Paradise' finished products that he was about to ship."

"The value of this shipment was absolutely astronomical. Now that the goods are gone, his overseas buyers are definitely putting immense pressure on him."

"His attempt to quell public opinion by throwing out this billion yuan is nothing but a case of putting on a brave face! His financial chain has already suffered a fatal blow due to the raid on his lab!"

Lin Chen incisively exposed the weakness beneath Song Qingyun's hypocritical facade.

"He is now more in dire need of a large sum of money and a brand-new purification system than anyone else to stabilize his crumbling underground empire."

Su Qingge suddenly realized: "So, he's now a gambler at his wit's end!"

"That's right, and I had already dug a big enough pit to bury him long ago."

Lin Chen took out his phone and dialed Ye Qingcheng's number in front of everyone.

The phone was answered after only one ring.

"Honey, have you watched TV? That old man is putting on quite a show." Ye Qingcheng's languid yet absolutely confident queen-like voice came from the other end of the phone.

Lin Chen smiled and said, "Honey, the fish are starving and will bite soon. How are your preparations going?"

"Don't worry." Ye Qingcheng sneered, "If he dares to set his sights on Ye's laboratory, I'll show him what real capital strangulation is."

"He will personally bring his team to Ye's headquarters at 2 PM this afternoon to sign the acquisition contract."

A cold glint flashed in Lin Chen's eyes: "Fine, I'll go there myself this afternoon. Since he likes acting, then we'll put on a big show for him."