Chapter 277 Contempt the Supreme Official
"A meal, I met again!"
Yang Yingrong sat down without asking, "You said we are really destined to meet again and again."
Song Jin can only say that it is indeed a coincidence.
Yang Yingrong was wearing the official uniform of the Bingmasi.
The full name of the Bingma Command Department of the Five City Bingma Command Department is a professional public security agency in the capital, mainly responsible for urban public security, municipal management, and relief for disasters and poverty.
With the Yang family’s connections, it is not difficult to find an errand for Yang Yingrong in the Military and Ma Si.
There is also a team of patrolling officers and soldiers not far away. It depends on the situation that Yang Yingrong led a team to patrol the market.
The accident happened in Jinhai Hutong last night, which obviously put pressure on the five cities'' military commanders.
Seeing that Song Jin had no answer.
Yang Yingrong smiled strangely, "You can''t recognize me, right? We''ve seen it a few times."
"Oh, it turns out it''s Young Master Yang San."
Song Jin pretended to be enlightened and said.
Yang Yingrong cursed a liar insidiously, but said, "You said this **** fate, right? Last time you invited me to a meal in Huizhou, but you haven''t invited you back yet. By the way, I don''t know what your name is?"
"Song Huaijin is here."
Song Jin answered concisely.
Yang Yingrong waited for a long time, but did not wait for the next sentence.
That''s it?
Nothing else?
Yang Yingrong simply asked directly: "You are from Huizhou, do business in Huizhou? What kind of business do?"
“Medicinal materials.”
Song Jin bounced out two more words.
Anyone can see Song Jin''s alienation.
The third young master of the Yang family was blind and came up with him with no value, "Oh, now we know the name, let''s be friends."
Wait until the roasted lamb and two bowls of spring noodles are served.
Yang Yingrong took a bowl neatly.
The remaining bowl was pushed to Song Jin.
Without anyone to greet him, he started eating mutton and noodles.
Qin Qi just wanted to curse her, but this famous stingy **** actually came to her head.
I can only ask the boss to ask for another bowl.
Song Jin used chopsticks to pick the noodles in the bowl, "Is Young Master Yang taking the job? I have been to the market several times before, but I have never seen anyone patrol."
"Yes! It''s on duty."
Yang Yingrong said while eating, "The murder occurred in Jinhai Hutong last night, and Dali Temple is intervening in the investigation. There will be martial law in the city these days and patrols will be frequent. Don''t be outside tonight, so as not to be caught."
"Thank you for your reminder." Song Jin thanked politely, and then pretended to be curious, "Is there a murder case serious?"
"It is said that two waves of people were fighting, and it was probably a vendetta. They fought very hard, and five bodies were left on the scene. The Dali Temple case handler said that according to the traces of the fight, there were more than five people who died or injured. Unfortunately, I was not on duty last night and I didn''t see the scene."
What Yang Yingrong said is not confidential.
He was originally arranged by Shangguan to patrol in Dongcheng, but today he was temporarily transferred to Xicheng, and there was also a patrol mission.
After eating the noodles and half of the roasted lamb, Yang Yingrong patted his stomach and left.
Song Jin watched the person who was eating for free leave and muttered in a low voice: "Is the Yang family so poor?"
“It’s endless.”
Qin Qi said deliberately.
People should be cautious when speaking outside.
If Yang Yingrong heard it, he must tell him truthfully.
He is indeed poor, and his salary is everything. The pocket money given by his family was not enough for him to invite his colleagues to a restaurant for two meals.
Song Jin and Qin Qi finished the food. After paying the bill, he stood up and left.
Wait stayed away from the noodle stall.
I went to another tavern and made five kilograms of osmanthus wine.
Return to the pharmacy again.
Song Jin said to Song Jitao: "The Ding family is very suspicious, so let''s pay more attention."
“Yes, the young patriarch.”
Song Jitao responded respectfully.
Qin Qi, who was guarding the side, was very surprised.
No one knows what Song Jin did when she went out.
Apart from going to eat a bowl of noodles, meeting Yang Yingrong, and then going to the tavern to make a few kilograms of wine, he never made anything else. How did Song Jin determine that Ding’s noodle stall is suspicious?
Wait for the carriage to go home.
Qin Qi couldn''t help asking: "How did Madam see that Ding''s noodle stall is suspicious?"
"The father and son who set up the stall are suspicious. One has double eyelids and the other has a single eyelid, and his face and height are not similar. Of course, it can also be said that his son follows his mother."
Song Jin recalled the man''s expression at that time and said, "But when he was cutting mutton, he was very nervous when he saw the people in the Bingma Si and even the movements of cutting meat were messed up."
Just like a thief saw a soldier.
Why don’t you panic if you don’t do anything wrong?
Even if he quickly covered it up, Song Jin still discovered it, "That old man Ding, when Yang Yingrong mentioned the matter of Jinhai Hutong, he obviously wanted to hear it but pretended not to care. People who had no ghosts in their hearts didn''t need to pretend. If you want to hear it, listen openly. The market is the most inseparable gossip."
This reason is not very stable.
Song Jin believed in his intuition at that time.
That old man Ding just had a problem.
Who made him feel distorted? He was so old that he married a young girl as his second wife. What kind of person could such a person be?
Qin Qi did not refute.
If you think about it carefully, it is indeed quite suspicious.
Song Jin did not mention the family who opened the tavern because she went there and found no doubts.
"Madam, do you have to tell the young master these things?"
Qin Qi asked tentatively.
Song Jin said: "Your son''s yamen is enough for him to work hard. You can tell Uncle Hong or Uncle Li about this matter. They should know how to do it. As for me, I will also ask someone to check it to see if there is any gain."
Everyone has their own investigation channels.
Anyway, it won’t cost much.
At this time, Qin Chi was indeed as Song Jin said, and there was a big drama in the yamen.
At noon.
Qin Chi and his colleagues were chewing water and boiling white meat.
Mao Shaojie came to make trouble, "Qin Qi''an, why should I hand over what I have in my hands to Wen Shixuan?"
"I have no rules and despised my superiors, Mao Shisu, I can punish you with these two points." Qin Chi put down the bowls and chopsticks, sat upright on the chair and looked directly at Mao Shaojie. His eyes, which were as calm as a lake, now contained a sharp edge that was rare in the past.
Mao Shaojie''s heart tightened.
Soon he sneered again and said disapprovingly: "I have been an official for more than ten years. Do you really think I was scared? You must give me an explanation for this matter. If you deny it, I will sue you to Your Majesty and strive for justice."
"Okay, you sue."
Qin Chi was as stable as Mount Tai, and saw Mao Shaojie''s eyes full of mockery, "Before he went to the imperial court to sue me, Yan Zhangyuan asked you to see him first, and anyone who is dissatisfied can go and find him."
Mao Shaojie was stunned.
Just as he was trying to say something, a servant came over, "Mr. Mao, Lord. The Lord of the Courtyard asked the officials to come and invite you to come."
The disputes and movements in the hall were spread to the office room of the office of the Palm.
Mao Shaojie''s eyes were panicked.
He may have fought with Qin Chi because he knew no one would dare to help Qin Chi.
But I dare not argue with Yan Zhangyuan.
The more he left with the waiter, Mao Shaojie became more and more panicked.