Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

Chapter 499 A roundabout way to save the country and win glory for the nation!

Finally, Gao Yue had no choice but to grit her teeth and throw the secretly taken photos at her brother, Gao Cheng. Gao Cheng stared wide-eyed as he looked through them one by one, his face draining of color inch by inch. He muttered in a daze, "Impossible...this is impossible..." Finally, his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground, his eyes vacant.

Gao Yue was both heartbroken and angry. It took a lot of effort to help the person home, and the farce finally came to a temporary end.

On the other side, in the deputy captain's office of the Criminal Investigation Team of the Xicheng Branch.

Zhong Yuemin sat on the peeling wooden chair, looking around the office with great interest. The desks and chairs were old, the paint was peeling, the walls were mottled and yellowed, and there were water stains on the ceiling. It had a simple and unpretentious feel to it, which was completely different from his own office in Hong Kong or Beijing.

"Haiyang, you're supposed to be the deputy captain of the criminal investigation team, these conditions... are a bit too rudimentary, aren't they?" Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but complain.

Zhang Haiyang poured a cup of tea and handed it over, then plopped down in the chair opposite him. He habitually pulled out his cigarette case, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a smoke ring, saying:

"Be content. I'm just a deputy captain, not a bureau chief. Having my own private office is already a favor from the team. How can I compare to you, a big boss who makes a fortune every day?"

He flicked his cigarette ash and said self-deprecatingly.

"I'm not kidding you, if this keeps up, I won't even be able to afford the cheapest cigarettes anymore. I'll have to get a pipe and start smoking dry tobacco."

"Your branch office... is that poor?" Zhong Yuemin asked, somewhat incredulous.

"We're poor! Of course we're poor!"

Zhang Haiyang began to pour out his grievances.

"When we go out to investigate cases, we rely entirely on bicycles. It's not only time-consuming and laborious, but more importantly, it delays things. Imagine if we encounter an emergency; by the time we get to the scene, the criminals have already vanished without a trace."

"Regarding this operation to catch this fraud gang, our team members were on stakeouts and surveillance day and night, scouring the entire city. We even wore out two bicycles in the process. Seriously, I'm not bragging, if you asked me to enter a bicycle race now, I guarantee I'd place!"

Zhong Yuemin chuckled upon hearing this and took a sip of tea:

"Doesn't your branch office have a Jeep? Is it just for show?"

"Big brother!"

Zhang Haiyang had a bitter face.

"That's our precious car. It's the official vehicle of the bureau leaders. We're lucky if they lend it to us a few times in an emergency. Besides, if we use that car, we have to pay for the gas ourselves first, and then we can go through the reimbursement process. It won't be a month or two before we can get the money back. We only have this fixed salary, how can we afford to pay for it ourselves?"

Listening to Zhang Haiyang pour out his grievances, Zhong Yuemin asked with a smile:

"So what? Regretting becoming the deputy captain of the criminal investigation team?"

"That's not the case,"

Zhang Haiyang waved his hand, flicked off his cigarette ash, and his tone became more serious.

"The salary is low, but there's a lot of work to do. I'm exhausted, but it's fulfilling, and the work is meaningful. I'm quite satisfied."

Zhong Yuemin patted him on the shoulder:

"You were born to be a hard worker. You had enough fun and play in the first half of your life, so you have to pay off your debts and serve the people in the second half."

Zhang Haiyang smiled, then said seriously:

"Yuemin, take my advice. We're not getting any younger, we have families, and our kids are old enough to run errands. You... take it easy. What if one day you make a mistake because of a woman? Should I arrest you or not? How embarrassing!"

He knows Yuemin well; he's just a womanizer.

"piss off!"

Zhong Yuemin said irritably, "It's not what you think. You don't need to worry about my affairs, Deputy Captain Zhang."

After sitting for a while, Zhong Yuemin got up to leave, but as he reached the door, he remembered something and turned back to say:

"By the way, Haiyang, Yuan Jun is back from abroad. I'm going to organize a get-together this Saturday. No matter how busy you are, you have to make time for me, understand?"

"Okay, no problem!"

Upon hearing about the dinner invitation, Zhang Haiyang became eager to participate.

"Since you're treating, I might as well treat my neglected stomach. I'll definitely be there!"

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On Saturday night, the atmosphere was lively in a private room of a hotel.

Zhong Yuemin and Zhou Xiaobai, Zheng Tong and Jiang Biyun, Luo Jianguo and Yang Wanqing, Zhang Haiyang, and Yuan Jun, who had just returned from abroad, were all present.

Yuan Jun was dressed in a crisp military officer's uniform, looking spirited and exuding an air of authority and competence. He really did look quite the part.

Zheng Tong looked him over and joked:

"Yuan Jun, you're doing well. Now you're a representative of our country's image. When you're out in the world, you can't embarrass us. Don't be like before, pulling out a brick from your bag and yelling at the slightest disagreement."

"Damn it, you little brat, if you keep acting tough, I'll smash you in with a brick!"

He imitated the tough talk that old gangsters used to say before a fight, making everyone at the table laugh.

Jiang Biyun slapped her husband in annoyance:

"Can't you be serious for once? If your school leaders see this, they'll definitely discipline you!"

Zhou Xiaobai also chimed in with a smile:

“Biyun, don’t talk about him. Yuemin, Zheng Tong, Yuan Jun, weren’t they all like this in the past? My little girl has been taught by her father to be very clever now, like a little adult. You can’t fool her.”

Zhang Haiyang took a swig of beer and said to Yuan Jun:

"Yuan Jun, you're really something! You've traveled all over the world and have such a wide range of knowledge. You must be living a really comfortable life. Unlike me, I'm born to work hard and I'm always up all day long."

"Sigh...don't even mention it!"

Yuan Jun waved his hand, his smile fading slightly, revealing a hint of regret and helplessness.

“Brothers, don’t just look at my glamorous appearance. When I’m out in the world, dealing with those foreign devils on behalf of the country, I’ve suffered a lot of humiliation. Now I truly understand what it means to have ‘no diplomacy for a weak country.’”

He put down his wine glass, his tone becoming more serious:

"Those foreign devils from Europe and America, many of them are so arrogant. When we meet them, their nostrils practically stick up to the sky, and their eyes are full of disdain, as if we owe them a million dollars."

It was incredibly frustrating at the negotiating table!

Honestly, sometimes it makes me so angry... If I had a brick in my hand, I'd really want to just throw it at them without thinking, and show them how much they look down on us!

After listening to Yuan Jun's complaints, Zhong Yuemin picked up his wine glass and clinked it against his, a mischievous smile on his face, and teased:

“Yuan Jun, your idea won’t work. Force can’t solve the fundamental problem; that’s just reckless behavior.”

But then she changed the subject, winking at him.

"If you're so capable, why don't you go out and pick up a foreign girl, bring her home, lock her up behind closed doors, and give her a good 'battle'? Let her see how 'powerful' Chinese men are, and see if she'll dare to look down on us again! That's a way to... save the country indirectly and bring glory to the nation!"