RNP Chapter 27: On the other hand, Gandhi's side was in dire straits.
Chapter 27: On the other hand, Gandhi's side was in dire straits.
"Oh?"
Shen Shaofeng's eyes lit up; this was like someone offering him a pillow when he was sleepy.
Guohua, that guy, was caught red-handed by Ni Yongxiao 4 years ago, and he's still so high-profile now. Is this true love?
"They met at least twice in the past five days. Once was for afternoon tea, and the other time was at an apartment under Guohua's name, where Gandhi's wife stayed for two or three hours before leaving. We also took photos of the salon."
After Lin Yongtai finished speaking, he gave Shen Shaofeng a strange look and handed him a set of photos.
The photo was taken from a distance using a telephoto lens.
The first photo is taken at the Peninsula Hotel's coffee shop. Guohua is wearing a floral shirt and sunglasses, sitting by the window. Opposite him is a woman dressed in a flamboyant style, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, her profile turned towards the camera, but you can tell she is Gandhi's wife. The two are chatting and laughing.
The second photo shows the lobby of a high-end apartment building. Guohua is seen walking in with his arm around a woman's waist; the woman has her head down. The timestamp shows 3:20 PM.
In the third and fourth photos, at the same apartment building, a woman dressed similarly to the one Gandhi had been seen with earlier walks out of the apartment building alone.
This time, a frontal shot was taken. Although she was wearing a scarf and sunglasses, it was still vaguely recognizable that she was Gandhi's wife.
She walked quickly to a taxi parked by the roadside, got in, and drove away. The timestamps showed 6:15 PM and 6:17 PM respectively.
Shen Shaofeng flipped through the photos one by one, shaking his head with a smile: "Guohua is quite particular. He even managed to seduce his sister-in-law with such flair, having afternoon tea at the Peninsula Hotel."
Lin Yongtai shrugged: "Shen Sir, I really don't understand. With so many establishments under his control, what kind of young and beautiful women couldn't Guohua find? Gandhi's wife, well... let's just say she's decent-looking and has all her limbs intact. It's not worth taking such a big risk. If Gandhi found out, someone would die!"
"Atai, you don't understand. It's not about stealing people, it's about the thrill. Sometimes, rich people play around much more than you can imagine."
Shen Shaofeng winked at Lin Yongtai.
Lin Yongtai shook his head: "I don't understand. If it were me, I would definitely find someone young and pretty."
Shen Shaofeng laughed: "So you're an honest man, while Guohua is a pervert. Okay, let's get to the point."
He stopped smiling and said seriously, "I need Gandhi to see these photos, but he can't find out that they were taken by our police. What are your thoughts?"
"Indeed, Gandhi, a seasoned veteran, was extremely suspicious. Let me think..."
Lin Yongtai pondered for a moment, then spoke:
"How about this? Gandhi and his friends like to have hot pot at Hongfu Hot Pot. I'll secretly find an informant..."
After listening to Lin Yongtai's plan, Shen Shaofeng went through it in his mind and felt that there was nothing wrong with it.
"Atai, as long as you make sure this informant keeps quiet, you can go ahead and do it. I'll take care of the rest."
"Understood, Inspector Shen. I will handle this carefully."
Lin Yongtai responded, and then reported on the movements of the other leaders, saying that there had been no progress for the time being.
After listening to the report, Shen Shaofeng fiddled with a lighter in his hand—"click, click."
Li Wenbin, that boss, really takes good care of me.
Throughout B1-2, apart from the rookie policewoman Peng Yingqi, all the other staff members are experienced. As long as I, as the commander, give the orders, their execution will be perfectly fine.
"Atai, let's leave it at that for now. Guohua, you just need to light this fire with Gandhi. After that, let Acong and the others focus on Han Chen and his wife Mary."
He didn't give a specific reason, and although Lin Yongtai was a little curious, he didn't ask.
"Understood, Officer Shen."
Shen Shaofeng glanced at his watch, stood up, put his arm around Lin Yongtai's shoulder, and they walked out of the office together.
"Hey everyone, you've all worked so hard these past few days. It's a little past three, let's go down to the restaurant for dim sum!"
Upon hearing this, Peng Yingqi and the other oxen and horses, who were working diligently, immediately dropped what they were doing and cheered in unison.
"Thank you, Inspector Shen!"
"You're welcome. By the way, call Ah Cong and the others, and tell the brothers on the front lines not to neglect their stomachs, and come back to me to sign the bill."
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On the other hand, while Shen Shaofeng and his team were having a great time, whether on the front lines or at the O-Division headquarters, Gandhi's side was in a terrible state.
That night, after finishing his work, he took a few of his underlings to Hongfu Hot Pot.
"Brother Gandhi, pfft...you're here! Brother Wenzheng is already here. Please come in, the charcoal stove will be ready soon."
The hot pot restaurant owner greeted Gandhi warmly.
Gandhi told his men to wait at the door, then went into the hot pot restaurant and greeted Wen Zheng.
He noticed that everyone along the way, from the boss to the employees, and even Wen Zheng's henchmen outside the door, were looking at him with a strange gaze.
When Wen Zheng saw Gandhi enter, he pulled out a chair and said, "Come and sit down."
"Hey, what are those people outside doing? They all act like deadbeats."
Gandhi frowned and poured himself a glass of beer.
Wen Zheng was rinsing the fat cow without raising his head: "You are so irritable, let's eat first."
Gandhi gulped down a mouthful of liquor: "Wen Zheng, do you think I'm new to this? Tell me, what's the matter?"
Wen Zheng put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and looked at Gandhi with a half-smile.
"Gandhi, there are some things I don't know whether I should say or not."
"Don't keep me in suspense!"
"There are rumors going around that Guohua and your wife have been getting quite close lately."
Gandhi's face darkened: "What did you say?"
"Someone said they saw them entering and leaving a hotel together..."
"Of course, it could be a misunderstanding. Even if Guohua is a complete failure, he wouldn't sleep with his brother's wife, right?"
Wen Zheng said in a sarcastic tone.
"Who said that?"
Wen Zheng cooked another piece of tripe: "I don't know. I heard it as soon as I arrived at Hung Fook. You know, Tsim Sha Tsui is so small, any little thing goes around in a flash."
"Who told you that?"
"Boss Hongfu, why don't you ask him?"
Gandhi suddenly stood up, and the mahogany chair fell to the ground with a thud.
"Boss! Get over here!"
The boss approached timidly: "Gandhi, Brother Gandhi..."
"Speak! What did you hear?"
The boss was so frightened his legs went weak: "Brother Gandhi, it's not my fault, I just found it by chance in the kitchen..."
He was already starting to regret speaking up; gossip about these underworld bigwigs was never so easy to digest.
"What did you find?"
The boss nervously wiped his greasy hands and pulled a few photos out of his pocket...
Upon seeing these photos, Gandhi's eyes instantly welled up with tears!
He remembered that his wife had been saying she was going to play mahjong these past few days and wouldn't come home until very late.
I remember the smug look on Guohua's face when he saw him recently.
He even recalled that, starting several years ago, every time Guohua said he was going to Macau for business, his wife would "coincidentally" say she was going shopping with her friends...
"I'll fuck his mother! I'm going to kill that bastard Guohua!"
Gandhi kicked the table over, spilling hot pot broth all over the floor.