Hong Kong variety show: I'm actually the villain Kwan Cho!

Chapter 92 reminds Chen Yongren

In Li Xin'er's office on Hong Kong Island, Chen Yongren woke up from his recliner, rubbed his eyes, glanced at his watch—4 PM.

45 minutes.

Chen Yongren grabbed a glass of water from the table next to him and drank it all in one gulp. After stretching, he picked up his clothes and shoes and walked to Li Xin'er's desk: "Wow, this chair of yours is absolutely fantastic!"

Li Xin'er looked at Chen Yongren with a smile: "Then you should buy one to take home, so you don't have to sleep here every time!"

"Is this more comfortable for you?" Chen Yongren said, placing his clothes on the chair and sitting down. "Don't be so stingy!"

While putting on his shoes, he said, "For the past four months, if I hadn't come up here to sleep every week, where would you have had time to play games!"

Li Xin'er put down the mouse and looked at Chen Yongren: "It's five months!" She opened the folder on the table: "There's one more month until your compulsory treatment is over. Then you can go home and sleep at your leisure!" She then started writing and drawing on the file.

Chen Yongren looked at Li Xin'er in surprise: "It's over so quickly? But I feel like I haven't made any progress. Why don't you write a report so I can have more treatment?" He then put on the remaining shoe: "Oh, by the way, lately my head feels like it's going to split open. Could it be schizophrenia?"

Li Xin'er picked up the pen in her hand: "This is called a headache. I'll prescribe some painkillers for you!"

Chen Yongren placed his hands on the table, looked at Li Xin'er, sighed, and fidgeted before finally stopping. "Actually, there's something I've wanted to ask you for a long time, but I've felt a little embarrassed. What do you think of me?"

After hearing Chen Yongren's words, Li Xin'er slowly raised her head and looked at Chen Yongren.

Chen Yongren continued, "So, do you think I'm a good person or a bad person?"

Li Xin'er tilted her head slightly: "I don't even know who you are!"

Chen Yongren smiled and leaned forward: "Let me tell you a secret! I'm actually a policeman!"

Li Xin'er was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "Me too!"

The two looked at each other and burst out laughing!

Li Xin'er lowered her head again and continued filling out the treatment record on the document: "Continue next week! Remember your dream!"

As Chen Yongren put on his coat, he said, "I remember, I dreamt about you!" Then he stood up.

Li Xin'er smiled and handed Chen Yongren a prescription she had just written: "See you next week!"

Chen Yongren took the prescription and exclaimed, "It really only contains painkillers!"

Li Xin'er smiled but didn't reply.

Chen Yongren shrugged: "See you next week!" and then left with a grin.

After leaving Li Xin'er's office, Chen Yongren did not take the elevator downstairs as usual, but instead went into the stairwell next door and headed straight for the rooftop terrace.

A few minutes later, Chen Yongren appeared on the rooftop of the building, looked around, but didn't see anyone.

He found a corner, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and had just taken a puff when he heard a voice: "Ren-ge, judging from your smug smile, you're not really dating your psychologist, are you?"

Chen Yongren slowly exhaled a puff of smoke: "It's none of your business!"

Guan Zu curled his lip: "You're such a grown man, it's just finding a woman, why are you so shy?"

Chen Yongren glared at Guan Zu, who shrugged. "Alright, let's get down to business. Han Chen lost tens of millions, and there's been no news about it these past two days?"

Chen Yongren's smile gradually faded: "Yes, of course he did. He said he wanted to buy Mandatory Provident Fund (MPF) for us underlings and told us to go back and fill out forms. Have you ever seen a triad boss buy MPF for his underlings? It's obvious he's trying to find an undercover agent!"

Guan Zu touched his nose: "He probably collected your information and gave it to his mole in the police force, so that the mole could search within the police system."

Don't worry, your file has long been deleted from the police internal network and can't be found at all.

I'll mark this document when I get back and see who ends up with it!

Chen Yongren turned to look at Guan Zu: "That's it? You don't need any intelligence?"

Guan Zu looked at Chen Yongren suspiciously, then suddenly laughed: "Brother Ren, are you feeling a bit off? I'm not like your Inspector Huang, who doesn't care about the lives of undercover agents and is only focused on catching Han Chen! Has he contacted you?"

Chen Yongren sighed: "Yes, he's getting a little anxious. He called me to ask to meet, wanting to know Han Chen's next move. I told him I wouldn't meet him until we've caught the mole in the police force."

Guan Zu nodded: "It's best if you think that way. But I advise you not to meet with Huang Zhicheng anytime soon!"

Chen Yongren took another drag of his cigarette: "I want to know who the mole is!"

Guan Zu saw that Chen Yongren didn't take his warning seriously and didn't investigate further, since it wasn't him who was going to die anyway!

Turning to look into the distance, he said, "That's easy. Tonight, we'll see who Han Chen gives your Mandatory Provident Fund (MPF) information to—that's the mole!"

Chen Yongren nodded: "Okay, I'll go with Han Chen tonight to take a look!"

Guan Zu rubbed his temples: "No, when Han Chen comes out of your place, tell me and I'll go follow him. These are extraordinary times, you should be careful!"

Chen Yongren turned to stare at Guan Zu, and after a long while, slowly said, "Thank you!"

Guan Zu reached out and patted Chen Yongren on the shoulder: "Brother Ren, not everyone is like Huang Zhicheng, who only cares about solving cases and doesn't care about the lives of undercover agents. Think about it carefully!"

After saying that, he made a phone call gesture, turned around and walked away. After a few steps, he turned back to look at Chen Yongren: "Brother Ren, how many years have you been following Han Chen!"

Chen Yongren paused for a moment, then subconsciously replied, "A little over three years, less than four years. What's wrong?"

Guan Zu chuckled: "Go back and ask Sha Qiang this question, see how he answers! I'm leaving! Oh, right!" With that, he reached into his pocket and magically pulled out the European-imported audio cable from his storage space, tossing it to Chen Yongren: "You borrowed it, you have to return it!" After saying that, he turned and left.

Chen Yongren glanced at the audio cable in his hand, then looked up at Guan Zu as he walked away, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

After a while, Chen Yongren came to his senses and went downstairs in another direction.

When Chen Yongren returned to Han Chen's place in Tsim Sha Tsui, he saw Silly Qiang and a group of his underlings filling out forms as soon as he entered.

When Sha Qiang saw Chen Yongren return, he quickly greeted him, "Brother Ren, come over here! The boss wants us to fill out some personal information, saying it's for buying something called Mandatory Provident Fund (MPF)!"

Chen Yongren picked up a piece of paper from the table and glanced at it casually.

Sha Qiang held up the paper in his hand and brought it close to Chen Yongren: "What should I fill in for my occupation?"

Chen Yongren glanced at the paper: "Fill in 'bodyguard,' or 'gangster'? Isn't that how it's always been?"

"Really?" Sha Qiang muttered, put the paper back on the table, picked up the pen, and continued filling in the paper. Chen Yongren glanced at Sha Qiang's handwriting, suddenly remembered Guan Zu's words, and said, "You're such a grown man, and you can't even write the character for 'bodyguard'!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a file folder from the table, wrote the character for "gold" on it, paused for a moment, then crossed out the "gold" radical and wrote the character for "mark" instead: "Look, it's this one, the 'mark' in 'bodyguard,' and the 'mark' with the 'wood' radical!"

From the moment he met Chen Yongren, Sha Qiang never doubted Chen Yongren's words, and naively replied, "Oh, I see, I understand, it's the wood radical!"

After everyone finished writing their information, Chen Yongren watched as Sha Qiang stuffed all the information into the file folder he had just written on, and then handed the folder to Han Chen.

Han Chen had just come out of the bar when Guan Zu walked over from another direction, trailing far behind Han Chen.

In a movie theater in Mong Kok at night.

Han Chen, carrying a file bag, sauntered to the second row, bent down, tossed the file bag behind him, and sat down.

Liu Jianming, sitting in the back row, picked up the file bag from the ground, sat down, and without watching the movie, took out the documents from the file bag and started reading them page by page.

Han Chen stared at the large screen: "We'll be getting the goods next week!"

Liu Jianming remained expressionless, continuing to flip through the documents page by page: "Things are getting tense lately!"

Han Chen remained in the same position: "You do your thing, don't worry about me!"

Liu Jianming maintained his previous posture: "We're investigating an internal mole right now, I can't help you!"

Han Chen frowned: "So you weren't worried about me, you were worried about yourself, Officer Liu!"

Hearing Han Chen's clearly angry tone, Liu Jianming glanced at Han Chen, who, with his eyes fixed on the big screen, casually remarked, "This woman is really ugly!"

Liu Jianming immediately understood that Han Chen was using a woman to threaten him. After a moment of silence, he chose to compromise: "I'll get it sorted out for you as soon as possible!"

Upon hearing Liu Jianming's reply, Han Chen got up and left the movie theater!

Liu Jianming sat for a few more minutes, then stuffed the documents back into the file bag, picked up the bag, tapped his leg, and walked out step by step.

After the two left, Guan Zu stood up from behind, walked behind the seat where Han Chen had just been sitting, took out a recorder from under the chair, weighed it in his hand, and smiled slightly: "Now we have evidence, saving us the trouble of searching through Han Chen's drawers."

Chen Yongren stayed in the bar all night because Guan Zu had helped him follow someone. When Han Chen came back and saw everyone there, he seemed lost in thought and returned to his office without saying a word.