Anti-gang campaign: Female bureau chief

After sending it, she added:

"Before that, replace all the people in Zhao Biao's cell in the detention center with our people. I want to make sure that no one has spoken to him before the interrogation."

Lu Zheng replied instantly: "Understood."

At 7:00 AM sharp, Jiang Ruolan entered the office area of ​​the Criminal Investigation Detachment.

All the police officers from the Second Brigade have arrived, and there are a few more than yesterday—several veteran criminal investigators who had previously taken sick leave have returned to work after hearing about the new director's style of work.

She glanced at the group of people and silently memorized each face.

"Today's work schedule." Without beating around the bush, she began to give instructions.

"One team followed Lu Zheng and continued to investigate the driver who caused the accident involving Chen Kexin. Although the van was burned, the location of the fire itself was a clue—the abandoned brick kiln in the west of the city, which no one usually went to. Choosing that place to burn the van shows that the perpetrator was very familiar with the terrain of Yi'an."

Go through all the individuals in the western part of the city with prior convictions for theft, robbery, or traffic accidents, with a focus on those who suddenly left Yi'an after the crime.

"The second team went to investigate the backgrounds of the six people who fought at the entrance of Fengmao Logistics. As I said yesterday, their testimonies are consistent, but no matter how consistent their testimonies are, the backgrounds of the six people cannot be exactly the same."

There must be one person among them responsible for 'setting the pace'—that is, the key figure Shen Wangshan placed inside to ensure consistent testimonies. Find this person and break into them separately.

"The three teams stayed behind to reorganize and archive all the old case files involving Fengmao, arranging them chronologically, with each file clearly labeled."

I need to see a complete chronology of the Fengmao cases within three days.

Once everything was set up, everyone got to work. No one asked questions, no one complained; the only sounds in the office were the turning of papers and the tapping of keyboards.

Jiang Ruolan stood at the door for a while, then turned and walked towards the elevator.

8:30 a.m., Yian City No. 1 Detention Center.

The interrogation room lights hummed with electricity, casting a pale white light on the gray-green walls, making everyone's faces appear bluish.

Jiang Ruolan sat behind the interrogation table, a glass of still water in front of her. Lu Zheng sat next to her, and Zhao Biao, who had just been brought in, sat opposite her.

Zhao Biao was wearing the detention center's blue vest, his hair was shaved short, and he hadn't shaved his beard. He looked much more behaving than when he smashed up shops on the street three days ago.

But there was no fear in his eyes, only a nonchalant indifference. He sat down in the chair, crossed his legs, and tilted his head to look at Jiang Ruolan.

"Oh, the female bureau chief is personally interrogating me? I've really got a lot of influence." Zhao Biao grinned, revealing a gold tooth.

Jiang Ruolan ignored his playful grin, opened the folder in front of her, and spoke in a calm tone as if she were reading a menu:

Zhao Biao, male, 34 years old, nicknamed "Biaozi", is the legal representative of Yi'an Chengdong Demolition Company. In 2014, he was sentenced to two years in prison with a three-year suspended sentence for intentional injury. In 2017, he was administratively detained for 15 days for provoking trouble.

Since 2019, a total of eleven cases involving various public security and criminal matters have been handled. Nine of these were settled through mediation, while two were not filed due to insufficient evidence. Am I correct in what I've said?

Zhao Biao's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly regained his nonchalant expression.

"Director Jiang, you've done your homework quite thoroughly. But what you're talking about are all old, stale matters. Those who should be sentenced have been sentenced, and those who should be detained have been detained. I, Zhao Biao, have made mistakes, but I've admitted them. The law has given me a chance, and now I'm a legitimate businessman, a person who does business properly."

"Do business legitimately." Jiang Ruolan repeated, pulling a piece of paper from the folder.

"Then explain to me that the demolition company under your name has a registered capital of 500,000 yuan, and the total amount of demolition projects it has undertaken in the past three years exceeds 180 million yuan."

All of these projects came from Fengmao Real Estate, and the contracts were all signed three to five days earlier than when Fengmao Real Estate acquired the projects.

In other words, Fengmao Real Estate had already contracted out the demolition and relocation business to you before even acquiring the project. Can a legitimate businessman explain why this is happening?

Zhao Biao's expression changed. His right leg trembled involuntarily, though he quickly regained control, Jiang Ruolan noticed.

"What's so strange about that? I've been working with Fengmao for many years. They trust my abilities and signed a letter of intent with me in advance, which is very common in the construction industry—"

"Common ones?" Jiang Ruolan interrupted him, pulling out another piece of paper.

"Then explain this again—your demolition company has employed a total of 47 people in the past three years, 39 of whom have criminal records, including intentional injury, disorderly conduct, forced transactions, and illegal detention."

Is your company a demolition company or a gangster hideout?

Zhao Biao's legs stopped shaking. His face darkened, and a hint of wariness finally appeared in his usually carefree eyes.

He lowered his leg, which had been crossed over his shoulder, and leaned forward slightly.

"Director Jiang, what do you mean by that? My employees are there to do the work. They may have made mistakes in the past, but as long as they've reformed, the law will give them a way out. What makes you use that as an excuse?"

"I didn't bring that up." Jiang Ruolan closed the folder, placed her hands on the table, looked Zhao Biao in the eye, and spoke calmly.

"Zhao Biao, I'm not here to discuss whether your employees have criminal records. I'm here to give you a chance."

Zhao Biao squinted his eyes:

"What opportunity?"

"You've been following Shen Wangshan since you were fifteen, right?"

Jiang Ruolan spoke softly, as if chatting casually, but Zhao Biao's pupils visibly contracted when he heard the name "Shen Wangshan".

"I don't know what you're talking about. My business relationship with Fengmao is legitimate. Chairman Shen is a well-known entrepreneur and member of the CPPCC in Yi'an, while I'm just someone who runs a demolition company—"

"In 1998, during the renovation of the shantytown in the east of the city, Shen Wangshan got his first demolition project. You were sixteen years old that year, and Shen Wangshan asked you to 'persuade' a holdout. How did you persuade him?"

You tied someone's son to a chair and broke his fingers one by one in front of him. Later, that holdout family moved away, not even daring to ask for the demolition compensation.

Jiang Ruolan's tone remained calm, but every word felt like a knife piercing Zhao Biao's ears.

"Have you forgotten about this?"

Zhao Biao's expression changed completely. His hands unconsciously gripped the armrests of the chair, his knuckles turning white from the force.

The fact that someone had dug up an old story from more than 20 years ago, and that the details were even more accurate than he remembered, made him feel chilled to the bone.

"Where...where did you hear that from?"

"The boy whose fingers were broken is now in his thirties, and three fingers on his left hand still cannot bend. He has been working in other places and dares not return to Yi'an. But he has never forgotten your face."

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