nycdaug Chapter 112 After meeting me, do you still dare not confess?
Chapter 112 After meeting me, do you still dare not confess?
The sirens blared and the police lights flashed.
Fan Jian, dragged downstairs, looked ashen-faced.
He didn't care about the pointing fingers or the laughter of passersby.
He kept repeating two words: "It's over."
They didn't get their phone back, and they couldn't make a call for help.
They were caught red-handed again, the whole thing was filmed, and they couldn't deny it.
Just before leaving the house, he couldn't hold back his temper and spat all over Chengdu's face.
Without anyone's help, I'm definitely going to be detained this time!
In Dongjingzhou, Han, he was detained for a full twenty days!
I reckon I'll be dismissed before I even get out of here.
From now on, Director Fan will no longer be someone many people fawn over!
If this gets reported in the news, I'll become like Fan Mou.
Looking back on this morning, I led my team to Jingzhou.
They led a large group to conduct a surprise inspection of Huilong Group, displaying great power and prestige.
He was still at Huilong Electronics, arrogantly threatening Zhao Xiaohui that she had to hand over the list of investors.
They relied on Zhong Zhengguo, who held a higher position, as their backer.
They completely disregarded the children of Zhao Lichun, the top official in Handong!
But now...
He was dragged downstairs like a death row inmate.
He was handcuffed behind his back, dragged into a police car, and taken to administrative detention.
From being arrogant and disdainful of others when in power, to being utterly despondent and filled with remorse.
In less than a day.
The thought that after his release from detention, he would have no power and would never be admired again filled him with dread.
Fan Jian immediately lost his composure.
"I was wrong!"
"I was wrong!"
"Please, please give me a chance!"
“I got divorced last year. I have to give my child living expenses every month, and I also have an elderly mother to support.”
"I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. I shouldn't have come to solicit prostitutes, and I shouldn't have spat on your bureau chief."
"Fine me whatever you want, any amount you want, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, I'm willing to pay, please let me go, please!"
As she got into the car with her bag, she turned to look at the back seat.
Seeing Fan Jian trapped in the middle, unable to move, he wept and begged for mercy.
"What did you just say? You're willing to give away hundreds of thousands?"
"I'm willing, of course I'm willing! As long as you let me off the hook, I can get someone to send me the money right away!"
Fan Jian, who only wanted to escape danger, didn't care about anything else.
He doesn't even consider safety, given his position and rank.
A deposit of several hundred thousand yuan clearly exceeds normal, legal income.
They could just charge him with possessing a huge amount of unexplained wealth!
"Asking someone to send money? Who? Is it a relative, friend, or someone else?"
Du Cheng asked in a very serious tone.
This isn't his first day working.
Of course I know. Someone like Fan Jian must have powerful connections to rise so quickly.
Moreover, if he can't even control his lower body, how could he possibly refrain from corruption?
So why not take this opportunity to dig out more clues?
"Friend, it's my friend who sent the money."
"If you're willing to let me go, I'll make him pay a million!"
"As for how to divide it, Director Cheng, you can arrange it yourself, how about that?"
Fan Jian wore a fawning smile, a smile tinged with tears.
At this moment, all he wanted was to be released.
I'm willing to pay any amount of money as long as I can keep my job and avoid being detained.
And Du Cheng asked with a smile, quite intrigued:
"What kind of friend is so generous?"
"One million? That's no small sum."
"In Jingzhou, that's enough to buy two fully furnished three-bedroom apartments!"
"Besides, it's already dark, and the banks are closed. Are you sure he can transfer a million?"
Fan Jian quickly replied, "Sure, of course! Just go to a few more bank branches and use ATMs to transfer the money, isn't that easy?"
Cheng Du pressed further, "With such a powerful friend, you must have quite a bit of money yourself, right?"
Upon hearing this, Fan Jian felt an immense sense of hope.
“I almost forgot if you hadn’t mentioned it. I have a bank card in my handbag with over 300,000 yuan in it.”
"Besides, I used someone else's ID to open this card. As long as I tell you the PIN, you can withdraw money from it at will."
Cheng Du asked, feigning curiosity:
Why did you use someone else's ID to open a bank account?
"Of course, it's for safety!"
Fan Jian smiled through his tears and said, "Have you forgotten that I work in foreign exchange regulation?"
"How could I possibly have a lot of money in a bank account under my own name?"
"If we get caught, we won't be able to defend ourselves no matter what we say."
Du nodded slightly.
"That makes sense, but are you already arrested?"
"I……"
Seeing Cheng Du's sinister smile, Fan Jian suddenly woke up.
Suddenly I realized.
I really had a mental lapse just now, I panicked and made a stupid mistake.
He only thought about spending money to save his life and keep his job.
Everyone's forgotten that this guy in front of them was sent by the Zhao family!
Their raid tonight was specifically aimed at them.
Huilong Group can attract over 10 billion US dollars in foreign investment.
Would they still care about their mere hundred thousand or so?
Moreover, judging from his current condition, he is still very young.
He's already a deputy director at such a young age; he'll definitely continue to rise in the future.
If you really love money, you don't need to crack down on prostitution or gambling; you'll have plenty of money to give as tribute.
As long as you have power, making money is the easiest thing to do.
So...would he care about this small bribe?
They were just taking advantage of my confusion to get information out of me!
"You bastard, you..."
Fan Jian struggled to get up, but was immediately pressed down tightly.
Before he could even utter a curse, he immediately shut up when he saw the stun gun in Cheng Du's hand.
He had just experienced firsthand how unpleasant it felt to be electrocuted.
After catching his breath a few times, Fan Jian said in a deep voice:
"I've been caught off guard today, I admit defeat, I'll take the consequences, I'll accept detention and fines!"
"But before I am formally detained, as a public official, I have the right to request that my work unit be notified, right?"
Cheng Du laughed and said, "Of course, but not now."
"When was that?" Fan Jian asked anxiously.
"Of course, after you finish giving your statement and before you are formally detained, we will provide you with a landline so you can call whoever you want!"
"Why can't I use my phone to call now? Where is my phone?"
Fan Jian was furious, his face flushed red.
"Your phone and other personal belongings will be returned to you intact upon the completion of your detention period, so you can rest assured about that!"
After saying that, Cheng Du took out an evidence bag from his handbag.
Fan Jian's cell phone, wallet, and handbag were all packed in the bag.
"That's a classified phone of mine. If you dare touch it, you're dead!"
Du Cheng chuckled.
I thought to myself, if you don't tell me, I'm not interested at all.
If you want a phone so badly, it must contain a lot of good stuff.
ten minutes later.
Fan Jian was taken to the Guangming District Public Security Bureau and locked in the interrogation room.
Sitting on a cold chair, with his hands and feet handcuffed.
Although it was the first time Fan Jian had been detained and interrogated, he still felt something was wrong.
All I did was visit a prostitute, did I really have to make such a fuss?
"Why are you handcuffing and shackled me? I'm not a serious criminal!"
Cheng Du pulled over a chair, sat down, and turned on the desk lamp.
A pure white light shone down instantly.
Fan Jian instinctively wanted to raise his hand to stop him.
But they found their hands were handcuffed and they couldn't move at all.
"What are you doing? Don't shine that light on me, it's making my eyes go blind!"
"Oh, is it so?"
The angle was slightly lowered.
Although the light was no longer shining directly into Fan Jian's eyes, it still made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.
"Weren't you going to detain me? Why are you keeping me locked up here?"
"Hurry up and fine them if necessary, detain them if necessary. Don't treat me like a criminal. I broke the law, but I haven't committed a crime yet!"
As someone working within the system, Fan Jian still possesses basic legal knowledge.
He even knew that administrative detention would not be recorded in his personnel file and would not affect his children's eligibility for civil service or military service.
However, it's clear that he can't keep his public office.
Having committed such a grave mistake, even Zhong Shuji's intervention couldn't save him.
But now that things have come to this, it doesn't matter if we can't save it.
Anyway, I've made a lot of money over the years, so I can live comfortably every day.
however……
His little scheme couldn't possibly escape Cheng Du's notice.
Simply detaining and fining Fan Jian is clearly far from enough.
To gain Young Master Zhao's praise...
Of course, we need to continue digging deeper and get more juicy information from Fan Jian.
"Once you're here, whether you've committed a crime or not is not for you to decide."
Cheng Du unscrewed the thermos and gently blew on it.
Another officer immediately began questioning.
"Name?"
"Fan Jian!"
"Where are you from?"
"A native of Yanjing (Beijing)."
……
Time passes slowly.
Fan Jian's worries indeed came true.
With his hands and feet cuffed, the questions he asked were naturally not as simple as asking about soliciting prostitution.
Cheng Du played the recording in the car of Fan Jian trying to bribe the police officers with one million yuan.
We need to get him to explain which friend would spend such a huge sum of money to help get someone out of trouble.
They even took the bank cards out of his wallet.
When asked why he used someone else's identity to open an account, he...
Where did the more than 300,000 yuan in the bank card come from?
The interrogation process never mentioned Huilong Group and was always based on reason and evidence.
Even Fan Jian couldn't scold him; he was a lackey of Huilong Group, helping the Zhao family to retaliate against him.
At this point.
Fan Jian, of course, wished he could slap himself a few times.
Why am I so sexually driven tonight?
Why would someone who's already in a police car still want to pay money to avoid trouble?
This is terrible.
Being detained and fined has become an extremely unrealistic dream.
Even if you don't confess anything.
The bank card that was found in my wallet was enough to get me into serious trouble.
Because the legal standard for defining a huge amount is not high.
A sum between 200,000 and 3 million is considered a large amount.
Therefore, with over 300,000 yuan, if he is charged with possessing a huge amount of property of unknown origin, he should be sentenced to at least one or two years in prison.
however……
Fan Jian clearly underestimated the severity of the situation.
He thought that by being vague and not confessing, he could get through it.
But what kind of person is Dudu?
If you don't confess, you won't get any sleep or exposure to bright light tonight.
He should experience every kind of excruciating yet subtle form of torture.
only……
Who is Fan Jian?
A sycophant who climbs the social ladder by currying favor with the powerful.
If he had a strong enough will, he would never have gone for health care while on a business trip.
Moreover, very few people can withstand torture.
Moreover, he's a scoundrel who's used to eating, drinking, and indulging in pleasure.
In less than an hour, Fan Jian confessed everything.
He couldn't even stand being held on tiptoe with his hands cuffed and exposed to cold wind and bright light.
But this kind of 'standing punishment' is actually just child's play.
Things like using books as pads to beat chests, scraping ribs with sticks, picking oil off the soles of feet, using hair and tea, and buzzers, etc.
These more intense methods haven't even reached that level yet.
Overwhelmed with pain, Fan Jian honestly confessed to all his crimes.
He also explained that it was Zhong Zhengguo's secretary, Chen, who had sent him to Jingzhou to investigate Huilong Group.
As for why it's necessary to obtain the list of investors and clarify the source of funds...
Tears and snot streamed down his face as he cried out that he didn't know what was going on.
After being put down.
Where was Fan Jian's arrogant and domineering demeanor now?
He collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
If he doesn't let go soon, he's even considering making up some charges to get a confession.
I used to think that being forced to confess was nothing to be afraid of.
Even though it's just standing as punishment, I already know it won't last.
But for now, I'm relieved.
But if he confesses to so many things, not only will he be finished, but he will also implicate many other people.
He closed his eyes in anguish, collapsed to the ground, and wept uncontrollably…