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It seems that this so-called Queen is still highly suspicious. Generally, someone as high-profile as her wouldn't be hard to find. Sure enough, after consulting with the Boss who had been attacked at the nightclub, we learned the basic information about this Queen.
The woman is named Zhao Mingkun, and she is twenty-two years old. Her father is a well-known real estate developer whose business has expanded across the country in recent years. Recognizing the development potential of small cities, he has invested heavily, making a fortune and befriending many influential figures.
Zhao Mingkun was studying abroad but recently returned home not long ago. Currently, she works at her father's company, holding a nominal position where her attendance is inconsequential. The project in Jing City is being conducted under Zhao Mingkun's name.
To investigate further, we split into two teams. Yan Junde led the Special Investigation Team to continue probing into the other individuals who received calls from Xu Rong last night, while the director and I headed to find Zhao Mingkun. We learned that she was currently at a high-end residential area, so we drove over. As we approached the neighborhood, we noticed that almost all the cars entering were luxury vehicles. I remarked, "Director, it seems that Jing City is developing rapidly!"
The director waved his hand and shook his head, saying, "Stop calling me Director; just call me Old Wang. To be honest, I'm just a mid-level official. You are part of a directly established department; your position as team leader is at least at the deputy bureau level."
Seeing Old Wang's bright eyes made me feel embarrassed about my own position as merely a Second Inspector, which is only a deputy section-level official...
Old Wang noticed my discomfort and shrugged. "Well, Jing City is still a city; there are bound to be wealthy people here. It's not surprising. We received information that Zhao Mingkun just purchased a property here; the specific address is..."
As he spoke, we heard the roar of an engine in the distance. Just as we looked up, a luxury car zoomed past us. It was a red and black Bugatti Veyron, looking incredibly imposing. In that brief moment, I caught sight of the young woman driving this supercar—undoubtedly our target, Zhao Mingkun.
I immediately turned the car around and began to chase her. However, our vehicle felt like a bicycle compared to her Bugatti Veyron. Fortunately, since we were in the city, even if she was driving a rocket, she still had to obey speed limits. Along the way, her flashy sports car attracted envious glances from many onlookers.
Old Wang said, "To be honest, every man has a racing dream—thinking about when they can drive a supercar through the streets with an extraordinary beauty by their side. It's truly a case of beautiful cars accompanying heroes. I'm getting old now; Captain Shao is still young and ambitious; he should still have that passion."
"Stay low-key in life but high-profile in work," I replied with a smile. "I've already outgrown that age." Honestly speaking, if I were still in my twenties, I might envy such a lifestyle. But after spending time with Juan Juan Mary, I learned what true wealth and low-key living mean—especially with Mary having a black card capable of buying an island at any moment yet never flaunting designer brands or driving luxury cars.
The luxury car drove straight to a high-end hotel in town. After Zhao Mingkun got out, she tossed her keys to the valet without saying a word. Just from that supercar alone, it was clear she was either extremely wealthy or of high status. I got out of our car and said to Old Wang, "Our ten cars probably cost less than one of her tires; you find parking yourself while I head inside!"
With that said, I followed Zhao Mingkun inside but was stopped by someone as I approached. I thought to myself that I wasn't dressed in shorts and flip-flops; why was I being stopped? A hostess kindly asked me, "Hello sir, there’s a private event happening here. Please show your invitation card; otherwise, we cannot let you in!"
So it turns out that Zhao Mingkun was attending a Private Party. Although I knew it wasn't appropriate to crash someone's private gathering, it could also serve as an opportunity for our investigation. From our inquiries, it became clear that Xu Rong was eager to enter this circle; perhaps she would encounter those who called her last night.
Thinking this through, I took out my Police Badge and said, "Police business; please cooperate."
The etiquette lady frowned and quickly whispered something to a young girl beside her. Before long, someone stepped out. I looked over to see the Lobby Manager of the hotel, a woman in her thirties. She stared at my Police Badge for a while before saying, "Officer, we cannot let you in without a search warrant. Don't think that just because you're a Second Inspector, or even if your chief were here, we would allow you entry without sufficient reason."
I felt helpless. Although she said this verbally, her eyes clearly showed disdain for me; it was obvious she looked down on my rank. It was indeed embarrassing for the head of the Special Investigation Team to be treated this way. She stood at the entrance, leaving me in a difficult position.
At that moment, Old Wang happened to walk over, and I quickly called out, "Hey, Old Wang! Someone's looking for you!"
Old Wang, unaware of what was happening, jogged over and asked, "What's going on?"
"They want to see your credentials!" I replied.
Old Wang glanced at me and then at the Lobby Manager, unsure of what was happening but still pulled out his identification. It seemed the Lobby Manager hadn't expected the chief to show up; she quickly changed her demeanor to a Smiling Face and said, "Oh, I didn't know you were here! Please go inside, but this gentleman cannot enter as he hasn't received an invitation."
Old Wang chuckled at the Lobby Manager and replied, "To be honest, I didn't receive an invitation either."
The Lobby Manager said, "We don't need an invitation for you; you can come anytime—the door is always open for you. But he cannot." She then whispered, "Those people inside are all Big Shots. It wouldn't be appropriate to let this person in; frankly speaking, his status doesn't match."
Although the Lobby Manager spoke behind my back, her voice was loud enough for me to hear. It was clearly intended for me to understand; she wanted me to back off. I felt truly helpless and thought that I must get promoted when I returned to the department! Hearing this, Old Wang laughed and said, "Let's put it this way: his rank is much higher than mine."
Old Wang's words surprised the Lobby Manager, who then scrutinized me closely. I deliberately put on an air of someone above it all; my shirt barely concealed my tank top underneath, my faded jeans were stylishly worn out, and the stubble on my face betrayed my casual appearance—making me stand out like a firefly in the dark. I smiled and pointed upward, saying, "Young lady, sometimes it's best not to judge people through colored glasses. As they say, there’s always someone better; one mountain is higher than another!"
As I spoke, I stepped forward, leaving behind a memorable silhouette.
Just as I entered, I heard a Receptionist outside whispering, "Is this guy an idiot?"
I ignored them and walked past the central partition towards the back. The entire hotel was lavishly decorated with golden hues and intricate carvings. Various abstract paintings hung on the walls around me, making it dizzying to look at. A row of Receptionists dressed in high-slit cheongsams greeted me with sweet and standard Mandarin: "Hello sir, please proceed to the back; the party is about to start. Thank you for coming."
I couldn't help but marvel at the lifestyle of the wealthy.
As I reached the back area, I discovered a large entertainment venue that was semi-open-air with a swimming pool in the center and long tables set up on either side. The tables were laden with various foods while a Champagne Tower stood nearby. Surrounding rooms offered various Entertainment Facilities—whether you loved singing or dancing or flipping around—there was nothing you could imagine that wouldn’t be satisfied here.
The Private Party was hosted by none other than Zhao Mingkun's father, Zhao Donglai. The purpose of gathering everyone together was to celebrate the official start of the Jing City project. Zhao Donglai simply stated: "I am very happy to gather with all of you today. Firstly, we celebrate our future long-term cooperation; secondly, I've brought my daughter here to meet everyone—it's time for us old folks to retire as this world belongs to the young."
Zhao Donglai was rambling on, reminding me of the principal's empty words back in school when he would say, "Let me just say a few simple things." Seizing the moment, I quickly texted Mary, asking her to send me the photos of anyone who had contacted Xu Rong that evening. Mary was quick to respond, and before long, three photos appeared on my phone.
There were two men and one woman. I committed their faces to memory and began searching for them at the party.
Finally, Zhao Donglai's speech came to an end. He announced, "Let's head upstairs to talk; let these young people enjoy themselves down here." With that, he led a group of people upstairs. Suddenly, Old Wang became the oldest person in the room. I could see he was so embarrassed he might as well have jumped into the swimming pool. I quickly suggested, "I see quite a few leaders from the city are here; why don’t you follow them?"
Old Wang visibly relaxed, nodded, and hurried off.
Only a group of young people remained—most were in their twenties, with a few in their thirties and the youngest around fifteen or sixteen. Those left behind were indeed the quintessential rich second generation. Before long, I had zeroed in on my three targets. As expected, those who had contacted Xu Rong that night were all from wealthy families.
I first approached the biggest suspect, Zhao Mingkun. Navigating through the dancing crowd, I made my way to him and said, "Care for a drink?"
Zhao Mingkun looked at me and replied, "I haven't seen you around since you got here."
With that, he took a light sip from his glass of champagne.
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