"We've got something!"
Old Luo's expression was cautious, yet carried a hint of excitement.
Having served for over twenty years, Old Luo stayed at the grassroots police station, not even securing a deputy director position.
Throughout these years, Old Luo worked quietly and didn't fight for or complain about anything.
However, that doesn't mean Old Luo isn't capable.
Huaguang Street Police Station, the jurisdiction is actually very bustling.
Shops are everywhere, and the resident population is nearly a hundred thousand.
It's one of the largest police stations of the Haizhou City Public Security Bureau.
Old Luo is the station's living map; he knows a bit about everything and can connect with various parties.
He is someone whom the successive directors have relied on, an honest and dependable person.
People exist everywhere.
As for promotions and wealth, they're not for him, he just dutifully works hard and lives his life.
Yang Lin also nodded, feeling a bit thrilled: "That woman just now went straight to a fish stall in the market, didn't greet anyone, picked up a black box in the corner, wandered in the market for two rounds, then came out and took a cab."
He pointed at the taxi ahead: "Judging by the route, she should be heading back to the Pine Forest Villa area."
Lu Chuan's question was crucial.
What she took was very important.
Drugs, guns, or fish prepped by the stall owner?
"No matter what it is, it's probably not something good; otherwise, there wouldn't be a need to be so secretive about it."
Old Luo said, pulling out his phone: "Director Huang, we have a discovery here."
He roughly went over the course of events, and finally, Old Luo said: "I think the market's fish stall needs a team sent over, though that black box might not belong to the stall owner, and it's very likely others put it there."
Watching Old Luo hang up the phone, Yang Lin looked a bit anxious: "So, what did the boss say?"
"They don't need us on that side, he's already sent Song Qun and the others over."
"We're just watching the villas over here, waiting for news."
"Chuan, I'm gonna grab some food, what do you want?"
A stakeout's still a stakeout, but there's no reason to go hungry.
"No need, I just had food sent over by the family, and we'll switch cars too."
Yang Lin nodded, indeed, using a Cayenne for surveillance is a bit extravagant.
Regarding public affairs, spending from one's own pocket is not the way.
Just now he heard Lu Chuan say that this car uses 98-octane gasoline, costing more than ten yuan per liter.
Not ten minutes later, an Elfa pulled up behind the Cayenne.
"Chuan, I'm here, you guys can come down."
Lu Yao was now extremely excited, his hands were even trembling.
This was, after all, the first time he was involved in a police operation.
An hour ago, Lu Yao received a text from Lu Chuan saying he was on surveillance and needed some material support.
Specifically, a comfortable car and some food.
Lu Yao had never done something before, supporting the frontline police on a case, it had to be arranged properly.
The three got out of the Cayenne and climbed into the luxurious Elfa business van, with Lu Yao excitedly rubbing his hands: "Chuan, it was a rush, nothing fancy, just something for now, call me ahead next time, and Third Brother will get you something nice!"
Lu Chuan waved his hand: "It's all good, this is great, and the car's not bad either, spacious and just right for a stakeout."
As they entered, Yang Lin and Old Luo were dumbfounded looking at the lavishly decorated Elfa.
And on the small table, there was instant hotpot, lively lobsters trying to crawl out of the plastic tub, delicate red-and-white lamb rolls, salmon.
"Old Lu... this is called nothing fancy?"
The preferences of wealthy people, or rather their aesthetics, their taste in food, are they different from normal people like us?
No, couldn't be, on the streets, those old men in their fifties or sixties with young women, they seem pretty aligned with normal aesthetics too.
"Third Brother, isn't this a bit over-the-top? It's just the three of us."
Lu Chuan wasn't really bothered, he just thought the hotpot might leave a strong smell in the car.
"What's over-the-top about this, remember that dog at Fourth's place, demands to eat lobster every day..."
Halfway through the sentence, Lu Yao stopped: "Haha..."
"Chuan, I didn't mean it like that..."
Lu Chuan's face turned a bit dark: "Their dog eats better than its owner!"
With Lu Chuan's words, Yang Lin and Old Luo no longer felt awkward.
Dogs eating better than people isn't news.
Old Luo's brother-in-law has a Samoyed, and it's said his brother-in-law doesn't even get to sleep on the bed at night.
In this world, how many people live better lives than dogs?
"Chuan, does this count as righteous aid?"
Lu Chuan thought about it, probably not, since nothing happened.
"At the very least, it makes you a Good Samaritan, once the case is solved, I'll talk to the leadership."
"Alright, alright, Good Samaritan will do, Chuan, don't worry, I'll handle the logistics, it'll all be sorted for you."
"Third Brother, please take the Cayenne back, it's nearly out of gas, I'll use this car for a couple of days."
Watching Lu Yao's excited expression, Yang Lin and Old Luo looked at each other, unsure of what to say.
"Come on, let's eat!"
"Chuan," tearing open a cooked lobster, Q-tender and popping it into his mouth, "I think our Public Security Bureau should recruit more second-generation rich kids."
"To manage logistics!"
Elfa, lobster lamb hotpot, this kind of stakeout left Old Luo a bit bewildered.
Having been a cop all his life, Old Luo's stakeout experiences were rich.
Sewer, hard beds, trunks, pine groves, even cornfields, Old Luo had staked out in it all.
Only this time, the stakeout felt like a vacation.
"Yang Lin, today's situation... don't tell Director Huang."
"Ah... I already did."
"Boss said there are developments on the market side, he's coming here."
My lifetime reputation might just be ruined by lobster!
Twenty minutes later.
Huang Jianmin looked at the pile of lobster shells, his expression peculiar.
"Director Huang, these were sponsored by Lu Chuan's cousin."
Old Luo was still a bit scared, eating lobster while on duty, and not paying for it himself, hoping not to be accused of bribery.
Huang Jianmin sighed and ignored Old Luo.
This old guy, clueless about people's hearts.
As for knowing how to handle things well, it must be Yang Lin: "Boss, originally there were four lobsters, Old Luo ate two alone, now there's only some abalone and lamb rolls left for you to have a bite."
Saying this, he served the cooked rolls and the tender abalone in front of Huang Jianmin, handing over the chopsticks: "Boss, dip it in this sauce, it's extra tasty."
Watching Huang Jianmin quietly eating the rolls, Old Luo obediently shrank into the inside of the car.
Only that, the untimely hiccup revealed his presence.
Huang Jianmin coughed, not looking at Old Luo, just saying faintly: "Eating too much lobster... makes you prone to hiccups?"
A lobster, live, even in Haizhou City, this coastal city, isn't cheap.
Without four or five hundred yuan, it's probably not happening.
Moreover, local lobster is actually more expensive than those from outside.
Haizhou City is located at a higher latitude, where the seawater is cold, lobsters are fewer, and they grow slower.
The prices are extraordinarily high.
So, with Huang Jianmin's salary of a little over six thousand a month, he can't afford to eat it several times a year.
Plenty want to treat him, but the lobster shells are hard, he fears getting pricked and doesn't dare to eat.
Finally, a free one came his way, but he didn't get to eat it.