Song Guanchao's montary distraction was caught by Liang Jianfeng.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Drugs!"
Song Guanchao asked, "How much drugs did the police find in his car?"
Although he didn't understand why he suddenly asked this, Liang Jianfeng still replied, "60 grams."
"That much?"
Song Guanchao was surprised, then his face lit up with joy.
Liang Jianfeng asked, "Why are you so happy?"
Song Guanchao said, "I have an idea."
Liang Jianfeng gave a light sigh, suddenly feeling that seeking him out had been a very correct decision.
This kid indeed has an outstanding intuition when it cos to solving cases.
Often, solving a case relies on intuition.
What is called intuition can also be described as talent.
Just like talented painters are naturally sensitive to spatial awareness.
Being a police officer is the sa; so people are just born to be cops.
What others easily overlook might be magnified in their eyes — this is talent, a talent that's hard to develop even later on.
"Tell ."
Song Guanchao said, "60 grams is no small amount; such a large quantity of drugs must have left transaction records!"
This statent enlightened Liang Jianfeng.
He imdiately understood what Song Guanchao ant.
Drugs are illicit goods, and transactions must inevitably be in cash.
But even cash leaves records.
These records are not with buyers but with sellers!
As a police officer, Liang Jianfeng knows the drug dealer community well.
This group, like prostitutes, always exists and can't be completely eradicated.
Ordinary dealers mostly distribute supply from higher-ups to dozens of underlings who sell in various entertainnt venues or street corners.
To prevent the underlings from running off with the money, each underling receives at most a few grams at a ti.
Once sold, they return to the suppliers for more.
This strict control of quantity ensures the underlings won't get too greedy and prevents excessive losses during police raids.
Therefore, buying 60 grams at once leaves definite traces!
All you need to do is find the dealer and ask who they sold it to, and you can trace the buyer back!
Liang Jianfeng tossed over another cigarette, finding Song Guanchao increasingly pleasant to deal with: "I knew I wasn't mistaken about you."
Song Guanchao chuckled, saying, "Stop flattering , Director Liang. I'm just providing an idea; whether it's productive is hard to say."
"After all, this is Jiangzhou City, the Provincial City, not Lingjiang."
Liang Jianfeng knew what he was trying to say.
Would anyone dare sell this stuff in the Provincial City without having soone backing them?
Thus, even if they know, it's not necessarily useful.
After all, you have to find the one selling this stuff first.
But even if you find them, would they confess if you ask?
This is a trade that costs lives.
Liang Jianfeng thought for a mont, then said, "You get going first."
Song Guanchao replied affirmatively, not asking what he planned to do.
Anyway, he was only providing the idea, not responsible for anything else, nor did he have the ability to handle it.
After he left, Liang Jianfeng once again dialed Wen Ru's number.
"Political Commissioner Wen, please co over."
Outside.
Song Guanchao saw Wen Ru enter the office and hissed.
Was Liang Jianfeng planning to have Wen Ru handle it?
Or is it that Wen Ru has experience in this area?
About twenty minutes after Wen Ru entered the office, she ca out.
But after coming out, she directly headed for Song Guanchao.
"District Chief Song, could you step inside for a mont?"
Song Guanchao followed her into the office.
After sitting down, he asked, "Political Commissioner Wen, why are you looking for ?"
Wen Ru walked behind her office desk and sat down, saying, "Director Liang told your idea was brilliant."
Her words were full of admiration.
"I've collected so information about the sale of contraband products here in the Provincial City before."
Song Guanchao was not surprised at all.
In a city, there are black and white areas, and white cannot completely suppress black. Ultimately, the two achieve a curious balance.
As long as things aren't too excessive, the authorities generally turn a blind eye.
It's not surprising that Wen Ru holds such information.
However, what did she an by sharing this with him?
Could it be she wants him to contact the other party?
"Due to the nature of identities, the authorities can't directly contact these people."
"And the matter we're investigating is relatively sensitive."
"Thus, soone is needed to make the contact."
Wen Ru looked at him: "District Chief Song, do you have confidence?"
"None," Song Guanchao refused without hesitation.
Wen Ru was taken aback.
She had considered many scenarios, but never expected such a straightforward refusal.
So straightforward it left her montarily stunned.
"District Chief Song..."
"Political Commissioner Wen, I'm here for party school training."
Song Guanchao didn't allow her to continue talking: "I'm just an ordinary person; such matters should be handled by the police. You can't assign such dangerous tasks just because I provided an idea."
Wen Ru was silent for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "You're right, I was being unreasonable."
She smiled, "If this case is solved, District Chief Song will undoubtedly receive credit."
"Alright, thank you, Political Commissioner Wen." Song Guanchao didn't hold back either; after all, he provided the idea.
Without his suggestion, it's uncertain when the task force would have co up with it.
He accepted the credit without feeling any pressure.
At this mont in the Lingjiang Municipal Committee office, Wu Qiangwei suddenly received a private phone call.
The call was from the top Provincial Committee mber, Secretary Gao.
This phone call was very abrupt, without any forewarning.
When Wu Qiangwei saw it, she felt very strange.
But she answered it imdiately.
"Secretary Gao..."
The call was not long, lasting only two minutes before hanging up.
But what Secretary Gao said stirred a storm within Wu Qiangwei's heart.
Secretary Gao actually asked if she had the confidence to serve as the City Secretary in Jiangzhou City.
To know, that position is the top leader of the Provincial City!
Moreover, customarily, the Provincial City leader directly enters the Provincial Committee as a mber!
Wu Qiangwei still held her phone, but her heart couldn't calm down.
This matter is too unexpected.
Without any sign.
After her emotions gradually stabilized, she felt a strong sense of joy.
She had an urgent impulse to share this with soone else, and the first person that flashed in her mind was Song Guanchao.
But upon considering the entanglent between Song Guanchao and Qu Xiangru, she dismissed the idea.
However, she thought if she really went to the Provincial City, she might rarely et Song Guanchao afterward.
By then, the two might beco strangers.
Wu Qiangwei's thoughts flickered; she suddenly wanted to know if Song Guanchao would co to the Provincial City for her sake.
He's currently a district chief; if he were to follow her to the Provincial City to continue as her secretary, would he be willing?
Wu Qiangwei lightly bit her lip, found Song Guanchao's number, and dialed it.
She wanted to ask.
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