"Song Jiapeng, how old are you?"
"I'm thirty this year."
"Were you on Qingdao seven years ago?"
"Yeah, where would I be if I wasn't on Qingdao?"
Han Bin said, "You're aware of the situation. Before we find the suspect's car, we can't clear your name. Please come back to the police station with us to assist in the investigation."
"I …" Song Jiapeng was a little annoyed, but he knew he couldn't refuse. "Where's my wife? Can you let her go? She needs to stay at home to look after her child. You saw how young my child is. It's impossible for the two of us to leave together. "
"Sure."
"Thank you, thank you."
Then, Song Jiapeng was escorted out of the north house by two team members.
Before Song Jiapeng left, he reminded his wife of something. Song Jiapeng's wife also understood the seriousness of the matter, so she didn't make a fuss.
Seeing that Han Bin was still thinking hard, Zhu Jiaxu couldn't help but ask, "Captain Han, what did you find?"
Han Bin didn't hide anything and said honestly, "Song Jiapeng's walking posture is very similar to a suspect in the robbery seven years ago."
"So, Song Jiapeng is probably involved in the robbery seven years ago."
Han Bin hesitated and shook his head. "The surveillance video from seven years ago is a bit blurry, so it's not very clear. Also, seven years have passed, and people change. Their walking postures are similar, but not really. Their body size and age don't match either. I have to go back and study it. "
Zhu Jiaxu nodded. Many things could happen in seven years. Not to mention walking postures, even one's appearance would change a lot.
…
Back at the North District Branch.
Ding Xifeng held a case summary meeting, and all the members of the 403 Gold Shop Robbery Joint Investigation Team attended the meeting.
During the meeting, Han Bin reported the progress of the investigation.
Ma Jingbo also gave a brief report. Although reopening the case from seven years ago was difficult and there wasn't much progress, he still tried his best to contact the people involved.
At the same time, he also communicated with Han Bin. As long as Han Bin had new evidence, he would compare it with the case from seven years ago.
The meeting didn't last long and ended in less than half an hour.
After the meeting, Han Bin noticed that there were two missed calls from his mother.
Han Bin called back, "Mom, what's up?"
"When do you get off work?"
Han Bin glanced at his watch. "I'll be home around eight o 'clock. Why?"
"It's okay. I'm cooking for you. Come back and eat."
"Alright, I understand." Han Bin yawned. He had been busy investigating the case for the past two days and hadn't had a good rest. It was a good time to have a good meal to nourish his body.
…
At 7: 50 pm, Han Bin returned to his parents' home.
As soon as he opened the door, he smelled a fragrant aroma. Hotpot.
Han Bin couldn't help but swallow his saliva. It was easy to get inflamed if you ate too much hotpot, but you would want to eat it every few days.
Wang Huifang walked out of the kitchen with a plate of food. Wang Qingsheng was adding beef meatballs, tofu, mushrooms, and other long-lasting ingredients into the hot pot. Han Weidong, on the other hand, was unscrewing a bottle of wine and pouring it.
"Uncle, you're here too."
"Of course. How can I miss out on good food? Hurry up and wash your hands. It's time to eat. "
Han Weidong laughed. "Your uncle is the star of the show today. Even if you're not here, you can't miss him."
"Oh, Uncle, what good news do you have?"
Wang Huifang urged. "Hurry up and wash your hands. Talk while you eat. I've been waiting for you for half a day. I'm hungry. "
After Han Bin washed his hands and came back, the hotpot was already boiling. Wang Qingsheng put in half a box of mutton. "The mutton is ready. Let's eat the mutton first, then the vegetables."
Han Bin's family used Yuanyang pots. One had a clear oil base, and the other had a clear broth base. They only put in scallions, ginger, garlic, and milk.
Han Bin scooped up a big chunk of mutton with his chopsticks, dipped it in the sesame sauce, and ate with oil dripping from his mouth.
Most of the troubles in life could be solved with a meal of mutton hotpot. If one meal could not solve it, then eat another … It was guaranteed that he would suffer from internal heat.
With delicious food in front of him, Han Bin could not care less about internal heat. He ate it first. At most, he would drink more water at night and go to the toilet a few more times.
After eating the mutton, Han Weidong raised his glass. "Come, let's have a toast."
Life was only with meat and alcohol. Meat without alcohol always felt like there was something missing.
Han Weidong, Wang Huifang, and Wang Qingsheng raised their glasses. Han Bin also raised his pineapple beer. "I have a case on hand, so I won't drink with you guys today. I'll make up for it another day. "
Wang Huifang put down her glass. "It's better to drink less. Don't be like your dad. We're both police officers, but why is there such a big difference between us?"
Han Weidong downed his beer in one gulp. He seemed to have mentioned something sad. "How can it be the same? He's a rising star in Qingdao's Public Security Bureau. I don't have much to do all day. In another two years, I might have to retire to the second line. I can't compare. "
Wang Huifang said, "There's nothing wrong with being a second line. Not only is it free, but you can also be promoted to deputy director."
"You …" Han Weidong glanced at his wife's hair and did not dare to say anything.
Wang Qingsheng said at the right time, "The tripe is cooked. Hurry up, or it will get old."
Han Bin did not want to get involved in the fight between his dad and mom. He just lowered his head and ate.
After two pots, there was food in his stomach. Han Bin felt at ease. "Mom, why did you call me today?"
"Let your uncle speak."
"What should I say? Sis, you say it."
Han Weidong snorted. "Aiyo, why are you so shy about such a good thing? You always drop the ball at the critical moment."
Wang Huifang glared at him. "Then say it. Say it."
"I'll say it. What's wrong with that?" Han Weidong took a sip of wine and said happily, "I have good news to announce today. Your uncle is getting married."
"Married." Han Bin was a little surprised.
When he entered the door and saw that Wang Qingsheng was also at home, Han Bin felt that something might happen today and it might be related to his uncle. However, he did not expect it to be so explosive.
"When?"
Wang Huifang said, "Around the first of October."
"Sis, you don't have to rush."
"What's there to rush? There are still a few months left. There's enough time to prepare."
"I …" Wang Qingsheng scratched his head. He was in his forties and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
Wang Huifang asked, "Just tell me, do you like Qiao Fei?"
"Of course I like her."
"Do you know her?"
"I do. Otherwise, I wouldn't be doing business with her."
"Do you want to spend the rest of your life with her?"
Wang Qingsheng answered readily, "Yes."
Han Weidong clapped his hands. "That's it. You just have to be steady. Your sister and I will handle the wedding. Your sister has been waiting for so many years and has been saving up her energy. If you don't let her use her energy, she will feel bad.
Besides, just take it as practice in advance. Your nephew is about to get married. One is the same, two is also the same. "
"Brother-in-law, you're comforting me. Why do I feel even worse?"
Wang Huifang waved her hand. "It's decided. We'll get married on the eleventh. In a few days, we'll treat Qiao Fei's family to a meal. You and Qiao Fei can decide. I'll discuss the details with her parents. "
Wang Qingsheng was at a loss. He picked up his wine glass and took a sip. He wanted to say something but didn't say it in the end.
Han Bin felt that he should help his uncle take the initiative. "Mom, you're a little too strict. My uncle is an adult. You have to consider his opinion. Besides, marriage is not a small matter. It's a lifetime. You can't be too hasty."
Wang Huifang nodded. "You're right. You can't be too hasty when you get married. Your uncle … it's okay if he's a little hasty. "
Han Bin: "…"
"Pfft …"
Wang Qingsheng almost spat out the wine in his mouth. "Sis, you're too biased. It's my first time getting married too."
"You still have the cheek to say that? How old are you? You're forty and you're not married yet. People who don't know better would think that you're crazy. " Wang Huifang said seriously, "There are only two situations for a man of your age to be unmarried. One is a successful man. They're picky and they marry late. But they're rich. They can find a woman in her twenties or thirties at any time.
The other one is a man who can't find a wife and is so poor that he can only be a bachelor. "
Han Weidong nodded. "Your sister does have a point. Most women would rather find a divorced man in his forties than an unmarried man in his forties. As for the reason, you can think about it later. I'm sure you'll understand. "
"Sigh …" Wang Qingsheng sighed. He had to admit that his brother-in-law was telling the truth. Moreover, it was a very powerful truth.
"Don't interrupt me." Wang Huifang waved her hand. It seemed that she hadn't finished speaking. "Look at you. You're not young anymore, but you're not mature enough. You can't stay calm when you see the woman you like."
"What's wrong with me?"
"What's wrong with you? All the money you've saved over the years has been spent on that antique shop. Even if you don't get married, you and Qiao Fei are tied together financially. Isn't that right? "Wang Huifang knocked on the table and said earnestly.
"Since it's already like this, you might as well get married. There's no difference anyway. You have nothing to lose. Maybe you can have a child if you get married early and leave a descendant for the Wang family. When I meet my parents a hundred years later, I'll be proud.
Taking a step back, even if you don't consider the Wang family, you should consider Qiao Fei. Qiao Fei is now thirty-seven and has reached a threshold. Any later and she'll be an elderly woman. It's not good for her and the child, don't you think? "
It had to be said that Wang Huifang's analysis made Han Bin feel very clear. It seemed that getting married was not bad for his uncle.
Wang Qingsheng froze for a while and seemed to react. He had thought about getting married before, but the way he thought about it and the issues he considered were different from Wang Huifang. But from Wang Huifang's point of view, getting married … did not seem to be bad for him.
Wang Huifang took a sip of tea to moisten her throat. In fact, there was one thing she didn't mention. Han Bin was not young anymore and was almost at the age of marriage.
As a nephew, he definitely could not get married earlier than his uncle. Their wedding dates were too close, and she couldn't handle it. If Wang Qingsheng pushed his wedding to next year, then Han Bin's wedding date would be delayed.
"Alright, that's settled for now. We still have to discuss it with the girl's side later. The main thing is to listen to her opinion. No matter how good our discussion is, it's useless even if we have a hot hairbrush." Han Weidong raised his wine glass.
"Come, let's drink to Qingsheng for finding the right person."
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