The table was full of leftover takeout, Wen Ru hadn't changed out of her uniform yet, and her expression was a bit heavy.
She handed Song Guanchao a bottle of water, sat down, and said, "The informant means to trade money for information."
She received a strange call that evening, the caller claimed to have specific information about the jewelry store heist last year.
To get the information, money had to be exchanged.
"How much?"
"Two million, cash."
"Cash?" Song Guanchao said, "That's quite bold."
A cash transaction meant the caller risked exposure.
Negotiating such a deal with the Police Department's Political Commissioner, weren't they afraid of being caught?
Song Guanchao lightly tapped the back of his hand and said, "I'll provide the money. Call him and set the time and place."
Wen Ru was a bit surprised: "You have money?"
She considered herself to know Song Guanchao well; he wasn't the kind to be greedy or misuse power for personal gain.
