Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 334 Undercurrent
The ground under the bridge was muddy.

Media reporters who arrived after hearing the news were busy taking photos and videos. Apart from a few villagers who spontaneously organized a rescue effort nearby, the police, firefighters, and medical personnel were busy with the rescue and were also bound by disciplinary requirements, so they didn't pay much attention to them.

After encountering several setbacks, the reporters who had finished interviewing the villagers finally gave up and huddled together in a corner, chatting idly with lingering interest.

"Sigh, these kinds of rescue news stories are really not that interesting. At most, they just create some sentimentality and excitement, making people stay up all night to rush over for nothing."

"Exactly, exactly. It would be better if something happened at the Shanbei coal mine, at least then the coal bosses would be implicated. Tsk tsk, ordinary people love to gossip about these rich but unsophisticated people."

"Bingo! Let me tell you, a few years ago I wrote a few news articles about coal mine owners investing in film and television. As long as the articles mentioned female stars, they got hundreds of thousands of views and were incredibly popular."

"You know all this inside information? You're doing pretty well, kid."

"What do you know? I just wrote this to ride the wave of popularity of those movies. In this world, as long as people are watching and enjoying it, that's enough. Who has time to care about the truth? But I guess they're really dirty behind the scenes, otherwise, why hasn't anyone come knocking on my door after writing for so many years?" The guy who spoke was a little smug, even with a hint of upholding justice.

"Yes, Xiao Ma is right. For second- or third-tier reporters like us, if we want to get big stories, we can't just sit around and wait. Who the hell would pay attention to us? That's the privilege of big reporters. We have to take initiative! Creating big opposition and big conflict is our way out."

Xiao Ma tossed away his cigarette butt and said with a grin, "Old Jin, I come from an entertainment background, so I don't really understand the ins and outs of this situation. Tell me, how should we take initiative in this matter, given these soldiers who are practically strangers?"

Old Jin adjusted his glasses, his eyes gleaming with a cunning glint in them: "We can't just write whatever we want when reporting current events. We have to tell the truth, not just make up three. But whether we say 'one, two, three, four, five' in order or in reverse; whether we say everything or leave out a few; whether we say it completely or piece it together, that depends on our skills. Hey, that's a real art."

Xiao Ma became interested upon hearing this, and took out a pack of expensive-looking new cigarettes from his inner pocket, quickly opened it, and handed it over.

The other young reporters present echoed this sentiment, offering nothing less than flattery, hoping to get a taste of the soup and make their overnight journey to this godforsaken rural place worthwhile.

Old Jin, pleased with the fawning and flattery from those around him, took a few puffs of Xiao Ma's good cigarette and pointed to the two groups of people bustling about in the temporary command room, saying:

"The original temporary local command and the new spacecraft command are currently handing over command. The management will definitely be chaotic during this period, and it is also the time when their information handover is most disordered."

We just need to split into two groups. One group will interview the temporary local command post. Now that they've handed over command, their guard won't be high, and we can probably get some information out of them. The other group will interview the new spaceship command post. They have a dedicated spokesperson, and as usual, they'll hold a press conference soon. I know this guy; he's a fish.

With such a large rescue operation, there are bound to be some discrepancies between the two groups. We'll use a substitution technique, and if that doesn't work, we'll add a misinterpretation, hehe.”

As a reporter with over a decade of experience, Lao Jin had his own plans. He knew he couldn't accomplish his goals alone, so he needed help.

Meanwhile, the other tabloid reporters figured that since the person was already there, they might as well get a free story and maybe even break a big one. They could also learn from this old fox's "spoofing" tactics—why not?
Every reporter, regardless of their background, has a tendency to enjoy making things worse.

Old Jin extended his middle finger and adjusted his glasses again, squinting as he surveyed the greedy crowd around him. He said mockingly, "Shall we begin?"

"I think I can try it."

"Try what?! Start now, start right now!"

"Old Jin, just give the order! We'll all listen to you!"

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Around 3 a.m., at the rest area of ​​the Zhengming District Special Police Brigade.

After working continuously for five or six hours, Chen Chuan sat down on the ground. It was clear that this fair-skinned young man was unusually exhausted. He leaned against the wheel hub of the troop carrier and desperately drank mineral water. He finished it in no time, shook it a few times, and casually threw the empty bottle away.

He wanted to throw the empty bottle as far away as possible, at least away from himself, so that he wouldn't seem like the kind of person who lacks manners and litters everywhere.

Unfortunately, his wrist was too weak, and the bottle rolled a few times before coming to a stop next to a pair of red sneakers.

Looking up, he saw a little girl, about eight or nine years old, wearing a white coat, walking over with a solemn expression and handing him a bottle of water.

"Thank you for your hard work, officer!"

After the little girl finished speaking, she saluted Chen Chuan with a Young Pioneers salute.

Perhaps due to exhaustion, Chen Chuan didn't react immediately. But quickly, he stood up, ignoring the mud covering him, returned a standard police salute, and said, "It's no trouble at all, thank you!"

This is what an outstanding police officer is like! No matter what he gives, all he needs in return is a bottle of water and a salute.

In his heart, Chen Chuan evaluated himself in this way.

The little girl was probably a passenger on the bus; her white coat was covered in mud. After saluting the police officer, she didn't say much, took a few steps back, and ran towards her parents who were waiting for her not far away.

He even bent down and picked up the empty bottle that Chen Chuan had discarded.

"They were arranged to take a bus to Dongzhou South Station, and then take a boat home again," Xu Mingliang said as he walked over and watched the family of three walk away hand in hand.

Feeling a warmth in his heart, Chen Chuan slowly lowered his arm and joked, "You still dare to ride in a spaceship now?"

After saying that, his face suddenly darkened, and he turned to look at a bus not far away. Through the transparent windows, he could see that the bus was filled with large, white, sealed bags.

"Some people can never go back."

Heavy heart.

The experienced Xu Mingliang reached down and took the bottled water that the little girl had given him from Chen Chuan's hand. He unscrewed the cap, took a few sips, and ran away. Standing a little distance away, he deliberately laughed and teased Chen Chuan:

"Chen Chuan, let me tell you, this water delivered by the local people tastes especially good. It's even a little sweet!"

Chen Chuan rushed up and punched the other person. They chased each other around the open space, laughing and playing around.

"Damn, that was a hard hit! I'm going to delete that photo of you saluting."

"Photos? Show them to me right now!"

"Haha, no way!"

At that moment, the two put aside their prejudices and disdain for each other as grassroots police officers and officers from higher-level agencies, and became true comrades-in-arms.

(End of this chapter)