Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 531 Returning to the Unit

Back at the SWAT team's base, Yan Song approached Li Yun, a fellow auxiliary police officer and a large man, and started calculating their income on their fingers.

"Li Pang, look, we take home 4,200 a month. After deducting the five social insurances and one housing fund, we get 1,300. The 13th-month salary at the end of the year adds up to 300 a month. Plus the year-end bonus of 8,000, we get about 600 a month."

"If you do the math, we'll only make a meager six thousand five a month even if we work ourselves to the bone. Tsk tsk, that's less than someone selling tofu skewers on the street. Do you think we should just set up a stall after get off work?"

Li Yunfei quickly glanced towards the door: "What if the boss catches us?"

Yan Song squinted, his expression one of complete control: "The police are prohibited from engaging in these money-making schemes. We're just auxiliary police officers, it's none of our business!"

Li Yun was persuaded, but still had some concerns: "It would be bad if the leaders saw it. It would be very easy for them to fire us, without needing any excuse or legal regulations."

Yan Song clapped his hands, looking utterly hopeless: "You pig-brain! Let's set up shop for a few days and see how it goes. If we don't make money, we'll quit immediately. Who can catch us? I don't believe we'll be so unlucky as to get caught on our first few days!"

"If we make money, we'll keep going! If we get caught, we can just take off our clothes and leave, focusing on our street vending business. Who knows, we might even become a street vending 'Jack Ma'!"

Li Yun frowned and thought for a while, then shook his chubby head: "Although our salary isn't much, we don't really have much work to do. I think this job is pretty good, and I don't want to be fired."

"You! Oh!"

Yan Song was furious and turned his chair away, ignoring Li Yun.

Dengdengdeng.

Office clerk Zou Qing opened the office door and walked in with a smile: "Xiao Yanzi, Chen Da said he bought a lot of late-night snacks, and they're all here with you. I came to get some to take back."

Yan Song, who was in a bad mood, saw Zou Qing, the only female police officer in the team, and immediately put on a smile. He opened the small cabinet under the table and took out a plate of fried noodles and beef soup.

"Zou Qing, this is the largest portion I specially saved for you! Compare it to the ones on this table, isn't it much heavier?" Yan Song said as he prepared to open the plastic bag, seemingly wanting Zou Qing to stay and eat there.

Zou Qing accepted the late-night snack: "Hehe, I can't eat that much. Actually, you could have left me the smallest portion. But thank you anyway, Xiao Yanzi!"

With that, he turned and walked out.

Yan Song hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Aren't we eating here?"

"I'm going to find Chen Da. He still owes me so many stories." Zou Qing waved her hand with her back turned and skipped out of the office.

Yan Song, left behind sighing, said, "Li Pang, see? We auxiliary police officers just don't meet their standards. Sigh."

Li Yun picked his nose and said dismissively, "Just based on your eager look just now, as if you'd never seen a woman before, I wouldn't even look at you."

Yan Song nodded listlessly: "Stop deceiving yourself."

Li Yun spat and said, "Don't be a simp!"

"Senior brother~"

Zou Qing, carrying a late-night snack, entered Chen Shu's office without knocking or any formality.

Chen Shu, who was sitting at the back of the office typing away on his computer, looked up and saw that it was the office's administrative staff. He gestured towards the sofa with his lip and said, "Oh, it's Zou Qing. Go sit over there and have some late-night snacks."

"Okay," Zou Qing replied obediently, sat down on the sofa, and began to eat her fried noodles and beef soup quietly.

Chen Shu's attention shifted back to the computer.

The foreman's ID information, which was previously registered at the night market stall, is displayed on the screen, including a series of recent relevant information such as takeout, temporary residence, express delivery, and transportation.

Although Chen Shu suspected that the foreman was having an affair with another stall owner and was deliberately making things difficult for the stall owner, trying to drive her away through underhanded means, this was just a suspicion without any evidence, so it couldn't be brought up openly.

Unless you access the foreman's call logs or WeChat chat history to check his contact history with that man.

However, the investigative method of extracting call records requires approval from the branch office, and Chen Shu knew that it would definitely not be approved for this kind of dispute.

If WeChat chat history exists, people certainly wouldn't intentionally delete chat content for something as trivial as this. So what right do the police have to take someone's phone and arbitrarily browse through WeChat?

Unless they find another case and use it as a pretext to search the foreman's phone. But that's not realistic.

Chen Shu gave a few bitter laughs and had no choice but to give up.

This kind of business competition that defies laws and regulations is truly disgusting, and it involuntarily reminded him of the case of "Crossing Time King" that he encountered a few years ago at the Zhongshan Police Station, where a minor was used to maliciously report and acquire internet cafes.

Old memories resurfaced, and my mind was inevitably stirred again.

I simply turned off the computer.

Chen Shu sat down opposite Zou Qing and saw that she had finished her late-night snack but was still sitting on the sofa with no intention of leaving.

"Zou Qing, is there something you need?"

A sly glint flashed in Zou Qing's eyes: "Senior brother, I know everything about your trip to NX this time."

"Oh? What do you know?" Chen Shu's tone was indifferent, as if he didn't care.

Zou Qing's eyes darted around, and she bluffed, "I know a lot about you."

"Well, what's the matter?"

Zou Qing revealed her trump card: "It's about you getting the First-Class Merit!"

"Oh, the ministry hasn't approved it yet, so it might all come to nothing."

Zou Qing was discouraged. Seeing that her senior brother was unmoved by her words, she could only pout and whine, "Senior brother, just tell me how you got the first-class merit award."

Chen Shu remained silent and reached out to tidy up the late-night snack that Zou Qing had finished eating and left on the coffee table.

Children born in the 00s are pampered by their parents and elders, so it's normal for them to be unaware of workplace etiquette and the respect due to superiors and subordinates.

It's one thing for Gen Z to be reforming the workplace, but no matter how much reform is implemented, someone still has to do it and do it well.

This matter is too complicated to determine who is right and who is wrong in a simplistic way. We can only take it one step at a time. In any case, the principle is the same: do your job well and be worthy of the salary deposited into your account.

Upon seeing this, Zou Qing naturally got up quickly to help tidy up.

Chen Shu waved her hand to stop her, her tone sounding just like her elder: "Your generation grew up in your parents' honey pot. After graduating from university, you joined the police force, wearing this swaggering tiger skin."

"You're no different," Zou Qing pouted, secretly complaining.

Chen Shu put the leftover bowls and chopsticks in a bag, then took a tissue from under the coffee table and began wiping the table: "I'm over twenty years old, and I haven't suffered much hardship even now. Whenever something unpleasant happens, my parents or workplace always take care of it. This is both a good thing and a bad thing."

"The good thing is that life is comfortable and smooth sailing, which is enviable; the bad thing is that we don't know the complexity of society and the wickedness of people's hearts, so we can never mature."

"Today I'm thinking about going to a trendy restaurant to check out and eat something nice, and on the weekend I'm considering which scenic spot to visit. I never sit down and think about what I should do right now or plan for the future."

He's not that old, but he sounds just like my dad. If he doesn't want to talk about it, he shouldn't. Zou Qing, who kept nagging, widened her eyes, bit her lip, and looked at her senior brother wiping the table with a hint of annoyance.

As he spoke, Chen Shu naturally thought of the female stall owner he had met that evening.

In her thirties or forties, she was at a stage where she had elderly parents to care for and young children to raise, and her husband was seriously ill and needed money for treatment.

As a Dongzhou native who values ​​face the most, and a civil servant at that, she had to set up a stall at night for a mere ten-yuan late-night snack. One can imagine how impoverished and helpless her life must have been.

Chen Shuqing couldn't help but sigh, her thoughts drifting back to the foreman's information on the computer screen, and she decided to help him this time.

"Zou Qing, if you're free tonight, come with me to solve a case."

Zou Qing, who was full of complaints, paused for a few seconds, then let out a joyful shout: "It's okay! It's definitely okay! What could possibly happen so late at night!"

(End of this chapter)