Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 566 immediately elevated the overall perspective.

Chen Shu hadn't even taken a few bites of the hot dish when he started feeling dizzy. He seized the opportunity to slip away to the corner of the corridor, light a cigarette, and start hiding from the alcohol. Unexpectedly, less than half a cigarette later, Zhu Yiba also came over.

After exchanging a knowing look, they both reached into their pockets for cigarettes.

"Take mine." Chen Shu forced it on.

Zhu Yiba took the cigarette offered to him: "Brother Chen, the atmosphere is pretty good. No wonder everyone says that you special police are the most suitable for our troops."

“I can’t call you ‘special police,’ we’re all one family now. But speaking of which, this is the first time I’ve ever seen someone from the military desert.”

Whether it was his former employer, the Zhongshan Police Station, or later the Zhengming Special Police Brigade, every single demobilized soldier Chen Shu encountered was a heavy drinker. Half a jin (250ml) was no problem, a jin was just a warm-up, and two jin were what really got to them.

"Haha, a ban on alcohol has already been imposed, who would drink now?"

Chen Shu turned his head to listen to the private room. The voices coming from inside were mostly from the new police officers who had come from the military.

For example: "Three drinks are a must! After the battle, everyone will be beaming!", "Don't worry, leader, we can definitely drink!", "Hey, you're looking down on me if you don't drink!"

Zhu Yiba's face flushed slightly, and he said self-deprecatingly, "I really can't hold my liquor. I didn't drink much in the army either."

"When you have free time, don't you and your comrades ever have a few drinks to strengthen your bond?"

"I'm short and have a low alcohol tolerance. Over the years, I've drunk a lot of alcohol but haven't improved, and I'm also a heavy drinker. Yeah, when I drink, I try to show off and save face, which has led to a lot of embarrassing situations and mistakes."

After saying that, Zhu Yiba fell into deep thought, sipping his cigarette and lost in memories.

After a while, once the cigarette butts had all burned out, he realized that his new boss was still squatting down beside him.

Zhu Yiba immediately changed the subject, asking with a smile, "Brother Chen, I heard that we special police don't have to handle cases; we just train and patrol on weekdays?"

Meeting Zhu Yiba's cheerful gaze, Chen Shu suddenly realized that this was probably the reason why the border guards thought the special police suited their tastes.

As a veteran who had survived the ordeal of working in a police station, Chen Shu shrugged, smiled, and lit the cigarette in Zhu Yiba's mouth, expressing his empathy.

"Yeah, bro. Being a SWAT officer is a great place to retire."

The two of them slowly smoked for a while longer, chatting about interesting things about the police and the military. In the end, they were caught red-handed by the people inside, and they both smiled sheepishly.

"Brothers, come over here and pay your respects to our two great heroes of Dongzhou!"

With his face flushed, Chen Chuan, with his left arm linked with Chen Shu's and his right arm draped over Zhu Yiba's shoulder, entered the private room shouting loudly. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Zhu Yiba on his right remained expressionless, seemingly unconcerned about being called a "great hero."

He must be a big shot, someone who must have accomplished something great in the border defense forces. Chen Chuan was secretly pleased and led the two heroes into the drinking circle. With everyone cheering them on, a new round of toasts began.

With his high emotional intelligence and strong social skills, Chen Chuan had already established a close relationship with the new SWAT officers from the very beginning. Now, standing in the circle, he led everyone in raising their glasses and cheering, making the atmosphere at the table increasingly lively.

"Wait! One at a time! We can't let these two great heroes fool us!"

Under Chen Chuan's encouragement, the young team members all turned their attention to Chen Shu and Zhu Yiba. In just over ten minutes, the two of them were forced to drink a lot more alcohol by the crowd.

When Chen Shu returned to his seat, he felt nauseous and his stomach was churning.

Zhu Yiba, standing next to him, was in a similar situation, covering his mouth and gritting his teeth, making it seem like he was about to rush to the toilet and have a massive bowel movement at any moment.

It seemed that his earlier self-deprecating joke about his poor alcohol tolerance was true. After a moment, Chen Shu forcibly suppressed his discomfort and turned to Zhu Yiba, who was also feeling unwell, and said, "Your alcohol tolerance is not as good as Yang Chang's or Zhao Mingfeng's. They were also demobilized from the army, and drinking a pound of baijiu every meal is nothing to them."

Zhu Yiba curled the corners of his lips, but refused to admit defeat: "Yeah, they all have pretty good alcohol tolerance. But I'm not bad either, at least I'm not drunk yet."

Chen Shu had met many police officers who had transferred from the military. There were occasionally those who didn't drink, but it was quite rare to find someone like Zhu Yiba who could drink but had a mediocre alcohol tolerance.

So as soon as he said that, Chen Shu couldn't help but pick up his cup and shake it at him. "Want to try?"

Zhu Yiba didn't hesitate; he raised his glass, clinked it against Zhu's, and downed it in one gulp.

Chen Shu was surprised that the empty explosive charge was caught by the other party. Seeing Zhu Yiba's decisive action, he gritted his teeth and downed the drink in his glass.

Once the alcohol hits you, it's no longer a matter of how much you drink. Generally speaking, as long as you don't pass out, you'll keep drinking.

Just then, the team members at the surrounding tables looked over with smiles on their faces and stared at them.

It seems the rules in the military and the police are similar; you can't vomit right after drinking, otherwise it won't count.

As the deputy commander of the brigade, if Chen Shu were to show weakness while drinking in front of the newly transferred brothers, it wouldn't necessarily prevent him from carrying out his work smoothly in the future, but it would still have some impact on him.

If you can't even drink, how can you possibly manage on the battlefield?

This is a consensus among the public security and military forces. Although it may seem old-fashioned, it has been true for decades.

As the representative of the police officers who were being transferred to civilian jobs, Zhu Yiba was naturally compared to Chen Shu, who had been forced to drink alcohol by his teammates earlier.

This drinking session turned into the first competition between the new and veteran police officers.

Neither side can easily admit defeat.

Just as Chen Shu and Zhu Yiba's drinking session was put on hold, the game between the guest, the section chief of the Veterans Affairs Bureau, and the hosts, Li Da and Xie Chi, reached its climax.

Because of Chen Shu and Zhu Yiba's sudden departure, the section chief became the only guest sitting comfortably at the leadership table, and was naturally toasted one by one by the two brigade leaders and several company commanders.

After everyone at their table had finished their rounds of toasts, the team members from other tables started coming over to toast the leaders' table. As a guest from another unit, the section chief was the first to be toasted, and after round after round of drinking, even the most resilient person couldn't keep up.

"Don't think you're something special just because you came from the military!" The section chief said, his face flushed, as he slammed his wine glass on the table.

click!
The entire room fell silent. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared blankly at the section chief.

Chen Shu froze for a moment, then rubbed his forehead, recalling Xie Chi's earlier introduction.

This section chief seems to be from the Veterans Affairs Bureau?
This unit must be specifically for serving veterans, right? Chen Shu gave Xie Chi a look, trying to get this deputy instructor, who specializes in ideological education, to step in and ease the tension.

Xie Chi, however, remained as still as a wooden statue, staring blankly at the section chief standing to the side with his chin raised, without uttering a word.

Captain Li Da was furious. He had invited the section chief over to foster a better atmosphere between the new and veteran police officers and the border guards, but instead, he had made such a critical remark that reflected a typical cadre mentality.

It's unpleasant to hear anyone.

Zhu Yiba, who had been smiling all along, now seemed to freeze, his expression turning slightly angry.

Chen Shuqiang mustered his strength and glanced at the section chief, who was swaying slightly with his hands on the table. He knew that the other man had drunk too much and was behaving inappropriately.

He then coughed twice, stood up, and took over the section chief's words:

"We special police officers are the same. Don't think you're something special just because you're wearing a uniform! We all need to serve the people in a down-to-earth manner!"

These words, which linked the police and soldiers together and attached the eternally correct slogan "Serve the People," immediately eased the tension in the room.

This perspective immediately elevates the overall level.

(End of this chapter)