Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 637 Dispute
Since I was put in the dark room for the previous chapter, here's a brief recap:

After the live stream ended, Chen Shu invited Zhang Yang to dine at a Japanese restaurant. During the meal, a subtle, intimate moment developed between them.

However, Zhang Yang inadvertently revealed that he had been traveling to Anxi, Fujian Province recently. Chen Shu immediately realized that this was a haven for fraudsters and hoped that Zhang Yang would no longer get involved in the anti-fraud field, as it was too dangerous.

With tears in her eyes, Zhang Yang pointed out the current state of journalists in China*, expressing that as a journalist herself, she should also do something.

The main text of this chapter is as follows:

"Brother Shu, I don't know if you have a habit of using Douyin? This app is really interesting, so many people are using it, it's almost become a national app." Zhang Yang probably realized the dull atmosphere between the two of them and tried to ease the oppressive atmosphere with a light tone.

"There's a really popular livestreamer on there named Zhang Xuefeng. Yeah, he specializes in providing college entrance exam advice, and he's really popular, extremely popular. Do you know how he evaluated us media professionals in his livestream room with hundreds of thousands of eagerly waiting parents?"

"like"

Zhang Yang got stuck on the first word, unable to say it.

She took a deep breath and slowly said, "If my child insists on studying journalism, I will definitely knock him unconscious."

After speaking, Zhang Yang froze, unable to tap the chopsticks any further; the crisp sound ceased. Her voice even choked with emotion, a stark contrast to the strong, independent woman she usually presented to Chen Shu.

Chen Shu comforted him, saying, "This is just an isolated case. There are bad apples in our police force too. This is a normal phenomenon. You don't need to take on all these kinds of problems that can happen anywhere. It's unnecessary."

After apologizing, Zhang Yang pulled a red silk handkerchief from his small bag and gently wiped his cheek, then said self-deprecatingly, "Brother Shu, it's all fate."

At that moment, the sliding door opened, and a waiter came in carrying a small bowl of cold dishes.

"Sir, Madam. This appetizer is radish puree with red caviar, a special selection." After introducing the dish, the waiter nodded respectfully to the two of them and walked backwards out of the room.

The atmosphere in the room eased as the waiter suddenly entered.

Chen Shu picked up the iron kettle next to him and poured Zhang Yang a cup: "Remember, this is just a job, don't push yourself too hard. And always remember one thing: the world will keep turning even without you and me. The sun will rise, and the moon will rise."

Zhang Yang held the cup with both hands and took a small sip. Feeling somewhat better, he smiled wryly and said, "Brother Shu, there's nothing I can do. I'm just destined to be a troublemaker. But speaking of which, you, as a policeman, don't treat your job as a real job. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been so futile in that spaceship accident."

At work, the two stood together during the spaceship accident in Dongzhou, and under immense pressure from all sides, they ultimately rescued the miracle girl.

As the ancients aptly put it, those who share the same ideals will naturally appreciate each other; this is fate, destiny, and something no one can stop.

"As expected of a top journalist, you threw out that rebuttal without even thinking. Oh well, Anxi isn't a big deal. It'll be good to broaden my horizons. Hmm, as long as I don't leave the country." Chen Shu waved his hand and joked.

"Hey, Brother Shu. You're even interfering with me now? What if I insist on going abroad to save those people?" Zhang Yang covered his mouth, a slight smile playing on his lips, responding in kind.

The two exchanged witty banter, trying to avoid the heavy topics of the previous conversation.

But Chen Shu knew in his heart that Zhang Yang, a strong woman with a very independent personality, would not easily change her mind once she had made up her mind.

But this was truly extremely dangerous, and even as a joke, it couldn't afford to give the other party even the slightest hope. Chen Shu decided to try a different approach, softening his tone: "Actually, I think you reporters are really brave. Even we police officers wouldn't dare to go to these places with just a few people and nothing. And you're a woman, what if something happens to you?"

He paused, then deliberately dragged out his words, "It would be better if you were uglier. But you're so beautiful; I don't know how many men have been secretly staring at us on the way here. You, running over like that, aren't you afraid of something really terrible happening?"

The car was going so fast that Zhang Yang couldn't believe it for a moment. This police officer, who always appeared serious, was actually driving such a car that he could scare little girls.

Zhang Yang was initially a little stunned, then his expression became strange, as if he wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. After holding back for a few seconds, he finally burst out laughing.

"Brother Shu, what are you thinking? You're talking about me going to work and leaving get off work, but aren't you the same?"

After laughing, Zhang Yang tried to dispel the other party's concerns as well, and explained seriously: "Brother Shu, it's not as dangerous as you think. Look, there are wars in Iraq, Libya, and Colombia, and those CCTV reporters dare to go there. I'm going to such a rural place, what am I afraid of?"

So this little girl was planning to cross the border.

Isn't there a saying that once bitten by a snake, one is afraid of a well rope for ten years?

How come it completely disappeared when it came to her?

Chen Shu was somewhat amused and exasperated, but patiently retorted, "Yangyang, you know that CCTV reporters dare to go to war-torn countries to film programs. But have you noticed that there's a nationwide campaign against fraud these days? Who doesn't know that Myanmar is a hotspot? But how many CCTV reporters have actually gone there for undercover investigations? Think about it, think about it seriously."

"Let's take a step back. Leaving aside those big-name reporters in the capital, let's look at the two hundred thousand reporters of all sizes across China. Did any of them go? There are two possibilities: either they did go, but died on the way, so they didn't send back a single message; or no one went at all!"

Chen Shu's final assertion was made with absolute certainty.

“That’s because they’re busy. There’s fighting everywhere right now, so they don’t have time to go to these small rural places,” Zhang Yang retorted without thinking. However, her voice gradually softened as she spoke, because she knew that her reasoning was completely untenable.

Chen Shu picked up the iron kettle from the table, poured Zhang Yang a cup of hot tea, and said, "The main reason is that in those places where battles are fought, neither side has any of our Chinese people among the main participants, so they can tolerate our country's reporters entering the scene to take pictures at will, and even provide as much convenience and protection as possible."

"After all, China is a behemoth to them, and both sides in the conflict need a third-party propaganda agency to help them have a voice on the international stage."

Having said that, Zhang Yang naturally guessed what Chen Shu was about to say. She remained silent, retaining her pride as a journalist, or rather, her initial conviction.

To make a name for herself in Dongzhou, a metropolis with nearly ten million people, Zhang Yang's intelligence and emotional intelligence are undeniably high. However, whenever she encounters those heartbroken victims, her compassionate heart overflows, and despite having been bitten before, she still can't help but want to go there and investigate.

The private room fell silent for a moment. Watching the smoke slowly rising from the cups, Chen Shu said slowly, "Over in Myanmar, they're still thinking about retiring from their criminal life once they've made enough money, going home to buy big houses, and pretending to be representatives of overseas Chinese businessmen."

"Will they let reporters in, or rather, let reporters who sneak into their territory and take bad photos leave smoothly?"

After pondering for a long time, Chen Shu asked with utmost seriousness:

Do you think they still want to go back to China in their lifetime?

(End of this chapter)