Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 641 Embarrassment
The group was having a pleasant conversation when the door to the private room was knocked open.

The restaurant owner, carrying a 330ml case of beer, came in with a big smile, ready to toast the group of police officers at the table.

The special police brigade, consisting of over a hundred officers, are mostly young people who love to have fun and dine together, making them a stable source of customers for the restaurant.

Unlike usual, this time the boss was followed by a tall young man wearing black-rimmed glasses. He looked quite similar to the boss and was probably his son.

"Distinguished guest, distinguished guest. It is a great honor to have Captain Chen grace us with his presence." The owner had just entered the room and put down his beer when he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and bent over to spread them around.

When it was photographer Xiao Zhao's turn to sleep soundly, the boss first glanced at the table full of untouched dishes, then subconsciously checked the time and said tactfully:
"Is this officer new?"

In his eyes, the police officers from the neighboring unit were all incredibly capable. For years, this was the first time he'd seen a SWAT team member collapse before all the food was even served.

Chen Shu tapped the table with the newly received cigarettes, gently pushed away the lighter the shopkeeper offered to light his cigarette, and joked, "Yeah, you're new here. Don't shout 'Captain' so loudly, or people outside will laugh at you."

Seeing Chen Shu light his own cigarette, the shopkeeper helped light Chen Chuan's and Zhu Yiba's cigarettes, saying as he did so, "Hey, Captain Chen, I'm being very modest. Do you know how my son usually addresses you?"

"Dad! What are you saying!"

She was interrupted halfway through her sentence by the big boy following behind her.

Chen Shu first gestured towards the direction where the boss was standing, indicating that the other person should sit down, then turned to the young man and smiled, "What's your name, young man?"

Bruce Lee!

Bruce Lee?
For some reason, a "whoosh~" sound suddenly appeared in Chen Shu's mind, followed by an image of a shirtless man with extremely muscular physique. This man slowly pushed forward with one hand, fingers spread wide, while the other hand held nunchucks under his arm. His gaze was sharp and focused, and his body exuded an aura of confidence and power.

Chen Shu couldn't help but nod and sigh, "I'm very impressed. It's a good name. Xiao Long, please have a seat. Are you still in school?"

Before Bruce Lee could speak, the restaurant owner, sitting two seats away, started yelling, "He's not cut out for studying! I don't know what's going on in his head, he just can't get into good schools. We've been paying for his education since elementary school, and he's got some of the most expensive tutors out there! Sigh!"

The boy blushed, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word.

The restaurant owner, reeking of alcohol, continued, "He's already a senior in high school, and his grades are still among the worst in the class. I was thinking of having him come and help me out after he graduates next year. Anyway, with his grades, he won't get into any good universities; it's a complete waste of time! It's better for him to come and take over my job sooner, so his mother and I can enjoy our retirement sooner."

The boy lowered his head, his hands on his knees, gripping his pants tightly, trembling slightly.

The commotion alerted the officers present, but the self-proclaimed shrewd restaurant owner remained oblivious, continuing to toast and complain about his son.

Chen Chuan took two bottles of beer from under the table, opened them, and started chugging them down with the owner, effectively silencing him.

The private room finally quieted down for a moment. Chen Shu picked up the teapot from the ladle, poured a cup of tea for the big boy sitting next to him, and asked, "Did your dad send you here to greet the guests?"

The boy looked down at the table and shook his head.

Chen Shu gently pushed the cup towards the young man, raising her voice slightly: "Oh, so why did he ask you to come over?"

"He didn't send me here." The boy still had his head down, but he finally spoke.

"Did you come along on your own?"

"Um"

"Could you please tell me why you came?"

After a moment of silence, Chen Shu waited patiently.

The young man raised half his head, glanced at his father sitting opposite him drinking from a bottle with Zhu Yiba, then lowered it again: "I heard him say that you are all his good friends, so I wanted to come and see."

This is quite normal in ordinary people's circles. For example, if you have a relative or friend who is a police officer, then whenever the topic of public security comes up, someone will inevitably jump out and claim that they know so-and-so police officer.

Chen Shu nodded, knowing that the restaurant owner was probably bragging to his son about his acquaintance with the police.

He smiled and admitted, "Yes, we are indeed old friends with your father. Whenever we have free time, we come to your shop for a drink to relax." "Really?" This time, the young man truly looked up, his eyes shining as he met Chen Shu's gaze.

"Yes," Chen Shu nodded in affirmation.

The restaurant owner sitting across from them glanced over several times. After hearing Chen Shu's answer, he finally calmed down and started shouting that he wanted to play a few more rounds with Chen Chuan, Zhu Yiba, and the others.

In the next ten minutes or so, Chen Shu chatted briefly with the young man about the daily life and training of SWAT officers. Of course, he also touched on topics that the boy would definitely be interested in, such as firearms, and to his surprise, the boy knew more about them than he did.

He could easily name some of the firearms produced in Europe and America, and even compare and analyze them fairly accurately with domestic competitors. He even used a few technical terms that Chen Shu couldn't quite understand after thinking about them for a long time.

Seeing the boy's excitement, Chen Shu offered a small incentive, saying that his grades weren't great back then, but he studied like crazy in his final year and was lucky enough to get into a police academy during the college entrance exam.

The strong and healthy young man was somewhat tempted.

Chen Shu then added, seizing the opportunity, that in addition to academic subjects, physical fitness also accounts for a significant portion of the score in the police academy entrance exam, and that improving one's overall score in this area could be a potential opportunity.

They seemed to have talked for a long time, but in reality, only about twenty minutes had passed when a middle-aged woman dressed as the proprietress cautiously knocked on the door and came in.

The person was tense, but the first thing they looked at was the table in front of their son. When they saw it was a cup of tea, they visibly relaxed.

She first slowly walked to her son's side, apologized to Chen Shudao for causing trouble for the guests, and then explained that her son had not finished his homework and needed to go back to do it now.

Chen Shu expressed his understanding, then patted the young man on the shoulder and encouraged him, "You can do it too, really. Besides the police academy, there's also a military academy waiting for you, as long as you're willing to work hard. Getting into a top university like a 958 or 211 might require some academic talent. But for the police academy, as long as you're willing to study hard and relentlessly, you'll have a 99% chance of getting in. So, are you afraid of the hardship?"

Finally, Chen Shu used a timeless and stale tactic of provocation.

The young man's eyes shone brightly, and he strode out of the private room with a satisfied expression, his eyes seemingly still showing an eager impulse to study.

The proprietress followed behind, almost reaching the door, when she finally couldn't resist turning back and rushing to her husband's side. She reminded him to drink less, then apologized profusely to everyone, explaining that her husband had high blood pressure lately and really couldn't drink. If it weren't for having to supervise her son's homework today, she would have gladly accepted the offer and had a few drinks with the distinguished guests in her husband's place.

Seeing that things had come to this point, Chen Shu and the others wisely advised the boss to quickly go back with the boss's wife. He was already very sensible and didn't need to be taken care of here.

The boss, who was last to arrive, sincerely thanked him, saying, "Captain Chen, thank you."

As a restaurant owner, it's common for me to come over and offer toasts to customers during their meals. But it's usually just a quick drink and a greeting before leaving. If we're close, a small bottle of beer is usually enough.

It's generally unlikely that things will happen like today, where the boss and guests sit down properly, drink, eat, and chat for half a day.

Not to mention, she also has a son who is still in school.

However, when the boss was criticizing his son, he deliberately emphasized the words "senior year of high school," and Chen Shu immediately understood his thoughts.

This was an opportunity to get Chen Shu to properly educate his son.

Otherwise, the boss wouldn't have rushed over to offer a toast before all the dishes were served. He was afraid that if he arrived late, Chen Shu and the others would get drunk and he wouldn't be able to discipline them.

Thinking about it this way, it all makes sense now that the boss had deliberately scolded his son in front of everyone; it was a little bit of reverse psychology.

"Mr. Li, tell me, what does your son call our Captain Chen at home?" Chen Chuan, who had drunk several bottles of beer with Mr. Li, naturally noticed the guy's little scheme. However, everyone could understand the difficulties of being a parent.

Mr. Li glanced back at the door, and seeing no one in the corridor, he gave a thumbs-up and said excitedly, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion:

"A true hero!"

Tch! Not again?

Even places where people drink are putting on this kind of show.

How embarrassing! Chen Shu was so uncomfortable, he was practically picking at his toes!
(End of this chapter)