Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 796 Little Huang is My Brother (Part 1)

Gift-giving is a social science discipline with a very high ceiling and a very low floor.

In terms of its potential, this is a highly sophisticated skill that requires observing people's hearts and accurately seizing opportunities.

Besides the usual material gifts, the most common method used by experts is to give spiritual gifts, also known as winning hearts and minds.

Its highest level is to incorporate the recipient's needs, preferences, and emotions into the gift through meticulous observation, without the recipient being aware of it.

There are hundreds of such top-notch gift-giving methods.

For example, a chance encounter with love, a consistently successful stock market guru, or a master calligrapher whose work is widely applauded all have extremely strict standards for the process and methods.

Of course, such upper limits can only be met by a very small number of people, not to mention within prefecture-level cities, even within the scope of provincial departments.

In most cases, there is no such need in the criminal investigation teams at the district and county levels.

Yes, but you only need to meet the minimum requirement and deliver the gift to the recipient.

Innovation and elegance in approach are of little importance.

Now, Chen Chuan has shown them a near-maximum method: quantitative change leading to qualitative change. The method is simple and brutal, but the result is overwhelming.

By the way, regardless of the upper or lower limit, the core element of this discipline is: you know it, I know it, but the rest of the world does not.

"Squeak."

A heavy iron door was pulled open, and a figure slipped inside.

"Ugh, all I want is a smoke and a cup of tea, and it's all so complicated. Anyone who doesn't know better would think I'm carrying cash."

He Chengfeng carried a black plastic bag and walked upstairs to his office. Although he kept making self-deprecating jokes, his light steps and cheerful figure showed that he was still quite willing to do such troublesome things.

In fact, I even find some enjoyment in it.

He Chengfeng, as one of the deputy captains of the unit, was not a high-ranking official, with only a little more authority than a staff member, but he was still watched by quite a few people.

Instead of choosing the convenient elevator, he opened the fire door, which he rarely used, and walked through the fire escape.

While climbing the stairs, He Chengfeng couldn't help but weigh the bag in his hand several times, feeling the real weight inside.

Thinking to myself that Officer Chen from another province was really a nice person who helped solve the case, I thought I would give him a nice gift before he left.

As expected of a criminal investigator, she figured out his preferences in just a few days and gave him a gift that he simply couldn't refuse.

However, He Chengfeng also saw through the thoughts of this group of people.

The gifts they sent this time were nothing more than a hope that, as the leader of the brigade, he would take care of their comrade-in-arms, Xiao Huang.

"The gift is really nice, but it's just two packs of cigarettes and a tea cake. Don't expect me to take care of anything else."

He Chengfeng was secretly pleased, but he still had a clear idea of ​​how to arrange Xiao Huang's future work.

Although these people are capable and competent, they are from other provinces after all. There will be virtually no contact with them at work in the future, so there is no need to develop a deep relationship with them.

Although the cigarettes and tea cakes given were valuable, they weren't valuable enough to warrant He Chengfeng going to great lengths to help Xiao Huang. After all, favors aren't free.

On the contrary, this thing is more accurate than money in measuring value.

Within the system, the amount of money spent determines how much work is accomplished; the number of connections one has determines the amount of resources available.

These are all based on clear value standards that should not be easily transgressed.

"At most, let Huang Mao handle a few small cases to get some experience. What happens after that depends on his own fate. I'm not some big brother he's sworn brothers to, so I can't just fawn over him over a few cigarettes and tea. That would be too beneath me."

He Chengfeng climbed six floors and made a decision in his heart as he opened the fire door. As he passed the door of the office, a greeting came from inside.

"Hey, a police officer surnamed Chen came looking for you just now."

"Who? Officer Chen?" He Chengfeng paused briefly, twisted his foot, and turned to enter the internal affairs office.

A young woman was sitting in the office. She was an auxiliary police officer in the brigade headquarters, and she usually assisted the police officers in charge of internal affairs, doing some paperwork and logistical work.

This girl was quite snobbish. She was incredibly obsequious to the brigade leaders, but she showed a completely different face when dealing with the auxiliary police officers and patrol members of the brigade.

Women all have a tendency to admire strength, but some women are better at concealing it, while others are less adept and their admiration is more obvious. Some women are even too lazy to hide it, which is not surprising.

To be honest, pretty girls are probably pretty but have very little else to offer. If a man wants a stable life with a good wife and a good mother, he's better off finding a girl who grew up to be ordinary.

Being average-looking, having average grades, and having an average personality—that's the best choice.

"Yes, she said she's your good friend." The girl quickly got up, answered, and took out a disposable cup to pour a glass of water for her boss using the water dispenser.

Feeling thirsty, He Chengfeng picked up the cup and gulped down the drink, wondering if this so-called police officer surnamed Chen was actually Chen Shu.

We were chatting downstairs, how come we went all the way to his office?
He never mentioned this during our conversation. Why is that?

"What does he want from me?"

"Several people came and carried a lot of things into your office. They said they were specialties from their Donghai Province, and that you would definitely like them."

What kind of specialty product is it that requires so many people to carry it in?

Are you so sure I'll like it?
He Chengfeng was somewhat dismissive, instead feeling that Officer Chen was extremely unreliable.

If you want to show more affection, you might as well have sent a few more cartons of tea and cigarettes when you sent them earlier. Why bother sending some local specialties from your hometown as well?

How much are the local specialties worth, and how rare are they?
Why send so many people? Are you afraid that other people in the unit won't see it?

"Hey, I think these local specialties must be quite expensive," the girl said in a low voice, approaching He Chengfeng mysteriously.

"Oh? Why?" He Chengfeng asked dismissively.

The girl spoke quickly, as if asking for credit: "When they were moving things, Officer Chen kept telling them to be careful and not to damage anything. It sounded like cherries or other easily damaged fruits."

As she spoke, the girl couldn't help but swallow the saliva that was about to spill out, and looked enviously toward He Chengfeng's office: "He Da, if you can't finish it, can you share some with me?"

The cherries were alright; it took some effort to prepare them.

Although this stuff only costs around 60 or 70 yuan in decent places in Yunnan Province, the sheer volume makes it irresistible.

When the time comes, I'll distribute the money among the team members, and my colleagues will remember my kindness. Thinking about it that way, it's not a bad idea.

He Chengfeng felt a slight sense of relief and was about to leave when he keenly noticed the girl glancing unnaturally under the table.

He followed the other person's gaze and saw a small, transparent plastic bag peeking out from under the table.

It was filled with cherries.

He Chengfeng chuckled, appearing as if he had caught his subordinate in a compromising situation but was still trying to appear kind and approachable.

"You, remember to leave some for Xiao." He paused, then, as if remembering something, changed his tone and said, "Remember to pack a bag and send it to Officer Huang to have a taste."

"Oh, I see."

(End of this chapter)