Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 798 Little Huang is My Brother (Part 2)

He Chengfeng became increasingly reluctant to return the items.

He gently picked up one of the special-supply cigarette packs, leaned back in his executive chair behind his desk, squinted, and carefully examined the yellow packaging and gold lettering.

Imagine those high-ranking officials and nobles, perhaps they too once sat leisurely in chairs, gently gliding their slender fingers between the yellow cigarette packs.

Slowly tear open the packaging, place the cigarette between your lips, and then light it with a delicate lighter. Take a deep drag, and the white smoke swirls around your fingertips.

call.

He Chengfeng rested the back of his head on the thick, soft headrest, fully enjoying this moment of peace, and a feeling of indescribable satisfaction welled up in his heart.

Logically speaking, he should be very self-aware. As the deputy captain of the criminal investigation team, and one of the few, he wouldn't normally be entitled to such treatment, even if he had such thoughts.

These gifts are not only rare and valuable in terms of material possessions, but also a symbol of one's identity and status within the system, and of being recognized by others.

For example, if you wanted to curry favor with the lowest-ranking clerk, would you bring ten cartons of cigarettes when you visited him? If you invited him to dinner, would you serve him several bottles of Maotai?

The value of a gift is equated with social status.

He Chengfeng leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped in front of his chest. He looked around at the pile of black plastic bags on the table with a sense of satisfaction, and also enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention and being valued.

He quietly enjoyed this special treatment, as if the whole world was saluting him.

This feeling is intoxicating.

However, as a mere deputy captain, what right did he have to receive such a gift that overstepped his rank?

In ordinary times, others respectfully address him as "Officer" or "Captain," but in the eyes of higher-ups, he is...

Thinking of this, He Chengfeng quickly took out his phone from his pocket and sent Chen Shu a short message, both to let him know that he had received the local specialties and to set the tone for this exchange.

To outsiders it might seem like a joke, but those within the group understand the underlying meaning.

"Officer Chen, you can rest assured, Xiao Huang is my brother from now on!"

Putting down his phone, He Chengfeng pondered that while they were still in Yunnan Province, they should get something tangible for Xiao Huang.

Since they're being so understanding, he can't be stingy.

Who knows, I might have to empty my pockets to save up some cash.

At this moment, He Chengfeng's face showed a mixture of worry and pride.

"Ah chirp!"

In a five-star hotel room, Chen Chuan sneezed loudly and muttered to himself, "Wow, which beautiful lady is thinking of me?"

"Have some shame, Chen Chuan. Can't you act like a police officer?" Chen Shu replied cheerfully, looking at his phone screen.

"Look at you smiling so brightly, are you trying to seduce some young girl again?" Chen Chuan teased, deliberately moving his face closer to Chen Shu, wanting to see his phone.

Chen Shu simply handed over the phone and said with a smile, "That kid Huang Mao's deputy captain, He Chengfeng, said that he would arrange some petty theft cases for Huang Mao to practice on later, and then give him some gang or mobile cases when he's ready. He'll train him slowly."

Most people think that the police are using a sledgehammer to crack a nut when handling theft cases, but in reality, these are the cases where people are truly trained.

Especially when dealing with habitual offenders who treat the police station like their own home, their smooth tongues are so slick they could be fried in a pan several times over.

Having undergone numerous interrogations and encountered many police officers, he was intimately familiar with the tactics of playing the good cop/bad cop and the confession/bluffing, perhaps even more adept at them than some new recruits.

In addition, their repeated training in detention centers and prisons may have caused them a lot of suffering, but their experience and knowledge have also increased accordingly.

Compared to someone like Zheng Jie, who was caught by the police for his first murder, this kind of person is like a PhD who studied abroad compared to a child who just graduated from kindergarten and knows nothing but being stubborn and crying.

However, with experienced veteran detective He Chengfeng helping him out, Huang Mao is unlikely to make any mistakes and may even actually improve.

Chen Chuan took the phone, examined it carefully, and read it several times from beginning to end. A satisfied smile appeared on his face: "This old guy is pretty savvy." Ding-dong.

I received another message from this shrewd old man.

They said the bureau had commended Huang Mao and would deliver the award to his home in a couple of days, inviting Chen Shu and others to attend. Then, the brigade would arrange a celebratory banquet that evening for everyone to have a good time.

Tsk tsk, this old guy, he's really got it. Chen Chuan nodded as he read, tossed his phone to Chen Shu, and casually asked, "Yellow Hair got a credit and asked us to deliver the award to his house during the day and then have dinner together tonight. Want to go?"

"Really? This case shouldn't have been reported for arrest yet. How come they've already awarded merit? Is this because they're giving us face, so they shortened the process, or did they just take other people's spots?" Chen Shuxian asked, somewhat surprised and puzzled.

"Who cares? What does this have to do with us?" Chen Chuan, with his back to Chen Shu, scoffed and asked, "Hey, are you going or not?"

"go."

Chen Shu looked relieved and said, "It seems that Huang Mao has settled down at work."

"Tch. You meddle in everything. I don't even know what to say to you. A sanctimonious hypocrite? Let me tell you, in a novel, someone like you would be the first to die."

Chen Chuan sprang from the bed onto the floor with a somersault, put his hands behind his head, and kicked his feet as he walked out, saying with a grin, "It's a deal, my quota for the second half of the year depends on you! My Captain Chen."

"Absolutely, you're a great contributor!" Chen Shu agreed without hesitation, then laughed heartily, "Haha, those two packs of cigarettes and tea you gave me are such a good deal."

Deal my ass!
Chen Chuan, who had been quite pleased with himself, suddenly felt his mood plummet.

This matter cannot be explained directly to Chen Shu, otherwise the other party will definitely drag him to retrieve that big lump of stuff, and Chen Chuan is not going to do such a shameful thing.

But if I don't talk to someone about the money I've spent, I really feel bad.

Chen Chuan would never do a business that loses money.

So, who should we contact?

It needs to be able to put the "bi" (a slang term for a person's name) into practice, and also allow them to have a great time.

"Book, I'm going to go play with Lao Zhu for a while."

A moment later, a gasp came from the room two rooms away.

"Holy shit!"

"Fuck you!"

"I XXX!"

"Chen Chuan! I'm impressed! No doubt about it! Tonight I have to down three drinks, no, three bottles!"

At this moment, Chen Chuan, who was standing in front of Zhu Yiba with his hands on his hips, suddenly felt relieved, and the stuffiness in his chest was finally swept away.

To make Zhu Yiba, who is extremely arrogant to the core, submit to Chen Chuan's temper is such a profitable deal!
Unable to contain himself, Chen Chuan's mouth stretched almost to his ears in a wide grin.

This was the first time he had ever discovered that gift-giving could bring such joy.

In one word, cool!

Three words: Absolutely awesome!
This instance is for gifting. This kind of thing is very common in life, and if used well, it can really make you go to heaven and earth.

Old Xiong will also share some practical tips. There are only two kinds of hard currency: cigarettes and taffy. These are the safest bets.

If a downgrade is necessary, then replace Huazi with Nanjing and Maozi with Minjiang; the number of each must be in pairs.

If the recipient hasn't explicitly expressed appreciation or interest in the product, giving away wine, spirits, and tea—all products sold on Pinduoduo—will likely offend them.

Even if you are very knowledgeable and experienced, don't give it away.

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(End of this chapter)