Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 800 Your son is doing well.

At this moment, the loud-voiced village chief finally squeezed through the excited crowd and got to He Chengfeng's side. The two chatted for a few minutes and the misunderstanding was cleared up.

The village chief breathed a sigh of relief, turned to the villagers who were gathered around, and shouted, "Huang Sansheng! Little Huang isn't dead! He even got a commendation from the Public Security Bureau! He received an award! Everything's alright now! Everyone, disperse! Go home!"

After hearing the village chief's loud, gruff explanation, the villagers all showed expressions of relief. They knew that Xiao Huang was not dead, but had made a contribution to his work unit, and that his unit was sending people over to deliver a plaque and certificate of merit. Only then did they all make way for the road that was blocked.

However, getting them to go home is absolutely impossible.

Going home is nowhere as fun as joining in the fun here.

He Chengfeng finally sorted things out and turned around to look at Chen Shu and his group, who had come with them to deliver the award, with a somewhat helpless expression.

He shrugged: "I'm so sorry, I was too rushed in the early stages and didn't arrange the work properly. Please forgive me."

Chen Shu waved his hand with a smile: "Haha, I understand! Our frontline law enforcement units are too busy handling cases to have extra manpower for these arrangements. It's already quite an achievement that you were able to deliver the award to Xiao Huang's home."

As he spoke, Chen Shu raised his right hand, which was wearing a watch, and tapped the watch face with his index finger with a smile, jokingly saying, "It's alright, it didn't take up too much time. I reckon we can still make it to the auspicious time we've set, haha."

In the short time that followed, the other police officers had also finished setting up their equipment.

At the very front were plaques held in the arms of Zhu Yiba and Chen Chuan, one on each side, which read "Family of Third-Class Meritorious Officials" and below them were the names of their branch offices.

The person holding the wooden box in the back is Jiang Hai, and inside the box is a third-class merit certificate.

Further back, two auxiliary police officers from the local criminal investigation unit held up wooden poles on either side, raising a red banner high with a large line of yellow characters written on it.

"Warmest congratulations to Comrade Huang Sansheng on being awarded the Third-Class Merit."

At the very back stood a group of neatly dressed police officers, which immediately created an imposing atmosphere.

In the crowd, Jiang Hai turned to his senior brother standing to the side with a bitter face, looking uncomfortable and embarrassed: "Brother Shu, are you kidding me? What kind of merit did Brother Huang Mao get?"

Faced with Jiang Hai's question about the level of merit, Chen Shu was also a little unsure.

Logically speaking, such a grand event should at least warrant a second-class merit award.

In their hometown, if someone receives a third-class merit award, it's usually just a matter of exchanging cigarettes with colleagues, or at most, treating someone to a late-night snack when they work overtime. That's considered a very grand gesture.

How could they possibly go to such lengths to come to the village?

The police in Yunnan Province, to be fair, don't seem like they have nothing better to do than sit around doing nothing.

In addition, in Donghai Province, only military personnel are allowed to perform the ceremony of sending plaques and banners to one's hometown. Furthermore, for the activities in the countryside, in addition to the military officers present, leaders from the town and street must also accompany them.

Even the traffic police in the jurisdiction have to cooperate.

In all his years working for the police force, Chen Shu had never heard of such a thing. Besides, aren't these award-giving events usually handled by political officers?

How come you managed to settle things with Cheng Feng, a deputy captain, all at this moment?
At the very least, the battalion's instructor or deputy instructor should at least show up.

He looked down at the signboard bearing the name "XXX Public Security Bureau" and fell into deep thought.

Zhu Yiba, standing at the very front, was very excited. He looked around with a big smile on his face, and occasionally glanced at Chen Chuan, who was also holding a plaque, as if afraid that the other party would slack off.

"Chen Chuan! Can you straighten your back? Look like a policeman, okay?"

"Hey Lao Zhu, I'm here today to work overtime for free! Do you understand? It's completely voluntary, I'm not getting paid, so what are you complaining about?"

Chen Chuan picked his nose, hunched over, looking quite like a police thug. If it weren't for the fact that the plaque in his hand would fall to the ground and get muddy, Zhu Yiba would have loved to drop the plaque and give this young master Chen a good kick without a second thought.

Under the village chief's direction, the crowd of onlookers slowly made way for Cheng Feng, who straightened his police uniform collar and led his fully equipped team forward.

The village chief stopped them with a smile, saying that he would arrange another team to entertain everyone in a moment.

As they spoke, a rather cheerful piece of music began to play from the courtyard of the village committee behind the village.

Villagers, wearing red cloth hats and holding various musical instruments, lined up and walked out of the courtyard.

The lead musician raised his suona high, the melody was bright and the high-pitched sound carried far and wide through the village.

The booming flower drums followed closely behind, with the drummers flipping their drumsticks in a dazzling display, creating a rhythmic and energetic sound.

Next comes the indispensable gong and cymbals, their clear and crisp sounds ringing out.

At the very end of the procession, several sturdy villagers carried a large gong and slowly walked out, elevating the already lively procession to another level.

This scene is truly spectacular.

The crowd immediately erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers. The village children appeared out of nowhere, running around the band and police officers with giggles and laughter.

It has to be said that the village chief's arrangement was quite clever, and the smile on He Chengfeng's face became even brighter, it seems that he also quite likes such a lively atmosphere.

The group marched to Huang Sansheng's house with drums and gongs.

The commotion they caused along the way was quite significant. When they arrived at Huang Sansheng's house, there were already several elderly villagers standing at the door.

The man in the middle, who looked to be in his fifties, had a worried expression on his face and his eyebrows were furrowed tightly. When he saw the group coming, he looked around as if he was looking for someone in the group.

The village chief pointed at him and shouted, "Hey, this is Xiao Huang's father, Huang Daniu!"

After the introduction, the village chief quickly signaled the band to stop playing, then raised his right hand high and looked towards Huang Daniu, waiting for the crucial moment to make another move.

It must be said that the village chief's skill in music composition, whether it's his innate sensitivity, his cultivated maturity, or his focus, deserves a sincere thumbs up.

He Chengfeng stepped forward a few steps and snapped his hand up in a standard salute.

After lowering his arm, He Chengfeng politely asked, "Hello Huang Daniu, are you Huang Sansheng's father?"

Huang Daniu was somewhat stunned and did not answer Cheng Feng's question.

He turned his head to look at the police team behind He Chengfeng and asked in a low voice, "Sir, where is my husband, Huang Sansheng? Didn't he come today?"

He Chengfeng nodded: "He is the police officer in charge of the case. He has to organize and sign all the documents, so he can't leave for the time being."

Huang Daniu didn't know what a case was or what it meant to be the person in charge. He just couldn't see his son, so he felt uneasy and couldn't help but think about it in that direction.

He said "Oh," and looked away, but didn't dare to look at He Chengfeng. He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Boss, my son... he... he's really alright, isn't he?"

"Nothing happened, you're fine! You got a third-class merit this time, and we came here today to tell you the good news." He Chengfeng's tone was firm, especially the words "tell you the good news," which were pronounced with a rising tone. He took advantage of the moment when the band stopped playing to announce the news.

"Are you really alright?" Huang Daniu's eyebrows slowly relaxed.

"It's really nothing!" He Chengfeng said firmly. "Don't worry, your son is doing great at work, just running around! By the way, I'm Xiao Huang's deputy captain, He Chengfeng."

(End of this chapter)