Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 844 Easily

"This skinny old man is willing to spend a fortune to flatter his superiors."

Chen Chuan, who had been wandering aimlessly around the office, also came over and commented, "Can you make money with 100,000?"

According to the market price for piglets in northern Myanmar, the minimum is 200,000, but the "red envelope" price offered by KK Park even reached 300,000.

Director Wang smiled and said, "We'll just act as a go-between. When the person is brought back, you can just give him a bag of cash in person."

Jiang Hai raised his head, somewhat bewildered, his voice filled with uncertainty and a hint of anger: "How come the police are getting involved in business? Are they still the people's police?"

When questioned by the student from a police academy in a coastal province, Zhang Jian, as a senior, was not angry. He simply said calmly, "After your relatives and friends fall into the fire pit of northern Myanmar, you will be glad that you have such a channel."

Chen Shu remained silent.

Back then, he was a somewhat well-known star policeman in Dongzhou. When he heard the news that Zhang Yang had fallen in northern Myanmar, he felt helpless, just like most people.

For ordinary people, it would be even more hopeless. In such a situation, if someone could be rescued for 100,000 yuan, they would truly be considered a living saint.

As a result, after spending a lot of effort to rescue Zhang Yang, she ran back in less than two years.

Thinking of this, Chen Shu suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

It's about being flamboyant, but even more so about being true to oneself.

“Young man, real-life police officers aren’t as glamorous as they are on TV.” Zhang Jian chuckled with a touch of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry), his tone calm as if he were recounting something perfectly ordinary. “If we want to rescue people, we have to deal with these people. Otherwise, are you going to go to northern Myanmar to find them, or am I going to go to northern Myanmar to find them? Northern Myanmar is such a large area, how much time are you planning to spend?”

"But..." A series of questions left Jiang Hai speechless for a moment. He wanted to argue, but Chen Shu stopped him by raising his hand.

"Director Zhang, is this an isolated case or a widespread phenomenon?"

Chen Shu habitually began to think about the essence of the problem. If this was just due to the skinny old man's ability, then every profession has its brokers.

It's not something to be afraid of; what's truly worrying is that this phenomenon is widespread along the border of Yunnan Province.

That would be a big problem.

Chen Shu picked up Chen Jian's phone from the coffee table and examined the thin old man in the first landscape photo, as well as another middle-aged man standing on the other side, who also had a fawning expression.

“Officer Chen, I admire your observation and logical abilities.” Chen Jian smiled, pointed to the middle-aged man, and said frankly, “General Aung Soe Ling, a true Burmese.”

Wow!

A screeching sound of a chair scraping against the floor rang out.

Zhu Yiba, who hadn't spoken since entering, suddenly stood up, dragging his chair on the floor with a series of grating sounds.

His expression was complicated, and his face was slightly flushed; he was clearly taken aback by the name Zhang Jian had mentioned.

General Angsorin was the leader of the armed group to which Zoroson belonged when he was arrested by Zhu Yiba on the border of Yunnan Province.

On the highway, in a Horch car.

The atmosphere inside the car was somber, a far cry from the lighthearted atmosphere when everyone arrived at the police station.

Ding.

The sound of receiving a message on WeChat on my phone.

Ma Rongcheng quickly glanced at his phone and exclaimed with delight, "Officer Chen, they've found Zhang Yang. He's confirmed to be in the KK Industrial Park in eastern Myanmar. If all goes well, we should be able to see him as early as the day after tomorrow."

"Wow! Ouch!" Jiang Hai, sitting in the back seat, couldn't help but jump up, his head hitting the roof of the car. "That's so fast! This is much more efficient than going to Fujian to find those lawyers and leaders! By the way, Teacher Ma, should we give them 100,000 yuan in cash?" Ma Rongcheng laughed and said smugly, "With us here, how dare they ask for money? This is a chance to curry favor with them, they're all rushing to send people over."

In Yunnan Province, the police did not exercise much scrutiny or caution.

"Expert Ma, let's keep things separate and follow the rules. We'll have 100,000 yuan in cash ready tomorrow." Chen Shu glanced at the silent Zhu Yiba in the rearview mirror and replied, "Expert Ma, thank you so much for your help this time."

"You're welcome, you're welcome. We're like family." Ma Rongcheng's face beamed with joy.

He knew that the border police station had connections that led directly to the park to bail people out, but he never expected the matter to be resolved so quickly, far beyond his expectations.

Ma Rongcheng had been in the business world for many years and knew that being able to get things done and being good at getting things done were two completely different things.

For example, this task force, although there has been no progress in the case, has solved the major concern of Chen Shu, the team leader, which is a more effective achievement than solving the case.

The car remained quiet as Huo Xi steadily drove towards the Ruili Public Security Bureau.

Chen Shu quickly wrote a few words, closed the notebook, and didn't say a word.

His gaze fell on the scenery outside the window, his expression calm, yet concealing a deep weariness and helplessness.

Undeniably, after learning that Zhang Yang had been found, the thought of escaping resurfaced in his mind.

But what about Zhu Yiba?
"Any news about General Angsuo and Zoroson?" Zhu Yiba asked.

“We’ll have to wait and see. If the information provided by Zhang Jian is correct, Zoro Song should still be in the KK Industrial Park in eastern Myanmar.” Ma Rongcheng deliberately avoided mentioning General Aung Soe Ling.

Zhu Yiba didn't press for details. All he wanted was Zorro Song. Now that he knew the other party was in the KK Park, there were basically no other problems.

All that's left is for him to leave the country.

An hour later, the group arrived at the Ruili City Public Security Bureau.

A large crowd stood at the entrance of the Public Security Bureau, with the person in the lead wearing a white shirt, clearly a high-ranking police officer.

Ever since he saw the executive vice director's beaming smile at the provincial government office building, Ma Rongcheng's threshold for shock had been raised considerably.

Given the county-level configuration of the Ruili Public Security Bureau, it is highly unlikely that there would be a police supervisor there, so this white shirt must have come from the municipal bureau.

What kind of case is Chen Shu's task force handling? Ma Rongcheng wondered, glancing at Chen Shu sitting in the passenger seat. Chen Shu's expression was ordinary, without the excitement and enthusiasm that other junior officers showed when meeting a police superintendent.

"Wow! Is it the bureau chief coming down to pick us up?" Jiang Hai's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. "Teacher Ma, you guys are being way too hospitable!"

Enthusiasm my foot.

When a special task force comes, they arrange for people to wear white shirts to greet them. Are they just bored out of their minds?

Ma Rongcheng chuckled, gestured towards the front passenger seat, and said mysteriously, "It's all thanks to the experts in our task force."

"oh oh."

Jiang Hai was starting to understand, but his understanding wasn't quite complete.

Perhaps because he had spent too long in the police academy and was used to seeing teachers wearing the same white shirts, he didn't have a deeper understanding of this kind of big shot who was a force to be reckoned with at the grassroots level.

There's a sentence that sums it up quite well.

If you're not a policeman, seeing a white shirt is like a frog in a well looking at the moon in the sky; if you are a policeman, seeing a white shirt is like a mayfly seeing the blue sky.