Shi Jingsheng

The first thing police officer Shi did after he came back was to go to Uncle Zheng's office to ask Fang Hui for his credit.

But the reward he asked for is different from what most people think.

Police officer Shi curled up on Director Zheng's black leather sofa, his body was still soft, and he was not in a good mood: "Just assign him a job, it's not too difficult. Anyway, you have unfinished cases on hand .”

Director Zheng sat on the small sofa beside him and looked at him: "This is not within the scope of his work."

Shi Jingsheng pouted: "He didn't like me in the first place. If you don't find him something to do, he will be angry at me all day long. How can he fall in love with you? Maybe the more time passes, the more he will hate me."

Hearing what he said, Chief Zheng felt a little hesitant, and frowned, "You...you can't leave people by your side."

"I'm with him." Hearing his tone loosen, Policeman Shi immediately recovered his spirits, "I swear, I will never leave his line of sight, and I promise to stick to him like a tail."

Director Zheng had a splitting headache and disgusted expression.

Police officer Shi begged again: "In the past few years, I have either stayed in the police station or followed them. I haven't gone out for a long time. It's more uncomfortable than being in prison. Being in prison can give you some wind."

Director Zheng sighed, patted Jingsheng Shi's skinny shoulders, and nodded to him: "Okay, I understand. But listen carefully, when you leave our door, you must stay with us every step of the way." Follow Xiaofang, and if there is any change, you have to report it immediately and go back. Also, I won't let you go too far."

Policeman Shi thought in his mind that if there is one, there is another, this time he can't run too far, there will be a next time, so he flattered Uncle Zheng very flatteringly, and then left happily.

Here he went out, and over there Director Zheng went through the backlog of cases on hand, then called Fang back and called him to his office.

Fang Hui entered the door and nodded to him: "Ju Zheng."

Director Zheng motioned for him to sit down, and came over with the case file that he picked out just now, and sat down, but he was not in a hurry to hand over the things to the other party: "Xiao Fang, how are you getting used to it these few days?"

Fang Hui's eyes fell on the file bag on the coffee table, and he said expressionlessly: "It's okay."

Director Zheng smiled and said, "I know all the cases you handled in the past. They were all beautiful. The organization also believes in your professional level. I know that you are a good seedling."

Fang Huihui looked back at Director Zheng without saying a word.

He understands the leaders' way of saying that they first praise you as a natural and then give you a "but" turning point and hit you hard on the head.

Sure enough, Director Zheng said a "but" in the next second, but what he said made Fang Hui a little confused.

Director Zheng said: "But Xiao Fang, no matter how strong your professional ability is, you can still give priority to completing the tasks assigned by your superiors. You understand which is more important, don't you think so?"

Fang Hui frowned slightly: "Ju Zheng, I don't understand."

Chief Zheng waved his hand at him, but without explaining, he pushed the portfolio on the table and continued, "Today, I will entrust this case to you, and at the same time I will entrust our police officers to you."

Fang Hui pursed his lips and remained silent.

Director Zheng said seriously: "Listen clearly, put your partner first in everything, don't let him out of your sight, if anything happens to him, I'm the only one to ask."

Fang Hui and Director Zheng looked at each other for a moment, then reached out to pick up the file bag on the table: "Will you give me an explanation?"

When Director Zheng saw him going to get the file bag, he knew that he had agreed to his conditions. He leaned back, leaned into the sofa, and crossed his legs and made a "get out" gesture to him: "It's not time yet."

Fang Hui nodded, stood up and walked out while taking out the things in the file bag.

At this time, he had already vaguely realized that Shi Jingsheng was different from himself, and everyone in this case was different, but because of insufficient known conditions, he didn't know which direction to deduce more content—— Moreover, to be honest, he is not such a curious person.

It's just that such speculation will inevitably make him question, what kind of role is he playing in this?