Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 231 Did you order takeout?

Inside the Santana.

After listening to Chen Shu's explanation, Zhang Yang followed his line of thought and said, "According to Officer Chen, the next step in the plan should be to have this officer pretend to be a food deliveryman and go upstairs to knock on the door. If someone actually opens the door and confronts him, the excuse is that the delivery was made to the wrong room?"

"Not bad." Chen Shu affirmed Zhang Yang's assessment, then instructed Zhu Chaoran to begin the operation. "Fatty, go change your clothes. We'll proceed according to this plan. Do you know their floor and room number?"

"I don't know, can you send me a picture? The clothes are in the trunk, I'll go change now."

Zhu Chaoran turned his massive body around and climbed out of the car.

Zhang Yang was still pondering Chen Shu's "account nurturing" scheme when he casually remarked, "Officer Chen, your method is truly insidious; most people couldn't withstand it. There's another advantage to nurturing these accounts."

Modern smartphones automatically add a note about the caller's profession when someone calls, such as delivery person, courier, or real estate agent. Wow, that's incredibly realistic!

In previous years, incoming calls to mobile phones would typically only display an unfamiliar number on the screen. However, modern smartphones can immediately add notes about the caller's profession, which indirectly increases the perceived authenticity of the call and lowers the suspicion of criminal suspects.

Chen Shu felt a jolt of excitement, realizing that he had underestimated this internet celebrity reporter.

However, this trick only works for Android phones; it probably won't work for iPhones.

He didn't interrupt, but encouraged Yangyang in a gentle tone, "Yangyang, you're right."

Yangyang?

They've even started using those nicknames, tsk tsk.

The other two people in the car were startled and exchanged glances, their eyes filled with gossip.

Zhang Yang, engrossed in his reasoning, hadn't thought that far ahead. He tapped his fair chin with his index finger and continued slowly, "If we work backwards like this, your WeChat account that's disguised as a clothing seller will be very useful. You'll have a WeChat account for selling clothes, and you'll also have a part-time job delivering packages and takeout. You can even coordinate between them."

Tsk tsk, these are all things we see every day, impossible to guard against. If this tactic is rolled out across the board, no one can resist. Let me think... hmm, I guess the persona of that clothing-selling WeChat account should be a beautiful young woman in her early twenties. Wait, I think a sexy, divorced widow with a child, supporting herself, would be even more effective? And then…

"That's incredibly insidious. Those moves really show a deep understanding of human nature. Officer Chen, you seem to have quite a lot of life experience."

Seeing that the topic was getting further and further off track, Chen Shu made an excuse to open the car door and run out.

"Fatty, are you dressed yet? Let's go!"

Nebula Building, Room B, 13th Floor, Office Lobby
An extremely sharp sound filled the room.

"I warned you not to be soft-hearted! So what if he's mentally challenged? Even a fool has to pay his debts! Didn't his father leave him a house? Go and mess with him, force him to pay off his debts!"

A woman wearing black-rimmed glasses and speaking in a hostile tone stood next to an office desk in the corner of the lobby, baring her teeth and claws at a young man standing inside with his head down.

"If you don't eat these chickens, other companies will eat them soon! You expect to get any soup? Not even a scrap will be left for you! Use your brain!"

Keep bombarding his contacts! Photoshop photos, send mass texts, send letters—use every method at your disposal. Curse him! Curse him to death! These debt-ridden scumbags deserve to be cursed! You! Get moving!

"Now!!!"

"immediately!!!"

"immediately!!!"

The young man who was being scolded shuddered and slumped back into his workstation. He grabbed the headset for call center operators hanging on the monitor and began another round of debt collection calls.

Seeing the man shakily get to work, the woman with black-rimmed glasses curled her lips in disdain. She then glanced around at the other workers scattered throughout the lobby and shouted again:

"Get your act together! It's only seven o'clock, are you already tired? Get moving!" The brief silence in the hall, which had been broken by the woman with black-rimmed glasses' earlier insults, was immediately shattered, and the sounds of keyboards clicking and urgent phone calls filled the room again.

"Humph!"

A woman with black-rimmed glasses stood with her hands on her hips at the front of the office workstations, taking in all the call center operators. She exuded an imposing aura, her eyes filled with ruthlessness.

"Sister Li, Mr. Wang wants you to come over."

A short, shifty-eyed man scurried up to the woman with black-rimmed glasses and spoke respectfully.

The woman, referred to as Sister Li, glanced at the other woman and strode towards the Chairman's office.

Small but complete.

The company occupies an area of ​​about 300 square meters. In addition to the main office area, there are also the chairman's office, the general manager's office, the finance department, and a lounge. Upon closer inspection, a group of tattooed, permed-haired young men were sitting in the lounge, either smoking and chatting or listening to music and playing games. Compared with the busy telephone work in the main office area, it seemed rather incongruous.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Please come in."

Sister Li knocked on the door and entered the Chairman's office. She went straight to a chair in the room and sat down, nodding to a middle-aged man sitting inside as a greeting.

This was a man who was not old, but whose hair had turned gray early. He had slightly high cheekbones and narrow eyes. When he smiled, his eyes narrowed into slits, giving him a shrewd and calculating look.

Mr. Wang walked to the window, and under Sister Li's watchful gaze, he quickly lifted the red cloth covering a plaque hanging on the wall. A line of large characters was written on it:
"May you practice great virtue and virtue!"

"Clap clap clap!"

The short man clapped his hands first, excitedly saying, "Mr. Wang's handwriting is vigorous and powerful, yet elegant!"

"You found this on your phone again, didn't you?" Mr. Wang teased with a smile as he examined the characters on the plaque.

The short man jumped up, waving his hands repeatedly: "How could that be? Don't believe me? Ask Sister Li! Sister Li, look at how well Mr. Wang writes his handwriting, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Wang's handwriting is always so beautiful."

Sister Li nodded in agreement, but then asked doubtfully, "Mr. Wang, did you call me here just to see this plaque?"

“These past few days I’ve been sitting here listening to you rant outside. I’ve had some thoughts on it. You know, the business we’re in, although it’s a bit shady and might not be exactly ethical, we still have to keep that in mind.”

As he spoke, Mr. Wang gently tapped the words "Great Virtue and Broad Conduct" on the plaque a few times.

He walked back to his desk with a smile, took out several stacks of banknotes tied with paper strips from the drawer under the desk, and threw them onto the desk.

"It's almost the end of the month, so let's give everyone some bonuses as an incentive."

Upon seeing the red bills, Sister Li, who had been frowning and stern-faced, immediately relaxed and replied with a smile, "President Wang, those people have been asking for trouble lately, and their performance has been terrible. You don't need to give them any more bonuses!"

"After a month of hard work, we should give you something in return. By the way, Sister Li, your portion is quite large, so we won't give you cash. I'll have Xiao Zhou transfer it to your account before tonight. It's all cash, so you can use it without worry."

Sister Li stood up to show her loyalty: "Mr. Wang, thank you so much. I'll definitely help you with next month's performance."

"boom!"

The office door was pushed open, and a man poked his head in: "Mr. Wang, Ms. Li, have you ordered takeout?"

(End of this chapter)