Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 779 Ignorance
As the main culprit in the murder case, after Chen Shu and others brought Zheng Jie back to the Criminal Investigation Brigade, a brigade-level leader from the local police finally appeared. A middle-aged man who looked somewhat serious but tried to be polite personally greeted everyone.

He politely thanked them, politely imprisoned the person, and then politely expressed his gratitude again.

They said that the case would be taken over by the major crime unit of their criminal investigation brigade, and experienced veteran criminal police officers would be dispatched to handle the case specially, and the case would definitely be solved in the shortest possible time.

Finally, the brigade leader casually waved his hand, signaling Huang Mao to take good care of the guests who had come from afar, and then left like a busy spinning top.

Huang Mao, the police officer in charge of the murder case, was responsible for receiving the suspects.

The group sat in the conference room, looking at each other, an awkward silence hanging in the air.

Even the steaming late-night snacks on the conference table didn't taste so good anymore.

Zhu Yiba reacted quickly, immediately standing up and bending down to hand out cigarettes to everyone.

The once proud platoon leader of the special operations team has now truly humbled himself and lost all pride for the sake of his little brother, Huang Mao.

No amount of face can compare to the substance of one's own brother.

If Grandpa Zhu were present at this moment, he would have stared wide-eyed at the changes in his son, utterly astonished.

This guy, who always looked down on everyone, actually humbled himself and offered cigarettes to a young soldier from a rural background.

"I said, you guys came all this way, it wasn't easy for you, so it's neither reasonable nor ethical for you to get involved in the investigation of this case."

"Mr. Chuan, please bear with me."

"I'll take responsibility? I can't afford to take responsibility for our Platoon Leader Zhu's cigarettes."

Chen Chuan snorted coldly, his face stern, but he still held out two fingers to take the cigarette, then leaned towards Zhu Yiba, ready to enjoy the highest tribute from one man to another: lighting a cigarette.

Zhu Yiba kicked out.

Chen Chuan dodged by turning his backside and said with a grin, "We're brothers, no need to thank me."

"Xiao Hai, you've worked hard these past few days."

Zhu Yiba offered the cigarette to Jiang Hai, who declined.

Zhu Yiba thought that made sense; the other person was still a student at the police academy and shouldn't have picked up the bad habit of smoking so early.

However, Chen Chuan, who was sitting next to him, didn't care. He casually took the cigarette from Zhu Yiba's hand and shoved it into Jiang Hai's hand.

"Come on, who here hasn't been to the police academy? Take it, this is your brother Ba's kind gesture, we brothers can't act like outsiders."

Jiang Hai hesitated for a moment, glanced several times in the direction Chen Shu was sitting, and then pushed the cigarette back.

Chen Chuan stepped in front of Jiang Hai, then pulled out an unopened pack of yellow cigarettes from his pocket and tossed them, along with Zhu Yiba's cigarette, into Jiang Hai's arms.

"Take it, otherwise you'll be looking down on me."

"Thank you, Brother Ba and Brother Chuan."

Jiang Hai accepted it without hesitation.

I have to mention the rooftop of the police academy dormitory; it's the boys' favorite place to hang out, besides the basketball court.

The admission ticket was cigarettes.

If you can also carry a pack of good cigarettes, you'll suddenly gain a large number of adopted sons, and they'll willingly listen to you boast for the time it takes to smoke a cigarette.

Of course, if you're still not satisfied, your godsons can wait for two or three cigarettes' worth of time, depending on your own stock.

"Chen Da, thanks to you this time." Zhu Yiba offered Chen Shu a cigarette, his tone filled with heartfelt gratitude. After Chen Shu put the cigarette in his mouth, Zhu Yiba immediately took out a lighter and lit it for him. Chen Shu smiled slightly, took out a small first-aid kit from under the table, and gently patted the kit, saying, "It's nothing, don't worry about it. I saw you injured your arm during the arrest earlier, let me take care of it first."

"Chen Da, it's nothing serious, it's not a serious injury." Zhu Yiba scratched his head, looking rather embarrassed.

"Of course you're fine. If something were wrong, I would have taken you to the hospital already." Chen Shu patted Zhu Yiba's shoulder, took a drag of his cigarette, and the smoke trailed lightly in the air before slowly dissipating.

Zhu Yiba carried the suitcase to the side.

The meeting room fell silent again.

The blond-haired man sat in the corner, looking around for a long time, glancing at his phone and then looking towards the corridor by the door, before finally lowering his head.

Jiang Hai, however, didn't have so many thoughts. Although he accepted the cigarettes, he didn't dare to smoke them directly in front of Chen Shu. Instead, he took a takeout meal and started slurping it down.

A few minutes later, a loud bang suddenly rang in his ears. He lost his balance and spilled half of the soup. Jiang Hai looked up blankly.

boom!
Young Master Chen jumped out, slammed his hand on the table, and said to the only police officer in the conference room wearing a police uniform, "Yellow Hair, were you the one who received the report for this case? Were you the one who handled the scene? Did you lead the team for the initial investigation and evidence collection?"

Chen Chuan's three consecutive questions made Huang Mao bury his already lowered head even deeper. His uneasy appearance made him look like a student who had done something wrong. Even if he had a thousand reasons to feel wronged, he still dared not speak up in rebuttal when faced with the teacher's questioning.

Zhu Yiba, who was sitting to the side and trying to reduce the swelling in his elbow, trembled slightly upon hearing this. He shook his head, screwed the cap back on the bottle of anti-swelling medicine, and said, "Chen Chuan, don't talk about Huang Mao. He's always been like this in the army; he never knows how to take credit or show off."

"The credit belongs to whoever does it. Everyone has eyes, they're not blind," Huang Mao muttered.

"These platitudes are just for fooling honest people. You're such an old man, how come you don't understand such basic principles?" What started as a joke turned into a harsh criticism from Chen Chuan.

It's not really Huang Mao's fault. First of all, this kind of workplace training and methods are completely different from the style in the military; secondly, it's too difficult to figure it out on your own.

If there isn't a mentor within the system to guide them, most people who only know how to bury themselves in hard work will just become stepping stones for others.

People who can forge their own path are one in a hundred.

Zhu Yiba looked at Chen Chuan and knew that Chen Chuan was treating Huang Mao as one of his own because of him. Otherwise, Chen Chuan, who was known as the all-around lubricant in the company, would never have said such annoying things.

Honest advice is hard to hear; even a child knows this.

After graduating from university, he spent many years stationed on the border of Yunnan Province. He only heard his elders mention these power struggles and tricks a few times during his annual visits home. He didn't know the specifics of what they were.

After all, he was the platoon leader of the blond-haired guy, so he had to make a statement.

Zhu Yiba said, "Yellow Hair, you should fight for and grab the credit that's rightfully yours. Don't worry, we all support you. Here's what we'll do: go to the office and find your brigade leader. We'll sit here and wait for you."

Chen Chuan stood with his arms crossed, not saying a word, but his eyes were full of agreement.

"Ahem." Chen Shu coughed twice, and when everyone's attention was focused on him, he first pointed at Chen Chuan and said, "You, a rich young master who doesn't care whether his friends are rich or not."

Hearing this, Jiang Hai turned his questioning gaze to Zhu Yiba sitting next to him, waiting for the other party's explanation: Why doesn't Brother Chuan care whether they have money or not?

Having spent a lot of time with the two police officers surnamed Chen, Zhu Yiba said in a low voice quickly, "Ahem, anyway, none of them are as rich as him."

After saying that, Zhu Yiba immediately lowered his head and lowered his eyes, adopting an attitude of listening attentively.

Chen Shu then pointed at Zhu Yiba and said, "You, a guy with an antenna on his head."

Jiang Hai immediately perked up his ears. No matter how he looked at him, he never would have guessed that the dark-skinned, muscular demobilized military officer next to him was someone with antennas.

After a pause, Chen Shu continued, somewhat annoyed, "The two of you have the nerve to give Huang Mao pointers? To tell him to compete with others for credit? How? Why? On what grounds? Are you pretending to be ignorant?"

The office immediately fell silent.

(End of this chapter)