Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 780 Farewell
Huang Mao seemed a little awkward in this atmosphere. It wasn't that he didn't understand everyone's good intentions, but he himself wasn't good at it.

From the moment he joined the army, he never put any thought into these areas.

Obedience is our duty; just follow the squad leader.

This is Huang Mao's heartfelt thought.

The problem now is that everyone put in a lot of effort to help him win the case, and it seemed like he was about to reap the rewards, but someone else snatched it all away.

Sitting in the corner, the blond-haired man listened, a hint of confusion and contemplation flashing in his eyes.

"Yellow Hair, listen to me."

After reprimanding Zhu Yiba, Chen Chuan, and the others, Chen Shu's voice softened. He said to the blond-haired man huddled to one side, "Whether you're a policeman or doing something else, ability is important, but knowing how to showcase your abilities and how to make your efforts visible to your superiors is equally important."

The blond-haired man grunted a few times, seemingly understanding but not quite.

As a police academy student who had not yet started working, the precocious Jiang Hai could sense the deeper meaning in Chen Shu's words.

For example, at their police academy, excellent grades in all subjects are not very useful.

Even in the semesterly scholarship evaluations, which, on the surface, should be based primarily on academic performance, in practice, individual grades only account for 70% of the total score, with the remaining 30% allocated to student leaders.

That leaves a lot of room for maneuver.

For example, if you get the highest score in your class, a perfect score of 100, you might think that getting a first-class scholarship might be a bit difficult, but getting a second-class scholarship is practically guaranteed.

As a result, the student leader's reasoning that you were unconventional, unsociable, and disobedient was not wrong. After all, in order to get top grades, you spent every day studying in the library and did not have time to interact with your classmates or participate in class activities.

As a result, the student leaders gave you a score of 10, so your total score is now 80.

Then a guy who was usually carefree and irresponsible suddenly appeared. His academic performance was just average, only at the middle level of the class, and maybe even a little below average, with a score of 72.

But the student leaders praised him as a hardworking comrade who had contributed to the group. Of course, you didn't know exactly how he had contributed, since you weren't a mind reader for the student leaders or this classmate, watching what they were doing every day.

Finally, the student leaders gave a performance score of 30 points, the highest possible score.

Adding them together, it's 80.4 points, which just beats you by a hair, taking away the scholarship you thought was a sure thing. Tell me, aren't you angry?
This is a minor matter. Some people might think it's just kids playing house and it's a bit childish. Let's talk about something bigger.

Job position.

The level of one's starting point and platform can directly determine the height a person can reach in the next ten years. For any police academy student, the first job is of extraordinary importance.

Excluding external factors, from an individual perspective, if you want to get a better job after graduation, you must first make sure that the college leaders know you exist and recognize your abilities, and only then can you consider excellent grades.

Imagine you're always number one in exams, but when it comes to awarding first prizes and scholarships, it's always that one unexpected "oddball" who comes out of nowhere and gets to go up on stage to receive the award.

As this continues year after year, will the college leaders presenting the awards think you're more outstanding, or will they think they are?
To put it bluntly, your boss might never even know who you are.

Therefore, grades are just the initial threshold, serving as a stepping stone.

Returning to reality, starting with this murder case, their group has been isolated at every turn. In a sense, the problem should lie with Huang Mao himself. Although the environment within the system is relatively fairer than society at large, it is still subject to interpersonal relationships and social niceties. No matter how well one performs at work, superficial appearances are still more important.

Since we can't change our environment, we have to change ourselves.

Chen Shu looked at the blond-haired man who was practically burying his head in his arms and comforted him, "What you said earlier is very true. Everyone here has eyes. Everyone in the unit can see how well the case is being handled."

"Really?" The blond-haired man raised his head, his eyes shining as he looked at Chen Shu.

Seeing his innocent appearance, Chen Shu felt a little embarrassed to continue lecturing him. He handed him a cigarette and said slowly, "Don't listen to Chen Chuan's nonsense about age. You just transferred from the army to civilian life, so it's normal to encounter problems since you're not used to it and you don't have any comrades to help you."

The blond-haired man nodded repeatedly, somewhat embarrassed: "Yes, although I used to be a policeman, when I arrived at the place and put on the police uniform, I still felt strange. Whether it was the people around me or the environment, I just felt a bit out of place."

Chen Shu helped light the fire and continued, "Take your time. Look, isn't that forensic doctor Lao Tang from the military? Although he's a bit older and might not be too keen on hanging out with younger people, he's been in the unit a long time and is a forensic doctor, a technical position, so he has some influence with the leaders."

"You should talk to Old Tang more often in the future, oh no, I mean, go smoke with him more often. Find out what kind of cigarettes he likes, offer him a few, and go to his office to chat whenever you have nothing to say. If you really run out of things to talk about, just smoke together. After a few months, you'll be one of us."

"Hmm!" Huang Mao nodded emphatically, as if he had suddenly acquired a treasure like "The Art of War" to enhance his intelligence.

The atmosphere gradually eased, and they started chatting. They realized that being taken advantage of wasn't such a big deal, and after a few more banter, it was over.

The takeout food on the table had long since gone cold, but no one minded. They just opened the boxes and started eating, since they had been busy all night and were really hungry.

After finishing their late-night snack, the group had finished their conversation in the conference room and, feeling that Huang Mao and his gang were unlikely to reappear, Chen Shu and the others got up to say goodbye.

"Thank you!"

Huang Mao escorted everyone to the gate of his workplace, expressing his sincere gratitude: "Once I'm done with my work, I'll definitely show you all around Yunnan Province!"

For days and nights, she helped him solve the case without considering personal gain or loss; anyone could feel this kind of friendship.

"Alright, we'll all go home by the time you're done with your work," Chen Chuan said with a smile, teasingly.

"Brother Huang Mao, if you have the chance to come to Dongzhou next time, I'll take you to eat something delicious!" Jiang Hai was a little reluctant to part. After all, it was the first time in his life that he had actually participated in the investigation of a murder case as a prospective police officer, so he was still grateful to Huang Mao, the police officer in charge.

"Keep up the good work," Chen Shu encouraged.

"Yes, Sir!"

The blond-haired man chuckled lightly, and mimicking the Hong Kong police and gangster movies, he raised his knee, stomped his foot, and gave a Hong Kong-style salute.

Zhu Yiba and Huang Mao gave each other a big hug goodbye, and Zhu Yiba patted Huang Mao's back forcefully.

"Brother, keep up the good work!"

"Yes, Platoon Commander!"

(End of this chapter)