Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 795 Half-Year Quota

After He Chengfeng left, Chen Shu glanced into the house and saw that Zhu Yiba and Huang Mao were still catching up inside, so he decided to find a place to wait by the door.

The two demobilized soldiers are now living in Yunnan Province and Donghai Province, thousands of miles apart. Who knows when they will meet again? They should take the opportunity to chat more.

Although social media is extremely convenient nowadays, with text, voice, and video calls being commonplace, and transportation is also highly developed, what seems like a long journey can actually be completed in half a day.

It sounds simple, but when you actually reach that age, it's really hard to meet up.

Take Chen Shu, for example. He studied at the provincial police academy, and all his classmates were from the same province. Even so, almost ten years after graduation, he still hasn't seen most of them.

I actually met him, but it was during a business trip when I passed through the area, and I just made a phone call to make up the time.

Soldiers like Zhu Yiba, who once performed special missions in the Special Operations Platoon, were reportedly not allowed to exchange phone numbers with each other when they were discharged from the military.

According to the rules, you can't even remember it.

After turning the corner of the corridor, Chen Shu saw Chen Chuan leaning against the wall, smoking.

Smoke rings rose sparsely, and several cigarette butts lay scattered at his feet.

"My dear captain, if Zhang Yang were your future wife, I could understand your brainless behavior. But what does Huang Mao have to do with you? Why are you helping him like this? Tell me, are you his platoon leader, his mother, or his long-lost father?"

Chen Chuan took a deep drag on his cigarette, deliberately exhaling the smoke slowly toward Chen Shu's face. His words were unpleasant, and his expression was also unpleasant.

Earlier at the hotel, Chen Shu suddenly ran to the room next door where Chen Chuan was staying. In order to help Huang Mao give gifts to the local public security leaders, he took Chen Chuan's cigarettes and tea, saying that he would make up the money for him after returning to Dongzhou.

Repair it? Can this thing even be repaired?

Thinking of this, Chen Chuan couldn't help but sigh softly, wondering if his old classmate really didn't know the price of the cigarettes and tea, or was just pretending to be confused.

Tea is relatively easy to obtain; if an ordinary policeman tightens his belt and lives frugally for a few months, he can still manage to get a tea of ​​roughly the same quality.

But these cigarettes are something you absolutely can't buy on the market.

People with a discerning eye, especially leaders who have seen a lot and pay attention to details, can tell from the cigarettes the smoker's hidden background and social standing.

After all, they're all government employees who get paid; they can't possibly drive luxury cars and wear expensive watches to work every day.

It's also impossible to be so careless with your words, telling everyone you meet about your background; that would only make people laugh.

Therefore, the fact that one can smoke specially supplied cigarettes every day demonstrates their value. Two key points: "every day" and "special supply"—this is called understated luxury, or hidden high-profile.

To the uninformed, it's just cigarettes and tea, nothing more. But to those in the know, it's a walking radiance, dazzling to the eye.

Chen Shu was in the wrong, so he could only force a smile: "That leader came to my room yesterday, and his squinty eyes were practically glued to your cigarettes and tea. I figured these were the things you brought out for leisure during your business trip, so I was going to show them what it's like, to let them know the breadth of our Donghai Young Master Chen!"

"Stop trying to flatter me, you son of a bitch. Let me tell you, it's useless!" Chen Chuan was still a little angry, pouting and huffing.

Chen Shu continued to coax, "Oh, just consider it a gift for Xiao Hai. I see you quite enjoy teasing Xiao Hai into smoking, don't you?"

Chen Chuan turned his head away and snorted coldly, "Xiao Hai is my junior brother, I'm happy to take care of him. Yellow Hair? I wouldn't have known who he was a few days ago! It's your business if you, Chen Shu, want to be a big shot, I don't object. But you can't just take my things to show off, don't you think?" Chen Shu was a little embarrassed and said awkwardly, "You're right, you're right, it was my fault. Hey, when I asked you for cigarettes and tea this morning, you seemed pretty calm and didn't object much."

As he spoke, Chen Shu's voice grew softer and softer, clearly indicating that he himself felt he was in the wrong.

"I thought you were going to use it for yourself!" Chen Chuan stomped his foot angrily, and the consequences were serious.

Chen Shu immediately admitted defeat, no longer making excuses for himself: "Brother Chuan, I was wrong. I won't do it again. Please, have mercy on me."

Chen Chuan turned his head away and snorted coldly, but the tone of his snort was rising, clearly indicating that he accepted Chen Shu's apology.

Chen Shu saw the situation clearly and knew that his old classmate had accepted his apology, so the matter was dropped.

He then waved his hand, dispersing the clump of smoke, and joked, "What, two packs of cigarettes and one cigarette, and you're already feeling the pinch from Young Master Chen, who swept through the nightlife scene in Donghai and made countless beauties scream?"

"It hurts! It hurts so much!" Chen Chuan followed suit and joked back.

He pressed his right hand to his chest, frowned, and bent over, exclaiming dramatically, "My brother, all those cigarettes and teas you've given out are my quota for the next six months! You know I'm a heavy smoker, and I'm also a heavy smoker. How am I going to survive the next six months?!"

"Woo. Woo."

As he spoke, Chen Chuan held his pinky finger to his eye, pretending to be teary-eyed.

The soft, moaning cries really did sound like something was breaking one's heart.

At that moment, a local policewoman walked down the corridor, staring wide-eyed at us, her eyes practically popping out of their sockets, her gaze filled with a vision of the apocalypse.

"Ahem." Unable to resist the gaze of the opposite sex, Young Master Chen straightened up, coughed a few times, and only after the policewoman left his sight did he begin to complain again, "You know how strict my old man is. The quota for the past six months has been used up. What are we going to do next?"

As she spoke, she prepared to start sobbing again.

"Two cartons? Half a year's quota?" Chen Shu was taken aback at first, then laughed and said, "Alright, I'll prepare ten cartons of Huazi for you after we get back to Dongzhou. If that's not enough, I'll buy you your entire quota for the next year."

"That's more like it." Chen Chuan finally stopped joking and said pitifully, "It's a deal."

Chen Shu nodded, then said earnestly, "Chen Chuan, thank you."

"Well... actually... well, it's just so-so."

Mr. Chen, who had been speaking eloquently the whole time, suddenly swallowed hard. Faced with his old classmate's sincere thanks, he was at a loss for words.

Chen Shu strode away.

Chen Chuan threw his cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out, and looked back at He Chengfeng, who had already disappeared. He muttered, "Hey, it really is a six-month quota," "But I can't really mention that to him," "That kid got a good deal."

Then he stomped his foot hard and ran out. The heavy, rapid footsteps clearly showed he was still angry.

However, the corners of his mouth were turned up.

(End of this chapter)