Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 801 Your Police Academy Admission Scores

"Good morning, leader! Good morning, leader!"

It was only then that Huang Daniu came to his senses and realized that the leader in front of him was followed by many uniformed police officers, and the village chief was carefully accompanying him. He must be a high-ranking official.

The fact that such a high-ranking official could end up in such a poor place is probably because his son, a policeman, has made something of himself.

"Haha, whether I'm good or not doesn't matter." He Chengfeng extended his right hand to Huang Daniu and joked, "It's only truly good if your son does a good job!"

Huang Dani wiped his hands, which were already very clean, before firmly grasping He Chengfeng's outstretched hand and saying emotionally, "Only when the leader is good can my son truly be good! Leader, thank you so much!"

The words may be rough, but the principle is sound. I don't know how Huang Daniu, who has spent his whole life working the land with his back to the sun, could come up with such a profound truth today.

Perhaps in Huang Daniu's heart, he simply believed that this high-ranking official who had come all the way from the provincial capital for his son was truly the best person in the world.

After all, even the village chief, who was usually incredibly powerful in his eyes, had to carefully stand by his side at this moment, looking at him with an extremely bright smile.

"We should be thanking you for training such an excellent policeman." He Chengfeng smiled, his gentle gaze putting Huang Daniu at ease. "Xiao Huang works exceptionally well at his unit; he's a good policeman. This time, he solved a murder case, so he was awarded a third-class merit!"

As he spoke, he took out a large red envelope from his shirt pocket and handed it to Huang Sansheng: "This is a small token of appreciation from the company, please accept it!"

"Thank you! Thank you!" Huang Daniu wiped his hands, somewhat hesitant to accept the red envelope. "You've come all this way, how can you spend so much money? Come on in! Let's go inside and have some water!"

He Chengfeng forcefully stuffed the red envelope into Huang Daniu's hand and gently patted the back of Huang Daniu's hand in an unyielding manner.

Then he looked up at Huang Daniu's courtyard gate and said, "No rush, let's hang up the plaque first. Look, we'll hang it right on this gate so that all the neighbors passing by can see it clearly. What do you think?"

"Good! Good!"

Huang Daniu became excited again and nodded repeatedly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the village chief, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly lowered his raised right arm, and the village band immediately began to play cheerful music in perfect harmony.

The plaque was successfully hung on Huang Daniu's door, and then Jiang Hai handed over the wooden box he was carrying.

He Chengfeng deliberately opened the wooden box in front of the villagers.

Under the sun, there was a shiny medal inside, shining brightly.

Standing at the back, Chen Shu glanced at it and confirmed that it was a genuine third-class merit medal from the Public Security Bureau.

He Chengfeng then held the wooden box with its lid open high and circled it around the small open space in front of the door, so that the surrounding villagers could see it clearly.

After this series of actions, the honest farmer Huang Daniu finally felt relieved. When the village chief asked him to take a picture, he smiled happily, with tears of excitement welling up in his eyes.

Having lived in the village for so many years, this moment was the most glorious scene of his life. His originally hunched back seemed to straighten a little when everyone gathered together to take pictures.

The villagers who had gathered to watch responded with enthusiastic applause, and the scene was filled with jubilation.

He Chengfeng, using the excuse that his unit had an important task, took his leave and left with his men. Even after the police car had driven far away, the banging music and children's laughter from the village continued to reach their ears.

On the way back, He Chengfeng drove the police car, Chen Shu sat in the passenger seat, and Chen Chuan, Zhu Yiba and Jiang Hai sat in the back.

The mountain road was bumpy, and the somewhat old Santana police car shook violently, causing the people inside to sway along with the car's movements.

Just like their feelings at this moment. "Ask me any questions you may have."

He Chengfeng rested his hands on the worn-out steering wheel, leisurely smoking a cigarette. In the empty space of the center armrest beside him was the red banner he had used in the village earlier.

At this moment, squeezed together inside, the only thing sticking out was the character "三" (three) in the yellow font of the banner that read "Warmly congratulate Comrade Huang Sansheng on being awarded the Third-Class Merit."

Jiang Hai, who was sitting in the middle of the back row, had been holding back out of politeness the whole way, but now that He Chengfeng had brought it up, he naturally had no reason to hold back anymore.

He leaned forward, gripping the backs of the two seats in front of him with both hands, and asked, "Hey, it was so lively in the village just now, I was a little dizzy from all the noise. By the way, is this how you guys do third-class merit awards?"

Although Jiang Hai hadn't graduated from the police academy yet, he still had some basic knowledge. In Donghai Province, a third-class merit award from the public security bureau was practically worthless.

Aside from the cash reward of 5000 yuan that I received directly, it did not help me in any way, whether it was for the improvement of my career or for the preferential treatment of my close relatives.

Because it's not a very good achievement, the Third-Class Merit Citation is quite common. At the grassroots level, as long as you make some small contributions, your unit can easily award you a Third-Class Merit Citation.

While it might be an exaggeration to say that the Third-Class Merit Citation is everywhere, if you randomly open an office, you'll find that there are more police officers who have received the Third-Class Merit Citation than those who haven't.

As for leaders, almost 99% of them have them.

The remaining 1% should have received a second-class merit award.

He Chengfeng smiled slightly, his eyes calm, and said, "We operate this way for all frontline police officers."

Jiang Hai's face was full of doubt as he looked at He Chengfeng's square face and blurted out, "Is this how drug enforcement is done?"

As is well known, drug control is an unavoidable topic for the Yunnan Provincial Public Security Bureau.

It's said that those working in drug enforcement can only have their backs photographed. Under such strict security, it's impossible for them to make a fuss about everything they do; that would just be asking for trouble.

He Chengfeng did not answer.

As the car passed a bend in the mountain road where the oncoming lane was not visible, Cheng Feng honked the horn a few times, slowed down, and then changed the subject as if nothing had happened: "Where you live, is a third-class merit not considered a big deal?"

That's not what I meant.

“But the situation is a little different here.” He Chengfeng paused again, as if organizing his thoughts, then asked an unrelated question, “Xiao Hai, I remember you were a police academy student. What were the college entrance examination scores for your academy?”

Suddenly, a clearly modified motorcycle sped out from the road ahead, its colorful lights flashing wildly in broad daylight, and loud rock music blaring out.

With a screeching sound, He Chengfeng slammed on the brakes, then yanked the steering wheel sharply to the right. The screeching sound of the two cars scraping against each other rang out, and a second later, the two cars barely passed each other.

After driving past, He Chengfeng did not look back, but continued driving calmly as if nothing had happened.

"Admission scores?"

The sudden turn distracted Jiang Hai, and he glanced back out the car window.

The motorcycle that nearly collided with them sped away, wobbling and swaying, without stopping at all. It seemed as if brushing past the police car was a perfectly normal thing.

(End of this chapter)