Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 910 Badura (Part 2)
The group split into two groups and sat in pickup trucks, one in front of the other.

As the commander, Chen Shu and the oldest man, Ma Rongcheng, were given the lead car. Although Chen Shu was not particularly fond of this, seeing that Ma Rongcheng seemed quite satisfied, he thought it best to let this old comrade relax for a while, since things wouldn't be as easy as they were now once they started working in northern Myanmar.

Badulla opened the passenger door and got in.

"Commander, welcome to Yangon. Although it is no longer our capital, it remains Myanmar's most populous and most developed city."

"Commander, look at these newly built high-rise buildings. Although they can't compare to your country, we are still making progress."

"Do you see those golden pagoda spires? They are very sacred places for us. No matter how the city changes, faith is the most fundamental foundation for us Burmese people."

Beep!
Just like on the way here, the road was heavily congested with traffic. Only after the driver honked his horn repeatedly did pedestrians and vehicles finally make some room, but the pickup truck was still moving slowly.

“These unruly bastards.” Badulla glanced disdainfully at the front of the truck, then leaned out of the window and shouted to the soldiers standing in the back of the truck, “Get out and clear the way.”

Upon receiving the order, the soldiers immediately jumped out of the vehicle, skillfully raised their rifles, and pushed the crowds around them aside, clearing a large area of ​​the road in no time.

Instead of getting into the car, they jogged ahead to clear the way for the convoy behind them. They loudly and rudely told locals to get out of the way, but were much more polite to tourists.

The Strand Hotel and the Yangon Region Police Headquarters were not far apart. A few minutes later, the convoy arrived at its destination. Chen Shu and the others got out of the car and ran into Sister Ying and her group who were standing at the door.

Yingjie smacked her lips and teased, "Chen Shu, you've only been gone a short while and you already have underlings following you? Tsk tsk, and they're even following you in military vehicles. You've got more airs than our Deputy Commander Ling."

Therefore, office workers have a keen political sense. Upon seeing a military vehicle, their first reaction was to associate it with the top leader of the visiting team. This is much better than Comrade Ma Rongcheng, who was smug upon seeing a military vehicle escorting him.

Of course, this doesn't mean Ma Rongcheng is incompetent. After all, Sister Ying is in coordination and mainly deals with leaders from all walks of life, while Ma Rongcheng is more technical and just needs to do his job well.

"Sister Ying, where is Director Dong?" Ma Rongcheng knew the other party was joking, but at this critical moment he didn't dare to offend his superior, so he craned his neck to look for Director Dong's figure.

Old Ma's mentor when he entered the police force, Old Ma, once got drunk at a dinner party and talked to him for more than an hour when he was still young Ma. The main point was: appearances are very important, more important than anyone imagines, and even more important than real skills in most cases.

Xiao Ma couldn't understand it, so the next day after sobering up, he went to his master again to ask why superficial skills were more important than real skills. Old Ma denied it on the spot, after all, they were doing practical work at the grassroots level, and they couldn't be superficial.

Young Ma Rongcheng thought his master was just drunk and talking nonsense, and planned to try getting him drunk at the next gathering. But before that day came, his master was promoted and rose through the ranks.

When the two met again, the master, who was sitting on the stage, gave a lecture to the young men in the audience. He was still as talkative as ever, and after talking for a long time, the main idea was just one sentence.

"Superficial efforts are useless; everyone must do real, practical work."

At that time, Xiao Ma couldn't figure out whether his mentor, who was drunk that night, was right, or whether the mentor sitting upright in front of him, diligently instructing the young police officers of the entire bureau, was correct.

"Sister Ying, you have to be our witness! They thought it was dangerous on the road and offered to take us here. We really refused for a long time! But they were too kind, we couldn't refuse them." Ma Rongcheng straightened up and explained hurriedly.

"Haha, Lao Ma, look at this bustling place, do we really need guards? Oh, I get it, you're afraid of being seen by Director Dong, aren't you?" Sister Ying found it amusing to see Ma Rongcheng sweating profusely and deliberately dragged out her joke. The provincial police headquarters is located in the city center, right next to the government offices, and there are plenty of uniformed officers on the streets. As a tourist city, Yangon's security is naturally not a concern for Ma Rongcheng.

Old Ma grew anxious, glancing around as he spoke: "Deputy Director Ying, we really didn't mean that. You see, although the hotel isn't far from the police station, we're all carrying luggage and wearing uniforms, and we're worried about making a bad impression on the street. Their car just happened to be parked right in front of the hotel."

Seeing that the old comrade who was in the technical field was at a loss, Sister Ying decided to let him off the hook: "Old Ma, don't do these useless things in front of me. Hey, relax, Director Dong is resting in the lounge."

In fact, Sister Ying herself also found it strange. She could be described as meticulous in her work, especially in diplomatic work involving the national level, where there was no room for carelessness.

But for some reason, ever since she met Ma Rongcheng and his group, she felt that her mindset was different when she was with them compared to when she was working normally. She seemed to feel more relaxed and closer to them.

It's certainly not because of Ma Wing-shing, after all, this old Ma is already over forty.

Could it be the one who received the First-Class Merit Award?
Chen Shu approached and said, "Sister Ying, is our car ready? Is this our accompanying police officer?" As he spoke, Chen Shu smiled and nodded to the accompanying police officer as a greeting.

When Chen Shu spoke, everyone remembered that Ying Jie had actually been standing at the entrance of the police station, and next to her stood a woman wearing a Chinese public security uniform.

The uniform is simple in a way; it's just an ordinary training uniform, black in color, with only two soft epaulets (one bar and two insignia) on the shoulders. There are no other markings on the uniform.

From a diplomatic etiquette standpoint, this is highly irregular; however, considering the trip to the semi-jungle region of the north, training uniforms were indeed much more convenient than standard uniforms.

The system generally has short, ear-length hair, exceptionally beautiful features, a clean face with a tan from being outdoors, and long, straight legs in well-fitting training pants.

"This isn't a police officer accompanying the Myanmar side; he's a police liaison officer from our embassy," Sister Ying said, shifting slightly to the side as she began to introduce the person beside her.

"Wang Yan." Before Sister Ying could finish introducing her, the policewoman in her training uniform quickly walked up to Chen Shu and offered her hand with a charming smile.

hiss.

Zhu Yiba, Chen Chuan, and Jiang Hai, who were standing behind Chen Shu, all gasped in unison.

The others had already sensed something was off about Sister Ying from before. How could someone be so enthusiastic about arranging work and life on the first meeting? Were the other police officers who came not colleagues?

However, since Sister Ying is old, they don't really care.

But the woman in front of him, with her red lips and bright eyes, staring intently at Chen Shu, was the kind of person who would make people's imaginations run wild, the kind of person who would make people gossip.

It's unclear when it started, but Jiang Hai, who was entrusted with the heavy responsibility of his older sister Yan Chenxi, was led astray by Chen Chuan and others, and had long since forgotten his sister's entrustment.

Xiao Wang, who came from the Donghai Provincial Department, considered himself Zhu Li's family member. Since the provincial department specially prepared two positions for Zhu Li and Chen Shu last year, neither of them came, which caused quite a stir in the department.

An alarm bell rang in his mind immediately.