Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 911 Stand still
Wang Yan is Yingjie's cousin.

At 28 years old, she graduated from Tsinghua and Peking Universities with a major in English. With a master's degree, she was admitted to the International Cooperation Bureau of the Ministry of Public Security and was stationed in Myanmar. She is the only woman among the 82 police liaison officers sent abroad by the Ministry of Public Security of China.

The selection process for police liaison officers is far more difficult than that for peacekeeping police forces. Those selected are top-notch in terms of both English proficiency and tactical skills.

In addition to the above, police liaison officers also need at least five years of case-handling experience.

This single criterion eliminates 99.9% of female police officers.

“Officer Chen, I’ll be going with you on this trip to the Dalalin area. Don’t worry, I won’t hold you back.” Wang Yan stood opposite Chen Shu, tilting her head slightly to speak because she was a bit shorter.

Bathed in sunlight, Wang Yan's features were exquisite; rather than simply beautiful, she was dashing and spirited.

In an era where even men take pride in being pretty boys, it's rare to find such a dashing and spirited woman.

“Wang Yan has experience in evacuating overseas Chinese, and she was even a team leader. If it weren’t for Vice Minister Ling specifically requesting Wang Yan to come, Ambassador Mao wouldn’t have been willing to let her go. Hehe, all those young officers under him have been keeping an eye on this place.”

Yingjie squeezed over from the side and cheerfully praised her younger sister. At this moment, she didn't seem like the deputy director of the International Affairs Department of the Provincial Department at all.

She seems more like a professional matchmaker.

Wang Yan couldn't stand it anymore and quickly stopped Ying Jie, apologizing to Chen Shu, "Dalalin, where we're going, is in the consular district of the Mandalay Consulate General. I go there often, I know the way, and I know the people there. It'll be easier to get things done if I come with you."

In reality, as the embassy's sole police liaison officer, Wang Yan's role went far beyond simply providing directions. Given the numerous law enforcement areas under the coordination center's jurisdiction, and Chen Shu's destination, Dalalin, being just one of them, it was problematic to place the sole police officer in a multi-faceted enforcement area.

This arrangement can be seen as a special intention of Vice Minister Ling, the top leader.

Standing to the side, Xiao Wang smiled slightly, guessing that the case involving the four police officers in his hands had attracted the attention of Deputy Chief Ling. This was just like how subordinates were most afraid of not being noticed by their superiors when they were doing their work.

The happiest people are naturally those whose leaders see it.

Chen Shu nodded: "Since it's Vice Director Ling's idea, I have no objection." After saying that, Chen Shu stretched out his right hand towards Sister Ying, asking for the car keys.

At this moment, Sister Ying shrugged and spread her hands without any embarrassment: "Today is the first day of the visit of the Yunnan Provincial delegation. There are many things to do and many people. If you want to leave today, we really can't arrange a car."

"Find a way yourself?"

"Figure it out yourself."

Chen Shu nodded, turned around and climbed into the military pickup truck of the Burmese soldier, Badulla.

While Ma Rongcheng was still hesitating, Chen Chuan, Jiang Hai, Xiao Wang, and even Wang Yan, who had recently joined the team, all got into the pickup trucks. There were plenty of seats in the three pickup trucks.

"Old Ma, what are you thinking about?" Sister Ying patted Ma Rongcheng on the shoulder and asked.

Ma Rongcheng pointed to the military pickup truck with a stingy expression and whispered, "Won't that be too conspicuous?" As he spoke, he tilted his head towards the building where the police station was located, implying that the top leaders were all inside watching.

Yingjie laughed: "Just kidding. It's normal to use military vehicles for official business here."

Ma Rongcheng's eyes widened in surprise. "How can this be normal?" He stuck his index finger and thumb together and held them up in front of him to indicate that it was a small matter. "Sister Ying, what rank do we have to ride in this car? Don't try to comfort me, I understand. Wait a minute, Director Dong saw it all?"

Yingjie covered her mouth and chuckled, "You keep calling me Director Dong, anyone who didn't know better would think you're his secretary. Don't underestimate yourself. Once you're abroad, you represent China. Whatever China's status is, that's what you're worth."

Ma Rongcheng had heard this from Xiao Wang in the Donghai Provincial Department, and now that his colleague in the same department was saying it again, he felt that it might actually be true.

Are the protests we always portray on television news all fake?
Finally, Sister Ying reached out and patted the stunned Old Ma on the shoulder, offering no further explanation: "Go ahead, they're all waiting for you."

After Ma Rongcheng got into the pickup truck and the convoy drove out of Yingjie's sight, she turned and entered the police station. She took the elevator next to the main entrance to the top floor, turned a corner, and entered a dark corridor. Two soldiers in green uniforms, carrying rifles, stood at the top of the stairs.

The police station was guarded by soldiers, a strange combination that Yingjie found nothing unusual. She didn't stop, but walked past the two soldiers and headed straight for the office at the end of the corridor.

The office is very grand, with a high dome that retains the plaster carvings from the colonial period. It is mainly furnished with dark wood furniture, and the sofas for receiving guests are all made of top-grain calfskin. The walls are adorned with the Burmese flag and the military government insignia, with a portrait of the current leader in the center.

The three-meter-long teak desk has gold corner protectors, and an inverted V-shaped nameplate with a line of Burmese text printed in gold foil is placed on the outermost edge of the desktop.

Yingjie guessed that the text above should be his position and name, namely: Director, Minjun.

However, the person standing behind the long table at this moment was not Police Chief Min Jun, and in fact, there wasn't a single Burmese official in the most prestigious office in the entire Yangon Region Police Department.

This scene is a manifestation of what Sister Ying had said to Lao Ma earlier.

Small countries should respect large countries. Ma Rongcheng is just a section chief. Even if the other party is the police chief, he should accept the salute from the police chief with grace.

The same principle applies to the soldiers guarding the gate.

"Deputy Commander Ling."

Yingjie stood at attention in front of the desk, first bowing her head to Vice Director Ling, who was standing with his back to her in front of the French window behind the desk, and then turning her head to greet the smiling middle-aged man beside her: "Director Dong."

Deputy Commander Ling turned around, pointed to the area below the window, and laughed, "I see that old comrade from your department is quite nervous. What, not used to riding in a military vehicle yet?"

Director Dong picked up the conversation, smiling and saying, "His name is Ma Rongcheng. He's a top detective in our area, and he's really capable. It's just that he just came up from the grassroots level and hasn't gotten used to our way of doing things yet."

"Please sit down, please sit down." Deputy Director Ling sat down first on the leather sofa, then waved to Director Dong and Sister Ying. After the two of them sat down, he said, "This Comrade Ma clearly has no experience in diplomatic training. Diplomatic etiquette reflects national interests. Unconditional courtesy will make these Southeast Asians think we are cowardly, which is not good for our subsequent work."

"Vice Director Ling is right." Director Dong sat up straight and turned to Sister Ying, ordering, "Xiao Ying, do you remember? From now on, anyone sent by the department will first go to your place for a few days of training."

"Yes, I will organize people to develop a training outline when I get back," Sister Ying replied.

Deputy Chief Ling waved his hand: "No need to be so deliberate. Just treat them like provinces or cities in China. Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Xiao Dong, what do you think of this guy named Chen Shu you recommended? He doesn't seem to be one of your subordinates. Are you confident in his abilities?"

Director Dong was taken aback, thinking, "Didn't your department specifically call me to arrange for Chen Shu to join the special task force? How come you're talking about it now as if you know nothing about it?"

Surely a high-ranking official like that wouldn't try to shirk responsibility?

The person had just left.

After much deliberation, Director Dong said calmly, “Vice Commander Ling, although Chen Shu is not my subordinate, he is courageous and resourceful. In a war-torn place like northern Myanmar, he is the most suitable person to make some achievements.”

"What's your plan?"

"Let's see how Chen Shu handles the Dalalin area first; we'll leave the other areas untouched."

As he spoke, Director Dong took Chen Shu's personal information from Sister Ying and presented it to Deputy Director Ling with both hands.

Deputy Chief Ling took the documents and looked at them for a long time.

My fingers tapped and tapped on the wooden armrest of the sofa.

"can."