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"He's wanted to be promoted to sheriff for years but never had the chance. You've done such a big thing right away, so the higher-ups will definitely notice you. Brother Hui thinks that since you're new here, this credit should go to your seniors."

Zhao Qiang said in a low voice.

Chen Fan fell silent upon hearing this. He had thought something had happened, but it turned out that someone had seen the benefits and wanted to get a share.

But... is this how things are done?

No wonder I've never been promoted.

"What does this have to do with me? I don't want to be a sheriff."

He answered softly.

"You didn't want to be in this position, but your achievements speak for themselves. What the higher-ups see isn't just your performance, but also the name of the Sham Shui Po Police Station."

If this case is well-written, the higher-ups will think that the Sham Shui Po Police Station has talented people, and they might give them more promotion opportunities.

Hui-ge has waited eleven years for this opportunity.

Zhao Guodong paused, then lowered his voice even further.

"I heard that Brother Hui went to the director's office this afternoon and talked with the director for about half an hour."

After he came out, he told people about the case on Da Nan Street. He said he was on duty that night and was the commander at the scene. You only fired because you were following his orders.

Chen Fan's hand stopped on the cabinet.

"and then?"

"He wasn't on duty that day, he wasn't even at the police station."

"Does Uncle Li know?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Guodong hesitated for a moment, but finally said:

"Brother Hui talked to Uncle Li to get a unified story. He said that he would take you to the scene and let you go in to check first, while he would provide support from behind."

Uncle Li didn't say whether he agreed or not, but after that... you understand, right?

Thanks.

Chen Fan suddenly realized why the other party's attitude was so unusual.

When Lin Yaohui came to his door, Uncle Li neither refused nor agreed, but chose the safest way.

That is to keep your distance.

He neither spoke up for Lin Yaohui nor for Chen Fan, thus avoiding offending either side.

Actually, you can't really blame him. One is a long-time colleague, and the other is a newcomer he's only met recently.

Being able to remain neutral is already quite generous.

"You're welcome. I just can't stand this kind of thing."

After Zhao Guodong finished speaking, he gently patted his shoulder, put on his hat, and walked outside.

Chen Fan stood alone in the locker room. After a moment of silence, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

A trainee police officer had been on the job for less than a month, with no experience, no connections, and no background.

Lam Yiu-fai had worked at the police station for eleven years, had a good relationship with the commissioner, and had a group of people under his command.

The two sides are not even on the same level.

But is this really the case?

Chen Fan smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes, then adjusted the brim of his hat in front of the mirror.

Having survived a life-or-death experience and possessing a system, if I still can't solve this, I might as well find a block of tofu and smash my head against it.

In fact, he didn't have to wait long. At four o'clock in the afternoon, the area outside the police station suddenly became lively.

When Chen Fan stepped out of the duty room, he saw a woman standing in front of the counter.

She was wearing a red, fitted blazer over a white silk shirt, with a thin silk scarf tied at the collar.

Her wavy hair was pinned behind her ear with a tortoiseshell hair clip, revealing her well-defined jawline.

Qiu... no, judging from what this woman is holding, she should be a reporter.

So it must be Lok Hye-jung?

She looks much younger than I remember, and her eyes no longer show that faint weariness, but rather a hint of sharpness.

Fatty Chen was munching on a pineapple bun behind the counter when he suddenly saw a beautiful woman appear. He even forgot to wipe the crumbs from the corner of his mouth.

"Miss, who are you looking for?"

"I am Lok Wai-ching, a reporter from Ming Pao Weekly!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it could be heard throughout the lobby. "I'm here to interview the police officer involved in the South Street shooting."

Fat Chen paused for a moment, then subconsciously glanced up at the second floor.

"Sorry, you need..."

"I've been to the public relations department."

Le Huizhen slammed a stamped piece of paper on the counter, her eyes glaring menacingly.

"They approved it. Your police station's Constable Lam Yiu-fai has agreed to be interviewed, but I'm not interviewing him."

She paused slightly at this point.

"I'm looking for that trainee police officer."

The entire hall fell silent for a moment after these words were spoken.

The police officers who were chatting looked at each other; some lowered their heads, while others pretended to read newspapers.

"Ms. Yue, that trainee officer is probably not available for an interview right now."

Fat Chen's expression was subtle. He kept looking at Le Huizhen in front of him while occasionally glancing furtively at the second floor.

"Why is it inconvenient?!"

Lok Wai-ching didn't care about any of that. She had only been in the industry for a short time and was eager to make a name for herself.

If a trainee police officer manages to kill three ruthless criminals at night and obtains firsthand information, his status at the newspaper will rise immediately, if nothing else.

"he..."

Fat Chen was forced to run out of words and could only say, "The Ministry of the Interior is investigating his case."

What is the connection between the Ministry of the Interior's investigation and news reporting?

Le Huizhen spoke very quickly, giving Fei Chen no chance to catch his breath.

"The Public Relations Department's permit clearly states that the interviewees are police officers involved in the Da Nan Street shooting."

Lam Yiu-fai was a police officer in charge, and so was the probationary officer.

Can you give me a reason why he can give an interview, but the trainee officer can't?

Fat Chen stared, unsure how to answer.

Fortunately, at that moment, a door on the second floor opened, and Lin Yaohui came out.

"Miss Yue, I am Lin Yaohui. If you want to know what happened that night, you can ask me directly."

His voice came down from the second floor, steady and polite.

"I already said that you're not the one I'm interviewing."

Le Huizhen watched as Lin Yaohui came downstairs, without making a single move.

"Ms. Yue, that trainee officer is indeed unavailable right now. The Ministry of Internal Affairs' investigation is not yet complete, and his service weapon has been temporarily confiscated."

Lin Yaohui's smile froze slightly, but he quickly recovered.

"The Ministry of the Interior has not prohibited giving interviews."

Le Huizhen interrupted without any politeness, saying, "I just called and asked, and they said there are no such restrictions."

Lin Yaohui finally stopped laughing.

Just as he was thinking about how to get rid of the annoying woman in front of him, a voice he least wanted to hear suddenly came from behind him.

"Miss Yue, you were looking for me?"

Chen Fan walked out of the duty room, completely ignoring Lin Yaohui's ugly expression.

Giving this kind of old codger a cold shoulder is unnecessary.

"Afan, you've just been discharged from the hospital, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs is investigating this case. It's not appropriate for you to give an interview right now."

Lin Yaohui forced a smile: "I'm doing this for your own good."

He even emphasized the last few words.

"Really? Then I really have to thank Inspector Lin. But instead of thinking about how to take care of me, a newcomer, you should think more about your retirement life."

Chen Fan wasn't buying it. He immediately launched into a tirade: "You're getting on in years. What if something happens to you while you're on duty? You'll regret it then."