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Chen Fan didn't care about Lin Yaohui's current situation; from the moment the newspaper published the article, the man was already finished.

The main issue now is the upcoming review by the Ministry of the Interior.

The Hong Kong police of today are not like those of the past, where as long as they have money and power and good relations with foreigners, they can do whatever they want.

Even someone as powerful as Lei Luo could only slink away from the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC), let alone Chen Fan, who was just a lowly military officer.

Therefore, this hurdle must be overcome.

Before Chen Fan could receive the message, another person came to his door first.

"Number 3847, the director wants to see you."

The officer who gave the order spoke in a very cold tone, probably one of the people in the police station who had a good relationship with Lam Yiu-fai.

Seeing his expression, Chen Fan naturally wouldn't give him a smile.

He got up from his seat expressionlessly and walked past him toward the second floor.

He arrived at the door and knocked gently.

"Come in."

Liang Deming sat behind his desk, holding a document in his hand.

He was in his early fifties with gray hair. He had served as the police chief of Sham Shui Po Police Station for five years and always presented a serious image to everyone.

"sit."

Upon hearing this, Chen Fan pulled out a chair and sat down opposite him.

Without exchanging pleasantries, Liang Deming pushed the documents over directly.

"The case on Danan Street is receiving a lot of attention."

A trainee police officer shot and killed three armed criminals with five shots—such a feat is rare even within the entire police force.

As he said this, he leaned back.

"You haven't been a probationary officer for long, but you've performed better than many veteran officers who have been in the force for ten years. I've decided to promote you to senior officer."

"Chief, I've only been with the company for a short time..."

Chen Fan had anticipated this; whether the contribution was significant or not was one thing, the main thing was that it was published in the newspaper.

The Hong Kong police force is eager to restore its image in the eyes of the public, so this kind of thing should naturally be commended.

If he hadn't just started his job and couldn't be promoted too quickly, he probably would have become a sheriff directly.

Of course, you can't do this openly, or it will be seen as a lack of manners.

Liang Deming summoned him over for a personal talk, simply because he wanted to bestow a favor upon him.

"I know that rules are rules, but rules are also made by people."

In that case on Danan Street, you did the work that three people should have done.

I will not let anyone steal this credit, nor will I withhold it from you.

Liang Deming interrupted Chen Fan, finished speaking with a solemn expression, and then tapped on the document.

"Sign him. From today onwards, you are a senior constable. Your firearm will remain the same, your salary will increase by one level, and you will receive an additional bar on your shoulder insignia."

"Director Xie!"

Chen Fan showed a happy expression and wrote his name in the name column with a pen.

Whatever agreement Liang Deming made with Lin Yaohui before is no longer important.

With a senior officer in hand, I'll have more autonomy in the future.

"Don't be so polite, you deserve it."

Liang Deming smiled as well, "Oh, right, there's one more thing."

"Director, please speak."

"You don't need to worry about Lin Yaohui. He won't cause you any trouble in the future."

However, he has worked in the bureau for so long; even if he hasn't made any great contributions, he has certainly put in a lot of hard work. You have a bright future ahead of you, so there's no need to hold a grudge.

"Don't worry, Director, I understand."

Chen Fan nodded solemnly.

No wonder this person became the director; his ability to manipulate events at will far surpasses that of Lin Yaohui, that old turtle.

"Yeah, those guys in the Internal Affairs Department are tough to deal with. I support you, but you'll have to handle them on your own. Go ahead."

"Understood, goodbye, Director!"

Chen Fan stood up, saluted, and then strode out of the office.

Once back on the first floor, the colleagues I was already looking forward to befriend became even more enthusiastic.

"Afan, congratulations! You've covered in just a few days what others take years to achieve. You're sure to have a bright future."

Uncle Li walked over, his face showing some apology.

"Before..."

"No need to say that, I understand your difficulties, Uncle Li."

Chen Fan said with a smile.

A seasoned veteran who is familiar with all sorts of people, although he can't be considered a close confidant, has such a person by his side, which makes some things much easier to do.

"Those two oranges were quite sweet."

"Afan..."

Uncle Li's eyes reddened, but he quickly regained his usual smile: "Haha, of course, I picked them specially. You can't go wrong asking me which vendors on the street have the best fruit."

"I'll definitely need your help then."

Chen Fan laughed along, "We still have to patrol tonight, let's rest first."

"it is good."

Uncle Li nodded, and before leaving, as if remembering something, he leaned closer and said:

"By the way, Afan, be careful. The three guys who died that day were all Hongtai's men. They don't dare to retaliate openly, but they're very good at being disgusting behind the scenes."

These days, short-statured policemen are very arrogant. They don't dare to attack the police head-on, but they can't resist resorting to underhanded tactics.

For example, illegally carrying a gun.

"Thank you, Uncle Li."

Chen Fan nodded to indicate that he understood.

That's the use of an old hand.

"Afan..."

Uncle Li turned to leave, but then suddenly stopped and looked back.

Chen Fan looked up in confusion.

"I will never eat noodles again."

"Let's eat together."

These three simple words almost broke the guard of this seasoned veteran who had worked in the police station for over twenty years.

He didn't say anything more and went back to his workstation alone.

After watching him leave, Chen Fan turned to find Fat Chen and went with him to collect the new shoulder insignia and police badge.

From today onwards, he is a senior police officer.

His salary increased from 2500 to 3500, skipping the formal police officer stage and achieving a double promotion.

The next step up is the police chief, a position Lin Yaohui has always dreamed of.

But for Chen Fan, this was just the beginning.

So what if you lack experience? As long as you have enough achievements and make enough headlines, nothing else matters.

12:30 PM.

After Chen Fan finished eating the claypot rice that Zhao Guodong had brought, he was about to take a break when he saw a strange man walking towards him, led by Fatty Chen.

"Number 3847, 2 PM, Internal Affairs Department."

The man's face was tense, as if he was deliberately trying to project an air of authority.

Chen Fan glanced up at the name tag on his chest, which read "He Zhiming".

"Okay, I'll be there on time."

He Zhiming looked him up and down after hearing this, then walked away expressionlessly.

Fat Chen didn't leave immediately, but leaned closer and whispered...

"Afan, those guys in the Ministry of Internal Affairs have a nickname: 'Devil's Bane'."

Once you're inside, answer whatever they ask, and don't say a single extra word.

Especially that smiling tiger Zhang Yongcheng, he's most dangerous when he smiles.

"Okay, thank you."

Chen Fan nodded slightly.

Nobody's a fool; this action by the other party is an attempt to fix what happened before.

He naturally wouldn't hold a grudge.

"Anyway, be careful, I'm leaving now."

After saying that, Fatty Chen wanted to pat Chen Fan on the shoulder, but he put it down halfway.

He was only recently promoted to a permanent position, and there's a significant difference in their status, so this behavior is already somewhat offensive.