You're just a locksmith! What are you doing catching swindlers at the start?

The director stood in front of the large screen and placed the remote control on the table.

He turned around and looked at the seven or eight people sitting in the Criminal Investigation Detachment's conference room. Except for Lao Zhou and Su Wan, everyone who hadn't gone out on fieldwork today was there.

He spoke.

"You all know what happened today—at noon, he opened a padlock at the cold storage door and rescued a little girl. This wasn't the first lock he helped us open; the anti-drug squad is still inventorying the evidence inside that German safe. And Old Zhou's car—Old Zhou, your car hasn't been locked again, has it?"

Old Zhou paused for a moment while holding the enamel cup, and everyone in the conference room turned to look at him.

He finally couldn't suppress his smile, so he put down his teacup and replied in a tone that said, "Why are you still bringing this up?"

"The car is fine. He knocked on the lock."

Someone choked on their tea and coughed. The bureau chief nodded.

He shifted his gaze from Lao Zhou and scanned every face in the conference room again.

His expression turned serious, not in a stern way, but in a serious manner, as if he had made a decision and wanted to make it clear.

"Since that news went viral at noon today, five media outlets have called our publicity department to ask if Lin Zhou is one of our people. Three are local media and two are from the province. At 2:10 pm, after the official Douyin account of Jiangcheng posted the interview clip, it garnered over 200,000 views within half an hour. The mother of the little girl who was rescued at the shopping mall claimed responsibility in the comments section, saying that Lin Zhou is their family's benefactor."

He paused for a moment.

The meeting room was quiet.

The only sounds were the buzzing of the air conditioner vents and the soft tapping of Old Zhou's enamel cup against the table.

"We're going to release an official statement—in the name of the Municipal Public Security Bureau—on our official Douyin account. We'll confirm that Lin Zhou is our specially appointed technical consultant, who has assisted in solving numerous cases. We'll also award him 20,000 yuan for his act of bravery. This isn't just a formality; the letter of appointment for this special consultant will be delivered to him this afternoon."

Someone in the conference room muttered "Awesome."

The bureau chief turned his gaze to Old Zhou.

Old Zhou was holding an enamel mug, his gaze calm.

The director said.

"Old Zhou, you know Lin Zhou best, so you draft the appointment letter. Don't be too formal; he doesn't like official writing—just write, 'Lin Zhou is hereby appointed as a technical consultant for the Municipal Public Security Bureau to assist in solving criminal cases and provide lock technology support,' and use my signature at the end. Also, the 20,000 yuan bonus will come from the special fund for acts of bravery; take it with him."

Old Zhou placed the enamel mug on the table, and the bottom of the mug made a clear sound when it was tapped.

"OK."

That afternoon.

The official Douyin account of Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau posted a video.

The video begins with a screenshot from CCTV footage this afternoon showing Lin Zhou unlocking the door of a cold storage room in a shopping mall. In the footage, he is squatting on the ground, pinching a wire between his fingers and inserting it into the keyhole of the padlock, with a crowd of onlookers and white steam rising from the crack in the cold storage door behind him.

The screenshot is followed by a black background with white text.

"A dramatic scene unfolded at a shopping mall in our city this afternoon: a young girl was trapped in a cold storage room, and firefighters had not yet arrived; the situation was urgent..."

The narration is calm and dignified, and the background music is the most positive and uplifting choice.

When the scene cut to another shot in the underground parking garage, Lin Zhou was opening the car door to get in when a colleague chased after him and patted him on the shoulder—this was a shot taken by the colleague on his way that afternoon.

The voiceover continues: "As a specially appointed technical consultant for the Municipal Public Security Bureau, Comrade Lin Zhou has repeatedly assisted the police in solving cases, demonstrating the auxiliary power of 'People's Police for the People' through his actions..."

Within ten minutes of the post being published, the comment section was flooded with two thousand comments.

The top comment was, "Isn't this the 'Three-Second King'?! I've watched his live stream!! He really only needs three seconds to unlock a door!! It's officially certified!!"

The second most popular comment reads, "As the mother of the little girl who was rescued, I typed this while crying. Thank you, Mr. Lin, you are a benefactor to our whole family, and thank you to the Municipal Bureau for nurturing such a good person."

The third most popular comment only has four words: "Boyfriend with a government job".

The number of likes exceeded 20,000 within half an hour.

On the other end of the Internet.

The complete interview video of Jiang Cheng is being cut into countless small segments and spread on various platforms.

The most praised part was when he stood up from the ground, put the padlock on the doorknob, and spoke to the reporter's camera.

"A lock can't malfunction. A child is huddled in a sub-zero temperature environment; every second is dangerous. I'm not a hero; I just happen to know how to pick this lock."

Lin Zhou's own name quietly appeared at the top of the trending searches: "Lin Zhou, the locksmith".

There were no embellishments, no adjectives, just like the profession he wrote in the signature column after each statement.

He swiped the screen a few times on the sofa.

Turn your phone over and gently tap it on your knee.

The evaluations were all given by others; he simply unlocked the door.

In Lin Zhou's live stream room.

The number of online users surged from over 50,000 before the interview to 180,000.

The number of online users surged from over 50,000 before the interview to 180,000.

The barrage speed was set to the slowest setting, so it couldn't keep up at all.

Later, passersby all kept asking, "Is the streamer really a policeman?"

"I heard he has a permanent position."

Longtime viewers tirelessly typed questions like "I heard his girlfriend is a criminal police officer" in the live chat.

"He's not a policeman, he's a locksmith. His girlfriend is Su Wan from the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Division. He's been to the police station five times in three days, but never for any crime. He's a specially appointed technical consultant for the Municipal Public Security Bureau, so he doesn't have to work regular hours. He's just a locksmith."

Lin Zhou sat in a milk tea shop in the mall, and Su Wan sat opposite him.

She had already drunk half of the milk tea in front of her.

She bit off a piece of the straw.

She was looking down at her phone when she suddenly looked up at him.

"Jiang Cheng posted on Weibo. You get a 20,000 yuan bonus. Lao Zhou should bring you the appointment letter when he gets off work."

After she finished speaking, she turned her phone around to show him.

The screen displays a photo of an employment contract.

Lin Zhou recognized Lao Zhou's handwriting at a glance: it was neat, forceful, and the strokes were clean.

He looked down for a long time without speaking, and Su Wan didn't urge him.

She simply pushed the milk tea towards him, and he took a sip—the tea flavor was strong, and the milk flavor was weak, which was his preferred ratio.

The air conditioning in the milk tea shop was set too warmly.

Su Wan rolled up the sleeves of her dark gray hoodie.

He revealed the old scar on his forearm. Lin Zhou saw it but didn't ask. He simply placed the employment letter under the milk tea cup, so the condensation on the cup didn't reach the paper.

He picked up his phone and swiped the screen; the number of viewers in the live stream was still increasing.

190,000, 193,000, 198,000.

In the live chat, some people started commenting "Three-Second King's fans have surpassed 200,000," and someone posted a screenshot of the little girl's mother's thank-you message in the comments section.

Lin Zhou didn't read the comments; he simply propped his phone up next to his milk tea cup.

The front-facing camera was pointed at him. Then he spoke.

The barrage speed was set to the slowest setting, so it couldn't keep up at all.

Later, passersby all kept asking, "Is the streamer really a policeman?"

"I heard he has a permanent position."

Longtime viewers tirelessly typed questions like "I heard his girlfriend is a criminal police officer" in the live chat.

"He's not a policeman, he's a locksmith. His girlfriend is Su Wan from the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Division. He's been to the police station five times in three days, but never for any crime. He's a specially appointed technical consultant for the Municipal Public Security Bureau, so he doesn't have to work regular hours. He's just a locksmith."

Lin Zhou sat in a milk tea shop in the mall, and Su Wan sat opposite him.

She had already drunk half of the milk tea in front of her.

She bit off a piece of the straw.

She was looking down at her phone when she suddenly looked up at him.

"Jiang Cheng posted on Weibo. You get a 20,000 yuan bonus. Lao Zhou should bring you the appointment letter when he gets off work."

After she finished speaking, she turned her phone around to show him.

The screen displays a photo of an employment contract.

Lin Zhou recognized Lao Zhou's handwriting at a glance: it was neat, forceful, and the strokes were clean.

He looked down for a long time without speaking, and Su Wan didn't urge him.

She simply pushed the milk tea towards him, and he took a sip—the tea flavor was strong, and the milk flavor was weak, which was his preferred ratio.

The air conditioning in the milk tea shop was set too warmly.

Su Wan rolled up the sleeves of her dark gray hoodie.

He revealed the old scar on his forearm. Lin Zhou saw it but didn't ask. He simply placed the employment letter under the milk tea cup, so the condensation on the cup didn't reach the paper.

He picked up his phone and swiped the screen; the number of viewers in the live stream was still increasing.

190,000, 193,000, 198,000.

In the live chat, some people started commenting "Three-Second King's fans have surpassed 200,000," and someone posted a screenshot of the little girl's mother's thank-you message in the comments section.

Lin Zhou didn't read the comments; he simply propped his phone up next to his milk tea cup.

The front-facing camera was pointed at him. Then he spoke.

In Lin Zhou's live stream room.

The number of online users surged from over 50,000 before the interview to 180,000.

The barrage speed was set to the slowest setting, so it couldn't keep up at all.

Later, passersby all kept asking, "Is the streamer really a policeman?"

"I heard he has a permanent position."

Longtime viewers tirelessly typed questions like "I heard his girlfriend is a criminal police officer" in the live chat.

"He's not a policeman, he's a locksmith. His girlfriend is Su Wan from the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Division. He's been to the police station five times in three days, but never for any crime. He's a specially appointed technical consultant for the Municipal Public Security Bureau, so he doesn't have to work regular hours. He's just a locksmith."

Lin Zhou sat in a milk tea shop in the mall, and Su Wan sat opposite him.

She had already drunk half of the milk tea in front of her.

She bit off a piece of the straw.

She was looking down at her phone when she suddenly looked up at him.

"Jiang Cheng posted on Weibo. You get a 20,000 yuan bonus. Lao Zhou should bring you the appointment letter when he gets off work."

After she finished speaking, she turned her phone around to show him.

The screen displays a photo of an employment contract.

Lin Zhou recognized Lao Zhou's handwriting at a glance: it was neat, forceful, and the strokes were clean.

He looked down for a long time without speaking, and Su Wan didn't urge him.

She simply pushed the milk tea towards him, and he took a sip—the tea flavor was strong, and the milk flavor was weak, which was his preferred ratio.

The air conditioning in the milk tea shop was set too warmly.

Su Wan rolled up the sleeves of her dark gray hoodie.

He revealed the old scar on his forearm. Lin Zhou saw it but didn't ask. He simply placed the employment letter under the milk tea cup, so the condensation on the cup didn't reach the paper.

He picked up his phone and swiped the screen; the number of viewers in the live stream was still increasing.

190,000, 193,000, 198,000.

In the live chat, some people started commenting "Three-Second King's fans have surpassed 200,000," and someone posted a screenshot of the little girl's mother's thank-you message in the comments section.

Lin Zhou didn't read the comments; he simply propped his phone up next to his milk tea cup.

The front-facing camera was pointed at him. Then he spoke.

The number of online users surged from over 50,000 before the interview to 180,000.

The barrage speed was set to the slowest setting, so it couldn't keep up at all.

Later, passersby all kept asking, "Is the streamer really a policeman?"

"I heard he has a permanent position."

Longtime viewers tirelessly typed questions like "I heard his girlfriend is a criminal police officer" in the live chat.

"He's not a policeman, he's a locksmith. His girlfriend is Su Wan from the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Division. He's been to the police station five times in three days, but never for any crime. He's a specially appointed technical consultant for the Municipal Public Security Bureau, so he doesn't have to work regular hours. He's just a locksmith."

Lin Zhou sat in a milk tea shop in the mall, and Su Wan sat opposite him.

She had already drunk half of the milk tea in front of her.

She bit off a piece of the straw.

She was looking down at her phone when she suddenly looked up at him.

"Jiang Cheng posted on Weibo. You get a 20,000 yuan bonus. Lao Zhou should bring you the appointment letter when he gets off work."

After she finished speaking, she turned her phone around to show him.

The screen displays a photo of an employment contract.

Lin Zhou recognized Lao Zhou's handwriting at a glance: it was neat, forceful, and the strokes were clean.

He looked down for a long time without speaking, and Su Wan didn't urge him.

She simply pushed the milk tea towards him, and he took a sip—the tea flavor was strong, and the milk flavor was weak, which was his preferred ratio.

The air conditioning in the milk tea shop was set too warmly.

Su Wan rolled up the sleeves of her dark gray hoodie.

He revealed the old scar on his forearm. Lin Zhou saw it but didn't ask. He simply placed the employment letter under the milk tea cup, so the condensation on the cup didn't reach the paper.

He picked up his phone and swiped the screen; the number of viewers in the live stream was still increasing.

190,000, 193,000, 198,000.

In the live chat, some people started commenting "Three-Second King's fans have surpassed 200,000," and someone posted a screenshot of the little girl's mother's thank-you message in the comments section.

Lin Zhou didn't read the comments; he simply propped his phone up next to his milk tea cup.

The front-facing camera was pointed at him. Then he spoke.

In Lin Zhou's live stream room.

The number of online users surged from over 50,000 before the interview to 180,000.

The barrage speed was set to the slowest setting, so it couldn't keep up at all.

Later, passersby all kept asking, "Is the streamer really a policeman?"

"I heard he has a permanent position."

Longtime viewers tirelessly typed questions like "I heard his girlfriend is a criminal police officer" in the live chat.

"He's not a policeman, he's a locksmith. His girlfriend is Su Wan from the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Division. He's been to the police station five times in three days, but never for any crime. He's a specially appointed technical consultant for the Municipal Public Security Bureau, so he doesn't have to work regular hours. He's just a locksmith."

Lin Zhou sat in a milk tea shop in the mall, and Su Wan sat opposite him.

She had already drunk half of the milk tea in front of her.

She bit off a piece of the straw.

She was looking down at her phone when she suddenly looked up at him.

"Jiang Cheng posted on Weibo. You get a 20,000 yuan bonus. Lao Zhou should bring you the appointment letter when he gets off work."

After she finished speaking, she turned her phone around to show him.

The screen displays a photo of an employment contract.

Lin Zhou recognized Lao Zhou's handwriting at a glance: it was neat, forceful, and the strokes were clean.

He looked down for a long time without speaking, and Su Wan didn't urge him.

She simply pushed the milk tea towards him, and he took a sip—the tea flavor was strong, and the milk flavor was weak, which was his preferred ratio.

The air conditioning in the milk tea shop was set too warmly.

Su Wan rolled up the sleeves of her dark gray hoodie.

He revealed the old scar on his forearm. Lin Zhou saw it but didn't ask. He simply placed the employment letter under the milk tea cup, so the condensation on the cup didn't reach the paper.

He picked up his phone and swiped the screen; the number of viewers in the live stream was still increasing.

190,000, 193,000, 198,000.

In the live chat, some people started commenting "Three-Second King's fans have surpassed 200,000," and someone posted a screenshot of the little girl's mother's thank-you message in the comments section.

Lin Zhou didn't read the comments; he simply propped his phone up next to his milk tea cup.

The front-facing camera was pointed at him. Then he spoke.

The number of online users surged from over 50,000 before the interview to 180,000.

The barrage speed was set to the slowest setting, so it couldn't keep up at all.

Later, passersby all kept asking, "Is the streamer really a policeman?"

"I heard he has a permanent position."

Longtime viewers tirelessly typed questions like "I heard his girlfriend is a criminal police officer" in the live chat.

"He's not a policeman, he's a locksmith. His girlfriend is Su Wan from the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Division. He's been to the police station five times in three days, but never for any crime. He's a specially appointed technical consultant for the Municipal Public Security Bureau, so he doesn't have to work regular hours. He's just a locksmith."

Lin Zhou sat in a milk tea shop in the mall, and Su Wan sat opposite him.

She had already drunk half of the milk tea in front of her.

She bit off a piece of the straw.

She was looking down at her phone when she suddenly looked up at him.

"Jiang Cheng posted on Weibo. You get a 20,000 yuan bonus. Lao Zhou should bring you the appointment letter when he gets off work."

After she finished speaking, she turned her phone around to show him.

The screen displays a photo of an employment contract.

Lin Zhou recognized Lao Zhou's handwriting at a glance: it was neat, forceful, and the strokes were clean.

He looked down for a long time without speaking, and Su Wan didn't urge him.

She simply pushed the milk tea towards him, and he took a sip—the tea flavor was strong, and the milk flavor was weak, which was his preferred ratio.

The air conditioning in the milk tea shop was set too warmly.

Su Wan rolled up the sleeves of her dark gray hoodie.

He revealed the old scar on his forearm. Lin Zhou saw it but didn't ask. He simply placed the employment letter under the milk tea cup, so the condensation on the cup didn't reach the paper.

He picked up his phone and swiped the screen; the number of viewers in the live stream was still increasing.

190,000, 193,000, 198,000.

In the live chat, some people started commenting "Three-Second King's fans have surpassed 200,000," and someone posted a screenshot of the little girl's mother's thank-you message in the comments section.

Lin Zhou didn't read the comments; he simply propped his phone up next to his milk tea cup.

The front-facing camera was pointed at him. Then he spoke.

In Lin Zhou's live stream room.

The number of online users surged from over 50,000 before the interview to 180,000.

The barrage speed was set to the slowest setting, so it couldn't keep up at all.

Later, passersby all kept asking, "Is the streamer really a policeman?"

"I heard he has a permanent position."

Longtime viewers tirelessly typed questions like "I heard his girlfriend is a criminal police officer" in the live chat.

"He's not a policeman, he's a locksmith. His girlfriend is Su Wan from the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Division. He's been to the police station five times in three days, but never for any crime. He's a specially appointed technical consultant for the Municipal Public Security Bureau, so he doesn't have to work regular hours. He's just a locksmith."

Lin Zhou sat in a milk tea shop in the mall, and Su Wan sat opposite him.

She had already drunk half of the milk tea in front of her.

She bit off a piece of the straw.

She was looking down at her phone when she suddenly looked up at him.

"Jiang Cheng posted on Weibo. You get a 20,000 yuan bonus. Lao Zhou should bring you the appointment letter when he gets off work."

After she finished speaking, she turned her phone around to show him.

The screen displays a photo of an employment contract.

Lin Zhou recognized Lao Zhou's handwriting at a glance: it was neat, forceful, and the strokes were clean.

He looked down for a long time without speaking, and Su Wan didn't urge him.

She simply pushed the milk tea towards him, and he took a sip—the tea flavor was strong, and the milk flavor was weak, which was his preferred ratio.

The air conditioning in the milk tea shop was set too warmly.

Su Wan rolled up the sleeves of her dark gray hoodie.

He revealed the old scar on his forearm. Lin Zhou saw it but didn't ask. He simply placed the employment letter under the milk tea cup, so the condensation on the cup didn't reach the paper.

He picked up his phone and swiped the screen; the number of viewers in the live stream was still increasing.

190,000, 193,000, 198,000.

In the live chat, some people started commenting "Three-Second King's fans have surpassed 200,000," and someone posted a screenshot of the little girl's mother's thank-you message in the comments section.

Lin Zhou didn't read the comments; he simply propped his phone up next to his milk tea cup.

The front-facing camera was pointed at him. Then he spoke.

The barrage speed was set to the slowest setting, so it couldn't keep up at all.

Later, passersby all kept asking, "Is the streamer really a policeman?"

"I heard he has a permanent position."

Longtime viewers tirelessly typed questions like "I heard his girlfriend is a criminal police officer" in the live chat.

"He's not a policeman, he's a locksmith. His girlfriend is Su Wan from the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Division. He's been to the police station five times in three days, but never for any crime. He's a specially appointed technical consultant for the Municipal Public Security Bureau, so he doesn't have to work regular hours. He's just a locksmith."

Lin Zhou sat in a milk tea shop in the mall, and Su Wan sat opposite him.

She had already drunk half of the milk tea in front of her.

She bit off a piece of the straw.

She was looking down at her phone when she suddenly looked up at him.

"Jiang Cheng posted on Weibo. You get a 20,000 yuan bonus. Lao Zhou should bring you the appointment letter when he gets off work."

After she finished speaking, she turned her phone around to show him.

The screen displays a photo of an employment contract.

Lin Zhou recognized Lao Zhou's handwriting at a glance: it was neat, forceful, and the strokes were clean.

He looked down for a long time without speaking, and Su Wan didn't urge him.

She simply pushed the milk tea towards him, and he took a sip—the tea flavor was strong, and the milk flavor was weak, which was his preferred ratio.

The air conditioning in the milk tea shop was set too warmly.

Su Wan rolled up the sleeves of her dark gray hoodie.

He revealed the old scar on his forearm. Lin Zhou saw it but didn't ask. He simply placed the employment letter under the milk tea cup, so the condensation on the cup didn't reach the paper.

He picked up his phone and swiped the screen; the number of viewers in the live stream was still increasing.

190,000, 193,000, 198,000.

In the live chat, some people started commenting "Three-Second King's fans have surpassed 200,000," and someone posted a screenshot of the little girl's mother's thank-you message in the comments section.

Lin Zhou didn't read the comments; he simply propped his phone up next to his milk tea cup.

The front-facing camera was pointed at him. Then he spoke.

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The number of online users surged from over 50,000 before the interview to 180,000.

The barrage speed was set to the slowest setting, so it couldn't keep up at all.

Later, passersby all kept asking, "Is the streamer really a policeman?"

"I heard he has a permanent position."

Longtime viewers tirelessly typed questions like "I heard his girlfriend is a criminal police officer" in the live chat.

"He's not a policeman, he's a locksmith. His girlfriend is Su Wan from the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Division. He's been to the police station five times in three days, but never for any crime. He's a specially appointed technical consultant for the Municipal Public Security Bureau, so he doesn't have to work regular hours. He's just a locksmith."

Lin Zhou sat in a milk tea shop in the mall, and Su Wan sat opposite him.

She had already drunk half of the milk tea in front of her.

She bit off a piece of the straw.

She was looking down at her phone when she suddenly looked up at him.

"Jiang Cheng posted on Weibo. You get a 20,000 yuan bonus. Lao Zhou should bring you the appointment letter when he gets off work."

After she finished speaking, she turned her phone around to show him.

The screen displays a photo of an employment contract.

Lin Zhou recognized Lao Zhou's handwriting at a glance: it was neat, forceful, and the strokes were clean.

He looked down for a long time without speaking, and Su Wan didn't urge him.

She simply pushed the milk tea towards him, and he took a sip—the tea flavor was strong, and the milk flavor was weak, which was his preferred ratio.

The air conditioning in the milk tea shop was set too warmly.

Su Wan rolled up the sleeves of her dark gray hoodie.

He revealed the old scar on his forearm. Lin Zhou saw it but didn't ask. He simply placed the employment letter under the milk tea cup, so the condensation on the cup didn't reach the paper.

He picked up his phone and swiped the screen; the number of viewers in the live stream was still increasing.

190,000, 193,000, 198,000.

In the live chat, some people started commenting "Three-Second King's fans have surpassed 200,000," and someone posted a screenshot of the little girl's mother's thank-you message in the comments section.

Lin Zhou didn't read the comments; he simply propped his phone up next to his milk tea cup.

The front-facing camera was pointed at him. Then he spoke.

The barrage speed was set to the slowest setting, so it couldn't keep up at all.

Later, passersby all kept asking, "Is the streamer really a policeman?"

"I heard he has a permanent position."

Longtime viewers tirelessly typed questions like "I heard his girlfriend is a criminal police officer" in the live chat.

"He's not a policeman, he's a locksmith. His girlfriend is Su Wan from the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Division. He's been to the police station five times in three days, but never for any crime. He's a specially appointed technical consultant for the Municipal Public Security Bureau, so he doesn't have to work regular hours. He's just a locksmith."

Lin Zhou sat in a milk tea shop in the mall, and Su Wan sat opposite him.

She had already drunk half of the milk tea in front of her.

She bit off a piece of the straw.

She was looking down at her phone when she suddenly looked up at him.

"Jiang Cheng posted on Weibo. You get a 20,000 yuan bonus. Lao Zhou should bring you the appointment letter when he gets off work."

After she finished speaking, she turned her phone around to show him.

The screen displays a photo of an employment contract.

Lin Zhou recognized Lao Zhou's handwriting at a glance: it was neat, forceful, and the strokes were clean.

He looked down for a long time without speaking, and Su Wan didn't urge him.

She simply pushed the milk tea towards him, and he took a sip—the tea flavor was strong, and the milk flavor was weak, which was his preferred ratio.

The air conditioning in the milk tea shop was set too warmly.

Su Wan rolled up the sleeves of her dark gray hoodie.

He revealed the old scar on his forearm. Lin Zhou saw it but didn't ask. He simply placed the employment letter under the milk tea cup, so the condensation on the cup didn't reach the paper.

He picked up his phone and swiped the screen; the number of viewers in the live stream was still increasing.

190,000, 193,000, 198,000.

In the live chat, some people started commenting "Three-Second King's fans have surpassed 200,000," and someone posted a screenshot of the little girl's mother's thank-you message in the comments section.

Lin Zhou didn't read the comments; he simply propped his phone up next to his milk tea cup.

The front-facing camera was pointed at him. Then he spoke.

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The number of online users surged from over 50,000 before the interview to 180,000.

The barrage speed was set to the slowest setting, so it couldn't keep up at all.

Later, passersby all kept asking, "Is the streamer really a policeman?"

"I heard he has a permanent position."

Longtime viewers tirelessly typed questions like "I heard his girlfriend is a criminal police officer" in the live chat.

"He's not a policeman, he's a locksmith. His girlfriend is Su Wan from the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Division. He's been to the police station five times in three days, but never for any crime. He's a specially appointed technical consultant for the Municipal Public Security Bureau, so he doesn't have to work regular hours. He's just a locksmith."

Lin Zhou sat in a milk tea shop in the mall, and Su Wan sat opposite him.

She had already drunk half of the milk tea in front of her.

She bit off a piece of the straw.

She was looking down at her phone when she suddenly looked up at him.

"Jiang Cheng posted on Weibo. You get a 20,000 yuan bonus. Lao Zhou should bring you the appointment letter when he gets off work."

After she finished speaking, she turned her phone around to show him.

The screen displays a photo of an employment contract.

Lin Zhou recognized Lao Zhou's handwriting at a glance: it was neat, forceful, and the strokes were clean.

He looked down for a long time without speaking, and Su Wan didn't urge him.

She simply pushed the milk tea towards him, and he took a sip—the tea flavor was strong, and the milk flavor was weak, which was his preferred ratio.

The air conditioning in the milk tea shop was set too warmly.

Su Wan rolled up the sleeves of her dark gray hoodie.

He revealed the old scar on his forearm. Lin Zhou saw it but didn't ask. He simply placed the employment letter under the milk tea cup, so the condensation on the cup didn't reach the paper.

He picked up his phone and swiped the screen; the number of viewers in the live stream was still increasing.

190,000, 193,000, 198,000.

In the live chat, some people started commenting "Three-Second King's fans have surpassed 200,000," and someone posted a screenshot of the little girl's mother's thank-you message in the comments section.

Lin Zhou didn't read the comments; he simply propped his phone up next to his milk tea cup.

The front-facing camera was pointed at him. Then he spoke.

The barrage speed was set to the slowest setting, so it couldn't keep up at all.

Later, passersby all kept asking, "Is the streamer really a policeman?"

"I heard he has a permanent position."

Longtime viewers tirelessly typed questions like "I heard his girlfriend is a criminal police officer" in the live chat.

"He's not a policeman, he's a locksmith. His girlfriend is Su Wan from the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Division. He's been to the police station five times in three days, but never for any crime. He's a specially appointed technical consultant for the Municipal Public Security Bureau, so he doesn't have to work regular hours. He's just a locksmith."

Lin Zhou sat in a milk tea shop in the mall, and Su Wan sat opposite him.

She had already drunk half of the milk tea in front of her.

She bit off a piece of the straw.

She was looking down at her phone when she suddenly looked up at him.

"Jiang Cheng posted on Weibo. You get a 20,000 yuan bonus. Lao Zhou should bring you the appointment letter when he gets off work."

After she finished speaking, she turned her phone around to show him.

The screen displays a photo of an employment contract.

Lin Zhou recognized Lao Zhou's handwriting at a glance: it was neat, forceful, and the strokes were clean.

He looked down for a long time without speaking, and Su Wan didn't urge him.

She simply pushed the milk tea towards him, and he took a sip—the tea flavor was strong, and the milk flavor was weak, which was his preferred ratio.

The air conditioning in the milk tea shop was set too warmly.

Su Wan rolled up the sleeves of her dark gray hoodie.

He revealed the old scar on his forearm. Lin Zhou saw it but didn't ask. He simply placed the employment letter under the milk tea cup, so the condensation on the cup didn't reach the paper.

He picked up his phone and swiped the screen; the number of viewers in the live stream was still increasing.

190,000, 193,000, 198,000.

In the live chat, some people started commenting "Three-Second King's fans have surpassed 200,000," and someone posted a screenshot of the little girl's mother's thank-you message in the comments section.

Lin Zhou didn't read the comments; he simply propped his phone up next to his milk tea cup.

The front-facing camera was pointed at him. Then he spoke.