Mastering the Sword Manual, sweeping across the globe

"Are you sure?" the political commissar asked.

“I’m sure.” Chan Ho-nam’s voice was low, but this time he didn’t hesitate.

The bureau chief glanced at him, remained silent for a few seconds, then closed the lid of his teacup and said, "Alright, you can go now."

Chen Haonan was slightly taken aback. He raised his head and scanned the faces of the people in the row opposite him.

The bureau chief was already collecting the documents on the table, the political commissar was unscrewing the lid of his teacup, and the director of the political department was closing his notebook.

Chan Ho-nam stood up, put the pen and notebook on the table into his briefcase, zipped it up, gave a slight bow to the person opposite him, and turned to walk towards the door.

The door closed gently behind me.

The corridor was quiet; he could hear his own footsteps, but no one called out to him.

No one greeted him.

……

Two hours after leaving the branch office building, Chen Haonan received a new shift schedule notification.

"According to the unified dispatch from higher authorities, effective immediately, you and Comrade Huang Yong from Jiangsu Road Police Station of Ningchang Branch will be assigned to a joint patrol team to handle cross-regional police incidents. See the attached schedule for details."

The following week marked the beginning of the most agonizing period of their police careers for Chan Ho-nam and Wong Yung.

Every morning, a black minivan pulls up in front of the Caojiadu Police Station.

There were five people in the vehicle: a driver, a cameraman, two plainclothes inspectors, and a technician who never spoke, responsible for adjusting the radio equipment and backup power.

Chan Ho-nam and Wong Yung sat in the back seat, while the inspector sat opposite them with a notebook spread out on his lap, the pen cap never covering it.

The area covered by police deployment is expanding day by day.

For the first two days, I was just wandering around the outskirts of Shanghai, dealing with water leakage disputes in Baoshan, dog-related disturbances in Jiading, property management conflicts in Qingpu, and complaints about illegal construction in Songjiang.

Over the next two days, the scope expanded to Suzhou and Wuxi.

In the last few days, police dispatch orders from Jiaxing, Huzhou, Xuancheng, and Zhenjiang were flooded into their police mobile terminals.

Under normal procedures, it is impossible for police officers in Shanghai to travel to other provinces to respond to calls.

However, every dispatch order issued by the dispatch center was stamped with a provincial-level coordination seal, with complete procedures and compliance, leaving no room for complaint.

Each police dispatch order had a very concise "crime description": "neighborhood dispute", "family conflict", "noise disturbance".

Once you get to the location, you'll find that in every police case involved, at least one party is an exceptionally outstanding woman (please note, this is not meant as sarcasm; she is genuinely exceptional). They are organized, and their evidence is complete, including decibel monitoring data, record sheets spanning several months, and stacks of acceptance receipts issued by property management, street offices, and relevant departments.

Their familiarity with laws and regulations often surpassed that of Chen Haonan, and every word they uttered hit the weak points of mediation arguments.

The most tragic thing is that these disputes are often impossible to resolve. Downstairs needs quiet, upstairs needs activity; neighbors need ventilation, chimneys need smoke extraction; those working the night shift need to sleep during the day, but the electric drills used for renovations can't be left off.

Both sides have legitimate needs, both sides feel wronged, and both sides have waited too long, so long that their patience has been worn down to the point of being like sandpaper. Every time they open their mouths, they are scraping the other side's limit of tolerance.

In the past, there was an unspoken shortcut for handling such incidents: say a few nice words, compromise, and agree to leave it at that for today, then contact us if there are any further developments.

The mediation record simply states, "Both parties are emotionally stable and agree to resolve the matter through negotiation," and the case is considered closed.

As for whether they will call 110 again tomorrow, that's a matter for tomorrow.

But not now.

The camera lens was set up just three steps behind them, and the two inspectors kept writing from beginning to end.

They never interfere with law enforcement; they will never speak unless you ask them a question.

But they recorded everything.

What was the tone of your first words when you entered the room? Did you listen to the caller's complete statement? Were the legal provisions you cited during mediation accurate? Did you leave both parties with valid contact information before leaving?

All of this was written line by line in that notebook that he never let go of.

A week has passed, and Chan Ho-nam and Wong Ng have earned the title of "World's Most Incompetent Fast Team". In a whole week, there were 47 police reports, and the two of them had a 0% success rate in handling the cases and a 0% satisfaction rate among the callers.

That's right, all the footage of these 47 police incidents was broadcast by the TV station every night and uploaded to the internet.

Another week later, early in the morning, Chen Haonan and Huang Yong both received a notice to "suspend their duties and undergo retraining".

At the same time, four other filming crews were formed.

Two film crews were formed to review all the police cases that the two individuals had handled.

As for the other two film crews...

Huang Yong's wife was a civil servant in the Puyang District Industrial Bureau and has since retired; Chen Haonan's father was an administrative staff member in a state-owned enterprise in Dongpu District and has also since retired.

These two film crews were specifically tasked with investigating all the matters handled by these two retired individuals.

Each film crew consists of at least 30 people.

The program to be produced has already been named:

Records of the Censorate's Investigations