Police Chen Shu

"This thin old man is willing to spend a lot of money just to flatter the leader."

Chen Chuan, who had been wandering around the office, came over and commented: "Can one make money with one hundred thousand?"

According to the market price of piglets in northern Myanmar, the minimum price is 200,000 yuan. The red envelope price given by KK Park even reaches 300,000 yuan.

Director Wang smiled: "Let's set up a thread, and when the time comes, when someone gets it back, you can just give him a bag of cash in person."

Jiang Hai raised his head, a little confused, and his voice was not only uncertain but also a little angry: "Why are the police still doing business? Are they still the people's police?"

In response to the question from this student from the police academy in a coastal province, Zhang Jian, as a senior, was not angry. He just said calmly: "When your relatives and friends fall into the fire pit of northern Myanmar, you will be glad that you have such a channel." ”

Chen Shu was silent.

I think back then, when he, a relatively famous star policeman in Dongzhou, heard the news that Zhang Yang had fallen into northern Myanmar, he was as helpless as most people.

For ordinary people, it would be even more unacceptable every day. In such a situation, if you can spend 100,000 to save someone, you will really be like a living Bodhisattva.

As a result, a lot of effort was put into rescuing Zhang Yang, but within two years, she ran back in again.

Thinking of this, Chen Shu suddenly felt helpless in his heart.

Not only for Zhang Yang, but also for myself.

"Young man, the police in reality are not as high-ranking as those on TV." Zhang Jian smiled a little, and his tone was calm, as if he was telling an ordinary thing, "If we want to save people, we have to deal with these people. . Otherwise, should you go to northern Myanmar to find people, or should I go to northern Myanmar to find people? How much time are you prepared to spend on such a large area?"

"But..." A series of questions made Jiang Hai speechless for a moment. He wanted to argue, but Chen Shu raised his hand to stop him.

"Zhang Suo, please tell me if this is a case or a common phenomenon."

Chen Shu habitually began to think about the nature of the problem. If this was only due to the thin old man's unilateral ability, three hundred and sixty lines, Xingxing was a broker.

There is nothing to be afraid of, just be afraid that this phenomenon is common on the border of Yun Province.

That's the big problem.

Chen Shu brought Chen Jian's mobile phone on the coffee table in front of him and observed the thin old man in the first landscape photo and another middle-aged man standing on the other side with the same flattering expression.

"Officer Chen, I admire your observation and logical abilities." Chen Jian smiled, pointed at the middle-aged man, and said calmly, "General Aung Soling, a true Burmese."

Wow!

There was a harsh sound of chairs scraping against the ground.

Zhu Yiba, who had been silent since entering the door, suddenly stood up, dragging the chair with him on the ground, making a series of harsh sounds.

His expression was complicated and his face was slightly red. He was obviously calmed by the name in Zhang Jian's mouth.

General Ang Suoling was the leader of the armed organization that Zoroson belonged to when he was arrested by Zhu Yiba at the border of Yun Province.

Highway, on the Horch sedan.

The atmosphere in the car was dull, no longer the cheerful environment when everyone rushed to the police station.

bite.

The sound of receiving a message via WeChat on your mobile phone.

Ma Rongcheng took out his mobile phone and took a quick glance at it, and said in surprise: "Officer Chen, Zhang Yang has been found over there, and he is definitely in the KK Park in eastern Myanmar. If nothing else, we can see him as soon as the day after tomorrow."

"I'll go! Ouch!" Jiang Hai, who was sitting in the back row, couldn't help but jump up, his head hitting the roof of the car, "It's too fast! This is really much more efficient than going to Fujian to find those lawyers and leaders! Yes! If I take Teacher Ma, do I need to give him 100,000 yuan in cash?”

Ma Rongcheng laughed and said with some pride: "How dare they ask for money when we come forward? This is an opportunity to curry favor with others. We are all rushing to send them over."

Here in Yun Province, the police don't have much care and caution.

"Expert Ma, one code is the same. Things should be done according to the rules. We will prepare 100,000 yuan in cash tomorrow." Chen Shu glanced at the silent Zhu Yiba in the rearview mirror and replied, "Ma Expert, this matter is really troublesome for you, thank you.”

"You're welcome, you're welcome, who among us is following whom?" Ma Rongcheng's face turned into chrysanthemums with a smile.

He knew that all the police stations on the border had access to the park to fish for people, but he didn't expect that the matter would be resolved so quickly in the end. It was so fast.

Ma Rongcheng has been up and down in society for many years. He knows that being able to do things and knowing how to do them are completely different things.

For example, this time the task force, although there has been no progress in the case, has now solved the major concern of Chen Shu, the team leader, which is a more effective achievement than solving the case.

The car was still quiet as Huo Xi drove steadily towards the Ruili Public Security Bureau.

Chen Shu wrote a few words and closed the notebook without saying a word.

His eyes fell on the scenery outside the window, his expression calm, but hiding deep tiredness and helplessness.

It is undeniable that after learning that Zhang Yang had been found, the idea of ​​​​escape emerged in his heart again.

But what should Zhu Yiba do?

"General Ang Suoling and Zuo Luosong, is there any news?" Zhu Yiba asked.

"We have to wait. If the information provided by Zhang Jian is correct, Zorro Song should still be in the KK Park in eastern Myanmar." Ma Rongcheng intentionally or unintentionally avoided General Aung Soling.

Zhu Yiba did not ask further. He only wanted Zoro Song. Since he knew that the other party was in KK Park, there was basically no other problem.

The rest was just waiting for him to leave the country.

An hour later, everyone arrived at the Ruili Public Security Bureau.

There were a lot of people standing in front of the Public Security Bureau. The first one was wearing a white shirt. He was a big boss at the level of police inspector.

Ever since he saw the executive deputy director smiling like a chrysanthemum in the provincial office building, Ma Rongcheng's threshold for shock has been much higher.

With the county-level configuration of the Ruili Public Security Bureau, it is absolutely impossible for a police inspector to exist, so this white shirt must have come from the municipal bureau.

What kind of case did Chen Shu's special case team handle? Ma Rongcheng was puzzled and glanced at Chen Shu sitting in the co-pilot seat. The other party had a normal expression, and there was no excitement and excitement of other low-level police officers seeing the police inspector.

"Wow! Could it be that the director is coming to pick us up?" Jiang Hai's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, "Teacher Ma, you guys are too enthusiastic!"

Warm as hell.

When a special task force comes, they arrange white shirts to welcome them. Are they bored?

Ma Rongcheng laughed, pointed to the front passenger seat, and said mysteriously: "It must be that there are experts in our special task force."

"Oh oh."

Jiang Hai understood a little, but he still didn't understand it thoroughly.

Perhaps because he had been in the police academy for a long time, he was used to seeing teachers wearing white shirts, and didn't have a deeper understanding of this kind of big boss who was a dimensional strike at the grassroots level.

There is a sentence that summarizes it well.

If you are not a policeman, seeing a white shirt is like a frog in a well looking at the moon in the sky; if you are a policeman, seeing a white shirt is like a mayfly seeing the blue sky.