He parked his bicycle in the shed in front of the police station. His colorful and oddly shaped bicycle was particularly conspicuous among the many bicycles parked there.
So Officer Liu saw it as soon as he walked in. He frowned, pointed at the bicycle and asked, "Whose bicycle is this? It's so shabby. Is there anyone this poor in our police station?"
Although their police station is not a lucrative place, it is not that poor. They get subsidies for overtime work, bonuses for solving cases, and a monthly salary, which is more than enough to buy a bicycle.
This bicycle looks like it's about to fall apart. I don't know where these scraps were picked up and pieced together to make it into a bicycle.
Cheng Jiawen was sitting inside chatting with Officer Xiaofan when he suddenly saw Officer Liu pointing at his bicycle and asking whose it was. He quickly walked out and said, "Officer Liu, that bicycle is mine."
Upon hearing this, Officer Liu silently looked at Cheng Jiawen. He was neatly dressed, his clothes were neither new nor old, but at least they had no patches. He didn't look that poor. It seemed that one couldn't judge a person by his appearance. He hadn't expected him to...
Officer Liu patted his shoulder soothingly, his mind turning over and over again, and after a while he finally said, "It's okay, your bike is quite unique."
He didn't dare to speak too directly, fearing that it would hurt his self-esteem, so he had to change the subject stiffly, and silently decided to give him more opportunities to be on duty and let him earn more money.
Cheng Jiawen smiled silently without saying anything. He knew that Officer Liu must have misunderstood something, but he did not explain, making everyone think that it was good for him to be poor. Then he would have a reason to refuse some unnecessary activities in the future.
"Okay, come in, I'll introduce you to everyone." Officer Liu straightened his collar and then took Cheng Jiawen into the police station.
He clapped his hands and motioned for everyone to look over. "Come on, let me introduce you all. This is our instructor, responsible for training everyone's skills."
Everyone sitting in their seats looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion and puzzlement.
"Train them?" someone murmured, seeming very surprised by the suggestion.
"How do they train? Do they have to undergo strict military training every day like soldiers?" another person asked with an expression of disbelief on his face.
Others echoed this sentiment, saying that such a request was excessive for most people. After all, everyone had their own jobs and lives, and couldn't spare a lot of time for dedicated training.
However, Officer Liu, who made this suggestion, seemed confident. He looked at everyone with a smile, as if he had already expected them to have such a reaction.
He waved his hand, "Don't worry, I'll tell you my plan later, so don't worry. Okay, now let's meet your instructor."
After saying that, he waved to Cheng Jiawen. Cheng Jiawen nodded, then took a step forward and calmly introduced himself to everyone, "Hello everyone, my name is Cheng Jiawen. Please take care of me in the future."
Jiang Ziwen, who was sitting in the middle, looked disdainful. "Teach us martial arts? Can you do it? You can't even beat us, right?"
Hearing the provocation, Cheng Jiawen looked in the direction of the voice towards Jiang Ziwen who was sitting in the middle seat. This man was fair and clean, but very strong, with large lumps of muscle on his arms.
When he stood up, Cheng Jiawen raised his head slightly to look at him. Cheng Jiawen was 1.88 meters tall, which was considered tall among men. Unexpectedly, Jiang Ziwen was even taller. It was estimated that he was more than 1.9 meters tall, maybe even 2 meters tall?
When the two of them stood together, Cheng Jiawen looked very thin.
Cheng Jiawen looked at him calmly with a smile, "If you don't believe me, how about we compete?"
Jiang Ziwen glanced at him up and down, looking at his small body, and said disdainfully: "Forget it, I'm afraid of hurting you, your small body."
"Well, it's true that I'm not as big as you, but fighting is not about size, it's about brains." Cheng Jiawen said lightly.
Jiang Ziwen scratched his head, not understanding what he meant. Everyone started to jeer, "Jiang Ziwen, just compete with him. Maybe you can't beat him."
"Bullshit, how could I not beat him?" Jiang Ziwen was provoked and exploded, pointing at Cheng Jiawen angrily, "Okay, I will compete with you, I will let you know what it means to be powerful."
After he finished speaking, he was seen walking to the yard first, and then he began to stretch his limbs and muscles. Every movement seemed smooth and neat.
Seeing this, Cheng Jiawen followed him at a leisurely pace. He took off his coat expressionlessly and threw it aside. Then he stood steadily in the yard, then slowly stretched his body and moved his hands and feet in an orderly manner.
At this moment, the entire courtyard was filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere, as if a thrilling battle was about to break out. Both men stared at each other solemnly, their eyes gleaming with determination and resoluteness, neither willing to show any weakness.
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