Lenser and Hughes exchanged a glance, their poverty written all over their faces.
It seems the bureau chief is rather poor; many people say he looks like the butcher next door.
Moreover, he's quite stingy, and getting reimbursed is always a struggle for him.
Grace smiled wryly and said, "Mr. Yang, is our tight budget really that obvious?"
Yang Cheng nodded and said, "It's obvious. These two junior police officers didn't even have a bicycle when they went out to handle cases, let alone a car. They actually walked back to the police station on their own two feet."
Of course, this could also be explained by the fact that these two junior police officers are not of high rank, so they are not provided with a car.
However, Hughes just said that your police station serves beef blood soup for lunch.
As far as I know, this seems to be the favorite thing of the poorest people, right? Because at least it's a kind of meat.
The food at your police station doesn't seem to be much better than in prison.
Most importantly, I'm just a freelance witcher with some skill, but no fame.
If your police department wants to hire a special consultant, you should logically look for powerful and famous witchers, or Night Watchmen, alchemists, and astrologers, instead of choosing me.
The only answer is that you thought that since I'm a witcher from the Western Continent, new to the area, my price should be very cheap, which is why you came to me, right?
Grace felt as if she had been stripped naked, as if she had no privacy whatsoever in front of Mr. Yang.
He sighed and said, "Mr. Yang is right, the police station's budget is indeed very tight."
However, we want to hire you, Mr. Yang, as a special advisor, not because you are cheap, but because Hughes and Lenser said that your strength is comparable to that of a legendary Witcher.
We came here because of your abilities.
Yang Cheng asked curiously, "You're supposed to be the police station for an entire region, how come you're doing so poorly? Didn't the government of St. Brand give you enough funding?"
Grace sighed again and explained the situation to Yang Cheng in detail, which made Yang Cheng understand what had happened.
Saint Brand was the capital of the Assyrian Kingdom, but even the capital was not a place of wealth.
Saint Brand is divided into five districts: four districts in the east, west, south, and north, and the central district where the royal palace is located.
The central area is naturally the most prosperous and bustling, as it is the true heart of St. Brand and the residence of the wealthy and noble.
Earl Nat, a fallen earl with little real power, wasn't even eligible to live in the central district.
The other four districts all served the central area, but the western district was the poorest and was also known as the slum.
Therefore, the Western District Police Department has the least funding, because they don't need to serve those nobles and wealthy merchants, so they naturally don't need that much funding.
As for the poor slaves, they died and that was that; countless people would flood into St. Brand and the West End every day to fill the vacancies.
It would be a complete waste of police resources to target these poor people.
Therefore, the entire Western District Police Station has only about fifty people, while the Central District Police Station has more than five hundred people, a difference of more than ten times. As for the police station's funding, it is less than one percent of the other's.
Grace, as the bureau chief, could actually live a more comfortable life.
As long as he reduces police presence and ignores the plight of the poor, the money saved will be enough for everyone to live comfortably.
But Grace came from the slums of the West Side. He rose from a lowly police officer in the West Side to the deputy chief of police in the Central District, and finally chose to return to the West Side to become the chief.
He wanted to change the situation in the West End and didn't want it to become a breeding ground for crime, so he was trying to maintain it.
Unfortunately, his superiors did not support him. If it weren't for his connections in the central district and the police headquarters, he wouldn't even be able to get the meager funding he has now.
When faced with supernatural forces, the West Side pales in comparison.
In the past, all kinds of supernatural events were handled by the police department in conjunction with the night watchmen.
However, in recent years, the relationship between the Kingdom and the Church of Light has become somewhat unpleasant, and the Night Watch of the Church of Light has become increasingly domineering and arrogant, so the two sides have gradually stopped contacting each other.
Unless it is a very big or serious incident, it will be reported to the higher command, and only after the police station agrees can it be reported to the night watchmen for them to handle.
For example, if it weren't for Yang Cheng's intervention in the matter of Count Nat summoning the evil god, he would probably have had to ask the Night's Watch for help in the end.
As for other less serious supernatural events, they are to be handled by the special advisors of the respective police departments.
Police departments in other districts have a dedicated portion of their case-handling funds for hiring special consultants. These consultants include witchers, alchemists, astrologers, or other highly renowned supernatural beings.
The western district is so poor that it certainly doesn't have the funds.
The only special advisor in the West End is Master Morton, the senior alchemist.
This was because Morton was a good friend of Grace's. The two had known each other since Grace was the deputy director of the Central District. They had experienced many supernatural events together, and Grace had helped Morton a lot. They had a very good relationship, which is why Morton came to the West District as a special advisor.
Of course, this special advisor position is voluntary and doesn't come with much money.
After listening, Yang Cheng felt quite admiring of the chubby bureau chief.
The phrase "never forget your original aspiration" sounds simple, but it is truly difficult to put into practice, and very few people can actually do it.
"Director Grace, since you don't have the funds, what are you planning to use to hire me? You don't mean you want me to work for free like Master Morton, do you?"
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