Zhang Pu asked casually, "Have you ever worked as police officers before?"
"No, no!" Sun Guanglin quickly bowed and replied. He stepped forward, bowing and scraping as he approached Zhang Puhe. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and respectfully offered it to Zhang Puhe.
“We brothers are here because this uniform makes us look imposing. We’re far from home, in a place where we don’t know anyone. With this uniform, we’re not afraid of being bullied! If we brothers ever fail to do something in the future, please forgive us.”
Zhang Puhe glanced at him sideways, then took the cigarette. Sun Guanglin picked up the matchbox on the table, quickly lit a match for Zhang Puhe, and then bowed and retreated.
Zhang Pu took a drag of his cigarette before smiling with satisfaction: "You're quite clever. To outsiders, the work of the police station looks prestigious, but it's a very demanding job. You can't be lazy, and you have to be observant. There are many tricks to it, so you'll have to learn them well in the future."
He lowered his voice and said gently, "But there's a good amount of money to be made here, enough for you to support your families. Work hard for me from now on. Since you're all Young Master Zhang's people, I won't treat you unfairly."
"We're all in this thanks to you, Section Chief! We'll do whatever you say!" The two men quickly bowed and scraped, offering repeated thanks.
Zhang Puhe then asked, "In our French Concession, there are powerful gangs, and all sorts of people come from all walks of life. Have you ever handled guns before?"
Sun Guanglin and Tian Anyi shook their heads repeatedly. Sun Guanglin quickly replied, "No, no, we brothers are just farmers. We don't know anything. We'll have to ask you for guidance in the future!"
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