Chapter 183 Too Powerful
"Got it. Thank you, Mr. Zhong, for your care." Jian Ruochen saluted.
Officer Zhong looked at it and suddenly felt a little dazed.
Jian Ruochen was really different from other cadet police officers. As soon as he entered the academy, he stood straight with a straight back.
During the drill training, he was holding the ceremonial gun, and as soon as he kicked out, you could tell that it was something special. Sir Zhong was knowledgeable and knew that it was the Chinese style of drill, which was very cool.
It's a pity that Hong Kong has not returned, so now he can only practice the British style. The British style of marching is slower, the arms are raised higher, and it doesn't look as righteous as the Chinese style. When he was practicing in the first class, the drill instructor even complained to him.
It is said that Jian Ruochen had a stern face when he was doing the English-style marching, and he seemed to be mumbling Mandarin, looking reluctant.
Sir Zhong thought about it and found it a little funny. Just as the corner of his mouth raised, the alarm bell rang.
He was stunned and looked up. "What other classes are there?"
"It's career guidance." Jian Ruochen said.
Officer Zhong was stunned.
Career guidance?
"Are you going?"
After he asked the question, he couldn't help laughing, thinking that he had asked a nonsense question.
What career guidance does Jian Ruochen want?
Upon graduation, he joined the Hong Kong Police Force's Organized Crime and Triad Bureau and was assigned important tasks in investigating kidnapping and terrorist cases.
Chief Superintendent Fang Kaichang of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau was waiting eagerly.
In addition to Fang Kaichang, there is also Guan Yingjun. As the Chief Superintendent of CIB, he is eager to have a criminal psychology expert to continue to help the intelligence unit interrogate people.
"I won't go." Jian Ruochen said with a smile.
"Okay, then you pack up, I'm leaving."
As soon as Officer Zhong left, Jian Ruochen fell onto bed number 1 and rolled on it.
Police academies everywhere have similar rules, including no clutter on desks, no trash in trash cans, and no one sitting on beds.
Hong Kong is a British-style police academy, and the rules include that there cannot be wrinkles on shirts and no dust on leather shoes.
But he is about to leave, can't he just rebel and get out of here?
Jian Ruochen rolled twice, flattened the neatly folded bedding with one punch, looked at the flattened steamed bun, and laughed heartily.
This quilt required by British housekeeping is not as comfortable as tofu blocks.
When Gong Ruiming came in, he saw at a glance that Jian Ruochen's suitcase, which was already empty, was neatly packed and placed on the table, with only the lid left.
The white-haired young man put his military-booted feet on a small stool and sat on the edge of the bed to peel a mandarin orange and eat it. The trash can was placed next to his knees. He tilted his head and spit out the seeds, which fell into the plastic bag.
When Jian Ruochen saw him, he threw the remaining half of the orange to him.
Gong Ruiming picked up the phone and sat opposite Jian Ruochen to eat it petal by petal. "I called my brother yesterday and he asked me to train under him first."
Gong Ruiming is not the only child in the family, he has an older brother.
It was Inspector Gong Yingjie of the Organized Crime Bureau of the Kowloon West Regional Police Station.
"You don't want to?" Jian Ruochen looked at him with half-closed eyes.
"Not really." Gong Ruiming thought it was too annoying to eat petals one by one, so he threw the rest into his mouth and chewed it. "He's too nosy and will even tell my parents about it. I don't want to be under his surveillance even at work."
He turned over and lay face to face with Jian Ruochen. He looked at the person in front of him and said, "Besides, the two of us had such a tacit understanding when we simulated rescuing hostages. It would be great if we could work together. We would definitely be the best partners!"
Gong Ruiming was a bit talkative. He didn't wait for Jian Ruochen to answer and continued, "I haven't thanked you for lending me your IC card to call me yesterday when I had no money. When I called, I had an argument with my brother and used up all your money, so you couldn't call yesterday..."
"It's okay." Jian Ruochen fluffed up the quilt a little more and used it as a cushion behind him. "It's okay if I don't call home for a day. Godfather and Guan Sir are not such stingy people."
He raised his hand and smelled his fingertips, which still smelled a bit of orange, so he took out a wet wipe and wiped it while saying, "Besides... because I already have two years of grassroots work experience, Fang Kaichang from O Ji has already sent me a job offer."
Having lived together for such a long time, and with only half an hour for phone calls at night, Gong Ruiming already knew the relationship between Jian Ruochen and Guan Yingjun, and had also witnessed Jian Ruochen's extreme balance of power by making a phone call every 15 minutes, so he was no longer surprised.
But at this moment, he took a breath and said, "O Ji?"
That’s the Police O Division!
A place that has more access to major cases than the Serious Crime Unit of the West Kowloon Regional Police Station, the cases taken over by the Police Triad Bureau are basically major cases related to national security!
Gong Yingjie was extremely envious, "I don't know how many years it will take to get promoted."
Jian Ruochen smiled at him, "You have such strong professional ability, and you graduated from the Medical School of Hong Kong University. You have a talent for trace examination. As long as West Kowloon can still encounter major cases, you will be able to make a name for yourself in the Police Department in three years at most with your performance."
but……
The performance of West Kowloon has been sucked up by the serious crime squad, and it is currently the place with the highest safety factor in the whole of Hong Kong. Some Hong Kong criminals even go to Guangdong Province and become "Guangdong drifting" criminals, selling drugs in Guangdong and Guangxi and doing pornography, gambling and drug businesses.
For these people, even if they have to endure more hardships in the Mainland and live as foreigners, they would rather not do evil in West Kowloon.
The crime clearance rate in West Kowloon is really too high.
Can't afford to offend.
"If you really don't want to go to West Kowloon, then I suggest you consider the Royal Hong Kong Police Station." Jian Ruochen stood up, took off his shirt and tried on the police uniform.
It was June 1995, early summer again.
The weather was hot, but the police uniforms for the graduation ceremony were long-sleeved. The white long sleeves were buttoned and tied with a black belt, outlining the thin waist and long, straight legs.
Gong Ruiming looked at him and hissed, "I still can't forget the scene of you beating people with your legs."
When Jian Ruochen simulated being held hostage, he actually confronted the instructor from the Police Operations Division who was playing the role of instructor. After a set of negotiations, the instructor's head was buzzing.
Just when everyone thought that Jian Ruochen just wanted to delay time through negotiation or get the instructor to release him.
He grabbed the instructor's arm with his backhand, turned around, squatted, and swept across in one go, knocking the instructor to the ground, performing a perfect offense and defense move.
The instructor was held down by his hands, his face pressed against the hot concrete floor, and he lay there for a long time without reacting.
It turns out that Jian Ruochen's negotiation was not for negotiation at all, but to divert the instructor's attention!
In the past, they had no idea how good Consultant Jian’s negotiation skills were, but after that incident, everyone had to think twice before speaking to Consultant Jian.
Gong Yingjie thought about it and admired it for a while, then sighed and brought the topic back to employment. "The Royal Police... Just now the career teacher recommended me to go there, saying that there is a lot of work to be done there and the water will be replaced soon. I only need to suffer for two more years. After the return, a large number of British people will be replaced. By then, I will fill in and be promoted quickly."
"That's true. I think so too." Jian Ruochen straightened his clothes and pointed to the place where he would pin the medal at the graduation ceremony.
He now has four medals.
In addition to the two awarded from the mainland, there are also two Good Citizen Medals awarded from Hong Kong.
Once you become a public servant, you are no longer a citizen and you will not be able to receive the Good Citizen Award in the future. Although the two medals are not valuable, they are rare to him.
Gong Ruiming looked at the white shirt and said, "The dress is nice, but it's a little empty at the chest. It would be better if it had a tassel."
Jian Ruo glared at him, "But if there is a ceremonial tassel, there will be no place to hang the medal."
Gong Ruiming: …
So powerful.
This was really not a possibility he could consider.
I'm really envious.
Jian Ruochen smiled and said, "With your level, are you still worried about not being able to get the Bauhinia Medal in the future? West Kowloon is out of the question. If you work for the Royal Hong Kong Police, you will definitely be awarded the medal by 1997 at the latest. I'm in the Police Force. If I encounter a case that requires the cooperation of the Hong Kong Regional Police Station, how about I come to you?"
Gong Ruiming slapped his thigh and said, "You have been awarded a medal, I believe you!"
Done!
Other police cadets came back at the door one after another. After 9 months of depression, they finally didn't have to be caught and deducted points by the housekeeping patrol. Seeing Jian Ruochen sleeping in a ball on the quilt, they immediately followed his example and punched a few times to vent their anger.
After everyone got together to try on the police uniforms, they took basins to the bathhouse to take a bath.
When we first entered school, we were a little embarrassed, but now we can be frank with each other and don’t feel it’s a big deal.
Jian Ruochen turned on the water and stood there to rinse her hair. She didn't follow any conventional methods. She filled the almost empty shampoo bottle with some water, shook it, and then poured it on her head. She could wash her hair for another day.
Gong Ruiming thought it was funny, "If you don't have it, I can lend it to you."
No matter how many times he watched, he always felt that Jian Ruochen's washing was interesting. He was obviously a rich second-generation, and he usually spent money lavishly, as if he didn't care about money, but when washing his hair, face and brushing his teeth, he could create an air of being stingy.
"No, I'll just throw it away after I wash this time. I'm too lazy to take the bottle back." As he said this, he shook the bottle of shower gel again and rubbed it on his body in the same way, like a little fox in boiling water.
Each cubicle was blocked only by a tile below the waist, and there was a shower curtain behind, so people standing in a row could only see the upper body.
Gong Yingjie didn't dare to look at it any more.
After all, Jian Ruochen already has a partner, and it would be impolite to keep looking at her.
After taking a shower, everyone went back to pack their luggage, and when it was time to make a phone call, they called home.
Jian Ruochen's IC card was out of money, and he couldn't make a call, so he had to lie down at the table and spent half an hour writing a speech for outstanding graduates. When he took it to Officer Zhong for inspection, he said, "Mr. Zhong, can you help me call Mr. Guan and ask him to ask Uncle Luo to deliver the medal before tomorrow's ceremony?"
Mr. Zhong hesitated to speak: "That's it? Nothing else to say?"
You know, Jian Ruochen didn't make a phone call yesterday, and his phone was almost blown up by Guan Sir at night.
The people over there thought something had happened to Jian Ruochen, so they spoke in a deep voice with trembling voice, and only returned to normal when they heard that he was fine.
As a result, Jian Ruochen was unaware of anything!
"Do you have anything else to tell Guan Yingjun?" asked Officer Zhong.
Jian Ruo pondered for a moment and realized that Guan Yingjun missed him and might have called Sir Zhong.
He knew exactly what Guan Yingjun wanted to hear, but he couldn't stop feeling bad inside.
Jian Ruochen smiled slyly, "Then ask him to tell Uncle Luo that I miss Uncle Luo and want to go home to eat spicy fried beef tomorrow night."
Mr. Zhong: ... "Okay."
Guan Yingjun, ah, Guan Yingjun.
It seems like your little partner doesn't miss you at all.
This young man, with a huge age gap, just can’t make up his mind... Alas!
Jian Ruochen took back the manuscript, pretended not to see the expression on the instructor's face, and turned back to the dormitory.
Neither Sir Guan nor Uncle Luo are petty people.
It's okay not to call for two days.
It should be okay for him to tease her a little…he’ll be going home tomorrow anyway.
After lights out.
Jian Ruochen lay down on the bed, turned over, pulling the quilt, and thought about graduating and joining the police force.
I didn’t make it into the police academy in my previous life, but I made it to the end in this life.
Jian Ruochen couldn't help but get excited.
I feel like I got a graduate degree by traveling through time.
No one wanted to sleep that night because they knew that after they said goodbye the next day, some of the people who wanted to join the undercover career might never be seen again in their lives.
We chatted until the second half of the night, and finally we closed our eyes and fell asleep because we couldn't hold on any longer.
The next day. Ten o'clock in the morning.
Jian Ruochen changed into the police uniform and had just buttoned up when there were three knocks on the dormitory door. When he looked up, it was Instructor Zhong standing outside. He was holding four small boxes in his hands and said to Jian Ruochen, "The medals have been delivered."
Jian Ruochen took it with a smile, "Is it from Uncle Luo?"
Officer Zhong hesitated for a second before finally saying, "Sir Guan sent it personally. He is at the playground now."
Jian Ruochen paused, "He's not going to work?"
"Your graduation ceremony will be watched by the chief superintendents of various police departments, and a senior will give a speech." Instructor Zhong looked at the other people in the dormitory, leaned over to Jian Ruochen and said something nice to Guan Yingjun, "Some people have asked for leave for some reason, but Guan Sir probably doesn't want to miss the more important moments in your life."
Jian Ruochen's scalp tingled.
He dared to tease Guan Yingjun yesterday because they would not meet until the evening, and it would not matter what he did then.
But, the police induction ceremony is during the day!
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