June 23rd was not a sunny day. Shanghai has entered the plum rain season, and with the rainy season recently arriving across the country, the next few days will be cloudy and rainy.
Gao Ang's dream of sunbathing was shattered, but even so, he still felt warm all over, even if it wasn't as refreshing as a sunny day.
Routine daily training, such as sit-ups, push-ups, and squats, is not aimed at increasing strength, but rather at familiarizing oneself with strength.
Gao Ang discovered a problem: his physical attributes, including his physical strength, increased completely naturally. According to his deduction, this was probably caused by 'photosynthesis'.
Aren't all green plants like this? I've never seen them eat anything good. They just drink some water, bask in the sun, and absorb some messy air, and they can grow into towering trees. He's probably the same way.
Gao Gao had just finished training and hadn't even had a chance to shower when Xia Weiwei burst into the gym, saying, "Hurry up and get ready, I'm taking you to the Municipal Bureau."
"Big sister, could you please knock before you come in? What if I'm naked?"
His words were loaded with meaning; his purpose was to tease her and see if this aloof beauty remembered what happened last night.
“Two arms and two legs, who hasn’t seen them before…” came the reply in a voice devoid of emotion but pleasant to the ear, “And, if there’s no braised pork tonight…”
Gao Ang was stunned. He thought that when it came to the topic of being naked, Xia Weiwei would at least blush or call him 'shameless' or something. But she didn't follow his lead at all and even gave him a piece of her mind.
"I'll give you five minutes. Get in the car and leave." With that, Xia Weiwei turned and strode away from the gym.
He had 3 minutes to shower and brush his teeth, 2 minutes to get dressed and walk, and finally, just as Xia Weiwei was getting impatient, Gao Ang climbed into his Wrangler.
"Big sister, do you get such good benefits in your department?" Gao Feng asked with a puzzled look as he looked inside the Wrangler. This question had been on his mind for a long time.
"Purchased by myself!"
Xia Weiwei didn't tolerate him and sped off in a Jeep Wrangler.
"Holy crap, slow down! I haven't fastened my seatbelt yet!"
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"Wait, Team Leader Cao Kun will be here shortly!"
Xia Weiwei led Gao Ang to a meeting room, coldly uttered a sentence, and left, not even bothering to pour him a glass of water.
On the way, Gao Ang had already contacted his senior brother, and the reply he received was: Good news!
Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long. Cao Kun walked in, munching on an egg pancake, and tossed him a meat bun, saying, "It's mutton, have some to tide you over."
"Senior brother, what good news is it?" Although he wasn't hungry, Gao Feng took a bite with feigned interest and asked curiously.
"Didn't you help us catch Lao Fang and the others last time? We've brought you here this time to give you a bonus."
"Is this for real?"
Gao Ang was genuinely happy this time. He had been busy studying his body lately, and his live streams had become increasingly irregular. Although he received some donations from Lao Wan, the phenomenon of "tycoons" was rare, and he felt like he was about to starve.
"Their case happened twenty years ago. Back then, Xijiang Province offered a reward of 100,000 yuan. After twenty years of fund operation, this money has now accumulated to 100,000 yuan. Part of it was given to the public who provided clues. Your share, plus the reward from our Shanghai Municipal Bureau, is a total of 100,000 yuan. How about that, senior brother, aren't you generous enough?"
Cao Kun finished the pancake in his hand, poured himself a glass of water, took a sip, and then looked at Gao Ang with a smile.
"Senior brother, is it true?"
Gao Ang was utterly shocked by the news, and suddenly the mutton bun in his mouth no longer tasted good.
Why bother with steamed buns? With this money, let's go on a feast! Hmm, it seems he doesn't need to eat anything anymore... but he can still taste the flavors, right?
"Of course it's true. Director Zhao will take you there when he arrives. Just behave yourself and don't say anything irrelevant."
Cao Kun repeatedly warned him, knowing his junior brother's personality well—in short, a "talkative blabbermouth." It wasn't that he liked to boast, but rather that he could talk endlessly about anything and everything. He was afraid Gao Feng might say something wrong in front of Director Zhao, which would jeopardize his own future.
"Don't worry, when I get to Director Zhao, I'll only say two words: 'Yes' and 'Okay'."
Cao Kun nodded in satisfaction and told Gao Ang to sit down for a while and wait for his instructions.
Bored by himself in the meeting room, Gao Ang activated his superpower and began to 'observe' the building.
The place with the strong smell of cooking oil must be the restaurant, and the place with the particularly strong smell of sweat and a very complex composition must be the reception hall. Oh wow, Gao Ang smelled the familiar mixture of gunpowder, cleaning agents, lubricants, and rust inhibitors again. It seems this must be the armory.
He had just smelled a faint similar scent on Cao Kun, so it seemed that Cao Kun had also carried the weapon that was taken from here. As for whether he was carrying it now, that was definitely not the case, because Gao Ang did not smell any particularly strong scent on him.
Following his olfactory memory and scent route, Gao Ang 'drew' a diagram of the interior of the Shanghai Police Department building during the chaos, even including several small flower beds outside the building. The wildflowers inside were also very beautiful, and their fragrant scents were irresistible and could not be stopped from entering his nose.
Before the sketch was even finished, Cao Kun pulled him up, saying, "Come on, come on, Director Zhao is looking for you."
Fortunately, Director Zhao Yinglai didn't say much. He simply greeted Gao Ang, praised him a few times with nice words like "righteous and courageous, never forgetting his original aspiration, brave and resourceful," and finally signed a note and handed it over, saying, "Let Xiao Cao take you to the finance office."
Once they were a little further away from Director Zhao's office, Gao Ang excitedly asked Cao Kun, "This note alone is worth 500,000?"
"Dream on. The cops are just a little more convenient. The necessary procedures have already been completed. You can't expect Director Zhao to take you to collect the money, can you?"
“That’s true. For a bureau chief, it would cost at least 5 million to go in person.” Gao Ang nodded in agreement.
“50 million won’t do either. We’re not keen on getting our hands on any more money. Your 500,000,” Cao Kun glanced at it enviously before continuing, “is the largest sum of money I’ve seen in the bureau in all these years.”
"No way, senior brother, you're from the Shanghai Municipal Public Security Bureau! You're talking about 500,000 yuan?" Gao Ang didn't believe it at all. Shanghai was an international metropolis, after all. You're telling him 500,000 yuan is a huge sum...
"Believe it or not, we're a disciplined force, what do you think?" Cao Kun glared at him irritably, pushed him toward the finance office, and leaned against the wall to play on his phone.
Gao Ang thought things would be a little troublesome, after all, what Cao Kun had just said was beyond his expectations, but the efficiency of the municipal bureau's accountant was so high that it frightened him.
After reviewing his note, making a record, taking his ID card, and registering his bank account number, Gao Ang finally realized what was going on when the accountant said, "All done?"
"Yes, the money will arrive within 24 hours."
Half-believing, half-doubting, Gao Ang left the finance office and grabbed Cao Kun, "Senior brother, what if the money doesn't arrive in your account?"
"Ask the guy inside, why are you asking me? It's not like I owe you money." Seeing his attitude, Cao Kun wanted to hit him. He'd worked hard all year and didn't even earn half as much as the guy...
Gao Feng was just asking casually; how could he not trust the efficiency of the Municipal Bureau?
"Senior, don't you get a bonus?" he asked curiously.
"Yes, I got a second-class merit award and a bonus that's not even a fraction of what you got." You could tell that although Cao Kun was complaining, there was no trace of disappointment in his tone; in fact, there was a hint of happiness.
"No, I'll share some with you."
"No, public officials cannot accept property from the people."
"I'm just being polite; the money hasn't even reached my account yet."
"...You little rascal! By the way, how are things going with Xia?"
Cao Kun was quite concerned about this issue. One was Xia Weiwei, the daughter of his old colleague, who was well-liked in the group and even the team. The other was his junior colleague, a high-achieving student who was highly regarded and cared for by his mentor. He was also the son of a meritorious official. If he could bring these two together, it would be a win-win situation.
Moreover, in his personal opinion, the two of them were a perfect match, both good-looking and of similar height. The only problem was that his junior brother was too playful, and he was afraid that the girl wouldn't like him.
"She's alright, barely a competent landlady. But she has a problem: she likes to go into other people's rooms all the time. You should remind her when you have time. It's a lone man and woman, and things might get out of hand."
After thinking it over, Gao Ang expressed his opinion: although this woman had some minor flaws, he could accept her because of the low rent, her tall figure, and her unbeatable looks.
In short: good looks are everything.
"Senior brother, I can't chat with you anymore. I need to hurry back and learn how to make braised pork. It's all your fault. If Xia Weiwei doesn't get to eat braised pork tonight, I'll have to get out of her big villa."
Watching Gao Ang leave in a hurry, Cao Kun smiled slightly. "What's the point of reminding him? It would be better if things just went wrong, hehe!"
I took a taxi back, and on the way, Gao Ang started looking for videos on his phone about how to make braised pork. He also ordered some ingredients online, and he bought some high-end ones, because he couldn't bring himself to make something too shabby.
When it came to choosing the flavor, Gao Ang was troubled: should he make it savory or sweet?
Logically speaking, Xia Weiwei is from Shanghai, so she must like sweets, but I am from the North and can't get used to such greasy food.
"Only kids make choices. Can't you just cook two dishes?"
Having made up his mind, Gao bought another batch of ingredients, one salty and one sweet, just right!
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