Jin Kemu moved the blinds and looked out the window through the gap.
From his office, he can have a panoramic view of the room check-in situation.
"Hey, this Xiao Cheng, tsk." Jin Kemu thought for a long time, frowned, and shook his head.
Putting aside those messy thoughts, Jin Kemu's heart was finally occupied by the sudden arrival of good news.
He was leaning on the chair, with one foot on the table, and humming Kunqu Opera happily.
He Guan opened the door and came in, shouting, "Uncle."
"go out!"
He Guan retracted the foot he was about to step in, exited the door, closed the door, and knocked on the office door, "Inspector, He Guan, subordinate."
Jin Kemu did it properly and cleared his throat, "Come in."
Before he finished speaking, He Guan opened the door and came in, asking excitedly, "Uncle, Qianfan said -"
Jin Kemu glared at He Guan, who chuckled, turned around, closed the door of the office, and asked eagerly, "Uncle, has the vice president patrolled?"
"You are frizzy and making a fuss." Jin Ke scolded him with a wooden face, "Stand at attention, take a break, and stand still."
Seeing He Guan standing still with respect, he nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile, "We're inseparable."
He Guan was immediately overjoyed when he heard this. His uncle was always cautious and kept his words in reserve. What he said was "the same thing" was basically a done deal.
…
The position of deputy chief inspector of the Central Patrol Room has been vacant for half a year. The Central Patrol Room has three patrols under its jurisdiction. Jin Kemu, Liang Yuchun, and Yuan Kaizhou are the inspectors of these three patrols.
The three people have been fighting openly and secretly for the position of deputy chief inspector for half a year.
"He Guan, my subordinate." He Guan stood at attention and saluted, "Hello, Mr. Jin!"
"You brat." Jin Kemu scolded with a smile, unable to hide his joy.
There are only six areas in the entire French Concession: Petain District, Fuxi District, Central District, Xiafei District, Mailan District and Eastern District.
Six chief inspectors and six deputy chief inspectors.
Among them, the central patrol house has the most important status, and its deputy chief inspector's status and importance are not much greater than those of the chief inspector of the Eastern District, which is the smallest in area.
For Jin Kemu, successfully crossing this step can be called the pinnacle of his life.
"You kid, please be honest with me. There is no official letter yet. You have a clear mind and don't go around shouting." Jin Kemu warned.
"Hehehe." He Guan chuckled, "Uncle, um, Qianfan hit Lao Mo, is everything okay?"
"Does that guy look like he's in trouble?" Jin Kemu pointed in the direction of the check-in room.
"I knew that Qianfan was a capable person. If he said it was okay, he would say it was okay." He Guan said happily.
"You will leave..." Jin Kemu paused, glanced at his nephew, knocked on the table, but changed his words and said, "Get closer to Qianfan from now on. I don't ask you to be like him. You can have half the skills of that kid." , uncle, I feel relieved."
"Yes, Mr. Jin." He Guan chuckled. After being scolded by Jin Kemu to get out, he chuckled and saluted, bowed out respectfully, and closed the door of the office.
"This brat!"
…
After He Guan left, Jin Kemu muttered "Mr. Jin" and "Mr. Jin" with a proud look on his face. He hummed Kunqu and walked to the window. He saw the Ford V8 parked in the yard downstairs. Chief Inspector Qin Detai's special car.
Jin Kemu was silent for a while, mockingly saying, "Allah, you're crazy." He patted his face lightly, and said to himself, "Hey, Vice President Jin."
After a person calms down, his mind becomes clear.
'Little Chi Lao is sober. Jin Kemu snorted, "Two foxes, one big and one small!"
In order to seek the position of deputy chief inspector, Jin Kemu has been trying to find ways.
He had previously visited Xiu Gongshen, the translator of the Political Department, but the old fox declined the gift and did not say whether he could help.
He also chatted with Jin Kemu Yunshan for a long time, lamenting that the patrol room was uneven in quality, and said that the patrol room needed fresh blood and strengthened the training of professionals.
Jin Kemu was greatly disappointed. He was an old-school patrolman. According to Jin Kemu's strategy, he accepted gifts to facilitate his work. Xiu Gongshen did not accept gifts. In his opinion, it was tantamount to refusing to help.
"Yeah, it's better than the yellow-faced woman at home." Jin Kemu chuckled and knocked on his head.
When he returned home, he sighed deeply for a while, but his mother-in-law called him a fool, saying, 'Who else is a translator? I am dragging you along to work in vain when you have nothing to do.'
Jin Kemu knew that Cheng Qianfan was Xiu Gongshen's student, but Xiu Gongshen had never paid special attention to Cheng Qianfan.
Therefore, Jin Kemu really didn't think of Cheng Qianfan for a while.
Receiving gifts is a one-time deal.
This old fox doesn't accept gifts.
Xiu Hushen obviously has a bigger purpose.
For example, today, he had to stand up and speak out and endorse Cheng Qianfan.
In the eyes of caring people, this is tantamount to him showing favor and getting closer to Xiu Gongshen.
…
Jin Kemu suspected that Xiu Gongshen was behind today's incident, which was tantamount to forcing him to express his position.
"I, Lao Jin, have been dragged into a pirate ship." Jin Kemu took a sip of tea and cursed with a smile, feeling a little angry in his heart, but not really that angry.
Being forced to take sides shows that there is value in being able to take sides.
I'm just afraid that I won't even be qualified to take sides.
He was just curious, was Xiu Gongshen out of his mind, and wasn't he afraid that Qin Detai would really fall out?
Hey, he was both worried and looking forward to it.
"When Nunu enters the room, say something - Lang Jun pities Nunu..." Jin Kemu closed his eyes, shook his head gently, tapped his index finger on the table, and sang at the top of his voice.
Jin Kemu was thinking about Cheng Qianfan, his subordinate.
Most of his men are old-school patrol officers.
They are cheating, deceiving, bullying good people, engaging in various religions, eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling, making some small schemes to harm others, taking advantage of others, etc., but they are skilled in the business, and expect them to be thoughtful, investigate cases and fill in the gaps, and be able to step up at critical moments. This is to make things difficult for them. .
Cheng Qianfan is a top student who graduated from the French Concession Police Sergeant School.
This is probably the professional difference that translator Xiu Gongshen once mentioned.
Jin Kemu admitted that this guy is good and a talent.
As for whether or not this talent can be used, and how to use it, it all depends on the progress of his relationship with Xiu Gongshen.
…
He Guan asked Cheng Qianfan how he could tell that Jin Kemu was going to be promoted to deputy chief inspector.
Cheng Qianfan only joked that seeing a golden head and a rosy face would be good for official career.
He Guan snorted, "The translator must have told you this a long time ago."
Cheng Qianfan smiled and said nothing.
Before entering the patrol room for the first time, he had always kept a low profile and did not reveal his further relationship with Xiu Gongshen.
Colleagues only know that he is a student of Xiu Gongshen, nothing more.
After this period of training at the 'grassroots level', Cheng Qianfan has established a firm foothold with his own abilities.
Now, Xiu Gongshen helped Jin Kemu operate the position of deputy chief inspector, and Cheng Qianfan also became the 'link' between Jin Kemu and Xiu Gongshen.
Especially after today's incident, this is even more true in the eyes of outsiders.
He couldn't keep a low profile even if he wanted to.
Cheng Qianfan smiled bitterly in his heart, this was not a good thing for a lurker.
It's just that the opportunity is rare and he must take action.
After He Guan walked away, Cheng Qianfan lightly sketched with his fingertips on his desk. Outsiders could not see it, but he could clearly feel what he had drawn in his own mind.
One leaf of cherry blossom.
What he took out from Lao Mo's body was something similar to a token. On the front was a cherry blossom leaf, which looked like it had been refurbished and engraved later.
There is a very blurry word engraved on the reverse that cannot be clearly seen...
