Violators Club

Chapter 46 Respect
Chapter 46 Respect

After driving away Yang Jinrong, Chen Changqing sat bored at the gate of Baile Game City alone.

Although the store was smashed, there was no loss on the second floor because it was a pre-set situation.

The key to the door was in his pocket, but Chen Changqing didn't bother to open the door and go in, after all, the store was closed now, and he had something to do in the afternoon.

Taking out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, looking at the blue sky and the midday sun, Chen Changqing touched his pocket but found two lighters.

This made him stunned, then shook his head and chuckled.

Two lighters, one belonged to Chen Changqing himself, and the other was borrowed from the patrolman during the chat just now.

When he and Yang Jinrong passed by, although everyone didn't say anything, they could still see the fear in the patrolman's eyes.

Come to think of it, the Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station was very lively yesterday.

Han Chen and Gandhi are well-known bosses in Xiangjiang, and even super bosses like Ni Yongxiao have come.

It's a pity that I joined the Violators Club. What he needs is to change the light in the long river of fate. If it is a general system flow novel, just based on the impact of yesterday's incident, at least tens of thousands of shock points will be given to him .

So Chen Changqing knew very well that these patrolmen were afraid of their identities.

In order to make them less restrained, Chen Changqing took the initiative to ask the other party for a lighter.

The ice breaking between men and men is very simple, so simple that you can chat with each other easily during the time of begging for fire, and that's how the extra lighter in his pocket came about.

In fact, to be honest, as Chen Changqing, there is no need to chat with a few small police officers, and there is no need to care about the other party's feelings.

But from the bottom of his heart, he actually respected these policemen.

It is said that the moon outside is rounder than that in China, but who knows that most foreign countries dare not walk alone at night at night.

Of course, big cities are different, after all, they are the face of a country.

But as far as Chen Changqing knows, in the small third-tier cities and even remote mountainous areas in most countries in the world, women dare not walk alone at night, because robbery or even more egregious things will happen.

The representative country of the former is the United States, and the representative country of the latter is Tianzhu.

But at home?

One thing that Chen Changqing personally experienced was that when he was in high school, there were no battery cars at that time. On the way home, there was a street light that was broken. For more than a week, there would be a police car behind with the lights on at [-] o'clock every night.

Therefore, Chen Changqing always respected the police.

Of course, Xiangjiang has not returned yet, so there are still many problems in it, but Chen Changqing believes that with the intervention of the motherland, this place will definitely get better and better.

On the other side, on the street in Tsim Sha Tsui Market, a police car parked steadily in front of the tobacco and alcohol supermarket.

Through the black coffee-colored glass, one could vaguely see that it was full of people.

Originally, this was supposed to be an assault vehicle, but it was an assault vehicle that was requested at the time of application.

But there was no way, Guilo said that the funds were tight, and the original budget was reduced again and again, and finally it became this small commercial vehicle.Although it had a coat of paint and it looked like that, the inside was in really bad shape.

With seven or eight policemen working together, they could clearly feel the shaking of the car body.

Although it is equipped with a storage box, it is extremely poorly sealed and does not meet the police standard at all, so that everyone can't help but salivate when they smell the smell of roast goose wafting from the storage box.

"Crack!"

The co-pilot's door was pushed open, Yang Jinrong tidied up his clothes, turned his head and confirmed with the colleagues behind him:
"Sixteen Marlboro for eight people, I'll take the rest of the money?"

Although Yang Jinrong asked the colleague behind him, it was the policeman who drove the question who spoke.

The sky blue uniform, although not very new, looked very clean.

The facial features are very ordinary, but his nose is very characteristic, bigger and thicker than the average person.

This sentence is somewhat ambiguous, but it is what it is.

He looks older and looks close to 40 years old, but the job of the police is exposed to wind and sun, so the real age should be younger.

Feeling the atmosphere in the car, the big-nosed policeman patted Yang Jinrong on the shoulder:

"Arong, just look at it."

Yang Jinrong nodded, and said with a respectful expression: "Alright Sir Chen, then I'll go down."

"boom!"

As the co-pilot's door was closed, watching Yang Jinrong's leaving figure, the atmosphere inside the car couldn't help becoming active. A young policeman took a deep breath of the aroma of roast goose in the air, and his face shone with excitement:
"I came out and earned a roast goose and two cigarettes. I really made a lot of money today."

The older policeman next to him nodded, with a bit of emotion in his eyes: "Yes, I didn't expect Mr. Chen to be so generous."

And as the two started talking, the atmosphere in the car became lively.

In fact, everyone wanted to say it before, but the problem is that Yang Jinrong is in the car.

It’s not that I suspect Yang Jinrong, after all, this is also their colleague from Tsim Sha Tsui, but before the relationship between Chen Changqing and Yang Jinrong is not sure, everyone is not good at talking, but now it’s different, Yang Jinrong is out shopping, everyone naturally speaks freely:
"Did you find out that Mr. Chen is a bit handsome, and he feels like a TVB niche."

"What are you thinking, Mr. Chen is the big boss, besides, have you forgotten his identity?"

"Young master of the Ni family, it's a pity, I heard that he was No.1 in the police academy before."

"So good people shine wherever they are, don't you think, boss?"

Mr. Chen in the driver's seat listened with gusto at first. In fact, he was also very interested in this young Mr. Chen, but he didn't expect his subordinates to ask him. This made Sir Chen startled. He pointed at Own:

"Ask me?"

"You are the one who is well-informed among us."

The one who spoke was a young policeman, but his words were agreed by the vast majority of people.

Chen sir's real name is Chen Guorong, he is skilled, powerful, and professionally competent.

Although he is only in his 30s, he has solved several major cases. There were rumors that he was going to be promoted, but some people forcibly pushed him down.

But don't get me wrong, this is not suppression, but to protect Chen Guorong, after all, Xiangjiang is about to return.

It seems to be suppression, but it is actually for future promotion.

Looking at the curious eyes of his subordinates, Chen Guorong hesitated for a moment:

"If you ask me, Mr. Chen is a good man."

The subordinates were immediately unhappy when they heard it, and they pouted with disgust on their faces:

"Then you still need to say it?"

"Isn't this nonsense!"

"It's boring, it's not interesting at all. I'll bring roast goose and big crabs to my daughter at night."

"I'm single, and I don't have a place to send it off."

"If you can't eat it, you can give it to me. My daughter likes to eat crabs."

"Get out, I have a big appetite, so I can't eat two portions for one person."

Looking at the group of subordinates fighting in the carriage, Chen Guorong smiled lightly and shook his head.

Thinking about the meeting just now, he couldn't help but look a little more serious:
"I said you don't understand, don't you feel that Mr. Chen is different from other people?"

Everyone couldn't help being stunned, they all looked at Chen Guorong:
"How to say?"

Chen Guorong took a deep breath, with emotion in his eyes:

"Although other people call us Sir on the surface, they actually look down on us bad guys in their hearts. I have seen celebrities and big businessmen. Although they are very enthusiastic on the surface, they are actually acting. This Mr. Chen is different, from his eyes..."

Chen Guorong paused for a moment, not knowing what he thought of, and then his tone became more agreeable:
"How should I say it? I can feel respect from him!"

(End of this chapter)