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Su Ning and Xiao Chenggang successfully passed the pre-police officer training and arrived at Captain Qin's station, becoming official police officers.

Captain Qin led them to the police station's honor room, where he spoke with deep emotion about the station's history and urged them to fulfill their duties as police officers and protect the safety of the people.

In the honor room of the Criminal Investigation Detachment, sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

With his back to the wall covered in banners and trophies, Captain Qin stared intently at the two newly recruited police officers in front of him.

"Behind every banner here is a story of bloodshed and sacrifice." Captain Qin's fingers gently traced a blood-stained police badge in the glass case. "In 2012, Li Weiguo, the deputy captain of the anti-drug squad, was shot six times while covering his teammates' retreat, yet still managed to kill two drug dealers..."

Su Ning and Xiao Chenggang straightened their backs, their eyes following Captain Qin's narration as he moved through the honor room.

The young faces in the black and white photos on the wall, and the damaged police equipment in the display case, silently tell the story of the bloody legacy of this team.

"From today onwards, you are all members of this team." Captain Qin turned around and placed two brand-new police badges in their hands. "Remember! The weight of a police badge lies not in the metal, but in the responsibility it represents."

Xiao Chenggang's eyes reddened, and he gave a standard salute with great emotion.

Suning gently stroked the surface of the police badge, feeling the cool touch of the metal.

Having experienced countless worlds, he now felt a long-lost surge of excitement.

"Xiao Chenggang, you and Liang Wuyun go and familiarize yourselves with the patrol area." Captain Qin suddenly changed the subject. "Jian Fan, you go to the armory to report for duty."

"Armor room?" Xiao Chenggang, who was standing to the side, blurted out in surprise.

Captain Qin gave Su Ning a meaningful look: "Being smart is a good thing, but excessive confidence will ruin you and your teammates. Cleaning guns is the job that will wear you down the most."

Su Ning's lips curled up slightly: "Understood! Captain Qin."

How could Suning not see through Captain Qin's tactics? However, for Suning now, the bench is no longer effective.

Suning has experienced too many dungeon worlds, and his personality has long been formed, so it is impossible for others to change him easily.

……

The armory is located in the basement. Pushing open the heavy iron door, a mixture of gun oil and metal odor hits you.

The custodian, Chen Shiquan, was a policeman in his early fifties with a slight limp in his left leg, reportedly from an injury sustained during an arrest operation.

"New here?" Chen Shiquan didn't even look up, as he was carefully cleaning the firing pin groove of a Type 92 pistol with a cotton swab.

"Report! New police officer Jian Fan, reporting for duty." Su Ning stood at attention and saluted.

Chen Shiquan then looked up, squinting as he sized up the somewhat thin-looking young man in front of him: "Old Qin is sending people to me again?"

He pointed to the cabinet by the wall, "61 guns, clean them all today. No food until you've finished."

The moment the cabinet door opened, even the well-informed Suning couldn't help but raise an eyebrow...

From old-fashioned Type 54 pistols to the latest Type 95 assault rifles, a dazzling array of firearms are on display, some of which are even rarely seen in ordinary police units.

"Is there a problem?" Chen Shiquan asked deliberately.

"No." Su Ning rolled up his sleeves and picked up the first gun, skillfully disassembling it.

Suning did not regard cleaning the gun as a trivial task, after all, a gun has great significance to a man.

After looking at those guns, Su Ning didn't find it difficult at all; on the contrary, he happily started cleaning them.

Chen Shiquan had been expecting to see the young man frantically trying to do things, but he was surprised to find that Su Ning's movements were smooth and efficient, disassembling, cleaning, oiling, and assembling all in one go.

What surprised him even more was that when he discovered a problem with the hammer spring of a Type 77 pistol, Su Ning actually found a part on the tool rack and fixed it in no time.

"Kid, have you ever handled guns before?" Chen Shiquan couldn't help but ask.

Without looking up, Su Ning said, "Guns are a man's romance. I applied to be a police officer so that I could legally handle guns."

He paused, then his tone suddenly became serious, “Master Chen, rest assured, I treat every gun with the same care I would a lover.”

"..." Chen Shiquan chuckled to himself.

"Yes, passion is one thing, but I still hope you can calm down and focus."

"Don't worry, Mr. Chen! I take every job very seriously."

"That's good."

But seeing Suning's meticulous work attitude, the scrutiny in his eyes gradually turned into appreciation.

Suning proved its capabilities and quality, and Chen Shiquan's attitude naturally changed drastically.

At noon, Chen Shiquan took Su Ning to the cafeteria for lunch.

The food in the police canteen is known for being "filling," but the taste is less than pleasing.

Chen Shiquan deliberately didn't remind him, wanting to see how this young man from a wealthy family would react.

"Hmm, this braised pork is cooked perfectly." Su Ning picked up a piece of pork with alternating layers of fat and lean meat and chewed it with relish. "It's just that the sugar was overcooked, making it slightly bitter, but it leaves a lingering fragrance in your mouth."

Chen Shiquan stared wide-eyed at the dry, hard chunks of meat on his plate: "Jian Fan, are you and I really eating from the same pot?"

“Of course.” Su Ning shoveled a big mouthful of rice into his mouth. “Master Chen, please try this vegetable. Although it’s a bit overcooked, the garlic flavor is just right.”

Old Li, the head chef of the cafeteria, happened to be passing by and, upon hearing this, grinned from ear to ear: "Young man, you have good taste! Are you new here?"

“New police officer Jian Fan,” Su Ning greeted him with a smile. “My family also owns a restaurant. I’d like to ask you, the master chef, for some pointers another day.”

"Of course, of course!" Old Li was delighted and turned around to bring over a bowl of his secret-recipe chicken soup. "Try this. It's my hometown recipe, and I don't give it to anyone else!"

Chen Shiquan, standing to the side, was dumbfounded. Because of his terrible cooking, Old Li had a strained relationship with many people.

After Old Li left, he lowered his voice and said, "Your sense of taste is okay, right? This food is clearly..."

"Hard to swallow?" Su Ning blinked. "But will saying it make the food taste better? It's better to praise it a bit, and everyone will be happy. Under the influence of one's own mind, it might even taste better."

Chen Shiquan was stunned for a long time, then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Old Qin has probably misjudged you this time. You don't need to temper your temper, you're just too good at dealing with people."

……

At 3 p.m., Captain Qin suddenly appeared in the armory.

He carefully inspected the more than twenty guns that Su Ning had wiped, and even used white gloves to wipe the inside of the gun barrels—they were spotless.

"Jian Fan, I heard you can also repair guns?" Captain Qin asked casually.

"I know a little," Su Ning said modestly.

Captain Qin took out a disassembled Type 64 pistol from the gun cabinet and placed it on the table: "Let's have a competition. See who can disassemble and reassemble it better first."

"Captain, this..."

"What? You don't dare?" Captain Qin raised an eyebrow.

Su Ning laughed: "Then Captain Qin, you'll have to go easy on me."

"So much bullshit!"

At Chen Shiquan's command, the two men's fingers flew across the keyboard.

Captain Qin, as expected of a veteran criminal investigator, moved cleanly and efficiently. However, to his surprise, Su Ning was always only half a beat slower than him.

The results were identical for three consecutive games.

"Again!" Captain Qin, unconvinced, picked up two more Type 92 rifles.

This time, Suning deliberately stalled at the last step, allowing Captain Qin to complete it first.

"Kid, you deliberately went easy on me, didn't you?" Captain Qin saw through it at a glance, and chuckled as he slapped Su Ning on the back of the head. "Let's go to the shooting range!"

The Blue Shield Shooting Club on the outskirts of the city is a designated training ground for the police force. Captain Qin led Su Ning to the 25-meter pistol target position and, without saying a word, raised his gun and fired.

After four gunshots, the target display showed four bullseyes.

"It's your turn." Captain Qin handed the gun to Su Ning.

Suning took a deep breath and aimed his gun.

At this moment, he abandoned all his nonchalant expression, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Four shots fired in quick succession, all hitting the bullseye.

One of the shots even hit the bullet hole where Captain Qin had just been shot, creating the unusual sight of "two bullets in one hole".

"Excellent marksmanship!" Captain Qin exclaimed, unable to hide his surprise. "Police academies can't teach this level of marksmanship."

Suning smiled but did not answer.

These basic firearms were a piece of cake for Su Ming; shooting at this distance was as easy as drinking water.

On the way back, Captain Qin suddenly asked, "Jian Fan, do you know why I asked you to clean the gun?"

"To test my patience?" Su Ning guessed.

“Not entirely.” Captain Qin looked ahead. “The armory is the heart of the police force. A truly good policeman must not only know how to use a gun, but also understand, love, and respect guns.”

He turned to look at Su Ning, "You did it."

Suning felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

At that moment, he felt that he had truly been accepted by this stern old detective.

……

After get off work, Suning happened to see the latest issue of "Gourmet" magazine at a newsstand. The cover featured a photo of Jiang Jiuding standing in front of the "Thin as a Wing" production line, with the title "Industrial Revolution of Traditional Food - Dingshan Group Creates Sales Miracle".

"That idiot!" Su Ning cursed under his breath and immediately dialed Jiang Dijia's number.

It turns out that the "thin as a wing" dish has some drawbacks, and blindly mass-producing it could have serious consequences.

Thinking of this, he immediately called Jiang Dijia and reminded her once again not to blindly expand production.

Half an hour later, at a coffee shop near Ding Shan Group.

Jiang Dijia was dressed in a business suit and looked much more haggard than when we last met.

"Jiang Dijia, I warned you, 'Thin as a Wing' can't be mass-produced!" Su Ning cut to the chase, slamming the magazine on the table. "Look what your brother's done!"

Jiang Dijia bit her lip: "Sales are so good, the board of directors insists on expanding production..."

"What about the problem of excessive preservatives? What about the risk of oxidation and spoilage?" Suning sneered, "Just wait and see! In less than two weeks, consumer complaints will explode."

Jiang Dijia, however, was somewhat dismissive, believing that greedy businessmen are irrational. "Jian Fan, my brother asked me to give you this."

She pushed a check towards her, "Three hundred thousand, consider it a fee for using the formula."

Su Ning didn't even glance at the check, but instead took out a document from his briefcase: "Fine! You have to sign this first."

"A disclaimer?" Jiang Dijia quickly skimmed through the contents. "You anticipated this would happen?"

“I only know our own recipe.” Suning said expressionlessly, “‘Thin as a Wing’ must be made and eaten immediately. After vacuum packaging, the flavor substances will react slowly with the protein, eventually producing bitter substances. Adding more preservatives won’t help.”

Jiang Dijia's hands trembled slightly: "I need to discuss this with my brother first."

"No need." A cold male voice interrupted at this moment.

Jiang Jiuding appeared at the table at some point, grabbed the document, glanced at it, sneered, and signed his name.

"Kid, who are you trying to scare? Our products undergo rigorous quality control!"

Suning put away a signed statement: "President Jiang, remember, this is your own choice."

Before he got up to leave, he put away the check for 300,000 yuan, and gave Jiang Dijia one last look. "Jiang Dijia, I hope you won't regret it too much in the future."

"..."

After leaving the coffee shop, Suning went straight to the notary office to have the declaration notarized.

He knew a storm was coming, and he had already built a breakwater for himself.

……

That evening, Su Ning received a call from Liang Wuyun, informing him that he would be joining the team to participate in the investigation of a theft case starting the next day.

Just after I hung up, another call came in from an unknown number.

"Officer Jian, this is Secretary He." A female voice said cautiously, "President Jiang asked me to inform you that the launch event for the new product 'Thin as a Wing' will be held at the Emperor Hotel at 10:00 AM tomorrow. He hopes you can attend."

Su Ning raised an eyebrow: "Secretary He, please thank President Jiang for his kindness, but 'Bo Ruyi' has nothing to do with me anymore."

“This…” Secretary He seemed very troubled. “President Jiang said that if you don’t come, you might regret it.”

Threat?

Su Ning narrowed his eyes: "Oh? Then I'd like to see how President Jiang can make me regret this."

After hanging up the phone, Su Ning pondered for a moment, then smiled dismissively.

I'm sure Jiang Jiuding will regret this soon, and then we'll see him lose everything.

Outside the window, night deepened, and the city's neon lights concealed countless undercurrents.

Su Ning stood by the window, toying with the brand-new police badge, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

This game is getting more and more interesting.

……

The next day, Su Ning went on a police mission with Liang Wuyun to handle a theft case. Such a small case was naturally solved with ease.

Liang Wuyun, now an acting captain of the Criminal Investigation Detachment, was quite surprised to see Su Ning sitting in the passenger seat. "Jian Fan, I've noticed a big change in you. You're very different from when you were in police academy a year ago."

"Really? Haven't you called me in a long time, or do you simply not know me at all?"

"Humph!"

"Liang Wuyun, you wouldn't happen to like me, would you?"

With a screech, an embarrassed and angry Liang Wuyun immediately slammed on the brakes. "You bastard! Get out of the car!"

"That's not a good idea! This place is quite far from my workplace."

"get off!"

"..." Su Ning looked at Liang Wuyun and saw that she was indeed angry, so she could only get out of the car helplessly.

Su Ning hadn't expected Liang Wuyun to be such a thorny rose, and he somewhat regretted provoking her.

You should know that Liang Wuyun's father is the director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau; otherwise, he wouldn't have made her the acting captain so quickly.

Standing by the roadside, Su Ning waited until Liang Wuyun drove away before hailing a taxi.

"Master, to the Municipal Public Security Bureau."

...(End of chapter)