Detective: I, Cao Jianjun, started by arresting my brother-in-law.

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Chen Xincheng's home is still the old house he lived in when he got married.

I've been living alone for years since my divorce.

Now that so many people have suddenly come to the house, and my daughter Chen Jiajia has also returned, I'm as excited as if it were Chinese New Year.

When cooking dinner, I wouldn't let anyone help.

A person wearing an apron was busy in the kitchen.

Cao Jianjun didn't insist. He called his wife to let her know he would be home late, and then started chatting with Li Dawei, Yang Shu, and others.

"Brother Cao, Brother Cao..."

Li Dawei was a typical chatterbox, like a husky, and he sidled up to Cao Jianjun.

"Brother Cao, I've always wanted to ask, how did you find out that Jiajia's stepfather, the one surnamed Yu, had committed a crime?"

"Yes, Master, I want to know too."

Upon hearing this topic, Yang Shu became interested, and Zhao Jiwei also sat down.

"Want to know?"

Cao Jianjun narrowed his eyes in a rather pretentious manner and smiled meaningfully.

"Of course, Brother Cao, just tell me."

Li Dawei and the other two were so excited, their faces full of eagerness.

"It's no use knowing."

however.

Cao Jianjun refused: "You three brats, do you know that every police officer handling a case has his own information channels? To put it bluntly, they are informants."

"If you don't believe me, go ask your master..."

"Let's leave Yang Shu aside. Li Dawei, go ask Brother Chen if he has any informants of his own."

“Zhao Jiwei, you can ask Zhang Zhijie tomorrow. Although he is in charge of community work, his informants are those he has good relationships with in the community.”

The three greenhorns listened with a mixture of understanding and confusion, staring at each other in bewilderment.

"Wow! Brother Cao, is the community work in our area really that good?"

Zhao Jiwei could hardly believe it.

From the very first day he entered the Balihe Police Station, he was filled with anticipation to charge into battle.

Like Yang Shu, like Li Dawei, they can get involved in specific cases.

He felt that was his original intention in becoming a policeman.

But ever since I started working with Zhang Zhijie and doing community work, I've been on the verge of a breakdown. Every day is filled with trivial, insignificant things.

"Zhao Jiwei, don't underestimate community work."

Cao Jianjun perked up and sat cross-legged on the sofa: "Do you know what the most crucial task of a grassroots police station is?"

"To maintain public order."

Zhao Jiwei answered without hesitation.

"Yes, that's what maintaining public order is all about."

Cao Jianjun nodded and said, "Then tell me, what is the core of maintaining public order?"

"This..." Zhao Jiwei replied somewhat uncertainly, "The law."

What does the law rely on?

"This……"

Cao Jianjun's questions, one after another, completely baffled Zhao Jiwei, while Li Dawei and Yang Shu stared at each other in disbelief.

"Those three brats, are they stupid now?"

Cao Jianjun smiled smugly, leaned back on the sofa, and said, "The core work of grassroots police officers is to maintain stability."

"But what does maintaining stability rely on? In the end, it's all about united front work, about the police and the people being of one mind."

"But who will do these things? It's the community police officers..."

"Whose gas cylinder wasn't turned off properly? Whose cat or dog had puppies? These are all trivial matters."

"Ordinary people aren't fools. Even though these are all trivial matters, over time, they understand them better than anyone else."

"As a police officer, how can you think about solving major cases every day?"

"Don't you guys even think about it? Community police officers are a crucial part of reducing major cases."

Zhao Jiwei was excited to hear this.

The young man from the countryside gradually realized that Cao Jianjun was right, and nodded vigorously.

Li Dawei suddenly realized, and Yang Shu looked at his master with a proud expression and a sense of pride.

Xia Jie is next door, playing with Chen Jiajia. Chen Xincheng has already prepared the meal.

Ten dishes and two soups filled the small dining table.

Chen Xincheng was overly enthusiastic, pouring wine for Cao Jianjun and serving him rice, which made Cao Jianjun feel very uncomfortable.

"Brother Chen, Brother Chen, my dear Brother Chen..."

Just as Chen Xincheng kept putting food on Cao Jianjun's plate, Cao Jianjun finally couldn't stay silent any longer.

With a wry smile, she pushed away Chen Xincheng's chopsticks and pointed at Chen Jiajia across from her.

"Brother Chen, I just happened to be there and helped out."

"Besides, Jiajia is your daughter, but she's also my niece."

"You can't just focus on me for today's meal. Li Da and the other three also helped out."

"and."

Cao Jianjun lowered his voice and said, "Besides, Jiajia came to our house for dinner today. As her father, shouldn't you do something to show your appreciation?"

Old Chen's daughter is his Achilles' heel.

Sure enough, when Chen Xincheng looked at Chen Jiajia, his eyes were full of guilt, and he became embarrassed.

"Yes, yes, Jianjun, you're right. I owe Jiajia, and I'll make it up to her slowly."

"Oh dear, Dad, look how heavy this meal has become."

Chen Jiajia rolled her eyes as she looked at everyone at the table who hadn't touched their chopsticks and said, "Weren't you here to thank everyone? Is this how you thank them?"

"Yes, yes, come on, Dawei, Xiajie, eat up, don't just stand there."

Chen Xincheng's honest and straightforward nature resurfaced: "Jianjun, they don't know, but you should know, I'm not good with words and I don't know how to say polite things."

"Alright, Brother Chen, it's all for the sake of the children."

Cao Jianjun nodded in understanding, then clinked his wine glass against Chen Xincheng's.

20. Xia Jie's thoughts, this silly girl...

With his beloved daughter back and his relationships with his colleagues improved, Chen Xincheng became even more cheerful.

In the end, he drank too much.

Li Dawei, Yang Shu, Zhao Jiwei, and Cao Jianjun were all a bit tipsy.

It was 10:30 p.m. when everyone came out of Chen Xincheng's house, and they all reeked of alcohol.

Li Dawei, Yang Shu, and Zhao Jiwei were close together, huddled together, and called out to each other as they prepared to go home.

Cao Jianjun was quite drunk and definitely couldn't drive, so he decided to call a designated driver.

"Brother Cao, let me drive you home."

Xia Jie glanced at the time on her phone and said, "They live nearby, so they can go home by themselves. Here, give me the keys. Why bother finding a designated driver?"

As she spoke, Xia Jie snatched the car keys from Cao Jianjun's hand, pressed the keys twice, opened the car door, and jumped in.

"Xia Jie, it's too late."

Cao Jianjun was definitely not in favor: "If you take me there, how will I get back?"

"I'll take a taxi back."

Xia Jie said frankly, "What's the big deal? Hurry up and get in the car. Your sister-in-law is probably waiting at home."

"Alright then."

Since the young lady was so kind, Cao Jianjun had no reason to refuse and turned to get into the car.

He closed the car door, started the car, and headed towards Cao Jianjun's house.

"Xia Jie, once you've dropped me off, don't bother taking a taxi. Just drive the car back."

As soon as Cao Jianjun got into the car, his head started spinning.

Chen Xincheng's drink was indeed very potent; Li Dawei, Yang Shu, and the other two young men were so weak in the legs that they felt unsteady on their feet when they left.