Police officer Chen Shu.

Chen Chuan laughed and said, "What, are you afraid I won't pay?"

"No, no, brother, you look like a capable person..." The boss said no, but his eyes were constantly sizing up the person in front of him. He thought to himself that he had been running a hotel in the area for more than ten years, but this was the first time he had seen someone who acted like this. He found it a bit strange.

"Where is the boss from?"

"From Yunnan." The boss offered Hua Zi a cigarette. "I've been here for over ten years. Brother, where are you from?"

Chen Chuan took the cigarette and placed it on the table: "Donghai."

The boss's smile deepened, and his tone became lighter: "Donghai is a good place; the people there are all wealthy. By the way, brother, you've come all this way—are you here to do business or make investments?"

Chen Chuan didn't reply. He took out a stack of bright green Myanmar Kyat banknotes from his backpack and casually tossed them onto the table. With a thud, the private room instantly fell silent.

The boss stared blankly at the banknotes for a while, then quickly turned around and waved to the waiters who were craning their necks to look in their direction.

"Get out of here, you're not allowed to come over unless I told you to."

The waiters tactfully left the private room and closed the door behind them.

Chen Chuan pointed to the food and drinks on the table and asked, "Boss, how much is all of this, this, and this? Is this enough to pay the bill?"

The boss was taken aback: "Uh... this... this should be, probably enough..."

"Enough?" Chen Chuan interrupted him, pulling out a wad of cash from his backpack and retorting, "How could that possibly be enough?"

Chen Chuan slapped handfuls of money onto the table, his movements as casual as if he were dealing playing cards. Soon, a small pile of banknotes, bright green, stood out conspicuously under the lights of the private room.

"Brother, what's going on here..." The boss's smile faded, and his expression turned serious. He knew that a job had come today, and it was a big one.

Just like he had asked Chen Chuan earlier, if you come to this godforsaken place not to do business and make big money, are you really going to stay in the kitchen and cook and earn a meager living?

He built the most luxurious hotel in the entire county here; it's impossible for him to do so without considerable resources. For outsiders coming to seek their fortune, this is the first place they'll notice.

The owner said, "Brother, let's not beat around the bush. You don't look like you're here to eat. What's the matter? Just say it. I know this place and everyone here..."

Chen Chuan said, "Boss, I'm looking for someone."

The boss patted his chest and said, "Simple. If you're going to the park to bail someone out, I, Old Liu, have a clear price list, no cheating..."

Chen Chuan waved his hand: "I need to find someone who can get things done."

The boss was a little confused: "Someone to...do something? What kind of thing?"

"I need someone important. Can you get in touch with soldiers? Police officers will do too, but I need people who have influence and can make decisions within the organization. I need them to do something for me; money is no object."

The boss's expression changed.

He stared at Chen Chuan for a long time, trying to figure out where the young man came from.

The conclusion is that it's unpredictable.

When people come to northern Myanmar from China, they immediately look for powerful or wealthy locals. The restaurant owner has encountered this many times over the years, and they are basically all the same type of people: Chinese police, and even state security personnel.

Although the young man's behavior earlier made the boss immediately realize that he was not a government official, he still couldn't help but ask about the young man's identity at this point in the conversation.

"Bro, you're not some kind of 'hat' from China, are you?"

Chen Chuan spread his hands and laughed, "Do I look like it?"

The boss stared at the watch on Chen Chuan's wrist. Richard Miller, a government official wouldn't dare to wear such a luxury item so openly.

He shook his head and said, "It doesn't really look like it. The person you're looking for isn't someone you can meet just because you have money. The waters here are very deep, and you can easily capsize if you're not careful."

"That's why I came to you, to have you act as the mediator."

Chen Chuan picked up the backpack at his feet and casually tossed it onto the table with a thud. The half-open zipper revealed bundles of banknotes inside.

The boss glanced at it briefly before looking away.

Tens of millions of Myanmar Kyats, which is roughly equivalent to a few hundred thousand Chinese Yuan, no more and no less.

Chen Chuan tapped the table with two fingers, one tap at a time: "You're Chinese, and I'm Chinese too. In this godforsaken place, if Chinese people don't help each other, are we supposed to rely on those stupid, monkey-like Burmese?"

The shop owner was silent for a moment, then reached into his backpack, pulled out a wad of cash, weighed it in his hand, and asked, "Brother, this is our first meeting, aren't you afraid I'll double-cross you?"

Chen Chuan pointed to the backpack on the table and laughed, "How much money can you make from a double-cross? If you're only after this little bit of money, it's a real waste that you run such a big hotel."

Unexpectedly, the boss glanced at the backpack with a large amount of cash sticking out, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Chen Chuan pretended not to see it and continued to eat meat and drink wine heartily.

The boss squinted, suddenly got up, walked to the window, looked around, and said, "A convoy of cars came to the city this morning. They looked like important figures from China. Were you traveling together?"

Chen Chuan shrugged, tacitly agreeing.

The boss stared at the main road below and continued, "Brother, do you know how many eyes are watching you in this county right now?"

Chen Chuan shrugged indifferently: "Let them keep an eye on me. I have plenty of money. Whoever keeps an eye on me, I'll give them money until they're too embarrassed to keep an eye on me."

The boss returned to his seat and said sternly, "You claim you're not a government employee, yet you came in a government motorcade, asking me to do something important, but you won't say what it is, only telling me to find someone. Brother, it's not that I'm making excuses, but I'll be staying here for at least another ten years. I can't do anything that crosses the line, and I don't dare to. These bastards are really capable of using knives."

"Ugh." The boss spat, remembering something, and sighed, "If I encountered that, I still hope to use a gun. Brother, enjoy your meal, it's on me. Let's not talk about anything else."

Chen Chuan picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth. As he ate, he said, "Boss Liu, it's stupid not to make money when you can. You came to this godforsaken place, are you really just here to earn a meager living?" Halfway through his sentence, Chen Chuan put down his chopsticks, took out a crumpled piece of paper from his coat pocket, and casually stuffed it into the boss's hand.

Chen Chuan smirked mischievously: "Take a look. Do you recognize this person? I heard he also owns a restaurant here. Hey, it seems he's from the same hometown as you."

The boss was unsure, so he reached out and unfolded an A4 sheet of paper. Once he saw it clearly, his expression changed drastically.

I like Policeman Chen Shu.