novel-bin Chapter 47 Liu Su'e's Good Mood, the Patrolman's Doubts
Chapter 47 Liu Su'e's Good Mood, the Patrolman's Doubts
Shen Lang only glanced at the information about the "piglets" and had no other thoughts.
What kind of talk is this about upholding justice... You're overthinking it. He's a police officer!
Even if they were to solve the case, the outcome would be unknown.
Just like when the United States investigated its military spending, it did find that even a plastic bench cost tens of thousands of dollars.
The people who were supposed to be investigated also mysteriously disappeared.
This is the French Concession; both the French and the capitalists here are after power and money.
God knows if any big shots are involved in this smuggling operation.
Even if he had powerful figures backing him up, he wouldn't dare to mess with just a small gang.
It's fine if they wear uniforms and bully gang members on the street.
The gangs had to accept the constraints of the police station and dared not engage in conflict over trivial matters on the street.
So, on the surface, the police still have more prestige and are superior to the gang members.
But when it comes to matters of life and death, let alone a Chinese constable, they would dare to kill even a Frenchman!
If it involves a powerful figure, the police officer could be imprisoned.
The French Concession was not a place where reason prevailed.
Shen Lang knew his own limitations and wouldn't foolishly make enemies without sufficient benefits or influence to draw upon.
The primary task at present is to protect ourselves.
"Is the Cinque Terre d'Or's ticket price adjustment a hint that it's time for me to start enjoying life?"
"Tsk tsk, the nightclubs here don't have to worry about being raided."
Shen Lang rubbed his fingers against his chin, his eyes crinkling into a lewd smile.
He didn't go before because he didn't have the money.
Now that we have money, it's only natural that we should enjoy life.
Cinque de la Cité was a top-tier nightclub in the French Concession, a notorious den of iniquity.
It's said that the most popular dancers charge 10 yuan for a single dance.
I usually live in a high-end apartment and can earn 8000 yuan a month!
In an era when female factory workers in a textile factory earned only 9 yuan a month, 8000 yuan was equivalent to eighty years of hard work without eating or drinking!
Normally, the dancers I used to find at the Sasa dance hall on the street would only cost 1 or 2 cents per dance, which was very affordable.
Even though the price is cheap, it still earns more than working in a factory.
This has led many people to choose to become dancers, and every night you can see neon-lit dance halls and stylishly dressed women on the streets and alleys.
According to statistics, the number of dancers in Shanghai has exceeded 20,000!
Now that Mr. Shen is rich, his social standing has changed.
This piece of information, though seemingly useless, actually struck a chord deep within him, touching a chord within him.
This perfectly illustrates the saying: "Men with money become bad."
The reason things weren't bad a few days ago was because we didn't have enough money!
Shen Lang grinned and decided to go back and see for himself the prosperity of Shanghai!
His gaze shifted downwards, and his eyelids involuntarily twitched.
Mr. Chen, the owner of Huifa Trading Company, received the latest order from the Special Higher Police for sabotage against the Nationalist government.
"Tsk tsk tsk, this is solid proof that he's a Japanese spy!"
"Big data is really powerful; it even has information about Boss Chen's meeting yesterday."
"I was only 80% sure before, and I was worried that I might kill an innocent person."
"Now you don't have to worry about making a mistake."
"It is estimated that the female Special Higher Police agent was captured alive, and the intelligence she obtained was also taken back."
"The drivers on the connecting route have been riddled with bullets; the Special Higher Police are really desperate and want revenge!"
"We must eliminate this infiltrative group as soon as possible to prevent losses to the anti-Japanese forces."
Shen Lang pondered for a moment, then decided to eliminate this undercover team as soon as possible.
Now that Boss Chen's group has accepted the sabotage mission, they must be eliminated as soon as possible.
It's a good opportunity to sell it to Gu Yichen and let Lixingshe handle it.
With the intelligence provided by the system for verification, there's no need to worry about mistakenly killing innocent people.
Although human life in the French Concession was worth less than grass, I would feel guilty for the rest of my life if my mistake caused the deaths of three innocent people.
Now I don't have that concern anymore.
Shen Lang, recalling that the Lixingshe organization also killed Japanese spies to complete their missions, couldn't help but shake his head and complain, "You can't escape KPIs no matter where you are!"
His gaze fell on the last piece of intelligence, a thoughtful look appearing in his eyes.
I've seen this stock market information three times in a row, so I might as well start paying attention to it!
Who knows, I might be able to make a fortune someday.
Now that I have money in my pocket, I have more ideas.
With a thought, Shen Lang caused the semi-transparent panel in the void to disappear instantly.
He lay in the quiet room with his hands behind his head, pondering the details of the intelligence.
Slowly, soft snoring began to rise in the darkness.
……
next day
Shen Lang got up, washed up, changed into his police uniform, and went downstairs.
As soon as I went downstairs, I saw Liu Su'e sitting at the round table in the living room, leisurely eating breakfast and reading the newspaper, with a glass of milk next to her.
The breakfast alone proves once again that this landlady is not short of money!
Hearing footsteps on the stairs, Liu Su'e asked warmly, "Xiao Shen, have you had breakfast? Sit down and have something to eat with us?"
Shen Lang waved politely, "Good morning, Aunt Liu. I'm going to be late for work. I'll try your cooking again next time."
After saying that, he smiled and nodded, then quickly walked out the door.
When someone asks if you want to have breakfast together, it's just a polite gesture; if you actually sit down casually, it's considered inconsiderate.
Let's talk about it when we're more familiar with each other.
Liu Su'e watched the departing figure, picked up her milk, took a sip, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
After a police officer stayed at my house yesterday, I slept soundly last night.
No need to worry about thieves daring to steal anything anymore!
I just wonder what their expression will be when they find out they've "invited a wolf into the house," and brought in a thug even more terrifying than a thief...
Shen Lang went out and ate three fried dough sticks and drank a bowl of soy milk at a breakfast stall in the alley.
He patted his belly and swayed as he walked to the police station, almost stepping into the office right at the time of attendance.
Good morning, Brother Lang!
"Brother Lang~!"
Good morning!
My colleagues greeted me warmly with smiles.
Shen Lang responded to each question with a smile, showing no airs or condescension as someone of seniority.
After spending these past few days together, our relationship has improved considerably.
Although we're not exactly best friends in private, we have a normal working relationship.
"Chief, your tea is ready."
Yu Tou brought over a steaming cup of tea and placed it on his superior's desk with a fawning expression.
These tasks, such as serving tea and water, mopping the floor, and cleaning, were all handled by Yu Tou and Da Zui, the two youngest and least experienced men.
Xu Dongyang picked up the teacup, took a sip, and found the water temperature to be just right. A satisfied smile appeared on his face.
He looked up and asked, "Shen Lang, you've been quite punctual for work lately. What's gotten into you?"
His voice carried a hint of teasing, and he was genuinely puzzled as to why she had suddenly become so proactive at work, approachable to her colleagues, and generously treated everyone to breakfast instead of just thinking about taking advantage of them. It was as if she had become a completely different person.