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Chapter 10 Wang Picks Up a Bargain

Sun Tiemei conveyed a message to her team members.

According to Lao Yuan's confession, this batch of prohibited drugs came from an organization called "Underground Community." As for what this "Underground Community" was, Lao Yuan had no idea. He wasn't pretending not to know; he genuinely had no idea at all.

A man named Red Falcon had been contacting him online on a one-on-one basis. Old Yuan had never met this person, nor had he ever heard his voice. The reason he had no choice but to obey the other party to sell this batch of illegal drugs was simple: the other party had listed out the information of his hidden family members one by one, leaving him with only one option.

He now only hopes that the administration can protect his family, so he is cooperating very well.

The Municipal Administration Bureau currently knows nothing about this organization and has submitted a request to the General Administration, hoping that the higher authorities can coordinate an investigation.

There are no leads yet regarding the "underground community," but the five groups continue their slacking off.

Now it's three people and a dog.

The dog was very shrewd. In less than a week in Group Five, it had already mastered the power structure. Whenever Sun Tiemei arrived, it would eagerly follow her to the office, always only seeing her to the door, never going in or barking, just sitting there upright like a guard. With Chang Biao, it would proactively approach him, resting its chin on his shoe, because Chang Biao often had delicious treats. With the fat man, it allowed itself to be petted, but after more than three touches, it would turn its head away, meaning it would stop there. With Chen Shi, it consistently chose to treat him with an equal attitude.

After observing for three days, the fat man came to a conclusion: "The dogs' friendliness towards people is ranked according to their fighting strength."

Chang Biao said, "The puppy has been here for a week, let's give it a name. Look, it's all yellow, with a tuft of white fur on its belly, doesn't it look like a pudding? How about we call it Pudding?"

The two people and the dog all turned their heads to the other side at the same time.

The fat man said, "A dog is a dog, why bother with a name? If all else fails, just call it Wangcai, it's simple and easy to remember."

Disdain appeared on Chen Shi's and Chang Biao's faces.

When it was Chen Shi's turn, he changed his approach. He walked up to the dog, squatted down, and stared at it for a long time. The dog was confused by his gaze and its ears tucked back.

"You've got it wrong," Chen Shi stood up. "A name isn't just chosen randomly; it has to be related to its history. Think about it, what kind of group is it?"

Everyone knows how the dog got there. On the morning of the day we arrested Lao Yuan, a stray dog ​​wandered into the encirclement. Fatty tried to chase it away, but failed. The dog ran out and then came back, bringing a brother with it to cheer it on. When the operation was over, it jumped onto the car and refused to leave. In the end, Sun Tiemei glanced at it and decided to keep it.

"He got the position through his own efforts," Chen Shi concluded.

Fatty and Chang Biao both looked up at him at the same time.

"Look, firstly, it survived on the streets before and has rich grassroots experience. Secondly, it seized the opportunity to slip into our encirclement, which is called being good at seizing opportunities. Thirdly, after it arrived, it didn't make a fuss and immediately figured out who was in charge here, showing a super strong political sense. From a stray dog ​​living a precarious life to a government-affiliated dog, that in itself is very inspiring." "So I think it should be called—Wang Jianlou."

The fat man was silent for two seconds. He felt that this was Chen Shi's unique style: he could never grasp the key point, whether he treated people or dogs.

Chang Biao looked down at the dog and silently apologized to it. He hadn't insisted on naming it "Pudding," or even "Wangcai" would have been fine, at least it would have been a more festive name.

The name "Wang Jianlou" is, well, it's pretty ridiculous.

However, the name was still approved by Group Five, because Chen Shi had made the greatest contribution this time, and the dog was considered a trophy, so he had the right to name it. At the same time, Chen Shi's name spread throughout the bureau. Many people had already heard of him through Fatty, but now his fame had reached a new level. The reason wasn't because of the arrest of Lao Yuan, but because Sister Zhou from the Administrative Section ran into Zhuang Wen in the corridor one day and casually asked, "What have you guys been busy with lately?" Zhuang Wen said he was analyzing Lao Yuan's interrogation video. Sister Zhou asked if he had found anything, and Zhuang Wen thought for a moment and said, "That new guy, Chen Shi, his special ability mechanism is very interesting."

The words "very interesting" coming from Zhuang Wen's mouth carried extraordinary significance. Zhuang Wen was recognized in the bureau as the most precise person. For example, why is a piece of meat called braised pork instead of stewed pork? Others might be able to explain it in a sentence or two, but Zhuang Wen wouldn't; he would use dozens of pages of academic papers to prove it. So when he said "very interesting," Sister Zhou didn't hesitate to send that sentence verbatim to her 500-person group chat.

That noon, Chen Shi went to the cafeteria for lunch and felt that the density of stares around him was much higher than usual, and the attitudes were not very clear. However, the cafeteria aunt's attitude was very clear. Chen Shi did not say a word of nonsense today and received a full bowl of food. In the aunt's words, "A capable young man cannot be too thin."

The fat man said, "You're a celebrity now."

"What celebrity?"

The fat man took out his phone and opened a 500-person group chat: "Tech Zhuang praised you, saying your special ability is very interesting."

"He said my special ability was very interesting, but he didn't explain what it was all about. It's like when you have a physical exam, the doctor says a certain indicator is very interesting, but then he doesn't explain what's going on."

The fat man thought for a moment: "That's pretty scary."

Chang Biao cut the peach shortbread in half and handed one half to Chen Shi: "It's okay, Xiao Shi. Anyway, everyone knows you're very capable."

After finishing their meal, the three of them were stopped on their way back to the office by someone who was half a head taller than Chen Shi and stood in the middle of the corridor.

"Fu Chao from Group Six," the fat man whispered to Chen Shi, "Group Six missed out on Lao Yuan's case. Later we realized we couldn't blame Group Six, but at first the whole group still wrote self-criticisms. Fu Chao didn't even participate in the operation. He was just implicated because he was from Group Six, and he was holding a grudge."

"You're Chen Shi?" Fu Chao stood at attention, with a deliberately condescending air. "I heard your special ability is telling jokes. May I see it?"

Chen Shi looked at him for two seconds.

"Did you have chive buns for lunch?"

Fu Chao was stunned. All his preconceived notions were rendered useless in that instant. He thought Chen Shi would be angry, humble, or even run away in a panic, or perhaps tell him a joke. But he never expected the other party to ask him if he had eaten chive buns for lunch.

"What?" Fu Chao wanted to confirm again.

"Chive buns," Chen Shi pointed to his teeth, indicating the corresponding spot, "You have a piece of vegetable stuck in your tooth."

Fu Chao quickly closed his mouth tightly, licked his teeth with his tongue, and his complexion turned somewhat abnormal.

"Chen Shi, what exactly are you...?"

"Did you just swallow it?"

Fu Chao stood there, completely forgetting what he was going to say next, what lines he had prepared, or what rhythm he had designed. None of that mattered anymore. It's hard for someone who's just been told they have a piece of food stuck in their teeth to maintain a condescending attitude. This has nothing to do with superpower level or eloquence.

It's like two people agreeing to a duel to the death. The moment they stand in the ring, one of them suddenly says to the other, "Your fly is undone."

Then Fu Chao left, very quickly, so quickly that the fat man didn't even have time to take a second look at his expression.

The fat man quietly asked Chang Biao, "Did Fu Chao blush just now?"

Chang Biao answered seriously, "He looked very preoccupied when he left. I think he'll never dare to eat chive buns again."