Signing in the Republic of China: starting from a foot patrol

Chapter 16 Dimensionality Reduction Strike

"Hello, Uncle!" Lin Hongfei greeted with a smile.

Tonight, Lin Hongfei completely changed his attire. He wore a navy blue tie with a white shirt, his hem tucked into his black trousers, and he wore a pair of carved soft-soled black leather shoes.

Although in Lin Hongfei's previous life, this attire was basically the same as someone who bought insurance or a house, but in this era, it is a very fashionable attire.

On the side, Chen Fengchang's wife Chen Qi said with a smile: "Fengchang, guess who this is?"

Chen Fengchang frowned and sized up the handsome young man in front of him, and then said with a bit of surprise and uncertainty:

"You, you are Dongxing's son, Hongfei?"

"It's me, Uncle!" Lin Hongfei said with a smile.

"Oh, I said, why does it look familiar? Sit down, sit down!" Chen Fengchang said happily.

Seeing that Chen Fengchang and his wife did not treat him coldly because of the defeat of the Chen family, Lin Hongfei couldn't help but feel emotional:

"It is said that Qin Hui still has three friends, this is true."

"My father ate, drank and played all his life, but he also made a few friends."

When the three sat down, Chen Fengchang said with emotion: "Oh, how many years has it been? I haven't seen your father since I went to the south to follow Mr. Sun ten years ago."

"When I returned to Yanjing, I sent people to look for it several times, but they couldn't find where your father was."

Lin Hongfei sighed and said, "Well, the family has fallen, and my father took our family to the courtyard in Beicheng."

"Because my father felt ashamed, he didn't dare to tell any acquaintances, so he lost contact with his old relatives and old friends."

Chen Fengchang said with some complaints: "Your father is indeed a good person. The only problem is that he is not good at housekeeping."

"Otherwise, with the family background of the Chen family, how could they be so ruined that they live in a courtyard!"

Lin Hongfei and Chen Fengchang were talking with each other, while Chen Qishi left the living room. Lin Hongfei must have asked for something when he came to visit.

The man dominates the outside and the woman dominates the inside. Generally, under such circumstances, Chen Qi would take the initiative to avoid it.

After Chen Qishi left, Lin Hongfei chatted with Chen Fengchang for a while, and Lin Hongfei took out the cricket jar containing the top-quality grasshopper [Blood Tooth Green].

Just after Lin Hongfei entered Chen's house, he found several cricket cages hanging in the Chen's yard, and the insects inside were screaming happily.

It seems that after Chen Fengchang became the deputy director, he did not give up his hobby of raising insects.

Of course, just like the Sun Liancheng in the TV series in his previous life, Chen Fengchang, who was frustrated in the officialdom, naturally wanted to find some small hobbies to relieve his resentment.

Therefore, instead of abandoning Chen Fengchang's hobby of playing with bugs, he became more and more obsessed with it.

"Knowing that uncle likes this, my nephew specially collected it!" Lin Hongfei handed over the cricket pot.

Chen Fengchang, a veteran worm player, naturally saw at a glance that this cricket jar was a top-grade product made by the famous Zhao Ziyu.

And the [Blood Tooth Green] inside is a rare top-quality grasshopper, which made Chen Fengchang show a surprised expression.

"Hongfei, where did you get such a good thing?" Chen Fengchang asked curiously.

One worm and one can cost hundreds of oceans to say the least. How could the dilapidated Lin family afford it!

Lin Hongfei smiled and explained: "The can was left by my father. Because it is a small object, it has been pressed under the box and no one found it. I found it when I was looking for things two days ago."

"That worm was originally a larva I bought from the street. The stall owner who sold the worm was a mallet. I didn't realize that it was a [blood tooth green] larva. I picked it up and kept it until now."

Chen Fengchang nodded, fiddling with the cricket pot fondly. It took him a long time to put it down, then raised his head and asked, "Hongfei, what are you doing now?"

Having been in the officialdom for many years, Chen Fengchang naturally knew that Lin Hongfei's visit was not purely for reminiscing about the old days, but also for offering such a gift that suits him, he must be asking for something.

"My nephew is now a patrol officer at the Beicheng Police Station!"

As soon as Lin Hongfei finished speaking, Chen Fengchang was stunned, and then said in surprise: "Being a policeman, how did you get into this job?"

"The family is in decline, and my nephew has no other abilities but to become a patrolman and ask for a bowl of food to eat." Lin Hongfei explained.

"That's it, the son of the dignified Lin family has become a patrolman. Alas, if your grandfather's old friends and old subordinates know about it, they will definitely blame themselves." Chen Fengchang sighed slightly.

"My nephew's ability is limited, so he can only start from the bottom. Whether he can start from scratch and achieve something depends entirely on whether God rewards him with food!" Lin Hongfei had something to say.

Chen Fengchang smiled slightly: "Beicheng District Police Station, I remember that the deputy chief and captain who were shot dead were all from your bureau!"

"Yes, uncle!"

"Ok!"

Chen Fengchang nodded, and then turned to ask: "Hongfei, how old are you today? How many years have you been a policeman?"

"My nephew is 22 years old and has been a policeman for three years!"

"Three years, then you have some qualifications!"

"It's time to take on some heavier tasks!" Chen Fengchang said meaningfully.

Lin Hongfei chuckled: "Then it depends on whether Uncle gives me the opportunity to take on important tasks!"

"It's easy to say, easy to say!" Chen Fengchang laughed.

Afterwards, Chen Fengchang and Lin Hongfei didn't talk about work anymore, but after chatting for a while, Lin Hongfei got up and left.

Walking out of Chen's house, Lin Hongfei knew in his heart that his promotion was settled!

"The police station where I belonged lost a deputy chief, a captain and two sheriffs."

"It seems that one of the two vacant police chief positions is my own!" Lin Hongfei was in a good mood and walked quickly towards the house.

After Lin Hongfei left, Chen Fengchang couldn't put it down playing with the cricket pot, while Chen Qi walked into the living room and said with a smile:

"Dongxing is not a housekeeper, but he gave birth to a good son!"

Chen Fengchang nodded: "Yes, it's a pity that the Lin family's decline has delayed this child's future."

"Then what are you going to do about Hongfei?" Chen Qi asked.

Chen Fengchang put the cricket pot away, then took a sip of his tea and said, "Sun Kewang has been in charge of the Police Department for many years, and everyone is his cronies."

"Now, I have become the acting director. If I don't remove Sun Kewang's cronies one by one, I will easily be excluded by them in the future."

"But I don't have many people who can use it. Although this Hongfei is young, he is a rare smart person."

"A captain of the Beicheng District Police Department died, and I plan to promote him to be the new captain."

"I want to see how capable this kid is. If he has some means, I will take him under my command and focus on training him."

"If it's empty and has an embroidered pillow, let him be the captain, and he is worthy of this cricket pot, and the friendship between me and his father Lin Dongxing in those years!"

As acting chief, Chen Fengchang, with a few words, appointed Lin Hongfei as the captain of the Beicheng Police Station.

On the same night, Li Zhang, the vice-captain, took out half of his net worth to bribe the chief of the police station in an attempt to be promoted to the post of captain.

If it is normal, Li Zhang may really succeed in becoming a regular.

But now, Li Zhang has been hit by dimensionality reduction without knowing it.

You go to the director to make a connection.

Sorry, someone has approached the director's boss to make a connection.

The final result is naturally self-evident.

The horror of dimensionality reduction strikes is that you don't even know how to lose if you lose.