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

Chapter 10 The Lin Family's Huge Network Resources

"money!"

Lin Hongfei started to write.

Money is not everything, but nothing is impossible without money.

As a small patrolman, I can barely fill my stomach, so I am naturally very short of money.

Therefore, making money is something that Lin Hong urgently needs to accomplish right now.

But is it enough to just make money?

Certainly not!

Money is something that you have the ability to earn, but also the ability to keep it!

"that power!"

Under the dim kerosene lamp, Lin Hongfei wrote these two words again.

In such a dark and bloody era, at such a moment when the old order is on the verge of collapse and the new order has not yet sprouted.

If you are simply rich, it seems that you are much more comfortable than those poor people, eating and drinking well.

But in the eyes of the warlords and dignitaries who control power, the so-called rich people are just a bunch of fat pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

Just find any excuse, and you can scrape off layers of fat from these rich people!

So, just thinking about making money is not enough.

If Lin Hongfei wants to gain a firm foothold in this era, he must have enough power to become a hero!

It's just that Lin Hongfei's current starting point is very low, just an unknown low-level patrolman.

He still has a long way to go to become a hero.

After some thought, Lin Hongfei roughly planned a path for himself.

"Although the Lin family has fallen, there are still [-] nails left on the broken ship. Some of my grandfather's friends and students back then still had some power in Yanjing City."

"So, I can use these old friendships to achieve my promotion within the police station."

Before, Lin Hongfei had quite a lofty attitude. Even if he was so poor that he would become a policeman, he would not visit those old friends and beg them to find him a job.

He thinks it's too embarrassing to ask for help in such a humble way, too embarrassing!

But from the current Lin Hongfei's point of view, you can hardly support yourself, so why do you need that face!

What happened to the low-key asking for help?

The big deal is to wait until you develop, and then get the place back!

"After I reach a certain position in the police station, I will rely on those old friends and find a way to get close to some powerful figures in the military."

"After all, in this era, whoever has soldiers and guns is the boss!"

"but···"

Lin Hongfei pondered for a while:

"I want to make these old friends willing to help me, and I want to get closer to the powerful figures in the military."

"I must spend a lot of money!"

"Golden Buddha on the Jade Seat, and the principle of Steepunk, never go out of style!"

"It seems that I still have to find a way to make money!"

"By making money, have the material basis to gain power,"

"And the ever-increasing power will allow me to continue to expand my income."

"It will be a very smooth virtuous circle!"

Lin Hongfei put down the pen, and his eyes showed a bit of light!

At this time, he began to recall those old friends of the Lin family, which friendships he could use now!

Names that had long been forgotten reappeared in Lin Hongfei's mind again, like a slide show, and almost unfamiliar figures flashed back in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, the picture stopped, and a figure of a middle-aged man always smiling appeared in Lin Hongfei's mind!

"Chen Fengchang, a student of grandfather Lin Qingsong."

"This person is the deputy director of the Police Department of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the direct superior of the Yanjing Police Department!"

"If I can get through with this person, my promotion within the police station will naturally not be a problem!"

"It's just that to open up a relationship, you can't just talk about it."

"You have to use the principle of the Jade Seat Golden Buddha!"

For things like gift giving, either don't give it, or send it to someone's heart.

"What does Chen Fengchang like?"

Lin Hongfei frowned, carefully recalling the already erratic memory.

"It should be like listening to opera, raising birds, fighting crickets and so on."

"I remember that when the family was still in decline, he often played with his father."

"maybe!"

Because the memory is too long, Lin Hongfei can only make a rough guess.

"The principle of the Jade Seat Golden Buddha."

"Hey, let's think about how to make money to buy gifts first!" Lin Hongfei sighed.

At this time, the night was already deep, and Lin Hongfei also felt a wave of tiredness.

After taking off his clothes and putting out the oil lamp, Lin Hongfei soon fell into a drowsy sleep.

···

When a loud cock crow sounded in the yard, Lin Hongfei woke up from his sleep.

Glancing at the tattered clock on the chest, it was already past six o'clock in the morning.

"Got to get up!"

"I have to go to the Patrol Pavilion to get an appointment later!"

Lin Hongfei got up from the bed, washed up briefly, and then put on the black police uniform.

Just as he was about to go out, he remembered that it was a new day, and he could sign in again!

"Start signing in!"

"Sign in successfully!"

"Get a top-quality grasshopper [Blood Tooth Green], and a cricket pot made by Zhao Ziyu as a gift!"

"Ok?"

"Why give me a grasshopper!"

"I don't know I hate fighting insects the most!"

"However, this cricket pot made by Zhao Ziyu is a pretty good thing!"

Lin Hongfei hated fighting crickets very much. After all, the decline of the Lin family had a lot to do with his father playing with birds and insects all day long.

However, he has been obsessed with it since he was a child, and he still has some understanding of the appearance of crickets, including the cricket pot!

At this time, Lin Hongfei looked at the exquisitely shaped cricket pot in the sign-in space, and the bloody blue tooth that was screaming happily, and couldn't help but have an idea in his heart.

"Zhao Ziyu was a famous artist who was good at making cricket pots in the early Qing Dynasty. The cricket pots he made can sell for at least two or three hundred dollars!"

"Look at the shape of this cricket pot. It is definitely top-grade. It sells for five hundred oceans, no problem!"

"And this bloody tooth is green. At first glance, it looks like the best cricket in the fighting insect. For those fighting insect players, this is a treasure!"

"It can be sold for 150 cash at least!"

"In this way, I can at least have an income of six or seven hundred oceans!"

Thinking of this, Lin Hongfei is very satisfied with the harvest of this sign-in!

But just as he stepped out of the room, Lin Hongfei suddenly realized something, and a burst of joy appeared on his face immediately!

"I'm so sleepy!"

"Last night, I was still thinking about what gift to give Chen Fengchang, so as to win the relationship."

"Isn't this coming!"

"Even if he doesn't like crickets anymore, it doesn't hurt to take out that cricket pot as a gift!"

Gift giving should be done sooner rather than later, Lin Hongfei decided to go to Chen Fengchang's mansion tonight.

Lin Hongfei walked out of the room in a good mood, and saw Wu Erhan who was holding a bowl of cold water and gnawing on a steamed bun.

"Morning, Second Brother!" Lin Hongfei greeted with a smile.

Wu Erhan smiled: "Have you eaten, Hongfei?"

"Your sister-in-law just steamed the steamed buns, let's have one!"

"I'll ask your sister-in-law to cut some pickles and cut them finer for you!"

Lin Hongfei waved his hand: "No, I have to go to the Patrol Pavilion to get some food, and I'll make do on the street later!"

"Then why don't you take one with you and eat it on the way!" Wu Erhan said as he got up to get Lin Hongfei a cornbread.

"Farewell, farewell, I'm wearing official clothes, and it's outrageous to eat cornbread while walking!" Lin Hongfei joked, and then stepped out of the yard.

When they came to the patrol pavilion, hundreds of patrol officers in black uniforms gathered in small groups, smoking and chatting.

"Hongfei, here!"

Not far away, Zhang Jincai shouted at Lin Hongfei!

When Lin Hongfei walked over, Zhang Jincai asked with some concern: "Hongfei, how was your rest last night? Are you feeling better?"

"Don't worry, Uncle Zhang, it's much better!" Lin Hongfei said with a smile. He knew that Zhang Jincai was still thinking about his almost heat stroke yesterday, and he felt a little warm in his heart.