Chapter 337: Paying for Meals is Justified

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"You are Wang Yan?"

"It is me, officer."

"Then you are Lei Luo."

"Yes, officer."

Tsz Wan Shan Police Station, uniformed police sergeant Lin Mingyuan looked at the two young men standing straight in front of him and said with a chuckle: "Don't be so nervous, we are all brothers, relax a little. My name is Lin Mingyuan, you can call me Officer Lin."

"Yes, Officer Lin." Wang Yan and Lei Luo replied in unison.

Lin Mingyuan laughed, turned his head to look at his subordinates who were sitting crookedly: "Newcomers have passion."

He was a bit fat, and when he smiled, he gave people a feeling of being honest and kind, but he was a uniformed police sergeant, and he didn't soften his hand at all when taking money.

Hearing the officer's words, others cooperated and laughed. In fact, it wasn't that funny; there were many people in this world who licked feet.

"I heard about your strength long ago. The ghosts said you were the most excellent trainee in the history of our police training school. It's a pity to come to our Tsz Wan Shan, where birds don't lay eggs." Lin Mingyuan sighed, not knowing what he was pitying. Without Wang Yan's support, he continued: "Alright, you have trained in Fanling for half a year, and you must be tired. Don't you still have a three-day holiday? I'll have someone take you two to receive uniforms and equipment, and if there's nothing else, you can go back and rest. Oh, also, Ah Yan, after receiving the equipment, go to the Criminal Investigation Department upstairs, Uncle has already explained, let you go see him."

The Criminal Investigation Department, the full name is "Criminal Investigation Department," that is, CID, reports work to the director of the Criminal Investigation Department and operates independently. The functions under its jurisdiction are still quite many; ordinary cases, anti-drug, anti-pornography, big cases, important cases, etc., are all CID. The four major detective sergeants in the future, including Chen Tong now, are all in this department.

To tell the truth, Detective Sergeant Chen Tong's police rank and position was only a police sergeant, the same level as this Lin Mingyuan. But the power of the criminal investigation detective sergeant was much greater than the power of the patrol police sergeant, and there was no comparability. And this year, the Criminal Investigation Department was reorganized, setting up the positions of chief detective sergeant for Hong Kong and Kowloon, respectively, commanding all Chinese detective sergeants and detectives in the two places, but their police ranks were also police sergeants, and everyone was the same. Even Lei Luo, who reached the position of chief Chinese detective sergeant in the future, was only a police station sergeant, still a member of the rank and file, not a superintendent level.

This is the precaution of the foreign ghosts; the Chinese are just running errands. But to tell the truth, precaution is useless. After all, the police rank and position haven't reached it, but the power in their hands is there. Not to mention anything else, if Wang were to become the chief detective sergeant and control half of the Chinese police officers in the police force, if he really wanted to shake it, he wouldn't care about the number one in the police force.

The current chief detective sergeant, including the chief Chinese detective sergeant in the future, hasn't truly twisted the Chinese police officers into a rope and exerted all their strength.

Wang Yan said: "Report to the officer, I can officially start work today, no need to go home to rest."

Lei Luo was still thinking about having a date with his Ah Xia, but at this moment, hearing Brother Yan's words, his body was also straight: "Report to the officer, me too."

Lin Mingyuan waved his hand and smiled: "Don't be so anxious, the time in the future is still long. I understand your training volume, go back and have a good rest."

"Report to the officer, I'm not tired, and I don't have family members who need to be accompanied, and there is no one to tell my longing to, so sitting at home is just sitting dry." Wang Yan smiled: "I can also follow the officer and all the big brothers to learn earlier."

Lei Luo nodded repeatedly.

"Ahahaha, fine, since you are so persistent, then after a while, after changing into uniforms and equipment, and seeing Uncle, I will find someone to take you two to patrol and familiarize yourselves with the situation in our jurisdiction." Lin Mingyuan turned around and greeted: "Ah Cheng, you take them two to get uniforms and equipment first, and after a while, when they have seen Uncle, you take them two out to patrol."

Ah Cheng was a young man in his twenties, not tall, not very strong, with long hair, sitting in the back, his hat flapping back and forth to find coolness.

"Yes, officer." The uniformed policeman named Ah Cheng responded and walked over, patted Wang Yan's arm: "Let's go, Ah Yan, go get your uniforms."

"We're leaving first, officer."

Lin Mingyuan nodded with a smile: "Go, go, work hard, I'm looking forward to you."

Wang Yan nodded, and together with Lei Luo, turned and left following the one named Ah Cheng.

The reason why this uniformed police sergeant was polite to him and had such a good attitude was nothing more than taking care of Chen Tong's face, and on the other hand, it was because he couldn't guess his future. Otherwise, he was a police sergeant with twenty or thirty subordinates, so where would he give a smiling face to two new intern policemen.

On the way to the logistics warehouse of the police station, Wang Yan asked: "How should I address Brother Cheng?"

"Liang Cheng." He looked at Wang Yan with a smile: "You still have a bright future, being transferred directly to this side by Uncle from the police training school, promotion to plainclothes is just around the corner. Although the oil and water on our side are not much, that is still much stronger than us wearing hats. You have to take care of us more in the future."

"Brother Cheng is joking, we brothers are working under your hands now, it should be you taking care of us. However, if Brother Cheng has anything useful, just open your mouth, I will definitely not refuse if I can help."

"Having this sentence from you is enough. We're here, it's here, follow me in."

The logistics warehouse naturally also had people on duty, responsible for statistics of materials, etc. But looking at the warehouse, what kind of good job is it. The logistics manager of Tsz Wan Shan Police Station was a uniformed policeman in his forties, who was mixing days and waiting for retirement.

After getting the well-fitting uniforms and equipment, they were all old men, so there was nothing about this or that. Wang Yan and Lei Luo put on the uniforms directly, equipped with equipment, and asked for a bag to pack their broken clothes.

"Brother Yan, Brother Cheng, how is it?" Finally wearing the official police uniform, Lei Luo turned around and showed off.

"Need to ask?" Wang Yan looked at Liang Cheng with a smile, and they said in unison: "Of course, it's a handsome guy."

Lei Luo giggled, touched the back of his head with his backhand: "Brother Yan, Brother Cheng, you are even more handsome."

The logistics manager who was mixing food and waiting for death seemed to remember when he first became a policeman, and also laughed happily: "Everyone is a handsome guy, why be so polite."

Liang Cheng rolled his eyes: "Forget it, you are the only one who is not a handsome guy."

"I'm not a handsome guy? Ah Cheng, I'm afraid you don't know how romantic I was back then..."

Not participating in the distribution of black money, the relationship between the bottom-level police officers was still quite good, talking and laughing, quite harmonious.

"Thanks to Uncle for the guidance, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first?"

"Go."

Wang Yan nodded, not forgetting to take the cigarettes and fire on the table and shake them at Chen Tong, and walked out swaying.

"You brat..." Chen Tong shook his head, pinched the cigarette and continued to read the newspaper; he had to care about current events. For Wang Yan, after a short contact, he could let go, dared to speak, could understand words, and he was quite satisfied. As for whether he would be satisfied in the future, it still depended on how this kid did things.

"Brat..."

"Left, Ah Luo." Out of the office, Wang Yan greeted Lei Luo, who was looking at the plainclothes cleaning people with bared teeth and grinning.

"Ah? Oh..." Lei Luo came back to his senses, put on his hat, trotted over to follow Wang Yan out: "Brother Yan, you didn't see it, they hit really hard."

Patting his shoulder, Wang Yan said: "Even if you didn't see it, you should have heard it. In the future, you will be the one doing the hitting, and maybe you will hit even harder than them."

"Who knows about the future?"

"Future?"

Wang Yan shook his head, didn't pay attention to Lei Luo, who didn't understand, and the two went downstairs to find Liang Cheng, who took them to wander around the area under their jurisdiction, officially starting the work of uniformed policemen.

Uniformed policemen are mainly responsible for public security management in the jurisdiction, which is equivalent to acting as urban management, public security police, community mediators, etc., in the mainland. If they really want to do things, they can be busy to death in a day, and there are too many messy things.

Although the population density of Hong Kong is far less than later, that is relative; after all, the place is not big, so there are not many people in Tsz Wan Shan now. Although the place is not big, twenty or thirty uniformed policemen patrolling and managing it is basically useless, and the biggest role is to let the merchants here and so on pay a little more money.

In such a situation, wanting to count on how good public security is is unrealistic. After all, the police and bandits are one family now, chasing people with knives, molesting little girls, stealing, robbing, etc., are frequent, and it is chaotic and messy. And now it is 1949, and it has only been four years since Hong Kong was restored from the little Japanese, everything is recovering, and it is normal for order to be chaotic.

Of course, even if they really do things, they can't count on it. There are only twenty people in total, and the police force is insufficient, so they can't do anything at all.

However, the oil and water here are also quite good. Although most of them were divided by plainclothes and the foreign ghosts of the police station, the money received every day, when it was bad, it was a few cents, and when it was good, it could reach one or two dollars. Calculated this way, it could reach nearly two hundred dollars a month.

There is a standard operating process for collecting money. Each stall is divided by size, by passenger flow, and the amount of money is different, distinguished, and professionally collected. As for these uniformed policemen, they patrol in turns, doing rain and dew, collecting and distributing on the same day, and there is no uneven distribution. If there is, it can only be the resentment towards the plainclothes criminal policemen with higher income, feeling that it is unfair.

In fact, the money they collect is not small, but they can't stand the comparison. In places with large oil and water, collecting two or three times the salary is not impossible, and then speaking of plainclothes, speaking of plainclothes in places with sufficient oil and water, one can imagine how much money they scrape. Lei Luo's five hundred million detective sergeant is definitely an understatement. After all, what they scrape are all hoodlums, and what they do are all illegal money-making businesses.

Wang Yan and Lei Luo followed Liang Cheng, experienced three days of fatigue, mainly walking purely on legs, raising hats to collect money, and it was hot, quite tired. The proper things policemen do, they didn't do once. That is, Lei Luo's sense of justice exploded, chasing a wallet snatcher in broad daylight, and beating him up after catching him. Then the old lady whose wallet was snatched still lost twenty yuan...

Of course, the harvest was also quite good. Collecting money every day, collecting and distributing on the same day, the three of them wandered for three days, and each family divided more than three dollars. Compared with ordinary people working and setting up stalls to earn, it was not bad, this was still external, and people always wanted to be policemen. Those who couldn't be, retreated to the second best, and went against the grain to be hoodlums, all were supported by money, and it was majestic.