Chapter 240: This Résumé Is for Slapping Faces

"What a wonderful answer..." Yu Dazhang cast an appreciative glance at Ye Zhiyu.

Whether it was having served time or being content with the status quo, both amounted to a refusal of the big boss.

Besides, anyone with a criminal record basically couldn't become a civil servant—everyone in the system knew that.

"Served time?"

The big boss furrowed his brow:

"What crime? How many years?"

"Fraud. Five years." Ye Zhiyu answered without a moment's thought:

"Actually served three years and two months."

At this, not only was Yu Dazhang dumbfounded, everyone else in the room was completely stunned.

The two of them had actually started chatting.

And from the looks of it, quite congenially.

They had just been discussing the case—how did they end up chatting about personal matters?

And it was the big boss chatting about serving time with someone who'd been in prison; the scene was more than a little bizarre.

"Five years. Just right."

The big boss's expression turned heavy and solemn as he stared at Ye Zhiyu and said:

"After the meeting, don't leave yet. I have something to discuss with you."

This is bad—Ye Zhiyu's been targeted... Yu Dazhang half regretted bringing him along.

He might end up having to stay in Province S.

That "five years, just right" line earlier must mean the big boss had thought of some regulation.

And five years was the time limit set by that regulation.

Another blind spot in his knowledge.

It wasn't that Yu Dazhang's knowledge reserve was low—it was that there were simply too many similar laws and regulations.

The Police Law, the Civil Servant Law, the Criminal Procedure Law.

On the surface, Ye Zhiyu's case didn't seem like a big deal, but in fact it touched on all three of those laws.

"Alright, back to the main topic."

The big boss handed the case file in his hand to a white-shirt beside him, asking him to pass it down for everyone to read.

Then he said to Ding Feng:

"You all take out your case files too, make a copy, and hand it over to the colleagues from Songhai."

No wonder the man could be a leader.

This was vision.

The leader had already made the proposal—now even if Yu Dazhang wanted to refuse, he couldn't.

No escaping it!

He had originally planned to leave the investigation materials here in Province S, so his side could head back to Songhai.

Now look—the big boss had turned it into an exchange of materials.

"How's the quality of the officers who've been working the case with you these past few days?"

The leader asked, so Yu Dazhang naturally had to tell the truth:

"Very good. All of them dutiful and responsible—especially Captain Xu, absolutely meticulous, considering every matter very thoroughly."

The Captain Xu he referred to was precisely that middle-aged police officer.

Over the past few days, the two of them had grown fairly familiar with each other.

"That's good." The leader nodded and said:

"I have a proposal. Hear me out first."

Seeing the leader being so polite, Yu Dazhang quickly responded:

"I'll follow whatever arrangements the leader makes."

The situation was now very clear—going back to Songhai was basically impossible.

Since that was the case, better to have a good attitude about it.

First, listen to how the provincial bureau leader wanted to arrange things; if it was truly difficult, he'd go back and talk it over with Li Jun.

At his own rank, he really couldn't get a word in at a gathering like this.

"From now on, you'll take the lead in setting up a separate task force, focused on the serial dismembered-hands case."

The big boss's voice was deep and forceful, as if every word were vibrating the air:

"Personnel, equipment, funding—your task force has priority of allocation."

"At the same time, every department is to give full cooperation."

At this point, he swept his gaze over the crowd of white-shirts:

"Any objections?"

Now everyone was dumbfounded.

They had assumed the big boss wanted Yu Dazhang and his group to join the task force and work with Ding Feng's team to crack the case.

They hadn't expected him to have this absurdly young fatty set up a task force on his own.

Although he had earned an individual first-class merit, his age was right there—and his years of service weren't even a year. Even if he had some cleverness, his lack of experience was a fact.

What was the big boss thinking?

Desperate enough to try anything?

But seeing the big boss's utterly solemn expression, it really didn't look like a decision made on a rash impulse.

The conference room was silent, the atmosphere suddenly heavy with tension.

Not taking a stance is itself a stance: they all distrusted Yu Dazhang.

They acknowledged this fatty's exceptional ability, but that didn't mean he was qualified to form a special task force.

Even Ding Feng, a criminal investigation expert, was at a loss—what right does he have?!

In their view, Yu Dazhang's three-person team had solved consecutive cases in Province S only because of Ye Zhiyu's assistance.

In short, they were just lucky.

They had also tried hypnotherapists before, but their skills were inadequate, so they failed.

"Take a look at this."

!

The senior leader knew full well what everyone was thinking; he offered no explanation, but pulled out a file.

"Answer my earlier question after you've read this."

Before the meeting, he had only briefly introduced Yu Dazhang's background and his accomplishments.

The detailed resume was seen by only him alone.

Now that everyone had begun questioning Yu Dazhang, he could only produce this document.

A person's ability isn't claimed—it's proven through concrete achievements.

This resume clearly documented Yu Dazhang's past.

Moments later.

"He led a special task force during his internship?!" one white shirt exclaimed.

Before he finished speaking, another white shirt's voice drowned him out:

"He solved that trafficking case spanning over twenty years! If I remember right, that was a special case!"

Next…

"He solved the Three-A Hospital case too!"

"Even the funeral home case?! That's why we cracked two body trafficking cases back then!"

"Liu Zhengyang?" The last few white shirts all turned their eyes to that name.

"I know him—he was on the news last year. When was this case solved? Wasn't he said to have died of natural causes?"

The group of white shirts clustered around the document, buzzing with discussion, completely forgetting the senior leader was waiting for their response.

Fuck, so embarrassing… Yu Dazhang felt his fat face burning.

Social death.

His resume was being shamelessly dug up and scrutinized.

And right in front of him, with people openly judging it.

It felt a bit like picking songs in a KTV.

He didn't notice that Ye Zhiyu was also casting a curious glance his way.

This fat bastard is seriously impressive!

"Alright, alright."

Seeing their chatter show no sign of ending, the senior leader had to interrupt:

"Speak up—what other opinions do you have?"

This time, no one remained silent; everyone spoke up in agreement.

"I support forming a new special task force—it'll improve case-solving efficiency."

"I agree too, and I'll fully cooperate with the task force."

"Count me in…"

In an instant, every white shirt in the room voiced their support for the senior leader's decision.

At this moment, age and years of service no longer mattered.

Yu Dazhang's resume had conquered them all.

Lack of experience?

What nonsense—he's already solved three special cases.

As for experience, none of the investigators from the provincial bureau could even compare to him.

Why wait any longer to use such a person?

What if he slips away?!

(End of Chapter)