Feng Kun was about to say more, but when he saw the smile on Yang Luo's face, he couldn't help shivering. He quickly stood up from the bed and waved his hands, saying, "Boss！ This is absolutely not on purpose on my part. I was way too drunk last night too; someone else took me home. You absolutely can't blame me for this."
Yang Luo thought about it and figured it was true. He himself had been completely out of it, and Feng Kun, with his far inferior drinking capacity, must have been worse off. Thinking that, he walked over to the bedside, sat down, pulled out a cigarette, and tossed one to Feng Kun. "What are you planning to do today？"
Feng Kun lit Yang Luo's cigarette and said, "Go with you to see about the job."
Yang Luo took a deep drag on his cigarette. "I don't want to go."
Feng Kun seemed to know he'd say that. "Let me tell you, the Shanghai Public Security Bureau has plenty of beautiful policewomen. That heroic, dashing look—absolutely pleasing to the eye."
Yang Luo's spirits lifted. "Really？"
Feng Kun chuckled slyly. "Of course it's real. But you, you little punk, keep claiming to be a professional hooligan, yet every time it's serious, you chicken out. Hope this time you can find a police babe and finally get rid of that virginity of yours."
Yang Luo held the cigarette in his mouth and said, "Damn！ You're looking down on me? Let me tell you, I lost my virginity years ago. And last night, I had that chick begging for mercy in pleasure."
Feng Zhen pursed his lips： “Brother！ To be honest, if you hadn't said it, I'd really think you'd fooled around with that famous ice queen. But now I don't believe it—I know you too well, and not a word you say is true.”
Yang Luo shouted guiltily： “There's nothing I can do if you don't believe me.” Having said that, he stood up and walked outside.
“Where are you going？” Feng Kun followed behind and asked.
“To a job interview.”
“I'll go with you.”
Yang Luo waved his hand： “No need！ I'll go alone.”
Feng Kun thought for a moment： “Fine！ Grab your file, or else how will they know who you are.”
Yang Luo took it and asked： “Which department？”
“Criminal police unit！”
Yang Luo said： “Not bad！”
Jiang Qiang, the head of the Shanghai Municipal Criminal Police Brigade, was in his office. Yesterday, he received a personal call from the chief, saying a new guy would report in today. What kind of person needs the chief to personally intervene？ He'd been thinking about it since yesterday, and there was only one answer: this newcomer had serious connections or was the chief's relative.
Checking the time, Jiang Qiang frowned. It was already over two hours past work hours—this guy sure had a big ego. Just as he thought that, a knock came at the door.
Jiang Qiang adjusted his posture and sat upright. Regardless, the guy might be the big boss's relative, so he had to leave a good impression. A few kind words from him later could pay off immensely.
“Come in！”
The office door opened gently, and a grinning guy walked in. Seeing Jiang Qiang, he said cheerfully： “Yo！ You must be the chief—long admire, long admire.” Then he walked over, grabbed his hand, and shook it.
Jiang Qiang furrowed his brow. This f***ing guy didn't look like a cop at all—pure hooligan.
“You're Yang Luo？”
Yang Luo, still grinning cheekily, said： “That's me, that's me.”
Jiang Qiang's brow furrowed tighter and tighter. He really hoped this guy wasn't the new recruit the chief mentioned, but Yang Luo's answer left him bitterly disappointed. Having someone like this dumped on him—no one would feel good about it. This was the Criminal Police Brigade of the Public Security Bureau, not a garbage dump where anyone could be stuffed in.
But there was no way around it—the Bureau Chief himself had personally arranged it. Whether he wanted him or not, he had to take him. "Where's your file？"
Yang Luo bent down and respectfully handed his file over. "Right here."
Jiang Qiang looked at the smile on Yang Luo's face and could hardly stop himself from beating him to a pulp. Forcing down his displeasure, he took the file and froze—inside, there was nothing but name, birthplace, date of birth, and family background.
"Is this your file？"
"Yep！ Absolutely right."
Jiang Qiang felt puzzled. Why would the higher-ups make such a file for a guy like this？ But seasoned in officialdom, his face remained expressionless. "Xiao Yang！ Your position has been arranged. Go report to the Pudong Criminal Police Detachment in a bit. Any questions？"