Qin Shou's words made Feng Hao's already ice-cold blood boil in an instant.
This was the passion of a police officer!
The passion for justice!
That's right! He was already 59 years old and retiring next year. What the hell was there to be afraid of?
If you're not happy, then fight!
Fuck it!
Damn it, being the Director had been more frustrating than being a browbeaten daughter-in-law.
He was about to retire, so what was the point of being so damn meek!
He wouldn't tolerate it anymore.
It was time to fight.
Feng Hao, with Qin Shou in tow, went to the Deputy Captain's office at the Traffic Police Brigade.
The office door was closed, but the sounds of a card game, likely Dou Dizhu, could be heard from within.
"A pair of twos."
"Four threes!"
"Joker bomb!"
"Last card."
"I win!"
"Hahaha..."
Even if he was a puppet director, he was still the Director!
In front of Secretary Qin, in front of Secretary Yang's personal envoy, his own subordinates dared to play cards during work hours?
Feng Hao's face burned hot, as if he'd been slapped hard across the face.
After a moment's hesitation, Feng Hao knocked on the door.
Knock!
Knock, knock!
Wu Fan's voice immediately came from inside.
"Who the hell is knocking?"
"It's me, Feng Hao!"
Feng Hao announced his name, thinking that no matter what, Wu Fan would show him some respect and quickly put the cards away.
When he entered, Wu Fan could just lie and say they weren't playing.
That way, at least he, Director Feng, would save a little face.
Inside the office, Wu Fan had been dealt an incredible hand: a pair of jokers, four twos, and four queens.
So, he yelled to Chen Yong, who was next to him, "You get the door!"
"Clean up what? Who the hell is Feng Hao!"
Wu Fan was brazen, showing no regard for Feng Hao whatsoever.
Chen Yong was a little scared, but he had no choice but to steel himself and walk toward the door.
Chen Yong was the son of a farmer. He had no connections and had struggled to finally pass the civil service exam and get into the Traffic Police Brigade.
Although he was just a junior officer, it was at least a formal government post.
After he landed the job, his old father, Chen Tiezhu, no longer walked with a stoop in the village; he could hold his back straight.
Whenever the villagers saw him, they would offer envious compliments.
"Tiezhu, your son, Officer Chen, is the first police officer from our village!"
"Old Chen! Your son Yong is so successful now, why are you still farming? You should be at home enjoying a life of leisure!"
"Officer Chen is so promising, he'll definitely be a director in a few years!"
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Even during the Qingming Festival, when they paid respects to their ancestors, Chen Tiezhu, the third son, was allowed to go before his two older brothers to offer the first stick of incense.
The Chen family had finally produced a police officer. It was a matter of great honor that brought glory to his ancestors!
It was as if their ancestral graves were emitting auspicious smoke!
Having taken the exam for five years before passing, Chen Yong cherished his identity as a police officer.
Therefore, he didn't dare make any mistakes.
The only reason he was in this office was that Wu Fan had summoned him to play cards, and he didn't dare refuse.
Although his monthly take-home pay was just over three thousand yuan, Chen Yong knew how to play the game, intentionally losing several hundred yuan to Wu Fan every time they played.
Before he became a police officer, Chen Tiezhu had tried to arrange a marriage for him, but all the girls from the nearby villages looked down on the Chen family's poverty and refused to even meet him.
The few who reluctantly agreed demanded that he buy a house in the county town and a car—a BMW, Benz, or Audi—all paid in full.
On top of that, they required a bride price of at least 888,000 yuan.
Other miscellaneous costs like the "three golds" and engagement gifts added up to another hundred thousand or so.
In short, you couldn't even think about getting married without two or three million yuan!
The Chen family was dirt poor; where would they find that kind of money? Naturally, he couldn't get a wife.
All of this changed after Chen Yong became a police officer with a permanent government post.
Now, matchmakers were practically breaking down the Chen family's door.
Because Chen Yong was a police officer, a police officer with a permanent position, the girls not only didn't ask for a house or a car, they didn't even want a bride price.
Many were even willing to offer a dowry.
After all, if you could marry a police officer, you'd be set for life.
Having become a police officer, Chen Yong naturally became picky. He wouldn't even look at a farmer's daughter. Now, he only considered women from "within the system."
Even those working in private companies didn't have "proper jobs." Only a woman with a formal government post was worthy of him!
At this moment, Chen Yong had reached the door.
He deliberately dawdled, hoping Wu Fan would finish his current hand.
Perhaps after this round, Wu Fan would be more mindful of his image and put the cards away.
But Chen Yong was wrong, dead wrong.
Even if Wu Fan were holding a terrible hand, he would have kept playing. He wanted to play cards in the office, right in front of Feng Hao!
This was the arrogance of a Deputy County Governor's son!
He wanted to slap Feng Hao in the face!
Last time, Wu Fan had wanted to arrange a formal position in the traffic police for one of his cronies. It was just one permanent post, but Feng Hao had hemmed and hawed, dragging his feet.
In the end, he had to go to someone else to get it done.
That crony was Xie Jiajun, who was playing cards with him right now.
Xie Jiajun's family owned a slaughterhouse, the only one in Changle County. All pigs in the county had to be processed at his family's facility.
Although Xie Jiajun hadn't even finished middle school, he had obtained a master's degree. It was a degree he had bought, but it was from overseas, making him a "sea turtle."
Even though Xie Jiajun had never left the country and had only taken online classes, it didn't change the fact that he had a degree from overseas.
Thus, Wu Fan applied for a talent acquisition slot, created a tailor-made position, and brought Xie Jiajun into the Traffic Police Brigade, bypassing all exams.
Seeing Chen Yong still not opening the door, Wu Fan's temper flared.
"Are you a fucking idiot? Can't you even open a door? Are you scared of that old fool Feng Hao? If you're scared, then get the hell out of the Traffic Police Brigade. Believe it or not, I can get you fired with a single word!"
Although Chen Yong lost a few hundred yuan to him every time they played, Wu Fan looked down on him!
Xie Jiajun, on the other hand, would lose thousands, sometimes even tens of thousands, every time. And he frequently treated Wu Fan to nights out at high-end karaoke bars.
A subordinate like Xie Jiajun was the kind Wu Fan liked.
As for Chen Yong, he was just an idiot, a blockhead who didn't know how to play the game!
Wu Fan's voice was so loud, and Feng Hao wasn't deaf. Of course he heard it!
This Wu Fan, just because his father was the Deputy County Governor, thought he could be so insolent, so disrespectful?
He was the Director of the county's Public Security Bureau, yet Wu Fan dared to call him an old fool?
Did he have no dignity?
Feng Hao's face instantly darkened.
If you cower subserviently and never show any spine, everyone will think you're easy to bully!
A mere Deputy Captain of the Traffic Police Brigade, a position he only got because of his father, dared to be this arrogant? So arrogant that he would ride on his head and piss and shit all over him?
If he didn't get his respect back today, establish his authority, and deal with this punk Wu Fan!
Then he wasn't worthy of the name Feng!
Just then, the office door was opened.
The moment he saw Feng Hao, Chen Yong trembled all over, cold sweat beading on his back.
He bowed nervously and greeted him, "Director Feng, hello!"
Feng Hao ignored Chen Yong completely and strode into the office.