The New Year's Day holiday had only one day left.
Jiang Siming received a call from Li Shengxue's father, who invited him to the police force to discuss something.
Jiang Siming then went to the Modu General Police Headquarters and found that Shengxue's father was indeed waiting for him.
However, Shengxue's father wore a stern expression, as if he were unhappy.
"Dad, why did you ask me to come?" Jiang Siming asked calmly. In truth, he already knew why Li's father had summoned him.
When Li's father saw Jiang Siming's indifferent attitude, his anger flared.
"You have the nerve to ask? Do you remember what you promised me?"
"Haha, Dad, you mean the matter of those three hundred students, right?" Jiang Siming could not bring himself to pretend that he had forgotten.
He had previously promised Li's father that he would add another three hundred police trainees to the National Martial Arts University.
But later, because the ratio of students to teachers was too high, Jiang Siming had said they would postpone it until there were more teachers, then arrange it for Li's father.
Li's father had agreed at the time, and the matter had been put on hold for a while.
Yet he had waited and waited, looking forward to it every single day.
Seeing that Jiang Siming still showed no sign of taking action, Li's father had waited until the flowers had withered.
It had gotten to the point that he could barely eat these past few days.
So, unable to endure it any longer, he had used his status as Jiang Siming's father-in-law to summon this disobedient son-in-law over.
If he had called Jiang Siming using his official position, he would never have been able to get him to come.
"You do remember. I thought you had