The Exchange Meeting

Below the Stage

"Shut up!"

Old Zhang glared at the rash young Wang.

Wherever there were people, there were cliques; wherever there were civil servants, there was bureaucracy. The police were civil servants too, so they naturally couldn't avoid all kinds of nonsense.

Making enemies for no good reason was especially unwise in the system. As a veteran of criminal investigations, Old Zhang knew all about that taboo, and immediately reminded him.

"Hmph!"

As a junior in the Criminal Investigation Department, and with Old Zhang as his mentor, young Wang reluctantly fell silent.

He had backed down, but the other party had no intention of letting the matter drop.

Zhao Liang glanced at Old Zhang, then fixed his gaze on young Wang. He sized up the young officer's seniority and said with an air of authority, "The leadership arranged this exchange meeting, and it's a rare opportunity. Instead of learning from the Japanese about their advanced methods, why are you spouting nonsense? If you don't want to listen, leave. I've memorized your badge number. I'll have your superiors talk to you later."

Huh?

He'd memorized his badge number—was he going to have his home raided next?

Young Wang was instantly annoyed.

He glared at Zhao Liang and said, "Who are you? What's that supposed to mean?"

"What's that supposed to mean? Heh. You'll find out soon enough."

Zhao Liang had originally meant to scare the young officer. But now it seemed that unless he showed him something real, the kid wouldn't understand how high the sky was or how deep the earth ran.

"What department are you from?"

Old Zhang spoke up.

He'd often had to clean up after young Wang, so when Zhao Liang came on strong and threw his weight around, he wasn't about to sit by and