Zhou Quan had just taken a swing when he heard the salute and greeting beside him. He lowered his club and walked over.
Even after the big shot came up to him, Lin Yixiang kept his hand raised in salute, standing as straight as a pine.
Although working late into the night had left his complexion dull and haggard, it did nothing to diminish his excitement at seeing his idol.
"One of ours?"
After looking the handsome young man up and down, Zhou Quan asked with a chuckle, "Plainclothes officer or Assistant Superintendent?"
Sir Kwan had an exceptionally sharp eye. He could immediately see the inexperience in the handsome young man before him.
This was not a question of doubting the young man's abilities. After all, Sir Kwan had once been young himself.
It was simply that Lin Yixiang did not yet have the maturity of someone who had spent years in the Disciplined Services, or the worldly air of a seasoned old hand.
Young men like him were either constables who had joined the Police Force less than two years ago, or directly recruited Probationary Inspectors.
"CIB Constable Lin Yixiang, reporting, sir!"
Lin Yixiang lifted his chin and thrust out his chest, his voice ringing out, his eyes filled with admiration for his idol.
At that moment, Wong Bing Yiu, who had finished a swing behind Zhou Quan and was walking toward the golf cart, could not help laughing too.
"Zhou Quan, a fan of yours?"
At his maternal uncle's teasing, Zhou Quan smiled without replying, merely regarding the handsome young man with a gentle gaze.
Sir Kwan had always treated his own men kindly, all the more so when it was a young member of the Police Force who admired him wholeheartedly.
"Good morning, sir!"
Hearing another somewhat