He Lingyun walked briskly toward his boss's desk, his posture ramrod straight.
Zhou Quan rose and went over to the tea dispenser, personally brewing He Lingyun a cup of hot tea.
He used the same premium tea that Chow Sing Sing often came over to cadge.
Seeing what his boss was doing, He Lingyun did not simply plant himself in a chair.
He stood before the desk with a broad smile, waiting until his boss returned behind it before sitting down a moment after him.
"Sir He, please!"
Gesturing with one hand once more, Zhou Quan warmly welcomed He Lingyun with a smile.
He did not immediately ask why He Lingyun had come. After all, he was now He Lingyun's boss.
If He Lingyun had anything important to report, he would certainly do so at once.
If he had merely come for a casual chat, he should likewise be the one to speak first.
As he watched the emerald-green tea leaves rising and falling in the cup before him, a trace of nostalgia involuntarily flickered deep in He Lingyun's eyes.
Those tea leaves were rather like his police career, with both glorious moments when everything went his way and setbacks when his efforts ended in defeat.
He Lingyun had served in the Police Force for nearly forty years, and his Long Service Medal had already received its third clasp.
Over all those years, he could not possibly have performed as though divinely assisted on every assignment.
Especially during his time in the lower ranks, how could he not have experienced failed operations?
An astonishing record of victory after victory like that of the current Number One, Sir Kwan, was unique in the history of the Police Force.
It was precisely for this reason that Zhou Quan's authority within the Police