, 27149, Give Me a Gift

Chapter 78, 27149: Give Me a Gift (First Update, Please Subscribe)

Old classmate?

Shen Shaofeng quickly recalled Yang Jinrong's information: graduated from police academy in 92, silver-haired leader.

Combining this with the scene in *Infernal Affairs 3* where he, Chen Yongren, and mainland police officer Shen Cheng are at the dock—

He lit a cigarette and said slowly, "Yang Sir is in the Political Department, so he should have better access to information than I do. Now he's actually coming to me to inquire about our old classmate Yang Jinrong." He put down his cup, his face becoming more serious. "Shen Sir is a smart man; he should be able to guess. In my year, there weren't many people who could have interacted with you and me at the same time."

He didn't keep us in suspense: "Chen Yongren, before he dropped out of school, slept in the bunk below me."

Shen Shaofeng knew immediately; it was indeed him.

"Is Inspector Yang asking on behalf of the Special Branch, or is he expressing concern privately as an old classmate?"

Yang Jinrong leaned back on the sofa and adjusted his glasses: "Shen Sir is indeed cautious. Well then, let me be frank. The Political Department is paying attention to the Ni family case, but not much. I'm here mainly for personal reasons."

"Chen Yongren was one of the few classmates I got along with at the police academy."

"His dropping out of school surprised me. Later, I vaguely heard that he had become a gangster, which already seemed a bit strange. It wasn't until the Ni family fell from power that I could roughly guess where he had gone before."

"Ni Yongxiao's case was sentenced two days ago. So, Ah Ren should have his identity restored by now, Inspector Shen?"

Yang Jinrong looked at Shen Shaofeng with a very calm expression.

"Oh?"

"Does Inspector Yang mean that I might be Chen Yongren's contact person?"

Yang Jinrong chuckled lightly: "Just a guess. You graduated a year later than him, so you definitely weren't his original contact person."

"But in West Kowloon, an inspector who had been trying to destroy the Ni family got into trouble, and then you, Inspector Shen, brought down the Ni family—"

Seeing that Shen Shaofeng did not immediately deny it, Yang Jinrong said in a tone as sincere as possible, "I won't inquire about your 0th Division's internal secrets. I just want to know if Ah Ren is safe now and if he has a future?"

"After all, he is still the illegitimate son of drug kingpin Ni Kun, which will make his career in the police force very difficult."

Shen Shaofeng silently smoked his cigarette, his mind racing with calculations.

Yang Jinrong was not surprised that he had access to Chen Yongren's file.

Yang Jinrong was deeply impressed by Chen Yongren, and they even had a friendship when they were at the police academy, which he believed.

But did he really come over tonight simply to check on the situation of his former classmates?

Not necessarily.

As a Chinese-American elite, he must be looking for a way out as his department is about to be disbanded.

As for myself, as a rising star in the police force, is it worthwhile to make connections with me?

Oh, what a coincidence! I was just looking to get to know this future head of security.

Moreover, his ability to establish a connection with Shen Cheng, a public security official in mainland China, means there are no issues with his political stance.

Thinking of this, Shen Shaofeng slowly spoke: "Since that's the case, I'll also speak the truth."

"Chen Yongren is safe now, but as you said, Ni Kun's son's identity is indeed a big problem."

He looked at Yang Jinrong meaningfully: "We'll figure out what to do with him in the future. But you, Yang Sir, seem to be doing well in the Special Branch, but what will you do in two years?"

Yang Jinrong sighed softly: "Yes, the edifice is about to collapse. We people of the old era must make plans as soon as possible—"

At this point, he looked at Shen Shaofeng and suddenly asked a seemingly unrelated question: "Shen Sir, what do you think Hong Kong Island will become after 97?"

Shen Shaofeng's heart skipped a beat; he knew the real drama was about to begin.

"One country, two systems, Hong Kong people governing Hong Kong, and a high degree of autonomy. This is written into the Basic Law."

His answer was flawless, but it was also a bit too official.

Yang Jinrong quickly pressed on, "What about public security? Will triads like the Sun Kee and Wo Luen Shing disappear completely?"

Shen Shaofeng shook his head: "That's definitely not going to happen, but their space for survival will definitely shrink. Going legit and transforming their business is the only way out for these people."

"Like the Hui Brothers making movies?"

"Yes, just like the Hui Brothers making movies. However, if they want to clear their name, there are certain things they absolutely cannot touch."

Yang Jinrong had already gotten the answer he wanted from Shen Shaofeng's reply.

He took out a personal business card from the inside pocket of his suit and handed it to Shen Shaofeng.

"Sir Shen, I apologize for bothering you today. The coffee was very good."

"You're welcome, Inspector Yang. Next time, it's your turn to treat me to a drink."

Shen Shaofeng took the business card and carefully put it away.

Yang Jinrong stood up and straightened his suit: "As for Chen Yongren, please ask Inspector Shen to pass on a message to him that an old classmate surnamed Yang is asking if he's free to grab a cup of milk tea together."

"The tea stall across from the police academy has never changed its taste."

After saying that, he nodded slightly, opened the door, and prepared to leave.

"Wait, Inspector Yang."

Shen Shaofeng called out to Yang Jinrong.

This future head of security extended an olive branch today, and I accepted it.

As for Chen Yongren, the Ni family case was sentenced the day before yesterday, and this undercover hero should reappear.

If I hadn't been hospitalized for so long, I should have contacted him much sooner.

Shen Shaofeng picked up the phone on the table and dialed Chen Yongren's number.

"Feed?"

"Ah Ren, it's me, Shen Shaofeng."

There was a two-second silence on the other end: "Shen Sir."

"How have you been these past few days?"

"That's it. I'll go downstairs for some char siu rice, go home to play games, and go to sleep. Inspector Shen, am I no longer fit to be a police officer?"

"Don't overthink it. I was hospitalized before and didn't have time to contact you. Come to my place now, Block B, 805, XX Apartment, Kowloon Tong. Bring up some late-night snacks with you, like roast goose, stir-fried beef noodles, stir-fried clams, barbecue, and milk tea or lemon tea, etc. You can choose what you want."

"Oh, right, there's an old friend waiting for you."

"Oh, who is it?"

You'll know when you get here.

"Okay, I'll be there in an hour."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Shaofeng looked at Yang Jinrong, who seemed a little surprised, and said, "Yang Sir, there's no time like the present. I've called Ah Ren over so you two can have a good talk."

An hour later, there was a knock on the door.

Shen Shaofeng opened the door, and Chen Yongren stood outside, carrying two large bags.

He cut his hair short and changed into a simple T-shirt and jeans, but there was a hint of gloom in his eyes.

"Come in, make yourself at home." Shen Shaofeng stepped aside to let him in.

As soon as Chen Yongren entered the room, he noticed that there was another person in the living room.

Is this an old friend? He looks familiar, but—

"Relax, we're on the same side."

"Ah Ren, let me introduce you. This is Inspector Yang Jinrong from the Political Department. He's your classmate from police academy."

"He guessed your identity himself, and that's why he came to me—"

Chen Yongren stared at Yang Jinrong for a few seconds, and then he seemed to remember something.

Yang Jinrong extended his hand: "Silver Chicken Head, Yang Jinrong. The night before you dropped out of school, you cried on the dormitory rooftop, saying that you could never be a policeman again—"

Chen Yongren shook hands with him: "I remember you. If I hadn't dropped out of school early, I would have been the silver medalist that year."

"Likewise, you're always number one in physical fitness and shooting, but you fall asleep during theory classes and when it comes to writing reports, you're definitely not as good as me."

The two looked at each other, and Chen Yongren finally smiled.

He placed the plastic bag on the dining table and began taking out lunch boxes one by one.

The aroma of roast goose, the wok hei of stir-fried beef noodles, the garlicky fragrance of stir-fried clams, and the charred aroma of barbecue instantly filled the air.

He also bought five or six cups of iced milk tea and iced lemon tea.

The three sat down and began to eat their late-night snack.

Shen Shaofeng broke apart the disposable chopsticks and picked up a piece of roast goose: "Let's eat and chat. Ah Ren, what nonsense were you spouting on the phone just now? Don't you trust me?"

Chen Yongren, head down, shoveled food into his stir-fried beef noodles, mumbling, "Shen Sir, my dad is Ni Kun, but you never come looking for me, sigh—"

"Hey idiot, didn't you see the police report? I've bravely ended up in the hospital—"

Yang Jinrong ate in a more refined manner. He slowly ate a skewer of grilled squid and interjected, "I can vouch for you, that issue of Police Report made Inspector Shen look quite handsome."

"Okay, I understand."

Chen Yongren nodded.

Then he chuckled self-deprecatingly: "I've inquired. Someone like me, returning from undercover, will probably be assigned to the archives or the gun room, where I'll just sit around typing on a keyboard until I retire."

"So what do you think?"

Chen Yongren raised his head, his eyes filled with resentment: "I don't want to. I didn't become a police officer to sit in an office. Zero Division, Major Crimes Unit, NB, even PTU—any frontline department, I'm willing to do it!"

He put down his chopsticks and looked at Shen Shaofeng: "I know my background isn't clean, Inspector Shen, can you help me?"

Yang Jinrong put down his milk tea and slowly said, "Ah Ren, I understand your concerns. Within the police force, especially among some of the older generation, background is very important—"

Chen Yongren sighed.

"But," Yang Jinrong changed the subject, "it's 1995 now, not five years ago. The police force is changing, and the people at the top are changing too."

"You testified against Ni Yongxiao and destroyed the Ni family; that's a truly significant achievement. The fact that Inspector Shen is willing to take on this case is itself a testament to his commitment and a guarantee."

He looked at Shen Shaofeng: "Shen Sir, what do you think?"

Shen Shaofeng took a sip of iced lemon tea, put down the cup, and offered cigarettes to the two men: "Ah Ren, Yang Sir is right. No one can deny your contributions. But if you want to maintain your position, you still need to silence some people."

"You need a readjustment period to let everyone see clearly that Chen Yongren is now a respectable police officer!"

Chen Yongren raised his head: "Sir Shen, you mean—"

Shen Shaofeng said directly, "Go get your uniforms first. Patrol the streets, handle neighborhood disputes, check gangsters' IDs, and help the old lady find her cats and dogs."

"Thoroughly understand the police regulations and internalize the rules of the police force. Spend six months or a year gradually wearing away those gangster habits in you."

Yang Jinrong nodded in agreement: "Shen Sir's approach is the safest one, allowing them to work diligently in the military for a period of time—"

"At that time, when I apply for a transfer to a front-line department through the formal procedures, there will be much less resistance."

"After all, the police force also needs to set an example, a good example of an undercover police officer."

Shen Shaofeng and he exchanged a glance, both understanding that they wanted to help Chen Yongren resolve his inner conflict.

"Yang Sir is right. I'll use my connections to get you transferred to the Zero Division. Then no one will have anything to say."

Chen Yongren remained silent for a long time, smoking two cigarettes in the process.

He looked at Shen Shaofeng, then at Yang Jinrong, and finally nodded emphatically.

"I understand. Mr. Shen, Mr. Rong, thank you. I know what to do."

Shen Shaofeng patted him on the shoulder again: "I believe you. But the condition is, don't embarrass me in uniform. If you do poorly in the assessment and get a bunch of complaints—"

He had something on his mind he couldn't say directly: "I'll take care of Han Chen, Liu Jianming, and Lin Guoping for you. And as for May, I'll make sure you go after her. In this life, be a good policeman, a good husband, and a good father."

"Don't worry, Inspector Shen! I'll do my best, even if it kills me!"

Chen Yongren straightened his back, and the gloom on his body immediately dissipated.

Shen Shaofeng's tone suddenly turned serious: "Police officer ID number, PC27149, Chen Yongren!"

Chen Yongren snapped to attention as if by reflex: "Sir, I'm here!"

Shen Shaofeng stood up at the same time and suddenly laughed: "Give me a gift and let's see."

Chen Yongren then realized he was joking, but he still stood with his feet together, fingers together, and gave a standard salute.

Yang Jinrong looked at the two of them, raised his milk tea cup, and said, "Then let's use tea instead of wine to wish Ah Ren a speedy start and to wish Inspector Shen a successful promotion."

"Then I wish Mr. Yang all the best in the future."

"Uh, you've all said the words, and I—me too."

The three clinked glasses.

After chatting for a while about old times at the police academy, Yang Jinrong and Chen Yongren exchanged contact information.

"Ah Ren, keep in touch. If you need any help, just let me know."

After seeing the two off, Shen Shaofeng tidied up the house casually.

He lay on the sofa, intending to take a nap before going to find Cai Yuanqi to finish the "report" that had been delayed for a long time.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

"Feed".

"Junior brother, it's me. Are you free now? Come to To Fuk Road, Kowloon Tong right away. I have something urgent to discuss with you."

On the other end of the phone, Lok Wai-ching's anxious voice came through.

Since the last time the two had "intimate contact", this is the first time that Yue Huizhen has taken the initiative to call him. And if she is anxious, what is the situation?

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