Just as Su Mo and the others had encountered the drug traffickers...
On the other side, the city bureau was kicking off the final big meeting of the year.
In a spacious conference hall, Chen Yumin and Liu Yongkang, the top two officials, sat at the head of the room.
Yang Guoming, Wu Cheng'an, Su Dahai, along with a number of station chiefs, SWAT team leaders, and other department heads were seated on either side.
Once everyone had arrived, Liu Yongkang, who had just returned from the provincial department, opened the meeting directly:
"Everyone's here, so let's begin."
"There are three main issues today."
"The first is the rising crime rate as the year comes to a close."
As he spoke, Liu Yongkang looked around the room with a stern expression:
"The end of the year marks the Spring Festival travel rush—huge crowds and complex populations."
"During this period, incidents of robbery, theft, and even murder all spike sharply."
"This time, higher-ups have issued a strict order: the crime rate must be tightly controlled. Any city exceeding the quota will be held accountable—no exceptions."
That statement immediately made the room fall heavy with tension.
Clearly, the crackdown on crime this year would be even more intense than expected.
Things were about to get very busy.
"Of course, there are two critical areas of focus this time."
"One is Qiaoxi Railway Station. The other, Tongshun Road Metro Station."
Liu Yongkang's gaze sharpened as he continued:
"These two places are already hot zones for theft."
"And with Spring Festival approaching, the crime rate will skyrocket."
"Qiaoxi and Tongshun Road stations won't have enough manpower on their own."
"So, these two key areas will be split using Nancheng as the dividing line."
"All precincts west of Nancheng will be responsible for Qiaoxi Station."
"All precincts east of Nancheng will handle Tongshun Road Station."
"I don't care how you coordinate, how many officers you dispatch—"
"All I care about is the result. If the crime rate exceeds the threshold, I'll hold you personally responsible. No excuses!"
The oppressive atmosphere in the room intensified. After scanning the room, Liu Yongkang's voice turned even lower:
"Is that clear?"
"Clear!"
Everyone answered in unison, their faces tense.
The determination from above to suppress crime this year was unmistakable.
With responsibilities clearly assigned, any precinct that failed to meet targets would be in deep trouble.
Everyone was already calculating how to pass down the pressure to their subordinates.
It was a chain of stress from top to bottom.
After a while, no one said a word. The silence was heavy and uncomfortable.
Then, breaking the tension, Chen Yumin chuckled and said:
"Alright. As long as you understand how serious this is, the rest is up to you to follow through."
"Next, let's move on to the second matter."
He pulled out a sheet of paper, glanced at the room with a smile, and began to read:
"This year's resource allocations are in—twenty vehicles, thirty motorcycles, one hundred office computers, and assorted desks and chairs..."
As Chen Yumin listed the items, the previously stiff atmosphere suddenly became lively.
Everyone's eyes lit up as they looked at him eagerly.
Now this was what they had been waiting for.
After a whole year, most precincts were running low on funds.
Some squad cars had been patched up over and over. Motorbike parts had been replaced countless times.
Plenty of office computers crashed every other day.
They were desperate for replacements—and they couldn't afford to miss this chance.
Otherwise, they'd be stuck for another year.
Tension began brewing in the room once more, this time laced with competition.
Everyone was suddenly sizing each other up like enemies.
Because they were.
After a long read, Chen Yumin finally finished the list.
He took a sip of water with a grin, clearly in no rush, and said slowly:
"Alright, let's hear it. After a whole year, what do your precincts need replaced?"
That was the cue—and no one held back.
"Chief! We're short on vehicles at Qiaoxi. Every dispatch is a gamble! We don't need much—just two cars and three bikes!"
"Bullshit! You've got five cars at Qiaoxi and you're still complaining? West City only has two! Are we not allowed to do our jobs anymore?"
"Chief, Dafu Road's squad car is barely drivable. I'm not asking for much—just give us one car that actually runs…"
The room erupted into chaos. Red faces, raised voices.
It was the prime time for "pity performances." No one was willing to back down.
After all, these were new vehicles—even if a station had cars, they weren't new cars.
Most people were fighting over cars and motorbikes.
As for computers and other supplies? Those were plentiful—every year everyone got a few, and they could make do.
But when it came to cars and bikes? They had to get a couple back to the station.
That was the shared goal in every precinct chief's heart.
Chen Yumin and Liu Yongkang, watching from the head table, were unfazed by the chaos.
They were used to this. It happened every year.
But then, Chen Yumin suddenly noticed Yang Guoming sitting calmly, smiling without a word—and couldn't help but ask with interest:
"Guoming, you're usually the loudest one from Nancheng. Why so quiet this year?"
At that, everyone else turned to Yang Guoming in surprise.
This wasn't like him at all.
"Heh, we in Nancheng don't behave like that. Look at them—it's a mess."
Yang Guoming sat upright, glanced disdainfully at the others, then grinned:
"Nancheng's hardships are well known to leadership."
"I trust this year's allocation won't short-change us."
Then he picked up his cup and took a sip of water with great composure—cool as could be.
Bastard!
Look at this smug bastard pretending to be a gentleman!
The other chiefs were fuming internally.
In past years, Yang Guoming would've practically leapt onto the table, spitting three pounds of saliva to fight for resources.
And now he was all calm and collected? Everyone knew why he was so confident this year.
Still—his smug attitude was infuriating.
"So tell us," Chen Yumin asked with a smile, "what's Nancheng asking for this time?"
"Ah, not much," Yang Guoming grinned.
"Just five vehicles and six motorbikes will do."
The room went dead silent—then erupted in outrage.
"You want five cars for Nancheng?! Out of twenty total?! Are you out of your mind?!" the Qiaoxi chief shouted.
But Yang Guoming stayed unfazed, his eyelids drooping lazily:
"Our officer Su Mo took down forty-eight thieves in one go and earned a second-class merit."
Wu Cheng'an from West City fired back:
"So one second-class merit equals five cars?! Why not ask for all of them?!"
Yang Guoming kept smiling:
"Su Mo also interrogated all 48 suspects by himself—helped West City earn a collective third-class merit."
Another station chief jumped in, furious:
"We're talking about resource allocation! Why do you keep bringing up Su Mo?!"
But Yang Guoming still looked unbothered. He blinked slowly and said:
"Su Mo also disarmed a time bomb recently. Oh, and helped capture the wanted fugitive Wang Hu."
"……"
At first, everyone had banded together to oppose Yang Guoming.
But by the end, they were all left speechless, trembling fingers pointed at him, unable to respond.
Whatever they said, he had one reply:
"Su Mo brought honor to our station."
It felt like they were trapped in a bizarre loop of getting thumped by a monkey.
How the hell are we supposed to argue with that?!
What else is there to say?!
Damn it—his officer is Su Mo!!
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