The deputy press officer of the police departnt stepped forward and reminded everyone, "Please be quiet, the dal ceremony is about to begin."
Shi Nian lifted her head, took off her high heels, and whispered to Ye He, "Switch shoes with , quickly!"
Ye He was puzzled, "Boss, what are you going to do?"
Shi Nian smiled, "Even if he says he won’t accept my interview, as long as he shows up here, I definitely won’t let him get away. Unless— he doesn’t want the dal today at all."
Mr. Tang entered the police world surely for glorification. She didn’t believe he would have the nerve to give up such a great opportunity for a dal.
Just as Shi Nian rubbed her feet and socks, preparing to rush when Tang Yanqing took the stage, she saw an officer walk to the deputy press officer, hold down the microphone, and whisper a few words. The deputy press officer’s previously cheerful face turned cold.
"What’s wrong?" The most sensitive mbers of the dia below the stage stirred and began to inquire.
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Backstage.
A man in a neat police uniform, with a dal on his shoulder, walked out of the waiting room. Stepping forward on the marble floor bathed in sunlight, he walked with calm and grace.
But above his deanor, he wore Ray-Ban sunglasses that he never took off; as he walked, he even lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth.
His thin lips were rosily red, the cigarette as bright as drawn and painted.
He walked leisurely and at ease, and although he wasn’t fast, his long legs quickly brought him to the end of the corridor, almost at the door.
A short, slightly plump policewoman caught up behind him, jogging to catch his wrist.
The policewoman, in her forties, had a kind appearance, but her eyes were filled with determination. She snapped sharply, "Officer Tang, please don’t be so willful! The dal ceremony is about to start; how can you leave now?"
The young man stood upright, slightly turned his head, bit on his cigarette, and glanced askew at the policewoman with a smile, "My dear press officer, isn’t it odd that on today’s important dal ceremony, the chief press officer isn’t at the front, but has her deputy keep watch?"
The kind and plump policewoman was the chief press officer of the city’s police departnt: Su Xi Liu.
And this young officer, who was walking away without any hesitation, was Tang Yanqing.
Su Xi Liu bit her teeth in anger, "It’s because I have to keep an eye on you, Mr. Tang! You promised you’d co and accept the dal, you’re here today, why are you suddenly leaving? What do you take police discipline for?"
Tang Yanqing’s red lips curled nonchalantly, "But you didn’t tell that you’d decide to arrange dia interviews without my consent. If the price of receiving the dal is being exposed to the dia from now on, I’d rather not have it."
He raised his hand leisurely, took off the dal from his shoulder, and with a smile, pinned it on Su Xi Liu’s left lapel, "Since you’re so keen on this dal, I’ll give it to you. Hmm, I must say, this police dal makes a fine brooch."
He finished speaking, turned slightly, and walked away again.
Su Xi Liu stomped helplessly, "Yanqing, this is a police honor that others beg for, you must not be so reckless! Moreover, this will bring gossip to the Tang Family!"
Tang Yanqing pressed his right index and middle fingers to the brim of his hat, "I, Tang Yanqing, joined the police force to punish evil, not to inherit the Tang Family legacy, and certainly not for so-called dals. My dear aunt, whether you represent the police or the Tang Family, neither can sway . What I am determined to do, no one can change."
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