"Is it true, leader? Did I hear that right?"
The unexpected surprise hit Wang Yong hard, leaving him in disbelief for a mont.
He hadn’t done much, yet sohow managed to earn himself a Third-Class rit Award?
Upon hearing this, Zhaocheng and the others were filled with envy and jealousy.
They weren’t envious of Wang Yong getting the award, but rather his stroke of luck.
If they had followed Luo Fei at the ti, the one getting the Third-Class rit Award now might have been them...
"Captain Zhao said it himself, so of course it’s true."
Having received confirmation, Wang Yong wasn’t happy, but rather regretfully exclaid, "I wish I had made a bigger wish! If I had known, I should have wished for sothing bigger just now!"
He had just wished for a Third-Class rit Award in this lifeti to be satisfied.
Zhaocheng and the others, initially feeling sour inside, suddenly found it amusing.
"Wang Yong, be content. A Third-Class rit Award is good enough. We don’t have anything yet."
"Yeah, you’ve got the rit. You should be secretly happy about it and not complain it’s small. Have you considered our feelings?"
"No, I’m not saying it’s small, just that the wish I made just now..."
While explaining, Wang Yong clasped his hands together again and started praying, "Heaven bless . Forget the previous wish. I hope to earn a few Second-Class rit Awards in this lifeti!"
The others laughed even harder.
Zhaocheng teased, "Wang Yong, if you’re going to make a wish, shouldn’t you ask the leader? Isn’t he more reliable than heaven?"
"Hmm... You’re right!"
Wang Yong seed to snap back to reality and actually started muttering to Luo Fei, "Leader, my great leader, I’m begging you, next ti I want to earn a Second-Class rit Award!"
Zhaocheng was just joking, never expecting Wang Yong to take it seriously. He was imdiately taken aback.
Wang Yong asking heaven was sothing he could mock as superstition, but asking Luo Fei... that might actually co true!
Realizing this, he wanted to slap himself, thinking how foolish he was to dig such a hole!
Unable to let this slide, he quickly clasped his hands and, even more urgently than Wang Yong, said, "Leader, leader, I also want a Second-Class rit Award. Please give it to first, please!"
Zhang Fan looked a bit puzzled, wondering what was going on.
But regardless of the situation, following them seed like the right choice, "Leader, whatever the award is, please prioritize !"
"Well... since you’re all asking, I might as well join in too... Leader, I also wish for a Second-Class rit Award!"
Even the mature and steady Sun Jun joined in the wishing.
Luo Fei found himself caught between laughter and tears at the actions of the four.
He tried hard not to laugh, but spoke seriously and solemnly, "Please, I’m just your leader, not a turtle in a wishing well!"
anwhile, recalling Zhao Donglai’s words, a few strands of reluctance surfaced in his heart.
Honestly speaking, having spent ti with these jokers, it felt good to laugh and chat every day. If they were to part ways, he’d indeed feel a bit reluctant.
Unfortunately, he definitely couldn’t take them all to the city criminal police team...
"Geez, leader, don’t say that. You’re far more handso and impressive than a turtle."
"Get lost, even if you butter up, I’m not going to grant your wishes casually."
"Leader..."
After a bout of playful banter, Luo Fei returned to seriousness.
"I need to go to Wenshui Town. Who wants to co with ?"
"I do, I do..."
Knowing he’s likely going to continue investigating Wang Dawei’s case in Wenshui Town, Wang Yong raised his hand swiftly.
But as soon as he did, Zhaocheng pressed it down firmly.
"Brother Yong, you’re my real brother! You’ve already got a Third-Class rit Award, please let this chance go to your brothers, okay?"
Moved to tears by Zhaocheng’s words, Zhang Fan nodded vigorously, "Wang Yong, show so pity for your brothers."
Feeling embarrassed under their gaze, Wang Yong awkwardly withdrew his hand.
"Alright then, you guys go."
"That’s what real brothers do!"
Zhaocheng gave him a heavy pat on the shoulder and excitedly looked at Luo Fei, "Leader, we’re going with you!"
Both Zhang Fan and Sun Jun also looked at Luo Fei with shining eyes.
Initially, Luo Fei planned to take just one person, but seeing them like this, no matter who he chose, the others were bound to be unhappy...
After so indecision, he decided to take all three along.
After speaking with Zhao Donglai, they headed straight for Wenshui Town by car.
Upon arrival, Luo Fei led them directly to the mahjong room often frequented by Yang Dawei.
Generally, no one plays in the morning, so the place was closed when they arrived.
But having spent a significant ti staking out the area, Luo Fei knew the owner’s family lived upstairs on the second floor.
He called out a couple of tis from downstairs, and a middle-aged woman poked her head out of a second-floor window, "Who are you looking for?"
"The mahjong room downstairs is yours, right? We’re from the county criminal police team and we’d like to ask you so questions," Luo Fei identified himself straight away.
Hearing this, the middle-aged woman didn’t dare delay and quickly ca downstairs, inviting them in warmly.
"Please, take a seat, officers..."
Upstairs, the woman spoke while pouring them tea, before sitting down on the opposite sofa.
"Officers, what’s the matter that you need for?"
"Do you know Yang Dawei?"
"Yes, he often cos to our shop to play cards... Has he committed a cri?"
Luo Fei didn’t answer her question, instead, he continued, "Who regularly plays cards with him? Could you provide their contact details or addresses?"
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