"What kind of job is it? Yesterday, I overheard that officer with the last na Wei ntion sothing about... you taking so sort of exam?"
Upon hearing the na Wei Zheng, Fang Cheng knew the other party, to bridge the gap, had more or less disclosed so information to his mother.
No wonder on the drive ho yesterday, his mother and grandfather seed a bit off, speaking and acting with extra caution, afraid that any word might touch a nerve.
It wasn’t until today, when the atmosphere at ho had eased, that his mother finally found an opportunity to test the waters.
Fang Cheng understood and didn’t completely hide it. He nodded in line with his mother’s words.
"Yeah, sort of."
He hung the dried clothes on the bamboo pole, carefully choosing his words:
"It’s a special position related to the police system, within a governnt departnt, with a strong emphasis on secrecy, requiring internal exams and selection. They didn’t specify exactly what it entails, just asked to consider it first."
"Governnt departnt?"
Li Zhenhua, having just washed his hands, raised his voice a bit upon hearing this:
"Well, that’s wonderful, working for the state is stable and respectable, much better than those lawyer or lecturer jobs you’re doing."
"Ah Cheng, you must seize this opportunity!"
The old man shook the water off his hands and walked over briskly, growing more excited as he spoke, as if he could already envision his grandson in uniform.
"Ahem!"
Li Biyun suddenly coughed heavily twice from the side, interrupting her father’s enthusiastic talk.
While pretending to adjust her collar, she glanced at Li Zhenhua out of the corner of her eye and said casually:
"Dad, don’t get too excited just yet."
Li Zhenhua, caught in the middle of his excitent, was suddenly interrupted by his daughter, leaving his words choked in his throat, and his expression instantly froze.
He made a sound, as if soone hit the pause button, and his excitent visibly faded away.
He naturally understood the implication behind his daughter’s words.
Indeed, a governnt departnt, a civil servant...
It sounds glorious, but the hurdle of "background checks" looms like a mountain in front of their door, impossible to bypass.
The courtyard fell silent, with only the sun-dried clothes gently swaying in the breeze.
Li Zhenhua rubbed his hands and awkwardly chuckled twice, finding himself a way out:
"I’m just... happy for Ah Cheng. Besides, we just need to do our best..."
He looked up at Fang Cheng, with a hint of expectation in his eyes, lowered his voice as if uncovering a secret:
"Ah Cheng, that Mr. Shi we t yesterday, he seed quite influential and spoke politely; he’s probably a big leader, right?"
"Do you think... he might have a way to help you with that... um, particular matter?"
Gazing at his grandfather’s cautious yet sowhat sly eyes, and his mother’s complex look of wanting to ask but daring not to, a mix of hope and worry.
Fang Cheng’s heart was gently nudged by sothing.
His future has always been the most tender and sensitive spot in their hearts.
Fang Cheng imdiately put on a radiant smile, draped an arm over his mother’s shoulder, and winked at his grandfather, speaking in a relaxed tone:
"Mom, Grandpa, don’t worry unnecessarily. It’s all still uncertain. He just casually ntioned it, and whether I go or not depends on my own willingness."
"Rest assured, soone as talented as will never go hungry!"
Fang Cheng knew well.
So matters and secrets are indeed not suitable to explain to the family now.
The reason Shi Chengyi personally stepped forward, lowering his stance as the forr head of the Special Search Team, treating him with courtesy, and even willing to use the shocking secret of his father’s case as leverage.
Ultimately, it was because of the "value" he demonstrated.
It was the performance that triggered heavenly phenona in the Ma Family Water Prison, it was that extraordinary martial arts talent, and that Martial Arts Will that even moved Shi Chengyi.
It all stemd from Fang Cheng’s own strength.
If ti rolled back half a year, and they t then, that Elder Shi would at most consider him rely a physically fit young lad.
Perhaps he’d take an extra look due to Ma Jianguo’s connections, but that would be it.
He would never see him as the "hope for martial arts revival," nor would he have extended such a serious invitation.
Without strength, he would still be the one struggling at society’s bottom, unable to pass graduate school background checks due to his father’s "criminal case," an ordinary civilian.
Perhaps, as he told Shi Chengyi, he’d end up finding an ordinary job, living a mundane life day by day.
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng’s lips curved into a tiny, barely noticeable smile.
Settling down for a stable life?
That was nothing but the most convenient and reasonable excuse in front of Shi Chengyi.
Every day, he gets up at four in the morning, training persistently rain or shine.
Each ti, wearing a mask, challenging powerful opponents one after another, fighting those monsters.
Everything was done to continuously "grind experience," to beco stronger.
For one day to stand atop the true pinnacle of this world, to witness those magnificent sceneries ordinary people can’t imagine in a lifeti.
How could he possibly be content with diocrity, being forever buried quietly in the sea of humanity?
However, right now, his strength was far from strong enough.
Many things were still not fully in his control.
That’s why he needed to bide his ti, to be patient, to dedicate all his ti and energy to the most important task: improving his strength.
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