Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1319 - 643 Officer Xu

Within the Sancha River Township police station.

Officer Xu sat behind his desk, his brow deeply furrowed, absently sipping at his tea until he took a mouthful of tea leaves, which snapped him back to reality—the tea was not any sort of fine quality, and it had been steeped too strongly, which certainly did not give it a pleasant taste.

Officer Xu’s full name was Xu Changsheng. The elders in his family were no ordinary people. It would be an overstatement to say he was brought up in luxury, but drinking such poor-quality tea had certainly only begun after he had arrived in Sancha River.

If it had been any ordinary day, he would have immediately spit out tea leaves that ended up in his mouth, but at that moment, he couldn’t help but slowly chew on them, as if that tea—reduced to little more than a faint bitterness—could somehow sharpen his senses.

To become the chief of the Sancha River police station was a bit of a fluke. Although Xu Changsheng had never suffered much hardship growing up, among his peers, he was considered one of the more grounded individuals.

Given his family background, it wouldn’t have been strange for any sort of person to emerge: some rebellious, living irresponsibly into their thirties without committing to proper work; some exploiting family connections from a young age to make money; and others engaging in all sorts of misbehavior...

In any case, someone like him was actually quite rare—while Sancha River might be a peaceful place, it was, after all, a poor township in a poor county. His being there already said a lot about his attitude. A truly spoiled child, with his kind of family background, would never end up in such a remote place.

Moreover, being there was not his actual intention. Initially, he had wanted to spend a few years in a more challenging grassroots environment—solid and grounded. But to his surprise, although his attitude had garnered support from most of his family, his mother strongly opposed it—mothers all over the world are mostly the same, with very few willing to see their children suffer hardship.

After much persuasion, he managed to get his mother’s approval. Upon arriving at Sancha River, however, he gradually realized that it seemed somewhat contrary to his original intention.

He had come to train himself. And before heading to the grassroots, he had done plenty of homework, aware of the difficulties in such work. But he had not expected to end up in a place with such good public security, it was almost a ’doors-need-not-be-locked-at-night’ sort of community.

But that wasn’t the main issue. The key point was, upon arriving, anyone with a bit of understanding would think that he came to "pick the fruit"—don’t assume that a police station must handle major cases to build a resume. There’s a saying, "A good fighter has no grand achievements." If a police station chief can keep their jurisdiction crime-free for several months or even years, that’s a greater merit than solving a number of major cases.

When he first arrived, he did think about changing places, but since he was already there, and he also understood that if he were to be sent to a troubled area, not just his own mother, but even those elders who supported his ’tempering,’ would never agree.

Given the circumstances, he decided to stay and took his work seriously. Although there weren’t many cases, in the township, he had to focus on fire and theft prevention, legal education, handling trivial local matters, and managing relationships among colleagues and between different levels of hierarchy—all of these were things he had to learn. After all, for someone who grew up in the city without any practical experience of independent authority, being a small-time police chief was still a form of training.

Although the locals were somewhat distant towards their new chief, he could understand it—after all, even during school, students from more prominent families tended to keep to themselves, and there were barriers between them and the students from less fortunate backgrounds.

He thought that the year was about to end peacefully, without incident, but during the last few days, a case cropped up in the township.

When Xu Changsheng first received this case, he felt a slight thrill—despite knowing such feelings were improper for a young man, he couldn’t help himself.

Finally, a case that could establish my authority in the township.

That had been Xu Changsheng’s initial thought.

But then, he realized things weren’t exactly as he had thought.

For starters, at the bus station entrance, his "authority" as the chief didn’t seem to carry much weight. The townsfolk, who on the surface appeared honest and trustworthy, were not as easy to get along with as they seemed—there was no denying it, that rascal who excused himself to check the restroom for the suspect in front of the chief, only to scale the fence and escape, had left quite a psychological scar on Chief Xu Changsheng.

Xu Changsheng had truly not anticipated that the villagers, cooperative when he regularly went to set up fire and theft prevention work, would behave the way that dependable-looking fellow did at the bus station entrance.

Wasn’t cooperating with the police in their investigations expected? Besides, all he had asked was for the man to come with him to make a statement afterward. Was it really that difficult to provide a piece of ancillary evidence, to leave a field report or testimony? How much time could it possibly take?

Xu Changsheng really couldn’t understand why the man chose to run.

Then there was the issue with the police station’s internal attitude which he also found somewhat puzzling: Why was there this undercurrent of resistance? He could understand if they had concerns when he was new, as his arrival was the reason their former chief was transferred. But it had been a while, and hadn’t everyone been working together fairly well this whole time? Why this sudden change?

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