Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 887 - 492: A Temp Worker’s Morning

Chapter 887: Chapter 492: A Temp Worker’s Morning

Sancha River Township Police Station, office of the director.

Listening to Yan Fei busily taking on tasks for him, the director couldn’t help but laugh, "Where did you learn all this? You talk as if you’ve got it all figured out, you’re articulate enough to be a reporter at a newspaper. Being a boss has really improved your skills!"

Yan Fei laughed heartily, "Of course, who do you think I am! Not to brag, but I read the paper every day now. Reporter? Give me the job of an editorial director and I could nail it. That settles it, then. I’ll go call people for the meeting."

"Hey... wait a minute..." Lin Baoguo called out from behind.

But Yan Fei had already opened the door and started shouting, "Everyone at the station, come over here. Meeting time, hurry up everyone."

As he said this, he turned back and entered again, "You won’t go wrong listening to me. I’m now a big boss with a monthly turnover of millions, so giving you a few tens of thousands is nothing to me. Don’t be polite, just spend it as you please when you’re out."

Lin Baoguo was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, "That’s not it at all, you..."

"What’s wrong with me?" Yan Fei smirked. "I know the several people we’ve arrested are a problem, and you as a small station director can’t handle it all by yourself. So you might as well step out. Isn’t there something you need to take care of? Just take the official staff with you, leave the rest to me. What else could happen at your station now? It’s just about fire prevention and theft, right? I’ll handle it, so rest assured!"

When it comes to influence in the township nowadays, Director Lin couldn’t catch up with Boss Yan, not even if he tried riding a horse. Boss Yan dared to speak like that because he really did have the confidence.

In his heart, Lin Baoguo understood that as soon as Yan Fei came in, he mentioned Old Pan, which must have been a trick suggested by Old Pan. Now, he was speechless against Yan Fei’s arguments, and sitting there thinking it over, he felt this plan might actually work.

It wasn’t that he was fleeing from battle. If he had even the slightest desire to retreat, he wouldn’t have made the arrests so decisively. As for not showing a happy face, he had gambled his position on this matter; if things went wrong, he might have to go home and sell sweet potatoes.

He wasn’t a cunning old fox who could stay calm and composed in such a situation, let alone smile. This was exactly why Yan Fei was worried. It was decent of him to act as an uncle, and as a nephew, he couldn’t be any less responsible.

Director Lin staying behind was indeed useless. If someone from above came to take people away, he couldn’t refuse. Leaving was still better; the people who stayed couldn’t make decisions. They would detain the suspects first and see what happens next. Besides, there’s always the telephone. Whether he was home or not didn’t matter; he could always call to check on the situation.

But the little police station wasn’t equipped with a telephone. If he didn’t call back, nobody could reach him—there was a pager, but whether he would respond was entirely up to him. The pager he was given by the county was an old digital one, prone to losing signal. If information was delayed, any urgency on the other side or inconvenience to wait could serve as an excuse to delay a few days—a minor issue.

"Will things be okay here without me?" Lin Baoguo was still somewhat worried.

"What could go wrong with me here? I’ll call Hong Kong right now and get them to find a couple of lawyers to come over," Yan Fei boasted confidently.

He wasn’t just talking big—Guo Jingya’s restaurant in Shen City had officially opened and she basically paged everyone every day to boast about how good her business was. Now that their relationship was good, it was a waste not to make use of those connections.

Moreover, Yan Fei always felt that Hong Kong lawyers were tough. In his eyes, they were the kind who would do anything for money, like defending a bank robber who stole hundreds of millions and audaciously claiming the criminal was innocent—so if he got a couple of those lawyers over, it wasn’t something he couldn’t do, right?

Of course, there was also the current trend of ’not airing one’s dirty laundry in public.’ Getting outsiders to handle it might make matters easier.

Lin Baoguo was still hesitant, but soon Old Pan also sauntered in, persuading Lin Baoguo with a mix of coaxing and strong arguments, and quickly convinced the reluctant director. Before long, Lin Baoguo was packed up and headed south with a few police officers to Nanguang City to arrest suspects involved in illegal fundraising and fleeing with the funds.

As soon as they left, Yan Fei felt relieved. After instructing Dang Wenzheng not to let the detainees starve to death, he returned to his cattle farm.

The remaining issue was to see which ’big shot’ would come into play, trying to shut his cattle farm down.

As for notifying the county officials or anything of the sort, that was unnecessary. Once something is done, sometimes not knowing is better than knowing. If they knew and a ’big shot’ came to inquire, it would look like they weren’t giving them face. Not knowing, no one could say much—if they didn’t clearly write ’My father is XX’ on their faces, who could blame them?

And even if they did, surely even a three-year-old knows that there are things you can do but mustn’t speak of.

Seeing everyone at the farm work nervously, Yan Fei was quite annoyed and called them all over to say, "Go about your business as usual. I’ll take the fall for anything, so stop worrying needlessly. Today will definitely be fine, Director Lin has a major case and has taken the staff far away. The few left at the station are not familiar with the procedures, so they can only make sure the detainees don’t escape for now. It probably won’t be until tomorrow that they inform their unit. There’s nothing to worry about today, disperse!"

He turned around, waved his hand, and left.

The new mushrooms and earthworms in the greenhouse had been harvested, and a small delivery truck had also been bought. For deliveries, Yan Fei was too lazy to use any of his cheats; it was just a matter of paying some shipping costs.