Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 559 - 559 555 Reporting for Duty

559: Chapter 555: Reporting for Duty 559: Chapter 555: Reporting for Duty Around 8:30 in the morning, Ye Fan finally set out from the Dingsheng International Hotel, accompanied by the plainly dressed Wei Ziling.

They sped along the road and arrived at the county town of Mingde by about noon.

The county town of Mingde was not much different from a typical county town, with an old district, but mostly newer areas, and a few properties under construction, giving off a thriving impression.

Since it was already noon, it was not possible to report for duty at that time, so Ye Fan first checked into a three-star hotel.

He booked two adjacent rooms—one for himself and one for Wei Ziling.

After settling in with their luggage, they left the hotel to find a restaurant for lunch.

Having finished lunch and returned to the hotel, Ye Fan instructed Wei Ziling in his room, “I’ll report to the police station this afternoon, while you look for a house for me.

Rent a place with a parking spot, three bedrooms, and double reception rooms, with easy access to transport.

Uh, it shouldn’t be too far from the police station—within a twenty-minute drive.”

“Okay,” Wei Ziling nodded, then asked, “Should it come furnished or unfurnished?”

“Whatever,” he responded.

“Just choose whatever you think is suitable.

We need to hurry up; we need to move in within the next two or three days.”

Having concluded his instructions, Ye Fan asked Wei Ziling to take a rest in her room while he too lay down on the bed to rest.

Just before two o’clock in the afternoon, Ye Fan left the hotel, driving towards the police station.

At half-past two, Ye Fan entered the police station with the relevant documents.

A few minutes later, a duty officer led Ye Fan into the office of the police chief.

As he entered the chief’s office, by coincidence, a man in his late thirties or early forties came out.

The middle-aged man was dressed in a police uniform, with a cold appearance, about 1.7 meters tall, sporting a slight beer belly.

Upon seeing him, the duty officer leading the way greeted him with a hint of obsequiousness, saying, “Chief Chen.”

With an air of authority, the middle-aged man gave a slight acknowledgment without actually looking at the duty officer.

His gaze crossed over the officer, inadvertently landing on Ye Fan’s face.

The next moment, Ye Fan distinctly saw Chen’s expression turn instantly gloomy.

As they brushed past each other, Ye Fan clearly heard a disdainful and resentful snort.

“Eh?

I’m getting a cold reception on our first encounter.

Do I have a face that just invites mockery?” Ye Fan’s mind raced, and he suddenly recalled what Li Zhaojun had said to him that morning, immediately guessing that the middle-aged man might be one of those whose interests had been affected by his sudden arrival.

While mulling this over, Ye Fan had already approached the large office desk, facing Tang Xianlong, who was comfortably seated in a black leather chair, the chief of Mingde County Police Station.

Ye Fan took a quick glance at Tang Xianlong, noting he was in his fifties, his figure plump, with slight balding at the forehead and graying temples, and a not-so-prominent scar below the corner of his left eye.

In his fifties, at the level of a department director, according to the civil service employment system in Hua Xia Country, there was basically no chance of promotion left.

At best, he could have an honorable retirement with a vice director-level position, provided he had enough qualifications and made some significant contributions upon stepping down.

After the duty officer left, Ye Fan handed over his documents to Tang Xianlong for review.

Tang Xianlong scrutinized Ye Fan’s resume thoroughly.

When Ye Fan came in, he had already recognized this tall young man as the newly assigned deputy political commissar and head of the public security team.

Nowadays, with the swiftness of computer information transmission, Tang had seen Ye Fan’s photograph several days ago.

“Twenty-two years old, four years of military service, awarded second-class merit once, third-class merit four times, Major and deputy battalion commander.” Tang Xianlong looked at Ye Fan’s “resume,” and couldn’t help but sigh internally, “Twenty-two years old, deputy division level, a future bright beyond measure!

As long as he isn’t extremely unlucky, it’s very likely he could rise to the level of a department bureau.”

Ye Fan’s family had applied for a fake resume for him, citing sensitive personal information as the reason.

The fake resume was valid for three years.

Tang Xianlong checked Ye Fan’s family information again and discovered it was just an ordinary working-class family.

“However, the military is the military, and the government is the government; even in the police system, it’s not a place where an illiterate can get by!” Tang Xianlong’s eyes flashed with a hint of darkness, clearly less than receptive to this newcomer who had seemingly parachuted into his domain.

After reviewing the documents submitted by Ye Fan, Tang Xianlong looked up and said, “So you’re a combat hero from the military forces.

Welcome to join our police force.”

His voice was neither warm nor cold as he stood up, extending a hand across the desk as a gesture for a handshake.

Ye Fan was indifferent to Tang Xianlong’s attitude.

He stood straight, reaching out his hand past the midway point of the desk to shake hands with Tang Xianlong.

After the handshake, Tang Xianlong told Ye Fan to take a seat, then said, “It’s Friday afternoon now.

Your position will officially start next Monday.

You should use the weekend to settle in.

Oh, and about your dormitory, due to the tight housing situation, it hasn’t been arranged yet.

When you come back after the weekend, I’ll have the logistics department try to squeeze in an arrangement to assign you a dormitory as soon as possible.”

“Okay,” replied Ye Fan.

Though he had no plans to stay in any dormitory, what was his could not be shortchanged.

He had just arrived, and if he were too polite, it would invite people to think he could be easily bullied, thereby leading to unnecessary troubles.

Tang Xianlong said, “Since it’s not yet closing time, you should hurry to the HR department to finish up the formalities.”

Exiting the director’s office and on his way to the HR department, Ye Fan reflected on Tang Xianlong’s attitude and felt that Tang Xianlong seemed not to like him, with an undercurrent of rejection.

Around four o’clock, after completing the registration process, Ye Fan did not linger and left the police station to drive back to his hotel.

Returning to the Dingsheng International Hotel, he called Wei Ziling.

Wei Ziling was out looking for a house, so after getting the address, Ye Fan drove there.

Fifteen minutes later, Ye Fan drove into a Yongfeng residential community.

This community wasn’t one developed by a real estate company but a self-constructed residential community planned by the government.

There were no clear boundaries or gates for the community, and while the layout of the buildings was orderly, the building heights and styles varied.

It took two or three minutes for Ye Fan to meet Wei Ziling under a row of connected buildings.

“Did you find one?” Ye Fan got out of the car and asked.

Wei Ziling replied, “The rent here is quite cheap—only 1000 yuan a month for a three-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment.

There is no furniture, but the houses are new since they’re self-constructed.”

Ye Fan glanced at the building behind Wei Ziling, pondered briefly, and then shook his head, “We’re not renting here.”

As they were driving away from the community, Wei Ziling asked, “Mr.

Ye, why not rent here?

The self-constructed houses are not only affordable but also simple and full of community spirit.”

“Exactly because these are self-constructed houses, we cannot move in to live,” Ye Fan explained.

“With everyone using the same entrance, familiarity breeds gossip.”

His current job role was considered sensitive in this county.

Moreover, he anticipated that Li Zhaojun and Lu Xiaoman might come to look for him, not to mention Zhao Tianya and Nie Yuling.

Should rumors spread wildly, it would be easy for trouble to arise.

“Let’s look in a new commercial residential district that’s recently been developed and not lived in for long.

Uh, we should try to be low-key,” Ye Fan added, “I don’t mind paying more for the rent.”

The new commercial housing districts were full of newcomers, with residents not familiar with each other and neighborly relations quite indifferent.

If people didn’t like visiting each other’s homes, one might not even know their neighbor’s name after five or six years of living opposite them.

This environment was more suitable for protecting personal privacy.