C7 Friends

After asking two more painless questions, Lee Chui also replied weakly.

Seeing that it was about time, the organizer asked, "Number 09, is there anything else you need to add?"

Lee Chui was sad but also disappointed. He regretted that he shouldn't have fought one-on-one with the middle-aged man, causing him to be so passive now. At the same time, he had some doubts about the police position in his heart, is it fair to pass the interview like this? It was unreasonable for such a narrow-minded person to be a civil servant.

"Nothing to add." Lee Chui wished he could leave this damn place immediately.

The chief examiner said, "Alright, examinee number 09. You can leave the competition now. The scores will be announced on the internet in a few days' time, and you will be notified in writing. Please pay attention."

Deep Sea's interview results were different from those in other places, and were not announced on the spot.

Lee Chui said goodbye and left the interview room.

The middle-aged man was in a great mood. He smiled and nodded to the other interviewers. He wrote a score of 59 on Lee Chui's interview score. This score was basically the lowest in all of the years.

The other interviewers also understood that these people were hired employees. If they were to give them high marks, they would offend him. In any case, there were a few good ones among these nine people, so it didn't matter.

He typed them one by one and handed them to the scorer. Then he checked the report again.

After the inspector left, the middle-aged man said, "Hmph, how could someone like him enter the police force? I asked him that question just now was a real question, and to be honest, I went to a bar in Shenshui Street to handle a case yesterday, ah, no way, Old Wu, you know that. Although I was supposed to be staying at the hotel as an interviewer, I received a call from an informant, so I couldn't help but be distracted by my work. How can such a brave man be a police officer?

The main examiner didn't even bother to analyze the truth of his words. He nodded and said: "Old Bian, don't be too tired. The police are still human, you should relax and learn to relax."

"Sigh, there's nothing I can do about it. I'm a police officer after all, serving the people is not a big deal."

Lee Chui was as depressed as he could be after leaving the interview. He couldn't help but think, "Should I wait here for some old guy to come out and throw a brick at his back?" Then he thought: "Aiya, forget it. This might be my fate."

The leader pulled off his belt and switched on his phone. During the interview, his communication device was turned off and he turned it off. Several missed calls were made by Saobao Jian, who was definitely a bunch of crap, so he didn't bother and called the doctor in his heart, Zhang Qian.

"Hello, Dr. Zhang. I'm in a bad mood today. I'll do the test tomorrow."

"Isn't the interview ideal? Hehe, don't worry about it. Where are you? "

"I just got out of the interview, got ready to take the bus home, and had a good night's sleep."

Oh, I know where that place is now, I'm going to visit a friend at the Friendship Hospital. How about this, it's almost noon, you wait for me there for a while. Since there's time, I'll come find you.

After Lee Chui heard the call end, he put his phone back in his pocket and lit up his cigarette. He couldn't help but think of the middle-aged man who looked like he needed a beating, "Ah, if I had directly called him into the hospital yesterday, things wouldn't have happened today. What bad luck."

The sun was shining brightly in the sky. Lee Chui was squatting next to the bus sign in front of the police training center. A person in his fifties who was casually dressed came over, "Is there a fire?"

Lee Chui handed a fifty cents inferior lighter to him.

The person smiled and said, "Thank you. An interview? "

Lee Chui was stunned for a moment and then nodded his head.

"The people who are interviewing here are all police officials. From the looks of it, you don't seem happy at all. Isn't the interview bad?"

Lee Chui replied lazily. He took his lighter and shifted his gaze.

The man smiled again. "Do you want to be a cop?"

The sensitive Lee Chui seemed to sense something was wrong and looked at the person again. His hair was white and both of his eyes were shining. He looked to be in high spirits as he asked, "Who are you?"

The man nodded. "I already know, but the police are very bitter and sometimes full of unknown dangers. I hope you can prepare yourself."

At this moment, the public bus arrived at the fourth street. The man immediately put out his cigarette and followed the flow into the car. There were a lot of people in the car, and the face was almost pressed against the window as it smiled towards Lee Chui.

"Tsk, where did I think this god came from? I didn't expect him to be a shrimp." Lee Chui continued to squat on the side as he waited. It was almost noon, and there were a lot of people around the bus stop. There were also a lot of people discussing the exam questions one after another.

Not long later, a white Volkswagen Beetle slowly drove over and stopped beside Lee Chui.

"Hey, Mr. Lee!" The window slid down to reveal a face of about ninety years of age, long wavy hair, a smiling face, and a typical pair of crescent eyes. Sitting in the car, she wore a simple, casual black coat.

Lee Chui stomped on his cigarette and sat down.

Several examinees around them also saw this scene. There was envy, jealousy, and disdain towards Lee Chui.

"It's alright, it's just a test, don't take it to heart." Zhang Qian, who was driving, comforted her.

Lee Chui and Zhang Qian got to know each other two years ago. At that time, Lee Chui had just broken up and Zhang Qian had just graduated. She studied psychology and opened a psychological clinic on her own.

Lee Chui could be said to be Zhang Qian's first customer. The two of them could be said to be on good terms. Zhang Qian had used a hypnotic method to understand Lee Chui's heart, so she was shocked.

Lee Chui spent one to two thousand yuan a month on a therapist. He didn't have much money at the beginning, so he had to pay a little bit. But when he ran out of money, he started to clean the clinic's center as a form of payment.

Later on, Zhang Qian successfully persuaded the next person to commit suicide by jumping off a building, causing her to become famous. Many rich people took the initiative to look for her to see their psychology, and slowly, they still needed to make an appointment.

Zhang Qian bought a car and house the next year, which made Lee Chui envious. He thought he might as well open a psychological clinic to earn some money so he wouldn't have to worry about living a life.

The two had a good relationship, similar to Brother Tieh. Lee Chui knew that he and Zhang Qian could only be brothers because —

"Mr. Lee, what do you want to eat? I'll treat you at noon. " Zhang Qian said.

Lee Chui shook his head and said, "Big sister, there are no outsiders here. You don't need to say Mr. Lee one word at a time. This way, although you look professional, you won't have to do it when there's no one around."

"Hur hur, alright then. What does Big Hammer want to eat?"

"You're really treating me to a meal?"

Zhang Qian nodded.

"Okay, I want to eat — shark fin, abalone, dragon meat, buddha jumps, nine turn large intestine, Australian lobster —"

Zhang Qian patted him on the shoulder and said, "Be more realistic, I know that a new house on Queen Street has opened, and the Japanese food is pretty good. Let's go where."