Chương 40: I'll give you a nominal position, so you don't have to go to work!

What is that expert thinking right now?

He drove it for thirty years; this model is in textbooks.

Su Wan leaned against the door frame.

She tapped her fingers lightly on the door frame, then stopped.

She watched as Lin Zhou zipped up his tool bag and turned around.

He looked at her.

His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, and then he nodded gently.

Su Wan nodded as well.

Lin Zhou put the wire into his tool bag. Before he could zip it up, he looked up at the bureau chief.

"one thousand."

Old Zhou, who was standing at the door, choked on the sip of tea he had just taken.

It wasn't a spray, it was a choking sensation—a little bit of herbal tea spilled from the corner of his mouth, which he wiped with his sleeve.

The enamel mug slammed heavily onto the table, the lid bounced, and spun twice before coming to a stop.

"Didn't you say it would be two hundred per time?"

Old Zhou's voice was half a tone higher than usual.

He has heard Lin Zhou give him a price quote several times from yesterday to today.

Now they're asking for a thousand.

Lin Zhou zipped up the tool bag.

He looked at Lao Zhou with a calm expression.

"The locks are different. This time it's a higher level."

He slung his tool bag over his shoulder.

"People outside don't pay this price."

Old Zhou opened his mouth.

What I wanted to say was probably something like, "You told me fifty yesterday at Crescent Moon."

Or, "You quoted the person locking the car 300 and claimed it was a friend's price."

But he hadn't said a word yet.

The bureau chief reached out and stopped him.

The bureau chief gently pressed his palm down in the air.

The meaning is clear: Don't speak yet.

Then he looked at Lin Zhou.

His gaze shifted from Lin Zhou's spiky hair to his toolbox.

He then looked back at his eyes.

"Could you change the price?"

The director said.

Lin Zhou looked at the bureau chief.

The bureau chief was also looking at him.

The two stared at each other for about two seconds.

Then Lin Zhou said, "Okay, how much?"

The bureau chief held up five fingers.

Lin Zhou looked at the five fingers.

The index, middle, ring, and little fingers are slightly curled inwards, while the thumb is slightly tucked in.

The bureau chief's nails were cut very short.

His fingers, like the ones he used to hold the pen when taking a statement, were clean and tidy.

He was calculating in his mind.

The bureau chief held up five fingers; it couldn't be five hundred.

Five hundred is less than a thousand; the bureau chief wouldn't try to bargain like that.

But 50, 000 is too high. Paying 50, 000 just to open a lock? The police station isn't printing money.

"You're good at bargaining."

Lin Zhou said.

"Cutting it in half at once."

The bureau chief shook his head.

No.

It's not five hundred.

Not five thousand —

"fifty thousand."

Lin Zhou's fingers stopped on the zipper of the tool bag.

He had considered that the bureau chief wouldn't cut the price down to five hundred.

But he didn't expect it to be 50, 000.

I quickly went through the calculation in my mind.

It took him three minutes to open this lock today.

Three minutes is worth 50, 000, which is about 17, 000 per minute.

He rejected the auxiliary police position yesterday.

He felt he had earned enough in the past three days.

But now the bureau chief says 50, 000.

"How come it's so tall?" he asked.

The bureau chief put his hand down.

His palm rested on the document on the table.

His tone was the same as when he was looking at the transcript.

The pace was neither too fast nor too slow, as if stating a decision that had already been signed.

"This is a bonus. The ministry has a special reward for assisting in cracking major drug cases. The drugs and cash in that cabinet you just opened are enough to sentence those two groups to life imprisonment."

"Without you, the box couldn't be opened, the evidence couldn't be used, and the person might have been released."

"This 50, 000 is the maximum amount allowed under the rules."

The bureau chief paused for a moment.

He looked at Lin Zhou, raised his right hand from the document, and lightly tapped his finger on the table. (The following is a separate, unrelated excerpt: "You're just a locksmith! What are you catching as an adulterer at the start?" - a novel with stunning writing and a captivating plot.)

"In addition, our bureau has specially appointed you as our technical consultant."

Lin Zhou looked at the bureau chief.

Technical consultant—he broke down those four words in his mind.

He has the technical skills.

He can be an advisor.

He can't go to work.

He was about to open his mouth and say "No".

The bureau chief spoke first.

"No need to work regular hours, no need to be available on call. In case of special circumstances, we'll notify you by phone. If you can come, great; if not, we'll see."

The director's tone was as flat as when he said "fifty thousand" earlier.

Lin Zhou's mouth remained in the position of about to open.

No need to work regular hours.

No need to be available on call.

I only come when there are special circumstances.

This isn't working; it's just being a figurehead.

He recalled the words he had said this morning when he refused the auxiliary police position.

I don't want to be stuck in one place.

Now the bureau chief told him.

This technical consultant doesn't need to be assigned to a specific job. You can continue riding your electric scooter around the city, continue taking on private jobs, and continue turning a 200-dollar job into a 500-dollar one.

Only occasionally.

Occasionally, there's a lock that no one else can open, and you'll need to come and check it out.

His mouth closed.

Then it opens immediately.

"Okay, I agree."

The voice was faster than when answering any questions before.

The live chat exploded.

"His attitude changed. He was just shaking his head, but when the chief said he didn't need to work regular hours, he immediately changed his expression. Locksmith King: I don't need to work. Chief: You don't need to work. Locksmith King: I agree."

"From shaking his head to agreeing, the interval was less than 0. 3 seconds. Faster than unlocking a door."

"Three-Second King: I don't reject government-affiliated positions, I just reject positions that don't require office hours. I want a government-affiliated position that doesn't require office hours."

"His body language was saying: 'You should have told me you didn't have to work regular hours. I was thinking about it for several seconds.'"

Old Zhou watched this scene unfold from the side.

He picked up the enamel mug, unscrewed the lid, and then put it back on.

The action of wrapping the old lock cylinder with oil paper.

At that time, he thought this kid was tough.

Now he knows.

Whether bones are hard or not depends on whether the conditions are right.

The expert in the gray vest stood in the corner.

He had already picked up his toolbox from the ground.

He was squatting on the ground, picking up the scattered tools one by one.

He paused for a moment when he heard the bureau chief say "specially appointed technical consultant".

He looked up at Lin Zhou.

A young man, wearing a blue down jacket, with his hair sticking up.

I've been running a safe for thirty years, and this model is in textbooks.

Today was the first time I saw the actual product; I tried to open it three times but failed.

Then the young man, in about three minutes, opened it with a wire.

He lowered his head.

Put the last screwdriver into the toolbox.

The lid closed with a soft click.

Su Wan leaned against the door frame.

She tapped her finger lightly on the door frame.

The natural curve of her lips curved slightly.

It wasn't a smile, but a knowing "I knew you'd agree."

The director picked up a document from the table.

It's probably an application form for a special consultant.

Turn the page.

He looked at Lin Zhou.

"Please leave your bank card number, and we will transfer the money as soon as possible."

Then he turned and walked toward the door.

He paused when he walked to Su Wan's side.

He turned his head and glanced at her.

It didn't say, "The person you recommended is good."

It didn't say "what is your relationship with him?"

He just said...

"Don't drink too much on your next blind date."

Then he left.

Su Wan's ears turned slightly red.

Just for a moment, and then it returned to its normal color.

She turned to look at Lin Zhou.

Lin Zhou was taking the tool bag off his shoulder.

Put the wire you just used into a small compartment.

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