When you say you're driving an Audi, the entire road will want to overtake you because they are afraid of getting scratched.
Try it."Yan Fafen fell silent.Después de la victoria de su coche, un Chery QQ, Yan Fafen levantó el cristal de su ventana con un suspiro.Jiang Ting sat elegantly and calmly, his hands folded on his thighs.
He didn't seem agitated at all.
Yan Fafen glanced several times in the rearview mirror, feeling increasingly irked as he said, "Can’t you sit in front?""Why not?""Are you making me your chauffeur back there?"Jiang Ting replied, "I don't want to bother you, so can you just drop me off at the intersection up ahead, Sergeant Yan?""You're going all the way to the Gongzhou Public Security Bureau?"Jiang Ting's gaze shifted and he sat still on the couch, flipping through a book he had found, sipping his steaming tea."Say," Yan Fafen said casually, "how did you end up in my study?""Carl Jung, The Red Book." Jiang Ting closed the book and softly placed it on the coffee table.
He asked, "Do you understand this?"Yan Fafen glanced at the blood-red cover;he couldn’t remember when or why he had bought it.
It was likely a promotional purchase from Dangdang for his newly built study with its bare wooden shelves."Of course not…" Yan Fafen paused, noticing Jiang Ting’s half-smile, and added, "of course I can understand it—what’s wrong with you?"Jiang Ting smiled slightly.Yan Fafen hung the towel over a chair, stretched out on a seat opposite Jiang Ting, crossed his legs, and sized him up.
"You're older than me," he observed, "but your appearance doesn’t show it.
You seem to be someone who focuses on self-discipline and health from an early age.
You have a refined demeanor that I rarely see in field detectives.""Why did you choose to become a police officer?" Yan Fafen suddenly asked.This question was rather out of the blue, so Jiang Ting didn’t answer directly but replied instead, "And why do you?"Yan Fafen smiled, "When young men don't study hard enough, they eventually end up in the police force.
I understand, Commander Jiang."It was his first time addressing him as such.Jiang Ting said, "I just switched gears to attend public university later on.""…" Yan Fafen thought for a moment before deciding not to push it and instead asked, "You must have good taste, this tea is quite expensive—over a thousand yuan per liang.
If I used an ordinary Lipton teabag, I would have been satisfied."Jiang Ting said calmly, "I didn’t want to take advantage of you.
This is the cheapest variety from your tea box, and I haven't even touched that old Tongxing block."Yan Fafen said, "It's okay, drink it.
Tea is meant to be consumed.
If this house wasn’t clogged with traffic today, I wouldn’t visit for months.
In a few years, it might get eaten by rats.
To be honest, the whole building was developed by my family, and this apartment is far from luxurious—it’s just for show."Jiang Ting seemed amused;he adjusted his posture more comfortably and said, "No need to feel embarrassed about that.""No?Then I'll say something even more embarrassing.
Why did you become a police officer?"Jiang Ting didn’t respond, but Yan Fafen continued anyway: "I was never fond of studying when young.
Often skipped school to mix with others, and got into fights so many times it’s hard to count the number of times I ended up in the police station.
My family had some small coal mine business, making a few thousand yuan, but they could always bail me out.
However, as time went on, when I was about to turn eighteen, faced with potential criminal responsibility, the local police chief talked to my father, saying that if I continued this pattern of frequent stays in the station, he had two options for me—becoming a glorious part of people's democratic dictatorship or joining it by serving as one."Jiang Ting said, "Or go to prison, or become a police officer.""Exactly," Yan Fafen seemed proud.