Chapter 17 Teachings (please vote for collection recommendation)
“Teacher, these coffee beans are good.” Cheng Qianfan grabbed a small handful, sniffed and said.
"You're lucky, too." Xiu Gongshen scolded with a smile, "Old Miao left in such a desolate way, do you think Qin Detai really doesn't have any resentment at all?"
Lao Miao is Lao Mo's uncle. He was deceived by Lao Mo into the coffin book. He died of anger rather than illness.
The poor old man still missed his nephew before he died, and used his last favor to get Lao Mo a patrol job from Qin Detai.
"I understand." Cheng Qianfan thought for a while and said, "General Xun Qin is very angry about what happened to Lao Miao, but due to Lao Miao's entrustment, he can't do anything to Lao Mo himself, so..."
“So what?”
“So, I got it wrong.” Cheng Qianfan said with a smile.
"Sneaky guy." Xiu Gongshen scolded with a smile. Although he was angry with Cheng Qianfan before for taking action without reporting, the anger in his heart dissipated when he thought that this child's starting point was indeed to help him. , there was a touch of warmth in his eyes.
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"Your father and I have known each other for many years. Brother Wenzao is just a child like you. In these troubled times, I don't ask you to be prominent. If you can have a more stable job and live a peaceful life, I am worthy of Brother Wenzao's trust. ." Xiu Gongshen looked at Cheng Qianfan and sighed, "I shouldn't have allowed you to enter the patrol room. You brat are so brave. I'm really afraid that you will cause some trouble in the future!"
"Don't you have a teacher?" Cheng Qianfan smiled and said with a serious expression, "Qianfan has lost his parents since he was a child. Ever since I met the teacher two years ago, you have regarded me as your nephew. In Qianfan's heart, you and my wife are the two The closest elder, Qianfan knows that the teacher is worried about me. However, as the teacher said, in these troubled times, no one can live a peaceful life. Qianfan also wants to do something, and I also want to help you do it. Something."
Xiu Gongshen took a deep look at Cheng Qianfan and saw that he meant what he said, which made him feel very relieved.
Xiu Gongshen is the translator of the Political Department and has a close relationship with the upper echelons of the French Concession. He helps his boss Xi Neng to assist in the affairs of the inspection team. He seems to have a high status, but in fact he is in an awkward position. To be precise, he has no real power of his own. , high position but low power.
The situation is turbulent, and it is difficult for Xiu Gongshen to be alone. When he reaches this position, he will naturally retreat if he does not advance.
In addition, Xiu Gongshen's predecessor and his alumnus, translator Luo Hanlin, who "empathizes with the Red Party", provided convenience to the Red Party many times and was dismissed from his post. This also caused the leasing authority's distrust of the Translation Office, or more At least it will have an impact on Xiu Gongshen and enhance his crisis awareness.
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“I heard there was a quarrel just now.” He Xuelin came in with a plate of cut oranges and asked with a frown.
“It’s a bar head with stiff wings.” Xiu Gongshen snorted.
“I have small arms and legs, so I can only jump around under the protection of the teacher’s wings.” Cheng Qianfan took the fruit plate, handed Xiu Gongshen a cut orange, and said with a smile.
"You two, the old one is the old one, the young one is the young one, and you are not the right person." He Xuelin complained for a few words before leaving.
They talked for a while, mostly with Xiu Gongshen asking him about his work in the patrol room.
Occasionally, he would give some hints and analyze to Cheng Qianfan some things that he could tell Cheng Qianfan about the middle and higher-ups in the patrol room, so that he would not be confused.
Cheng Qianfan listened carefully and felt that he benefited a lot.
Not in his place, not involved in it, and unaware of its situation. This is indeed information that he has not been able to master before.
"Jin Kemu is hosting a banquet tonight. You can bring a bottle of good wine from me later." Xiu Gongshen said before leaving.
“Thank you, teacher.” Cheng Qianfan said happily.
This is tantamount to Xiu Gongshen making a clear statement and conveying a message to Jin Kemu that he regards Cheng Qianfan as a grassroots member of the patrol room, or to be precise, a key training target in the central patrol room, and asks him to take care of and promote him.
When Xiu Gongshen served as a temporary French teacher for the supplementary class of the French Concession Police Sergeant School last year, Cheng Qianfan was not the only teacher-student relationship he forged. There were more than a dozen patrol officers in various patrol houses in the French Concession who were his students.
Of course, this kind of teacher-student relationship is actually very shallow, and cannot be compared with the teacher-student relationship in the previous dynasty.
That’s why Xiu Gongshen always took more care of Cheng Qianfan, the son of an old friend:
Township, the two are worldwide, the son of the old friends, and the students naturally have more closeness.
"Being a patrol officer is your choice, and you choose your own path." Xiu Gongshen said slowly, "The teacher has some words for you."
"is teacher."
"Be more serious about things and have more responsibility; be more demanding of yourself and be more vigilant. You can't be proud, ambitious, and happy, so be careful." Xiu Gongshen patted Cheng Qianfan on the shoulder. "If you can do this, you will definitely accomplish something. Brother Wenzao should be happy to know that you know this."
“Remember this, nephew.” Cheng Qianfan choked with sobs, looked solemn, and bowed.
Cheng Qianfan left the study, said goodbye to his wife in the living room downstairs, took a bottle of whiskey from Wu Ma, and left.
Xiu Gongshen was alone in his study, watching from the window the young figure walking farther and farther under the street lamp, lighting a cigarette, his eyes twinkling.
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“Xuelin, do you think I’m hypocritical? When I agreed to let him be a patrol officer...”
He Xuelin came up to help Xiu Gongshen massage his head and sighed slightly, "Qianfan chose the path himself."
Yes, the child chose his own path.
I am just going along with the flow.
Xiu Gongshen comforted himself and said.
“For boys, it’s normal to have aspirations and ambitions if you don’t want to be mediocre.” He Xuelin gently pulled out a white hair of her husband, “Qianfan is a smart boy.”
“Yes, smart boy.” Xiu Gongshen nodded thoughtfully.
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Cheng Qianfan hailed a rickshaw at the intersection.
Lighting a cigarette, he was thinking.
His biggest heel in the patrol room was right here with Xiu Gongshen. Only when Xiu Gongshen nodded could he climb up as quickly as possible.
Xiu Gongshen and his father Cheng Wenzao were classmates and family friends. Over the past two years, Xiu Gongshen had always taken care of him as his nephew.
However, no matter how close the relationship is, it needs to be maintained by common interests. Now Cheng Qianfan is seeking to make progress so that he can help Xiu Gongshen, so that the relationship between the two parties can be better maintained.
What he said about helping Xiu Gongshen was definitely not false. Xiu Gongshen was influential at the top in the French Concession, but had no influence at the grassroots level. It could be said to be a castle in the air.
I believe that Xiu Gongshen also realized this, so he began to focus on using teacher-student relationships to cultivate grassroots power.
The better he does in the patrol room, the higher he climbs, which will also be of great help to Xiu Gongshen in controlling the grassroots forces in the patrol room.
Of course, the bigger and more stable Xiu Gongshen's power is, he will naturally benefit a lot.
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