Chu Ge started with a slight smile, watching Song Baijia's bewildered expression, and gradually, he couldn't help but burst into laughter, his stomach even started to hurt from laughing so hard.

In this moment, the annoyance brought by the Chen Family and the Liang Family dissipated quite a lot. This quirky chef Song Baijia was simply a living treasure.

Song Baijia was already feeling uncomfortable, and seeing Chu Ge laugh so joyously, he felt even more uncomfortable, "What's wrong? What's so funny about this?"

Still laughing heartily, Chu Ge draped an arm over Song Baijia's shoulder, "Brother Song, that guy was hinting at you for a cigarette, you said that line the second time, and I bet his face turned green right then, didn't it? Hahaha..."

"Wanted cigarettes?"

Song Baijia was puzzled, still a bit slow to process, but Chu Ge's words hit the nail on the head. When he said that sentence, indeed, the face of the male cop from the household registration department turned green, and his mouth seemed to twitch twice?

Actually, you couldn't really blame Song Baijia for being slow to react; he wasn't the least bit dumb. It's just that he had spent over thirty years growing up in a small village, where everyone he interacted with was straightforward in speaking and doing things, and he had never had to deal with government offices. How could he have seen such a thing?

Chu Ge finally stopped laughing and explained to Song Baijia, who finally realized what had happened. However, he still couldn't find it funny according to his understanding.

Are slogans like "Police and public are one family" and "Find a policeman if you're in trouble" all fake?

Are the glaring and bold characters "Serve the People" on the police station wall also fake?

Seeing Song Baijia's slightly furrowed brows and feeling his disappointment, Chu Ge also found it hard to laugh. There was a time when he would also get angry over these things, but now that seemed like such a distant memory.

Maybe... this is what's called growth?

Even though such growth is somewhat laughable and also a bit pitiful.

After buying two packs of Liqun cigarettes from a nearby supermarket priced at thirteen, Chu Ge brought Song Baijia back to the police station.

Even though buying two more expensive packs of cigarettes wouldn't be a problem for Chu Ge, dealing with this kind of person, two packs of Liqun should already be enough respect for him.

Still, Chu Ge was a bit puzzled. This cop in the household registration office acted so haughty; did their director know?

Hadn't Liu Weijiang already patted his chest and guaranteed everything was prepared, and he would be able to handle it smoothly once he got there?

Of course, Chu Ge didn't think Liu Weijiang would lie to him; it wasn't worth it over such a trivial matter. If there was trouble now, it was probably because something went wrong with one of the steps.

Even though Chu Ge could easily solve it with a phone call, he thought it really wasn't worth it over such a trivial issue. Just toss the two packs of cigarettes over, consider it feeding the dogs.

In the household registration office, the policeman playing a game saw Chu Ge return, pulling out two packs of Liqun from his pocket, the corners of his mouth slightly curled, and his previously sullen "dead father" face relaxed a bit.

Chu Ge stacked the two packs of Liqun on the table and pushed them gently in front of the male police officer.

Hmm, this kid's alright, way better than that bumpkin beside him, has quite an eye, huh?

Thinking this, the policeman was about to grab the cigars from the table when he inadvertently glanced at Chu Ge's left hand, and his gaze suddenly froze.

Whoa? This kid's something! That diamond ring... conservatively estimated to be at least over a hundred thousand, right?

Gazing at the diamond ring on Chu Ge's left ring finger, the policeman's eyes flickered, narrowed slightly, and his hand hesitated upon reaching out. When his fingertips touched the edge of the cigarette pack, he suddenly frowned and put on a stern face.

"Hmph! What do you two think this place is!"

The policeman pulled his right hand away from the cigarette pack, his curled fingers suddenly flicking forward, and the two packs of Liqun immediately slid off the table with a "pat pat" sound, landing by Chu Ge's feet.

Song Baijia was puzzled again, feeling a bit clueless. Didn't Chu Ge say this policeman was soliciting a bribe from them? Now, even with the two packs of cigarettes on the table, why did he suddenly flip out?

After being stunned, Song Baijia felt genuinely happy from the bottom of his heart, certain that Chu Ge must have misunderstood; it wasn't as he said. This cop really wasn't that kind of shameless person, and it must have been that he really had issues with his paperwork.

Hmm, it must be the case.

Chu Ge curled his lips, not bothering to look at the two packs of cigarettes at his feet. He placed his hands on the table, leaned slightly forward, and firmly locked his gaze on the policeman behind the table.

Being stared at like this by Chu Ge, the policeman's eyes soon began to waver again. Despite Chu Ge's calm gaze, he felt somewhat guilty and somewhat regretted his previous outburst.

"What... what are you looking at? If you have nothing, don't disturb my work here." The policeman widened his eyes, his brows furrowing tighter, speaking with false bravado.

Chu Ge's smile deepened, looking at the policeman for a few more seconds. Just when the policeman felt increasingly pressured and was about to stand up from behind the table, Chu Ge raised his hand to scratch his head.

"Sorry, seems like I'm the one who doesn't understand the rules here."

With a faint remark, Chu Ge turned around and left once more. Song Baijia gave the male officer an apologetic grin, bent down to pick up the two packs of Liqun cigarettes from the ground, and followed Chu Ge again.

The male officer stared at Chu Ge's back for a few seconds, then curled his lips, picked up a cup of tea from the table, took a sip, and let out a contented sigh. A moment ago, his face was full of guilt, but now it brimmed with pride.

"Smart, this kid is really smart, hahaha!"

However, while he was pridefully laughing, he didn't notice that besides the two packs of Liqun that he swept to the ground, something else was missing from his desk.

Not only did the male officer from the household registration section not notice this, but even Song Baijia didn't realize. After leaving the police station, he was still carefully recalling what the officer had said to him, pondering what could have gone wrong with the paperwork.

"Xiao Chu, hey, isn't it true that you were overthinking? I just think that officer isn't the type of person you described. Look at his crisp uniform; how could he do such shameless things? Now, what should we do?"

As Song Baijia asked, Chu Ge walked straight towards a burning trash bin, glanced around to make sure no one was nearby, looked down at the item he had swiped from the male officer's desk, smirked slightly, and tossed it into the burning garbage.

Shifting his gaze from the quickly burning item, Chu Ge turned around, shook his head at Song Baijia, and said, "Brother Song, it's not that I thought too much; it's that I didn't think enough."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"He's indeed not the kind of person I said he was, but much more shameless than I imagined."

In Song Baijia's confused gaze, Chu Ge snickered again, took the two packs of cigarettes from Song Baijia's hand, and suddenly posed a question, "Brother Song, do you trust me?"

"I... trust."

"If you trust me, then just don't worry about anything later and watch how I get him to do what you need."

"But isn't there a problem with the paperwork?"

"Problem? Haha... No, there's no problem with the paperwork at all." Chu Ge's grin grew even wider, but in his heart, a certain anger was finally rising. Some people just don't value the face they're given.

Song Baijia still wanted to ask more, but Chu Ge was already striding back towards the police station.

Walking into the police station and returning to the household registration section, Chu Ge closed the door with a "click."

The officer behind the desk was surprised and delighted, with a bit of anxiety, wondering what tribute this kid was going to offer. He even closed the door specially? If it's too expensive, would it be troublesome for me to keep it?

"Brother Song, don't worry about anything, just wait for me."

Chu Ge patted Song Baijia's shoulder, took the materials from his hand, strode over to the desk, placed the materials on it, and tapped them with his finger.

"Officer Bian, I thought about it again and really can't figure out what's wrong with the paperwork. Can you tell me how to get the procedure done?"

The male officer was stunned, feeling extremely annoyed inside. What's going on with this kid? The current situation is completely different from what he imagined. Shouldn't this kid at least offer two better packs of cigarettes?

What annoyed him even more was that his name was Bian Ziqun, and Chu Ge's calling him "Officer Bian" sounded exactly like "urine officer." Normally, people around him didn't call him that, yet this kid who came asking for his help didn't avoid it?

As for how Chu Ge knew his name, he wasn't surprised. As soon as you enter the police station, there's a notice board with his photo and name on it.

Little did he know, Chu Ge hadn't looked at that at all.

Bian Ziqun glanced up at Chu Ge, quickly pondering inside. This kid's demeanor is quite different from before. Does he have some kind of backing? Is he about to speak some truths to me?

No, that can't be it. If this kid really had strong backing, he would've shown it at the beginning. Would he need to buy two packs of Liqun to show his respect just now?

Thinking of this, Bian Ziqun felt bolstered again, raised an eyebrow, and said impatiently, "How many times do you want me to say the same thing?"

Chu Ge grinned, raised his hand to touch his nose, "So, what you're saying is, you have no intention of telling me or handling this for me? Do you think your behavior is worthy of the police uniform you wear?"

Bian Ziqun ignored Chu Ge's taunt, thinking, "To hell with you, do you have the right to ask me that? Who the hell are you?"

"Pa-tap, pa-tap"

Chu Ge tossed the two packs of Liqun at Bian Ziqun's face, "Can you handle it now?"

Bian Ziqun was genuinely furious this time, leaping up from his chair, "You..."

But before he could open his mouth to curse, a crisp "snap" sounded beside his ear.

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