Transmigrated to 1994 (11)

"You have no idea. I was prepared to be slapped twice by Du Zhi Qiang, but then Uncle Li messaged saying the kidnappers were caught, the hostage was rescued, and all the money was recovered."

"At that time, I thought I was so tired I’d gone mad and misheard."

"Who would have thought that when I got back, I’d see the boy Chen Du perfectly fine."

"Du Zhi Qiang was overjoyed, slapping himself several times, fearing he was dreaming."

"Solving this case was all thanks to Comrade Lian."

Finally, Brigade Leader Peng summarized: "From now on, if anyone says the militia team is just a bunch of useless people who only know how to harass and extort money, I’ll spit on their ancestors' graves."

The ancestors' graves suddenly shook—Xu Zheng Ye: "..."

Brigade Leader Peng still firmly believed he and Xu Zheng Ye were of one mind and continued: "By the way, why haven't you reported to the Bureau Chief yet to request the transfer of Comrade Lian and Comrade Shen to your 3rd Brigade?"

"I’m telling you, if you don't hurry, the 2nd Brigade will snatch them away."

"The 2nd Brigade doesn't have as many men as my 1st Brigade; they’ll fish in troubled waters for sure."

Xu Zheng Ye, who originally saw Brigade Leader Peng as a thorn in his side: "..."

Actually, he was dying to have Lian Chi and Shen Jian She.

But the incident where he mocked them to their faces had only happened last week.

To this day, he still had to wait for Lian Chi and Shen Jian She to finish eating before he dared to show his face in the cafeteria.

But he couldn't keep living in shame forever.

So Xu Zheng Ye replied, "Thanks for the reminder, Brother Peng. Don't worry, I finished writing the application yesterday. I’ll submit it as soon as the Bureau Chief returns from the provincial meeting."

Actually, he still wanted to stall for a bit more time, even if just one day, to mentally prepare himself.

Mainly because the 2nd Brigade also had two big cases on their hands; surely they wouldn't accomplish much in a single day.

Brigade Leader Peng nodded: "Good, you better handle it."

That afternoon, Du Zhi Qiang came again.

This time, he brought a whole truckload of things—goats, chickens, a total of over twenty animals.

Brigade Leader Peng waved his hand: "Oh no, as police, this is our duty. Doing this is a violation of discipline."

Du Zhi Qiang insisted that Brigade Leader Peng accept: "You saved my son; how can I not repay you? You must accept, otherwise my ancestors will scold me for being ungrateful."

"If not, just consider it a donation to the police bureau."

"Fine, then."

Du Zhi Qiang had put it that way, so Brigade Leader Peng had to say, "Then bring them to the cafeteria. Mr. Du, why don't you stay for dinner later?"

Du Zhi Qiang smiled brightly: "I’d be honored."

Then he turned to his son: "Little Du, come and kowtow three times to the officers."

The little boy was tiny, wearing a white shirt and shiny black leather shoes. His face and hands were clean and fragrant; he looked incredibly adorable.

Following Du Zhi Qiang’s words, the boy knelt and kowtowed repeatedly, looking even more endearing.

But that wasn't the point. Brigade Leader Peng hurriedly helped the boy up: "Oh, don't do that, child."

Du Zhi Qiang brushed him off, waiting until the boy finished the three kowtows.

Once the boy stood up, Du Zhi Qiang said again, "Kowtow nine times to Uncle Lian. You’re alive because of him."

The boy knelt again, kowtowing even more enthusiastically than before.

Lian Chi hurriedly said, "No, please don't."

Du Zhi Qiang stopped him again: "It’s only right."

He added, "Officer Lian, in my hometown, there’s a custom. Whoever saves your child, the child must take them as a godfather to remember the debt and repay it in the future. Why don't you take my Little Du as your godson?"

Hearing this, Lian Chi forgot to help the boy up: "Huh?"

Godfather?

He had lived this long and had never even been in love.

Moreover, he was just a passerby in this era.

So his first reaction was to refuse.

But he didn't know how to refuse without making the atmosphere awkward.

Just then, the lady serving mung beans from the cafeteria rushed out: "My hometown has this custom too! They say children who encounter bad luck have weak spirits and need a stronger spirit to stabilize them. Some people even take rocks or banyan trees as godparents for their children, but the best is always the savior."

"My sister’s eldest grandson—from birth, he’d get sick every few weeks. One year it snowed for two days straight, blocking all the roads, and he caught a fever. Luckily, the two sons of the neighbor broke through the door and carried him to the hospital. I heard their shoulders were even bleeding. So my sister had him take those two as godfathers, and since then, he hasn't been sick once."

Hearing this, Chef Liu said, "Is that the boy who got into B Province University last year?"

the lady serving rice nodded: "Yes, that’s him."

"Is that true?"

Du Zhi Qiang’s eyes lit up: "What do you say, Officer Lian?"

As the saying goes, Du Zhi Qiang had already said so much, and besides, taking a godson didn't seem to have any downsides. So Lian Chi smiled and said, "That would be wonderful. The kids at home have been clamoring for a younger brother; this will fulfill their wish."

Hearing him say this, Du Zhi Qiang laughed heartily and urged immediately, "Good, good, good! Little Du, hurry and kowtow nine times to your godfather."

The boy’s eyes also lit up, and he knelt down immediately: "Greetings, Godfather."

This time, Lian Chi happily accepted.

"Good boy."

He leaned down to pick the boy up, brushing the dust off his knees: "It just so happens that Daddy has finished work. Come, I’ll take you to buy some ice cream."

The boy hugged his neck, rubbing his cheek against Lian Chi’s face: "Okay!"