The next morning, Monday, Ye Fan arrived at the county police station on time.
At the Monday morning meeting, Ye Fan was led into the conference room by Tang Xianlong and took the seat that used to belong to Zhang Zhiyuan.
When the senior and middle management of the county police station entered the conference room and saw a tall figure sitting in Zhang Zhiyuan's seat, they all took a few more glances and started whispering to each other.
"He's so young, he must be here for a golden opportunity from higher up."
"Old Yang, you're wrong this time. I heard he comes from an ordinary background; he's an ex-military officer who seemed to have received not too many military honors and had already become a Major before he transferred. He has no connections."
"Ah, the position of head of the public security squadron is so crucial, why would they assign it to a young lad who doesn't know anything? And he's an ex-military at that."
