"What kind of job is it? Yesterday, I overheard that officer with the last name Wei mention something about... you taking some sort of exam?"
Upon hearing the name Wei Zheng, Fang Cheng knew the other party, to bridge the gap, had more or less disclosed some information to his mother.
No wonder on the drive home yesterday, his mother and grandfather seemed a bit off, speaking and acting with extra caution, afraid that any word might touch a nerve.
It wasn’t until today, when the atmosphere at home had eased, that his mother finally found an opportunity to test the waters.
Fang Cheng understood and didn’t completely hide it. He nodded in line with his mother’s words.
He hung the dried clothes on the bamboo pole, carefully choosing his words:
"It’s a special position related to the police system, within a government department, with a strong emphasis on secrecy, requiring internal exams and selection. They didn’t specify exactly what it entails, just asked me to consider it first."
"Government department?"
Li Zhenhua, having just washed his hands, raised his voice a bit upon hearing this:
"Well, that’s wonderful, working for the state is stable and respectable, much better than those lawyer or lecturer jobs you’re doing."
"Ah Cheng, you must seize this opportunity!"
The old man shook the water off his hands and walked over briskly, growing more excited as he spoke, as if he could already envision his grandson in uniform.
Li Biyun suddenly coughed heavily twice from the side, interrupting her father’s enthusiastic talk.
While pretending to adjust her collar, she glanced at Li Zhenhua out of the corner of her eye and said casually:
"Dad, don’t get too excited just yet."
Li Zhenhua, caught in the middle of his excitement, was suddenly interrupted by his daughter, leaving his words choked in his throat, and his expression instantly froze.
He made a sound, as if someone hit the pause button, and his excitement visibly faded away.
He naturally understood the implication behind his daughter’s words.
Indeed, a government department, a civil servant...
It sounds glorious, but the hurdle of "background checks" looms like a mountain in front of their door, impossible to bypass.
The courtyard fell silent, with only the sun-dried clothes gently swaying in the breeze.
Li Zhenhua rubbed his hands and awkwardly chuckled twice, finding himself a way out:
"I’m just... happy for Ah Cheng. Besides, we just need to do our best..."
He looked up at Fang Cheng, with a hint of expectation in his eyes, lowered his voice as if uncovering a secret:
"Ah Cheng, that Mr. Shi we met yesterday, he seemed quite influential and spoke politely; he’s probably a big leader, right?"
"Do you think... he might have a way to help you with that... um, particular matter?"
Gazing at his grandfather’s cautious yet somewhat sly eyes, and his mother’s complex look of wanting to ask but daring not to, a mix of hope and worry.
Fang Cheng’s heart was gently nudged by something.
His future has always been the most tender and sensitive spot in their hearts.
Fang Cheng immediately put on a radiant smile, draped an arm over his mother’s shoulder, and winked at his grandfather, speaking in a relaxed tone:
"Mom, Grandpa, don’t worry unnecessarily. It’s all still uncertain. He just casually mentioned it, and whether I go or not depends on my own willingness."
"Rest assured, someone as talented as me will never go hungry!"
Fang Cheng knew well.
Some matters and secrets are indeed not suitable to explain to the family now.
The reason Shi Chengyi personally stepped forward, lowering his stance as the former head of the Special Search Team, treating him with courtesy, and even willing to use the shocking secret of his father’s case as leverage.
Ultimately, it was because of the "value" he demonstrated.
It was the performance that triggered heavenly phenomena in the Ma Family Water Prison, it was that extraordinary martial arts talent, and that Martial Arts Will that even moved Shi Chengyi.
It all stemmed from Fang Cheng’s own strength.
If time rolled back half a year, and they met then, that Elder Shi would at most consider him merely a physically fit young lad.
Perhaps he’d take an extra look due to Ma Jianguo’s connections, but that would be it.
He would never see him as the "hope for martial arts revival," nor would he have extended such a serious invitation.
Without strength, he would still be the one struggling at society’s bottom, unable to pass graduate school background checks due to his father’s "criminal case," an ordinary civilian.
Perhaps, as he told Shi Chengyi, he’d end up finding an ordinary job, living a mundane life day by day.
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng’s lips curved into a tiny, barely noticeable smile.
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That was nothing but the most convenient and reasonable excuse in front of Shi Chengyi.
Every day, he gets up at four in the morning, training persistently rain or shine.
Each time, wearing a mask, challenging powerful opponents one after another, fighting those monsters.
Everything was done to continuously "grind experience," to become stronger.
For one day to stand atop the true pinnacle of this world, to witness those magnificent sceneries ordinary people can’t imagine in a lifetime.
How could he possibly be content with mediocrity, being forever buried quietly in the sea of humanity?
However, right now, his strength was far from strong enough.
Many things were still not fully in his control.
That’s why he needed to bide his time, to be patient, to dedicate all his time and energy to the most important task: improving his strength.