"Come on, let's all raise a toast to Jiang Yuan. Although there's no liquor in our cups, our admiration for Comrade Jiang Yuan remains unchanged. By the way, after this meal, I'll treat Doctor Jiang to a drink privately, using my own wine, and I'll call a designated driver..."
Yu Wenshu stood in the center of the cafeteria, his cup raised high, brimming with emotion.
His mood was genuinely good. While Jiang Yuan's services might have seemed expensive, the bill was picked up by the city bureau, not by his own Criminal Police Detachment.
And in terms of gains, solving a series of murder cold cases couldn't be simply measured by the number and difficulty of the cases. Yu Wenshu felt like a door had opened before him, a door that led to endless possibilities.
The praise from superiors, coverage from journalists, recognition from the ministry, and admiration from colleagues seemed within easy reach for Yu Wenshu.