My name is Li Wei, the light of the Chinese Department of A University, a former SWAT team member, and currently working as an in-house staff at the Zhonghua Road Police Station.
In my left hand, there are case files stacked taller than a person, waiting for me to sort and file them.
On my right hand is a proposal report on "Research on Narrative Strategies in Grassroots Police Communication", waiting for me to edit, no, create.
Until my "excellent literary talent" police dispatch was circulated throughout the department and became a negative teaching material.
The old director slapped the table and yelled at me: "What I want is a record, not a fucking novel!"
I lowered my head silently and solemnly wrote in the "Research Significance" column of the report:
The first step is to teach my immediate boss how to speak human language.
Concept: the fierce collision between literary ideals and grassroots reality