Detective Amy Santiago looked at Chuck curiously.

"$5,000 a month."

Facing everyone's gaze, Chuck said the number.

"cut!"

Detective Shenfan immediately let out a cry, relaxed and complained: "I thought rich people could do whatever they wanted, but it turned out that they only gave me this little."

"That's more than what we got."

Detective Amy Santiago taunted, "How could you possibly get that many?"

"...I don't have one, but it's almost the same."

Detective Shenfan said harshly: "But this is the price offered by the rich. Our psychological estimates are different."

"I'm glad you can offer me this job, but I think I'll have to turn it down."

Chandler put away his joking expression and said to Chuck more seriously: "First of all, we are friends, I don't want to become a superior and subordinate, that would be boring. Secondly, I have been doing that job for several years, and now

I'm about to get a promotion and a salary increase, so I'm still a bit reluctant to give up suddenly... As you know, I already have Stockholm Syndrome."

At the end, he started to laugh at himself again.

"Why did you give up your old job?"

Chuck asked.

"Well."

Chandler was stunned: "Didn't you say you would provide me with a job as a detective assistant?"

"That's a part-time job."

Chuck said calmly: "Besides your normal work, you can come here whenever you want. As a detective assistant, you can work part-time on your main job together. After you truly understand what you want, you can then consider whether to give up your main job.

Treat your part-time job as your main job."

"Holy shit!"

Detective Shenfan was dumbfounded: "So your monthly salary of 5,000 yuan is enough to work 8 days a month at most? You can come if you want to come, but you can't come if you don't want to?"

Chuck looked at him and said slowly in a deep voice: "I'm rich."

"..."

Detective Shenfan twitched the corner of his mouth, then turned around, raised his butt, twisted his head, pointed one finger at his face and the other at his buttocks, and said with a smile on his face: "Boss, what do you think of me?"

Not far away, the patrolman responsible for pulling the cord to maintain the blockade looked dumbfounded. A rookie patrolman couldn't help but ask: "Are you handling a case at a crime scene or filming a sitcom?"

"Of course it's a sitcom."

The veteran patrol officer said seriously: "Sometimes we will be used in filming, so if we are invited to make guest appearances, if we have money, it can be regarded as a subsidy."

"real?"

The rookie patrol officer looked at the female corpse not far away with confusion and murmured: "But isn't this prop too real?"

"The prop master can add chicken legs tonight."

The veteran patrolman nodded.

The rookie patrol officer had just debuted and had never dared to look at the bloody corpses before. Now that his seniors told him that this was a sitcom, he suppressed his fear for the time being and moved over to see how this prop was made so real.

Then.

A rookie patrol officer started vomiting.

ps: I didn’t finish coding last night, there was only one chapter at noon, and another chapter will be added in the evening, sorry!
Chapter completed!