In the early morning, the curtains swayed slightly, and a light breeze blew in. Chen Zhao closed his eyes and gently scratched both sides, wanting to experience the "I'm talking about being crazy as a teenager", but unfortunately he didn't catch it.

He was startled slightly and opened his eyes, only to see that the familiar environment had changed.

Well, this is not...

Yes, this is his house in the capital in the real world.

He was startled, and stood up with a strong feeling of discomfort. Then an electric current slowly flowed through his body, and his brain gradually entered a dreamy state.

When he came to his senses again, his career as a policeman in Xiangjiang was slowly pressed deep into his heart, and the memory of real life became clear again. He got up and put on his clothes, walked to the balcony of the bedroom with a glass of water, sat on a wicker chair and admired

Night view of Beijing.

Looking down at the night market from a high-rise building, you can see tall buildings in the distance, and roads as bright as ribbons. The continuous traffic on the road brings life to the quiet ambition.

Chen Zhao took a sip of water, looked up and saw a rare bright moon hanging in the dark blue night sky, white and clean, like a big disk.

Not only that, there are countless stars embedded in the sky like gems, shining brightly.

He had been in the capital for a long time and had rarely seen such a clean night. He couldn't help but feel happy and drank the water. Then he went to the bar in the living room and opened a bottle of red wine. When the glass was half full, he returned to the bedroom.

On the balcony, facing the bright moon in the sky, I planned to be arty, recite a poem about the bright moon, and then have a sip of red wine.

He held the wine glass, thought for a long time, and smacked his lips, but he couldn't think of a poem.

Am I not a person with super understanding, super physique, and peerless internal strength?

I have read so many books, why can’t I remember a poem about the bright moon?

Hey, it’s also my fault that I only read books on science and technology, engineering, and finance, and I know nothing about Chinese studies, so much so that I can’t even be arty.

Thinking of this, Chen Zhao felt slightly depressed and drained the red wine in his glass. At the same time, he lost interest in admiring the moon and prepared to go back to bed.

At this moment, the system's mechanical sound sounded:

"You have successfully changed the life trajectory of more than a hundred Xiangjiang police officers and become the Commissioner of Police. You have completed this task and obtained 30 merit points. You are eligible for system upgrade. Will the host upgrade? During the system upgrade period

, task issuance is suspended, the upgrade completion time is unknown..."

If the system is upgraded, can I stay in real life for a long time and enjoy life?

What if you don’t agree?

It's useless to disagree, because the system doesn't have this option at all.

In this case, Chen Zhao chose not to upgrade.

…

After waking up and having breakfast, Chen Zhao took out the annual card he had obtained from the Beijing Library and planned to study hard.

If you read more books on Chinese studies, you will no longer be interested in any arty things.

"Azhao, wait a moment."

His father stopped him.

"Oh? Dad, are you okay?" Chen Zhao was slightly confused.

During this time in the capital, my father lived a very carefree life. He would get up every day and go to a nearby park to exercise. After breakfast, he would go out with his boss and accompany the old lady for a walk. He did not have to worry about food and drink, nor did he have to worry about the family all day long.

The matter of Chen Guzi and Mazi is unprecedentedly relaxing.

"Tomorrow is the weekend. Your Uncle Dezhi has two days off. He plans to come to the capital to see how his niece is doing. I'll ask him to come and sit down. Then don't go out." Father said.

"Is Uncle Dezhi coming alone, or is his whole family coming?" Chen Zhao asked casually.

"He came to the capital alone. Since he came to see his niece, of course he brought her with him. His niece is from our neighboring village and is currently studying correspondence courses at a key university in the capital. You young people are all in the capital, so we have her to take care of her.

" said the father.

"Oh, I understand. Then I'll hire a Western chef tomorrow, and let's eat Western food. Western food looks foreign." Chen Zhao smiled.

My father's good friend brought his niece to visit him, and his intention was self-explanatory.

Isn't it just a blind date?

It seems that the elders are eager to have grandchildren again.

It’s just this blind date!

Haha, of course Chen Zhao would not tell his father that Yang Wenjing was actually his bedmate.

If he dared to say that, where would the faces of the two elders be?

Anyway, it's a small scene, so it's not difficult to handle.

"Western food? How to eat it? Let's make a banquet." My father was conservative and instinctively expressed his opposition.

"It's okay. It's just a knife in one hand and a fork in the other. They are all put into the mouth to eat. It's just a fresh look."

Chen Zhao waved his hand and continued: "As I said before, I won't be back at noon, so you can cook something delicious."

"Okay." Father nodded.

Chen Zhao left home and went to the capital library to read.

The day passed by, and at night, Chen Zhao took the three elderly people to a nearby high-end clothing store and bought some suitable clothes for everyone in the family.

Chen Zhao has been a constitutional committee-level manager in Xiangjiang for many years. Sir, among other things, his taste in life, whether it is clothing or furniture, is first-class.

Therefore, every piece of clothing he picked was of extremely reasonable tailoring, exquisite workmanship, and extremely expensive fabrics. Watching Chen Zhao swiping his card without blinking and missing a few zeros before the decimal point, the staff's eyes were filled with tears.

Peach blossom.

The next morning, after Chen Zhao arranged for a Western chef, he drove to pick up the people.

"Uncle Dezhi, I'm here to pick you up." Chen Zhao got out of the car and said with a smile.

"We're going to be guests at your home. We just need to take the bus ourselves, and you come to pick us up." Uncle Dezhi said politely.

"That's right. We are all out and about. It's good to save a few steps. Let's get in the car." After Chen Zhao finished speaking, he glanced at Yang Wenjing behind Uncle Dezhi and nodded.

After all, on the surface, the two of them have met and are considered acquaintances.

Yang Wenjing was dressed casually, her face was as white as jade, and she looked very energetic. She smiled at Chen Zhao and said, "Brother A Zhao."

Chen Zhao smiled and said: "Get in the car."

As he said that, he opened the car door for her.

Uncle Dezhi was secretly happy when he saw this scene.

I have to say that Uncle Dezhi did have the idea of ​​​​helping his niece Yang Wenjing go on a blind date when he went to the city.

Yang Wenjing originally came to the capital to work with Uncle Dezhi, but after only working for a few months, the little girl left the factory and went to the city to find a job.

Uncle Dezhi immediately informed Yang Wenjing's parents.

However, good news soon came to Yang Wenjing. She found a good job. Although the salary was not high, the work was not too busy. She also seized the opportunity to enroll in a correspondence major at a key university in Beijing.

My parents didn't believe it at first.

You are an eighteen-year-old girl who is quite pretty. How come you are so lucky that you can find a good job and apply for correspondence courses as soon as you enter the city?
Chapter completed!