Chapter 4: Opportunities Are Reserved for Those Who Are Prepared

"Good morning, old Bharat," Rohan called out to a man in his fifties.

Bharat Dalvi, he's a sheriff and is going to retire in a few years.

If Rohan had no ambition and just kept working like this, the best he could do would be to work until the sheriff retired, and maybe not even that.

Bharat is a good guy in the police station and has rich experience in solving cases, so the chief and other senior officials are willing to hand over some difficult matters to him. To the police officers below, Bharat does not put on airs as a sheriff.

Of course, Bharat still looked at Rohan differently.

That's because he knew that Rohan was studying hard. For example, he attended an open university and obtained a degree, and he also wanted to take the national exam.

In Bharat's opinion, Rohan is an ambitious young man, which is very rare.

You have to know that these police officers in the police station are basically content with the status quo. To put it bluntly, they are just muddling through their days and have never thought about moving up.

So Bharat usually takes good care of Rohan, and the relationship between the two is naturally good.

"What are they talking about?" Rohan saw many police officers talking and laughing in groups.

"They are just trying to show off in secret how many gifts they gave to the director in various ways," Bharat said disdainfully. "These guys don't want to work hard, but want to get promoted through crooked means. Oh, by the way, kid, you should also prepare for this promotion. Although your chances are slim, the director still thinks highly of you, so I think there is still a chance. You should also show some appreciation to the director."

"Old Bharat, you just said that they were doing evil things?" Rohan was speechless.

He wants to give something now, but he can't—his pockets are empty, he has no money.

In addition to making achievements, Rohan felt that he had to find a way to make some money. Without money, many things could not be done.

Not to mention getting things done, he doesn't want to stay in the slums anymore. He can only move out of the slums when he has money.

"There's nothing we can do. This is the current atmosphere. Even if the director thinks highly of you, you can't just sit there and do nothing. Look, the competition is fierce," Bharat sighed. "If I wasn't so stubborn when I was young, and if I had worked more with the leaders, I might have been promoted to a higher level."

From the chief of police to assistant deputy inspector, it is a huge chasm.

Because an assistant deputy inspector is the lowest level of management in the police station, and his status is completely different from that of a police officer. After all, the chief inspector is still at the police officer level.

"But you don't have to be discouraged, Rohan. Even if you can't be promoted this time, I believe you will be able to pass the exam. By then—" At this point, Bharat's eyes lit up and he said, "By then you will be at the level of inspector, and maybe even a director in the future. It would be such an honor for me, Bharat, to have a friend who is a director."

"Chief!" Suddenly, a police officer shouted.

Rohan quickly turned his head and looked towards the gate, only to see Spanda Police Chief Yadav Agarwal coming out.

"Chief, why are you here so early today?" The police officers, including Rohan, saluted hurriedly, then whispered to Bharat.

"Yeah, it's quite unexpected, isn't it?" Bharat smiled and said, "It must be something big."

Rohan shook his head slightly in agreement.

In India, shaking one's head to indicate approval and nodding to indicate disapproval was common.

Of course, there are many ways to shake your head, and the specific meanings depend on the occasion and the amplitude of the shake, but shaking your head basically means agreement.

Rohan quickly thought about why Chief Yadav had arrived early. It indicated that something important was going to happen, but when he searched his memory, it seemed that nothing major or serious had happened in Spanda Police Station's jurisdiction today or in the next few days.

"Is Singh here?" asked Yadav.

"Chief, the deputy chief hasn't arrived yet." A sheriff responded immediately.

Not to mention Deputy Director Geet Singh, none of the other inspectors arrived at nine o'clock. As leaders, they had the privilege of arriving late.

Yadav shook his head slightly, then looked at Rohan and said, "Rohan, I need you to translate, come with me."

"Yes, Chief!" Rohan responded immediately.

Amid the envious and jealous gazes of the crowd, Rohan followed Yadav, who turned and walked out.

For these police officers, the fact that Rohan could speak English was indeed enviable, especially since the chief often asked him to handle some English-related matters, keeping him in the leader's good books.

Unfortunately, not everyone was qualified for such a role—because they didn't speak English.