Helen Fletcher's meaning, Dirk Carter understood.

To investigate this case, more professional authority is needed.

Since it involves smuggling, it should be investigated by the specialized smuggling department, and it must be a higher-level department.

Her idea was the Ardmore City Customs.

The reason for not letting Dirk Carter continue the investigation now is to ensure that the core group of those benefitting have not noticed Dirk yet. Once the investigation continues, those people would become wary of Dirk, making it almost impossible for him to get into customs.

"Secretary Fletcher, I understand your point, but how do I get into customs?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Helen Fletcher said, "At the end of this month, the State Political School will start a training class for section-level cadres. Our county has one slot, and I plan to give it to you. Before you graduate from the Political School, we'll find a way to see if there's any path into customs."

Cadre training class?

Such a spot is indeed highly sought after across the province.

Cadres entering such training classes are generally seeking advancement and credentials. Kenton County only has one slot, and many people are vying for it. If Dirk truly secures this slot, it would be a significant opportunity for him.

"What about Director Winters?"

Dirk asked.

Helen Fletcher said, "Everyone stays still, only you move. As I just said, this group is very shrewd. They can detect subtleties with the slightest movement. After you enter customs, you will definitely need police assistance. At that time, the resources of Kenton County will be your unique asset."

"Alright, Secretary Fletcher, I'll follow your lead."

Dirk nodded and said.

A few days later.

The news of Templeton Quill's death was reported.

The deputy director of the Public Security Bureau and the captain of the criminal police team were supposed to take full responsibility, but since Maeve Winters was also injured, merits and demerits canceled each other, and no further action was taken.

The matter was lightly handled, and only Director Troy Kane received a warning.

This managed to pass over the issue.

A few more days passed.

Maeve Winters, who had been "comatose" in the hospital for a week, regained consciousness.

Late May.

After discussions, the County Committee decided to award the slot for this State Political School's section-level cadre training class to Dirk Carter and reported to the State Political School on the same day.

Everything seemed orderly and uneventful.

Actually, only Dirk and a few others knew that the underlying tension and surging currents always existed.

End of May.

Two pieces of good news arrived.

The first good news, The Tonight Club opened branches in all counties of Ardmore City, and branches in other parts of the province entered the planning stage.

The second good news, Dirk Carter received the notification from the State Political School that he could officially enroll on May 30th.

Securing this training opportunity also laid a solid foundation for Dirk's future career path.

Saturday, May 28th.

Early in the morning, Dirk Carter got ready.

He boarded the train headed for Ronan City, the provincial capital.

The reason for leaving two days early.

Is because tomorrow, which is Sunday, May 29th, Corrine Quance will have a concert at the Olympic Sports Center in Ronan City. Several other contracted artists from Lanfar Media will also perform.

It's important to know Dirk is the behind-the-scenes owner of Lanfar Media.

The company has developed to this day, and he knows virtually nothing about it.

There are many trains from Kenton County to Ronan City, but there are also many passengers.

Dirk found his seat and sat down, preparing to take a nap for the more than hour-long journey. Just as he closed his eyes, he heard an elderly voice say, "How can you be like this? You should let me in."

"Whether you get in or not, what does it have to do with me?"

A man's rough voice replied.

Opening his eyes.

Dirk saw an elderly man standing in the aisle of the train, looking somewhat aggrieved.

The elderly man seemed to be in his seventies.

His hair was mixed gray and white, slim and small, and his clothes were quite ordinary, with even some mud spots on his clothes and pants.

Sitting in front of him was a middle-aged man, wearing a neatly pressed Polo shirt and glasses, appearing to be a socially prominent person.

The elderly man's seat was by the window.

While the middle-aged man's seat was next to the aisle.

Anyone who's been on a train knows this.

When the small table is down, the person in the window seat can't get in.

And at this moment, the small table in front of the middle-aged man was down, and the elderly man wanted to get in but was blocked by the middle-aged man.

"Why are you so unreasonable? My seat is in there. If you don't fold the small table, how can I get in?"

The elderly man calmly said.

The middle-aged man glanced at him.

With arms crossed, he said coldly, "How you get in has nothing to do with me; I'm not occupying someone else's seat."

"If you fold the small table, I can get in."

The elderly man still calmly said.

The middle-aged man leaned back in his chair.

Squinting at the elderly man, his eyes full of disdain, he said, "Figure out how to get in yourself; you can fly over, jump over, I don't care."

"If you don't want to fold the table, could you please stand up for a moment?"

The elderly man said.

The middle-aged person said disdainfully, "What's your status? Your rank? Asking me to stand up; do you deserve it? This shirt alone could buy your life, and if you get me dirty sitting next to me, can you afford it?"

At that point, the words became quite unpleasant.

The middle-aged man's "unreasonable troublemaking" now had a reason.

It turned out that he disdained the elderly man for having no status, no position, and also looked down on him for being dirty, deliberately not letting him sit beside him.

At this time, the attendant called the conductor.

After the conductor failed to communicate, they also called the train police.

Even so, the middle-aged man was indifferent, with an attitude of ignoring everything, doing his own business while others talked, as if nothing mattered to him.

The other people in the carriage, although they had a lot to say about the middle-aged man's behavior.

But no one came forward to speak up.

After all, in their view, this middle-aged man's attire was representative of someone with high social status.

"Elderly gentleman, how about we swap seats?"

Dirk suddenly stood up and spoke to the elderly man.

The elderly man was stunned, a bit confused.

Dirk then asked the conductor, "If we voluntarily swap seats, it's okay, right?"

The conductor couldn't figure out what Dirk was trying to do, nodded, and said, "If you both agree, we won't interfere."

"Good."

Dirk nodded, took his backpack down, and placed it on the luggage rack above the elderly man's window seat.

Then he helped the elderly man sit in his seat.

The elderly man wanted to say something, but Dirk interrupted, saying, "It's okay, sir, that seat is mine now; it has nothing to do with you anymore."

Then.

Dirk walked to the middle-aged man.

He said, "Sir, could you please move aside, I need to get in."

The seat swapping naturally did not escape the middle-aged man's notice. He glanced at Dirk with cold eyes and said, "Tch, putting on an act of righteousness? I won't let you through, what can you do about it?"

"That spot is my seat now, let me through!"

Dirk repeated.

Perhaps aggravated by Dirk's actions.

The middle-aged man not only didn't budge, but his attitude grew firmer, and he spoke rudely, "I said, I won't let you through, fly over me if you can."

"Are you sure you won't let me through?"

Dirk asked.

The middle-aged man said disdainfully, "Beat me to death, and I still won't let you through!"

"Oh, if that's the case..."

When Dirk finished speaking.

A hand lightly fell on the man's shoulder.

In that instant.

The middle-aged man's expression changed.

The initial arrogance turned to shock, then to terror.

His face, once flushed from arguing, slowly lost all color, and his lips began to tremble inexplicably...

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