Qiao Yutong smiled and said, "Thanks for your kindness, but I feel quite good right now."
Zheng Qing immediately put on a straight face and said, "Look at you, why aren't you treating me as an old classmate anymore, getting all formal with me? No matter what job we do, we have to do our best. You're a police officer now, so we have to make some progress, right? If you struggle on your own, I'm afraid you'll still be a junior clerk even after working for many years. But with connections, you might get promoted quickly, and then you can have some ambitions."
"Well... thank you in advance then." Qiao Yutong had to brush it off with a sentence.
"That's more like it, leave it to me. By the way, where do you work?"
"I work at the Qinghe Sub-bureau." Qiao Yutong briefly mentioned.
