Stumped for a moment, Dustin pondered for a moment before he understood. "If we do this … we're really going to fall out."
Hearing this reminder, he had been about to follow the order and give up his position out of habit, but now he realized what was going on.
It wasn't a secret to the middle and upper echelons of NYPD that he was Brad's confidant. Most of the old foxes in the Detective Bureau knew it too.
If Brad forcibly transferred him to a worse position, both his opponents and teammates would immediately know that the two of them weren't on good terms.
Forcefully demoting a loyal subordinate like Dustin would definitely ruin his character.
Although a politician's character wasn't worth mentioning, they didn't dare only talk about benefits with their subordinates, because it was impossible for the subordinates' interests to be the same as those of the higher-ups.
When they needed their subordinates to sacrifice their interests, they had to be considerate.
If they weren't considerate, their subordinates wouldn't believe them even if they promised benefits afterwards.
That was because everyone knew that this person only cared about benefits. Once things were over, they would be nothing without benefits.
A relationship between a superior and a subordinate was a bond. It could be many or few, but it couldn't be lost.
A "mountain" that had no trust at all would collapse sooner or later.
If Dustin, who had been loyal for more than ten years, was treated harshly, how could anyone else be confident that Brad wouldn't give up?
If that happened, it would be difficult to lead the team.
But if Dustin applied, that would be a different matter.
Thinking that through, Dustin looked at Luke, who was smiling silently, and suddenly smiled. "That's true. Even if I can't hold this position for long, I'll be transferred at most. It won't be any worse than going to Precinct 66. So be it! "
"Boss, you're generous." Luke gave him a thumbs-up and got up to leave. "Right, don't forget to have lunch. I went out to buy it."
Going out to buy it, and I'll give it to you in passing. That's fine, he added inwardly.
Dustin, however, had no idea that he was being "pitied." He rolled his eyes. "Do you want me to tip you? Five cents isn't enough! "
Luke made a "surrender" gesture before he opened the door and walked out.
Dustin opened the takeout again and threw a piece of barbecued pork into his mouth. His eyes flashing, he mumbled in a low voice, "Hehe, whoever wants my seat has to have a strong ass."
…
Luke took out his phone and sent Jenny a message, asking her to speed up her plans for NYPD.
However, it was different from what Dustin had expected.
He didn't necessarily want Dustin in that position.
It wouldn't be a problem for Dustin to be promoted and become the superior of the Detective Bureau, and then change the director to someone Luke trusted.
Coincidentally, there was a candidate for this position recently.
It wasn't that Dustin was so stupid that he didn't think about it, but that he didn't have a channel to trade with.
After all, he had been following Brad closely and didn't have much of a relationship with the other big shots in the police department.
But if Luke asked Jenny to step in and use this position and other benefits to trade with NYPD or even the big shots in New York, there would be a lot of room for maneuver.
At that time, Dustin's backer was Ginny, the big capitalist.
In the United States, the best thing to use was money.
It would always be the twin of power. Some people would use money to exchange for power, and power would go one step further to obtain more money.
In this way, the top class of the United States was formed.
Jenny was on this road, and Luke was able to hitch a ride with the domineering female CEO and enjoy top-class treatment.
A few peaceful days passed, and it was the middle of May.
The weather in New York gradually cleared up. The sun and hot air made the people in the city feel more cheerful.
In the afternoon, the streets were filled with young men and women in spring clothes. Warm sunlight shone through the gaps in the buildings, illuminating the dark corners.
The young men and women laughed and played in the sunlight, tainting this old and dark city with even more hormones.
Recently, the rapid development of smartphones had provided the best accompaniment for these men and women when they were attacking cities and seizing strongholds.
It could store far more songs than those old-fashioned phones of the past, and the music player was also more powerful.
As long as one bought a portable smart speaker from Titanium Phone Company, it could be combined with most smartphones on the market to form an outdoor stereo.
The interface standards of most smartphones on the market were the same as those of Titanium phones, and Titanium phones were also the fastest to release all kinds of gadgets.
Jenny's early patent exchange work had been very successful. With the help of several powerful allies, she had successfully popularized this standard.
Although this standard didn't generate profits, Titanium Phone Company had become a veritable standard-setter in the industry.
In this regard, it had a deeper foundation than a simple phone assembly company.
Titanium Phone Company's valuation had increased crazily, not because someone was hyping it up, but because the patents and technology in its hands had become more and more valuable in the past few months.
Smartphones had also gone from being purely epochal products to becoming an irresistible trend of the times.
Anyone who wasn't stupid could tell that Titanium Phone Company was bound to get a big piece of the pie.
However, not many young people cared about this.
Most of them only knew that Titanium phones were the number one "trendy" among smartphones.
Titanium Phone Company's products were all the most trendy and cutting-edge.
Even if there were even more advanced and cool handheld communication devices and technologies in this world, such as a certain tycoon's mature virtual imaging, real-time communication was one of them.
But it had nothing to do with these young people, because they couldn't afford it.
It was just like Iron Man's Mark armor, which was in a sense the most trendy and cutting-edge "prosthetic limb," but at a price of hundreds of millions of dollars, it was destined to have nothing to do with most people.
Titanium phones and related gadgets, on the other hand, were "trendy" brands that everyone could get their hands on.
Except for the poorest, it wasn't hard for anyone else to squeeze out three to five hundred dollars.
Of course, not all young people could get their hands on the money immediately.
Also, Luke, this crazy guy, had already made a clear difference in appearance between the standard and high-end versions.
Anyone would be able to tell the difference between the two at a glance. The high-end version looked more fashionable.
Those who didn't have it wanted it, and those who had the standard version wanted the high-end version.
But with the high-end version, there was also the more expensive limited edition, which was definitely more eye-catching than the first two.
That wasn't all. There was also the diamond edition, which was regularly available in small quantities, and the private edition, which required a "noble" status to place an order directly with the company.
The diamond edition could still be bought at a high price. At most, it was just a matter of waiting in line for a little longer.
But the custom-made version was different.
The first people to get this edition were Sheerah and Jennifer Perry. They were also the first two superstars to promote the Titanium phones.
Back then, Luke had only mentioned this scam a few times, but Jenny had understood it right away.
This kind of packaging and marketing method had long been common in Europe and the United States. Expensive sports cars, jewelry, and fashion were all the same.
It was just that she hadn't thought about it at first.
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