The chief handed Zhao Rong a reward of one million yuan. "Young hero, this is rightfully yours. Take it."
Before Zhao Rong could speak, his assistant stepped forward, accepting the suitcase full of money. "Thank you for the reward, Chief," the assistant said. "Our Brother Zhao Rong will surely solve even more major cases and do his best to provide you with more clues in the future."
Seeing the reward accepted, the chief gave Zhao Rong a thumbs-up. "Young hero, keep up the good work." With that, he led his subordinates away, taking the bodies of Wang Tao and Wang Gang for forensic examination.
After the police left, the crowd of onlookers swarmed in, surrounding Zhao Rong so tightly he couldn't move. Many of them eagerly pushed forward with paper and pens.
"Young hero, you're amazing! Please, sign this for me!" one person shouted.
"You might become the next Henry Lee of the Chinese detective world! I have to get your autograph now!" yelled another.
