In November 1996, Wang Ai encountered an old lady from the eastern mountainous area and the Heifei gang on his way to school. As a result, a vigorous and concentrated crackdown took place, which led to the destruction of the city's bus theft and robbery gangs. Rumors on the road: Heifei.
A group of ignorant people stole the nephew of the public security director and beat up his bodyguard. The public security bureau had no way of telling the difference and kept silent. Then all the monsters in the city began to avoid the Southern Ring Road like snakes and scorpions.
In December, the Municipal Bureau held a public review meeting and received continuous praise from all walks of life.
One day in the new year, the head of the municipal bureau was reading documents in the room. Suddenly the secretary reported that a man named Wang Bin came specially to express his gratitude and asked if he could see the director.
While the director nodded, he was a little confused. It has been two months, why did he come here? Why did he come all the way to see me?
The director was standing waiting in the office. After a while, Wang Bin came over with a torn leather bag under his arm. The two shook hands and exchanged a few words. The director saw that this "Director Wang" was wearing a half-new Chinese tunic suit, and he looked nothing like him.
You came here to express gratitude, but more like you came here to ask for help. At least you thanked the police officers. Where is the banner?
Unexpectedly, Wang Bin stood directly in front of the director's desk, opened his wallet, and took out bundles of RMB from it. He took out five bundles in total, and kept saying: The factory is now in a critical period of expansion, and we really can't spare any more.
It's too much money, please forgive me. When the situation in the factory eases in the future, you will definitely support the work of our police officers.
The director recovered from his daze and quickly stood up to shake hands and express his gratitude. Before he could say anything else, Wang Bin took out four more keys from his trouser pocket: "Boss, our factory's funds are too tight and we can't afford the good ones.
So I bought four minivans for the public security officers to travel with, so don’t dislike them."
The chief turned to look out the window and saw four blue and white micro-discs parked neatly downstairs. Several police officers passing by were pointing at them.
To be honest, there is still a shortage of police vehicles for office use these days, especially with the advent of the economic winter in Northeast China. In addition to the police officers' salaries allocated by the financial allocation, which can be paid at 70%, the remaining police officers are generally paid at 50%.
Cars are in short supply and cannot be afforded. Even if the traffic police want to confiscate them, they will not be able to drive them. The Mercedes-Benz and BMW are in violation of the regulations, and the relationship between them is very bad. The tractor handrail is in violation of the regulations, and they cannot be driven out even if they are confiscated. The other mid-range cars are either owned by government agencies.
They are either from foreign companies, or a few personal ones, and they are all affiliated to state-owned enterprises. Therefore, there is not even a single office vehicle in a police station. When they go out to handle cases, everyone from the director and instructor to ordinary policemen and joint defense team members all praise them for their hard work.
Forever, when I arrived at the scene of the case, I was sweating and disheveled, and I looked like a detective team. In other words, the police station in the suburbs mixed it up with a 212 Jeep that often lost parts, or was simply a massage car.
The director shook Wang Bin's hand vigorously. Judging from his clothes, he was not from a particularly wealthy company, nor was he the kind of flamboyant person. Originally, the bureau's operation to combat theft was dictated by the situation.
Wang Ai was just intensified. After the work was completed, the city bureau received praise from all aspects and the trip was well worth it. He didn't even think about others coming to thank him. As a result, when people came, they were practical and economical, and they didn't do anything vain.
Media interviews, banner ceremonies, etc., just pay directly when they come and throw away the cash!
The director proposed a donation ceremony, but Wang Bin refused. Registration should be done, signatures should be signed, your Public Security Bureau can say whatever they want to the outside world, as long as we don’t mention our names, we don’t want anything at all. Besides, this little money
, I really can’t get rid of this thing, let’s wait for it later.
After finishing the work, Wang Bin left with the director seeing him off, and never went there again. However, the director did not forget this. There were four minivans, one for the bureau, one for the Baita Branch, and one for the Qingnian Street Police Station.
One car was kept, and the remaining one was sent to the police station where the unrelated paper mill was located. The director of the station was quite puzzled until the Spring Festival passed, and the "Love Paper Mill" under its jurisdiction suddenly had an additional "Love Paper Mill" issued by the Municipal Bureau.
I didn't think about it until I saw the sign "Police and Citizens Jointly Build a Unit". After further inquiries, I found that the director's instructor came to visit the next day.
The two parties talked and decided to further cooperate. First, they upgraded the paper mill guard to a "police room" and sent a veteran policeman who was a worker to be a patrol officer all year round. They organized the veterans in the factory to form the Aidi Paper Mill Joint Defense Team.
Responsible for both daily factory security and surrounding security, under the leadership of the police station, it has become a major basic security force in the vicinity.
In January 1997, the number of workers in the factory exceeded 800, and more than 200 rural demobilized soldiers were recruited from the Armed Forces Ministry. The Armed Forces Club was grinning from ear to ear. Not only the rural soldiers who retired last year
They all have jobs, and they have begun to absorb the demobilized soldiers from the rural areas of the previous year. The military divisions have praised them several times for this, and the honor of "Excellent Armed Forces" has not been lost.
At the same time, the paper factory also promised to support the police station toilet paper all year round. It is not a lot of money, but at least it will not have to spend money in the future. For the police station, which has been struggling to operate by confiscating fines from gambling, gambling and prostitution, it will save hundreds of thousands of dollars a year.
It's also good. Besides, it was said to be used at the police station, so the police didn't say no to taking it home, so they treated it as welfare for everyone.
By the time all these things were done, it was almost the New Year. Wang Ai thought that in the depth of winter, there would be nothing to see in the mountain village, so he sent Li Lin to make another trip and delivered some cotton-padded clothes and quilts, planning to start spring.
Go again.
On a weekend in late April, the three members of the Wang family still drove the broken Jinbei Bread, and along with Li Lin and three other guards, they arrived at the mountain village where the old lady was. The car parked outside the village, and several people got out of the car and walked towards the village.
Spring has just begun, and it is still very cold in the mountains. There is green on the hillside, but it is still very light and shallow. The mountain wind is blowing, and it is still quite cold.
Ai Xiaoqing hugged Wang Ai and tightened his clothes.
The children in the mountains were very curious. They all wore tattered cotton-padded jackets and walked around the van, winking hard and making faces in the rearview mirror. They were pushed and squeezed. Many people in the mountains came out of the courtyard after hearing the news and stood there.
I looked at their group of people curiously on the roadside.
Wang Bin's clothes are called old-fashioned in the city, but they are called trendy here. Wang Ai saw with his own eyes that the houses on the roadside were also painted with the words "grasp the revolution and promote production", "fight against private interests and approve repairs", and "one is not afraid of hardship, the other is
What about the old slogans like “Don’t be afraid of death”? I don’t know if I am afraid of death, but suffering is probably already scary.
The village chief heard that several "impressive" outsiders had come to the village, and he hurried over from his home. He looked at the group of people who were confused. The first three were obviously a family of three, and the next three men looked like they had been when the leader came down.
The security guard stretched his neck to look at the van not far away. Even the village chief could see that it was old.
So when I came up to say hello, I asked tentatively: "Comrades, what are you doing in this village?"
Wang Bin shook hands with the village chief: "Hello, village chief, I am a middle-level cadre of a company. I am going to the eastern mountainous area for inspection. I passed by here today and came in to take a look."
The village chief's eyes lit up: Is this to alleviate poverty?
As a result, Wang Bin explained: He was not here to help the poor, but to see what there was to buy.
The face of the wrinkled village chief, who was in his forties, suddenly fell. He pointed here and there as he led the way forward: "What do we have to sell here? In addition to the mountains full of stones, the village is full of people.
Yes, I guess you don’t care about selling stones, but the country won’t let you sell people, alas!”
"It's not impossible to sell people." Wang Ai interrupted with a smile.
"What?" The village chief subconsciously stared. Did he encounter a human trafficker? When did the human traffickers outside the mountains become so bold? We are a mountain village. In order to prevent wild animals from harming people, we have five consecutive rounds!
Ai Xiaoqing quickly fooled Wang Ai and explained with a smile: "Village chief, this kid of mine knows nonsense, don't be angry."
The village chief took a few steps back and stared at several people warily, asking for a clear explanation. If you are really a human trafficker, we will fucking stew you! The money you get from giving it to the government can be used to pay the school fees for the children in the village.
Wang Ai smiled and shook his head, stepped forward and said: "Uncle village chief, have you ever heard of labor export? I see that there is not much land in the village, and there is a lot of suitable-age labor force. Now there are recruitments everywhere in Guangdong and Zhejiang provinces.
We can work together in a private enterprise. The monthly salary is at least three to four hundred yuan, which is much better than digging land in the village. It is not easy for everyone to go out and be bullied. If Guangdong is far away, there are many such enterprises in Dalian.
ah."
This chapter has been completed!