Han Shijie's decision was undoubtedly very correct. Within half an hour, three or four police motorcycles with hangers rushed over. There were policemen in the city bureau on it.
After the motorcycle stopped, the leader walked directly to the newspaper column and looked at it. He found that nothing was wrong. He couldn't help but feel very strange, so he walked towards the duty room.
Han Shijie, who was in the duty room, had already seen the policemen of the municipal bureau, and the leader knew him. He went straight to meet him and asked with a smile, "Captain Wang, why did you remember this place?"
The policeman who led the team was Wang Hu, the deputy captain of the patrol team in the municipal bureau. He was a little confused. Why did someone report that someone was making trouble at the Plain Factory? He posted insulting big-character posters at the factory gate, but after he arrived with his people, he found nothing. When he saw Han Shijie coming over, he asked curiously, "Old Han, are you okay here?"
"What else can I do in the factory, the size of a palm?" Han Shijie said with a chuckling.
"Damn! It's so unlucky. It was noon. Someone called the police and told us that something was wrong here, so we were just going there for nothing!" Wang Hu cursed in annoyance.
"Is that right? I don't know which grandson is so unethical that even the people's police dares to fool him. I really don't know how the word "death" is written." Han Shijie said with a chuckling, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and dispersed it for Wang Hu and others.
Wang Hu smoked two cigarettes, sat in the duty room for a few minutes, then got up to say goodbye. Han Shijie hurriedly tried to keep him, "What's the hurry? Everyone finally came out, but it's because of business. Let's go to the cafeteria together later. You see, it's past mealtime, how can you just go back like this?"
Wang Hu waved his hand quickly and said, "No, no, what's the matter? I didn't say it if I was fooled, and I was still having a meal here before leaving. It was embarrassing to say it out. Those who didn't know thought we couldn't find a place to have lunch, so they came to you here on purpose to make trouble!"
"How could this happen--" Han Shijie grabbed Wang Hu without saying a word. When he turned around, he winked. Several other colleagues from the security department immediately surrounded him and dragged or dragged a dozen policemen to the cafeteria.
Although Wang Hu and others refused, they could not resist Han Shijie and others' enthusiastic invitation. Based on the principle of strengthening cooperation between police and the public and deepening the relationship between police and the public, they finally broke the example and stayed in the employee canteen of the plain factory.
Han Shijie said that he wanted it but the director of the Security Department. There was a certain limit on the reception fee. He just filed the bill and settled the matter. When everyone opened a small kitchen, ordered a few bottles of wine, fried more than ten dishes, and gathered together to talk about the cooperation between the police and the public, someone suddenly ran in outside and said that something was going on at the factory gate again.
"I'm an evil person today!" Han Shijie and Wang Hu just tasted something when they met someone who reported the death, so they naturally felt so awkward.
Think about it, the things they did were basically different, but the situation in the plain factory was special. The police would not come for ordinary things, and the security department handled them themselves. Only things outside the scope of the security department's authority would be handed over to the police to clean up. Therefore, although the two of them also dealt with each other, they did not have many opportunities to meet. Today, they finally met at mealtime, so they naturally had to have two drinks. Who knew that someone would not give face!
"What's the matter? You can't handle it?" Han Shijie questioned his subordinates a little dissatisfied.
"Director, this matter is really impossible! You should go and have a look--" the subordinate of the news agency replied with a sad face.
Han Shijie couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. His subordinates were not at all responsible. It was really embarrassing to the police. So he slapped the table and shouted, "Old Chen, it's not that I said you, you have been working as a guard for more than ten years, why haven't you made any progress? Why didn't you make any progress? Just put him in the guard room first, let him calm down for a while, and wait for us to have supper before going to see what happened!"
The old Chen smiled bitterly and replied, "Director, if it's so simple, I'll ask you? You'll better go back and take a look. This matter is really a bit evil!"
At this time, it was almost time to go to work, and there were many employees walking or riding bicycles on the road to the factory gate.
Han Shijie had just eaten half full, and he squeezed two buns in his hand and walked over to the factory gate. He saw his men on duty pointing and not knowing what they were saying. There were also many employees gathering nearby, staggering around the factory gate and talking.
"What's the matter? Why are you all here doing?! I wonder if you should go to work soon? You are blocking the door, how can you let others come in--" Han Shijie broke up and pushed away the crowded crowd, crawled in, and shouted loudly.
Han Shijie was still a little bit arrogant in the factory. When the idle people saw him coming to bluff, they made way for a while. He went in and saw a child surrounded the middle.
"You-you-" Han Shijie was speechless when he saw it.
The child was not someone else, but naturally Fan Wubing. He saw him laying a white cloth list on the ground, with many regular characters written on it, which was nothing more than how Wang Dafu framed his father Fan Heng. In his hand, he was tightly holding a cloth banner, with four big words written on it bloodily, "Give me back my father."
Han Shijie knew a little about the deputy factory director Wang Dafu framed Fan Heng, the director of the assembly workshop. After all, he was also the head of the security department. He also had his own news channels for such sensitive matters. In his opinion, Fan Heng had no background and no close relationship. This time he must have been a scapegoat. However, Wang Dafu, a guy who used to deceive superiors and concealed subordinates, was really not a good thing. If it weren't for the fact that his father-in-law was the first factory director of the factory, and he felt embarrassed to take advantage of his face and deal with him directly, Wang Dafu would not have been the deputy factory director for so long.
But Han Shijie has also heard of Fan Heng's youngest son. This child has been extremely amazing since he was a child. I heard that he had jointly established a pig farm with someone a while ago, which was very amazing. However, when Han Shijie saw Fan Wubing in person, he was still in this situation today.
The child looked pretty, but why did he look so different from a child? Han Shijie looked at Fan Wubing, and his eyebrows became tighter and tighter.
Chapter completed!