After the afternoon class, Han Chaoyang and Huang Ying did not go back to the PolyU teacher dormitory directly. One went straight to the police room and the other got off the bus and went to the hotel halfway.

The snow is still falling, but not as heavy as the morning.

Han Chaoyang dusted off the snow on his body, opened the door and walked in, and saw that ten kilograms of rice and barrels of salad oil were piled in the corner of the wall.

"Xinyi, what are you doing? Are you going to give us benefits?"

"I'm giving you benefits, I think beautifully!"

"Who put it here?" Han Chaoyang lifted the cover of the alarm reception desk and walked into the case handling area.

Zheng Xinyi looked up and saw if the snow was falling outside, then turned around and said, "I bought it from the community. I just sent it here. The driver parked the car at the door and had to unload it first."

"What are the communities buying grain and oil?"

"Isn't this the end of the year? I'm catching up with the snowstorm again. I want to comfort the elderly and poor households like in previous years. I have two bags of rice and two barrels of salad oil in the family, and give another 200 yuan of condolence money." Zheng Xinyi stood up and stretched, and smiled and said, "But this time it's a community condolence. These are all bought by the neighborhood committee and have nothing to do with the Civil Affairs Bureau."

The villagers of Lao Chaoyang Village are now all millionaires, even the widowed!

It is worth mentioning that before the Chaoyang Village Committee was abolished, the working group mobilized several widowed elderly people in the village to go to the nursing home, but the elderly were unwilling to go because they could not get the compensation for demolition. Now they have money, and the distant relatives who were not close to each other began to walk around, rushing to pick up the elderly home, one of which was more filial than the other.

Only some of the rice, salad oil and condolences in Factory 527 are not much retirement wages, especially those who were bought out of their service life during the restructuring, as well as several poor households in Dongming Community.

Han Chaoyang reacted and couldn't help but smile: "Although the neighborhood committee has not elected a term, it is similar to the term change. Secretary Zhang and Director of Reconciliation should be condolences to the elderly and poor households in Factory 527 and Dongming Community."

"This is really not what Secretary Zhang reconciliation director wants to win people's hearts. This is the new Secretary Cao's idea."

"Secretary Cao, the first secretary?"

"Well, I took office at noon and started spending money before my butt was hot. I think Sister Su finally saved up the money for the community. It won't take long for him to end up messing with her."

This is not about spending some money to comfort the elderly and poor households in the community. It is clearly about seizing financial power as soon as you take office!

Han Chaoyang realized that the new first secretary was very strong and asked curiously: "How old is the man and the woman this year?"

"Male, thirty-one or two years old."

"So what unit it was from?"

"District Party Committee United Front Work Department."

Although Han Chaoyang has not been working for a long time and has no official position, he was born and raised in a family of cadres and teachers. He does not know much about the affairs of the party and government departments at the county level, and can be said to be clear about the affairs of the township and village level.

Whether it is the first secretary or the cadres who go to the grassroots level to work in other forms, from the perspective of entry, they can be divided into "own halo" and "stupid entry".

Although they were sent by the organization department, village cadres were not stupid, especially village party secretary like Zhang Changjian who had been working as a village party for more than ten years. He often deals with various yamen, knowing which departments have power, which departments are rich, and which departments are Qingshui yamen. He will actively cooperate with those cadres from departments with relatively high power or wealthy. Although it is not said that they do not cooperate, they will definitely not be very active.

Although the United Front Work Department is not a very powerful department, it is ultimately a department of the district committee.

Han Chaoyang reacted and thought to himself that Secretary Zhang had "admitted", so he simply changed the topic: "Where is my master?"

"Drinking in Boss Deng's hotel."

There are strange things every year, and this year there are a lot of them. Han Chaoyang asked incredible words: "Who should I drink with?"

"Mo Yunhu."

It was different from Mo Yunhu's drink. Han Chaoyang immediately stood up and said, "I'll go and have a look."

"I knew you would go. It was quite big outside and I have an umbrella here."

"No need, it's not far."

Han Chaoyang ran to Boss Deng's hotel in one breath. Grandpa Gu and Mo Yunhu were indeed drinking in the corner of the hall, but there was a little food.

"Master, you should be hot pot this day."

"The hot pot is too greasy, my stomach is not good and I can't digest it." Grandpa Gu pointed to the empty chair next to him and signaled him to sit down. Then he turned around and said, "Miss, take another set of tableware."

"Okay, wait."

Looking at Mo Yunhu's restrained and uneasy look, Grandpa Gu joked: "Chaoyang, learn a little bit, little girls are more good at talking. You say, "You wait a moment, you are not always waiting. You are better, either don't speak, you will get old as soon as you open your mouth. Am I that old?"

"Master, I was wrong. If you are not old, you are still strong."

"What is the difference between old and old, it is different! "

Grandpa Gu glared at him, raised his cup and smiled, "Yunhu, come, let's go another one."

"Police Officer Gu, I respect you."

"What about Officer Gu? Didn't you just say that I've retired. He's a police officer, I'm not."

"You are still a police officer when you retire."

"Okay, okay, just call whatever you want." Grandpa Gu raised his small cup and drank it all, picked up the chopsticks and picked up an old vinegar peanut, and said in a tempting manner: "Yunhu, I heard about the morning, I think you will definitely not feel good. But things have to be divided into two, and they look at you with old eyes, but they are wrong. You should also think about the other way around, why do they look at you with old eyes, and why did that happen in the morning!"

Mo Yunhu was really frustrated this day. Those who offended that year called 110 a while, and the police from Xinyuan Street Police Station went there. Later, even the people from the judicial office went there.

It was such a big community, I didn’t know or remember that he had committed many things before, but now I know almost everything.

As soon as you go out, someone is stabbed in the back. You can feel the hostility outside even if you stay in the house and lie on the bed.

It’s so difficult to live a peaceful life, but it’s so difficult to start over!

Mo Yunhu became more and more frustrated as he thought about it. He gritted his teeth and said, "Blame me, this is my own fault. Who made me break the law back then?"

Grandpa Gu stared at him and asked, "Do you regret it?"

"regret."

"What's the use of regret alone? You have to take practical actions."

"You mean to go door to door and apologize?"

Grandpa Gu picked up the bottle and filled it with it, saying slowly: "Apology is just a form. Even if you bring something to the door, people may not accept it, and they may not necessarily think that you are sincere. There is a saying that time can prove everything. If you want to truly gain forgiveness and truly integrate into this society, you must take more practical actions and let others see that you have changed your past and become a new person."

Only then did Han Chaoyang realize his master’s good intentions!

The most depressing thing today is not the "big sister" or Lao Tang, but the parole criminal in front of him. If he is not relieved in time, he may do something illegal and criminal in anger.

He was secretly complaining that he didn't expect this. Mo Yunhu took a deep breath and said sadly: "Sir Gu, I'm not afraid of you making jokes. I've been so stupid after sitting there for the past few years. Can you explain clearly what I should do?"

"You are not stupid when you go to jail, but you can't adapt to the new environment for a while."

Grandpa Gu finished eating peanuts and smiled and said, "As for what to do next, I can only give you some suggestions. First of all, and most importantly, you must have a good attitude. There is no medicine for regret in this world. You can only face everything in the past and now. Don't talk about you, Mo Yunhu, a country like ours, had to keep a low profile a few years ago. Who made our economy not as good as others, our technology not as good as others, and our military strength not as strong as others. This metaphor is not very appropriate, but it is basically this principle. You must have a good attitude and endure humiliation."

A respected old policeman could sit down and drink together and talk about these things with great sincerity. Mo Yunhu felt much better and said with a sob: "Don't worry, no matter how they treat me, I will no longer be the same as before. I will fight back and scold you or not."

"Just have this attitude. It is unlikely that you will fight back or scold them. This is not to ask you to fight back, nor to ask you to scold them, but they will not beat you or scold you in person. After all, beating people is illegal, and cursing people is illegal."
Chapter completed!