The policeman who looked like a leader nodded: "Then, shall we make a record?"
"Of course, as you say."
"Okay." The middle-aged policeman who introduced himself as the deputy director nodded and sat opposite Wang Ai. He raised his hand: "Little Wang'er... Oh, I'm not talking about you, Captain Wang, we also have a little Wang'er here.
"
At this time, a young policeman next to him came up with a smile: "I am responsible for recording. I am very happy to see you, Captain Wang."
Wang Ai shook hands with him: "I hope you will become Captain Wang soon."
This pun immediately made people happy. When the paparazzi who was locked in the interrogation room not far away heard the laughter as promised, he couldn't help but sigh, I knew it!
"Name?"
"Wang Ai."
"gender?"
"male."
Wang Aike didn't mess around with the police like the men in Beijing. He was well-behaved and honest. He respected both people and their work. When asked about his workplace, he hesitated and said awkwardly: "I
Which one does this workplace say is better?"
"Little Wang'er" looked at Little Wang'er in surprise. The deputy director pointed to the yellow file bag on the table. Little Wang'er said, "Youth Department of the Chinese Football Association."
After completing most of the procedure, the deputy director pressed "Little Wang'er"'s shoulder to stop writing temporarily: "Captain Wang... Well, I have to ask you something. Logically speaking, it's a state secret, a secret,
Top secrets have different levels. Once theft, leakage and other cases occur, there are also corresponding handling levels. But..."
Speaking of this, the deputy director was a little embarrassed, but he continued: "However, in recent years, the awareness of document confidentiality in some units has been very poor. The more local it is, the more Qingshui Yamen, the worse it is. Some units are not sure whether they should be classified at all.
For example, take the output of the Grain Bureau. Some cadres thought, what is the secret of this thing? However, enemy agents can calculate China's grain reserves through similar documents. At least it can be used by foreign grain merchants, and people know that we have gaps.
How much, of course, will be accurately priced. Or if it is used by foreign intelligence agencies, the food may become the basis for threatening our country's independence and sovereignty."
Wang Ai was in awe when he heard this! He is worthy of being the deputy director, the deputy director of Beijing City, with such a sense of the overall situation!
The deputy director continued: "On the contrary, there is another situation where the classification of secrets is random. The secrets that should be classified are classified, and the secrets that should be classified are classified or even top secret. If we deal with it mechanically according to the classification level, even though the ones being processed are not
I know, but it’s not appropriate after all. So, I would like to ask you, what exactly is this file of yours?”
The deputy director pointed to the yellow file bag: "Is this "Chinese National Team Tactical Concept" really confidential? By the way, have you received confidentiality training?"
Wang Ai frowned, and the deputy director immediately said: "Don't tell me the specific content, you just need to tell me the severity. Of course, you don't have to tell me, I'm just reminding you out of caution."
Wang Ai nodded, thought for a while, and suddenly looked back at Zhao Dan.
Zhao Dan, who had been silently hiding behind Wang Ai, was also stunned. When he saw Wang Ai glance at his left chest, he immediately understood, reached into his clothes, took out a small red leather book, put it in the palm of his hand, and carried "small
"Wang'er", gave the deputy director a shake.
This time, it was the deputy director's turn to stand in awe.
He simply stood up and stretched out his hand: "Hello, comrade!"
Wang Ai rolled his eyes covertly, not being so polite to him. However, people within the system know the weight of this certificate better, and Wang Ai, no matter how famous he is, no matter how many leaders he has met, he is still a
star.
"Hello, old monitor." Zhao Dan smiled brightly.
The deputy director wanted to say something, but after a long while, he smiled and said nothing. He sat down again and looked at Wang Ai: "I know you have received confidentiality training."
Wang Ai smiled: "This document is about the strategy and tactics of the Chinese team in next year's World Cup, or the secret tactics that the Chinese national team will use to compete in the World Cup next year. It is from our national team coaching staff and... a professor from a certain confidential unit
It is a joint research. I took it home because I am one of the main authors. By the end of the World Cup next year, this will become a publicly published paper, and I will be at least the second author. So taking it home not only has the purpose of academic research, but also
It has the purpose of improving, enriching and improving the tactical plan.”
The deputy director frowned and thought deeply. Wang Ai noticed a flash of disapproval on "Little Wang'er's" face. He seemed to be several years older than him, so he said politely: "Since I won't take notes, Officer Wang, do you have anything to do?"
Just say, don’t worry about me being unhappy or anything like that, I’m a good citizen.”
The deputy director laughed when he heard this, and Officer Wang was a little embarrassed: "I, I just think that the World Cup is quite important, but the confidentiality is still a bit high."
Wang Ai nodded: "Generally speaking, this is the case. For example, for some projects, the tactical ideas are not classified at all, and no one comes to steal them. Because it is formed bit by bit, and is even revised at the last moment, even if it is recorded on paper.
We will definitely play like that when the time comes, and we still have to watch the athletes perform on the spot."
Several people nodded, and Wang Ai continued: "But, we are special."
Except for Zhao Dan, who seemed not to have heard of it, the deputy director, "Little Wang'er", and Zhang Guang all expressed some interest.
"First, football is a team sport, and it has almost the largest number of participants. This determines the importance of pre-tactical planning, which is higher than other sports. The fewer people, the greater the impact on the spot, and the more people, the smaller the impact.
.”
After Wang Ai finished speaking, several people nodded together.
"Second, football has a huge impact. There are almost 200 million fans in China, and there are 50 million professional fans, which is twice the population of Beijing. Although it is only one of the sports, its influence is much greater than many sports. This is also objective
fact."
"Third, China was the top eight in the last World Cup. Have you noticed anything other than results?"
Officer Wang shook his head: "I hardly watch football."
Wang Ai understood: "We got back 12 million US dollars from Germany last time. After deducting the cost, the net profit was 9 million. If we include the subsequent image licensing income of the national team, it will have to be doubled several times."
The deputy director narrowed his eyes upon hearing the sound, and Officer Wang was startled: "So many?"
"Next year's World Cup, according to my information, the prize money will be increased significantly, and the top eight may reach 18 million. Moreover, we want to go further, so..." Wang Ai pointed to the document: "That's why we have this thing
.”
"How much further?"
"Twenty million, that's not a lot of growth." Wang Ai smiled: "If it's not as good as last time, we can only get back 9 million."
"Okay." The deputy director said: "Let's arrest him."
