It was only then that Huang Daniu came to his senses and found that the leader in front of him was followed by many policemen in uniforms, and the village chief was carefully accompanying him. He must be a high official.
For this high official to live in such a poor place, it is unlikely that his son, who is a policeman, will be successful in his career.
"Haha, it doesn't matter whether I am good or not." He Chengfeng stretched out his right hand to Huang Daniu and joked, "Your son must do well to be really good!"
Huang Daniu wiped his clean hands, then firmly held He Chengfeng's outstretched hand, and said emotionally: "Good leader, my son is really good! Leader, I thank you!"
The words are crude but I don’t know how Huang Daniu, who has been doing farm work all his life with his back to the sun and his face to the land, could speak such a sensible truth today.
Perhaps in Huang Daniu's heart, he simply believed that this big leader who came all the way from the provincial capital for his son was indeed the best person in the world.
After all, even the village chief, who was usually bullish in his eyes, had to be carefully by his side at this moment, looking at him with an extremely bright smile.
"It's our turn to thank you for training such an excellent police officer." He Chengfeng smiled, and his gentle eyes made Huang Daniu relax a little, "Xiao Huang worked very well in the unit and is a good policeman. This time he broke
It was a murder case, so I received third-class merit!"
As he said that, he took out a big red envelope from his coat pocket and stuffed it into Huang Sansheng: "This is a little thought from the unit, please accept it!"
"Thank you! Thank you!" Huang Daniu wiped his hands, a little afraid to accept the red envelope, "You came all the way here, why do you have to waste money? Come on, come on, come on, let's go in and drink water!"
He Chengfeng forced the red envelope into Huang Daniu's hand and gently patted the back of Huang Daniu's hand in a gesture that would not allow him to refuse.
Then he raised his head, looked at Huang Daniu's courtyard gate, and said, "Don't worry, let's hang the plaque first. Look, I'll hang it on the gate so that the neighbors passing by can see it clearly.
what do you think?"
"well!"
Huang Daniu became excited again and nodded repeatedly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the village chief, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly lowered his raised right arm, and the village band immediately played cheerful music in tacit cooperation.
The plaque was successfully hung on the door of Huang Daniu's house, and then the wooden box carried by Jiang Hai was also handed over.
He Chengfeng deliberately opened the wooden box in front of the villagers.
Under the sun, there was a shiny medal inside, shining brightly.
Chen Shu, who was standing behind, took a quick look and confirmed that it was a genuine third-class public security merit medal.
And He Chengfeng also raised the wooden box with the lid high high and circled it around the small open space at the door so that the surrounding villagers could see it clearly.
After this set of actions, the honest farmer Huang Daniu really felt relieved. When the village chief greeted him and took pictures, he smiled happily, with tears of excitement in his eyes.
After living in the village for so many years, this moment was the most glorious scene in his life. His originally stooped back seemed to straighten a little when everyone gathered to take pictures.
The villagers who were watching applauded warmly, and the scene was filled with joy.
He Chengfeng excused himself that the unit still had important tasks, took the people to say goodbye and left. Even though the police car drove far away, the banging music in the village and the children's singing and laughter continued to reach their ears.
On the way back, He Chengfeng drove the police car, Chen Shu sat in the passenger seat, and Chen Chuan, Zhu Yiba and Jiang Hai sat in the back seat.
The mountain road was bumpy, and the older Santana police car shuddered and swayed, and the people in the car could not help but sway along with the ups and downs of the car.
Just like how they feel at the moment.
"If you have any questions, just ask them."
He Chengfeng rested his hands on the peeling steering wheel and smoked a cigarette leisurely. The red banner used in the village was stuffed in the space on the center armrest beside him.
At this time, they were squeezed into a ball and stuffed inside, and what was exposed was the line "Warmly Congratulations to Comrade Huang Sansheng for Winning the Third Class Merit" with the word "three" in yellow font on the banner.
Jiang Hai, who was sitting in the middle seat in the back row, endured it all the way out of politeness. Now when he heard He Chengfeng take the initiative to mention it, he naturally had no reason to hold back anymore.
He leaned forward, put his hands on the backs of the two seats in the front row, and asked: "Heda, it was so lively in the village just now, and my head was a little dizzy from behind.
By the way, do all of you third-class practitioners do this?"
Although Jiang Hai has not graduated from the police academy, he still has basic knowledge. A third-class public security service like this is quite worthless in Donghai Province.
Except for the cash reward of 5,000 yuan that I received directly, whether it was to improve my career or receive preferential treatment from close relatives, it was of no help at all.
Because they are not very good, third-class skills are quite common. At the grassroots level, as long as they make some achievements, the unit can create third-class skills.
It may be an exaggeration to walk around with third-class merit, but just open an office and the people sitting in it will definitely be more police officers who have obtained third-class merit than those who have not.
As for leaders, basically 99% of them have them.
The remaining 1% should have obtained second-class merit.
He Chengfeng smiled slightly, with calm eyes, and said: "As long as we are front-line police officers, we all operate this way."
Jiang Hai's face was full of doubts. Looking at He Chengfeng's square face, he blurted out: "This is how drug control works?"
As we all know, drug control is an unavoidable topic in the Yun Province Public Security Bureau.
It is said that anti-drug workers can only take pictures of their backs when taking photos. With such strict security, it is impossible to make a noise about anything. Wouldn't this be causing trouble for yourself?
He Chengfeng did not answer.
The car passed a turning point on the mountain road where the opposite lane could not be seen. He Chengfeng honked the horn a few times, slowed down and passed by, pretending to be fine and changed the subject: "Isn't third-class meritorious in your place?"
What’s the big deal?”
"That's not what I meant..."
"But here, the situation is a little different." He Chengfeng paused again, seeming to organize his words, and then asked an irrelevant question, "Xiaohai, I remember you were still a student at the police academy. Your college's college entrance examination
What is the admission score?”
At this moment, an obviously modified motorcycle suddenly jumped out in front of the road. Colorful lights in broad daylight were swaying around the car, and there was even loud rock music playing.
With a click, He Chengfeng stepped on the brakes, and then turned the steering wheel sharply to the right. The two cars scraped and squeaked, and a second later, the two cars almost crossed each other.
After passing by, He Chengfeng did not look back and continued to drive the vehicle with a calm expression, as if nothing happened.
"Recruit... admission score?"
This sudden turn made Jiang Hai a little distracted. He turned back and glanced behind the car window.
The motorcycle that almost collided with them staggered away without any intention of stopping. The passing by the police car just now seemed like a normal thing.