Director Song took out a box of Su cigarettes, handed one to Liu Ziguang and said: "Come into the room and talk..."
The duty room was warm. There were several aluminum lunch boxes placed on the cast iron radiator. Inside were the police officers' New Year's Eve dinner. There were batons and handcuffs hanging on the wall. Hu Rong couldn't help but remember that it was in this duty room that she gave her the first meal.
According to the transcript made by Liu Ziguang, this guy also stole a pair of handcuffs, causing himself to be criticized a lot by the instructor.
Time flies by, and now the little security guard who stole handcuffs has become a well-known entrepreneur, a district people's congress representative, and he has also changed from a trainee police officer to the squadron leader of the Women's Mounted Police Squadron.
Director Song opened the lunch box, picked up a dumpling and threw it into his mouth. He praised: "The dumpling stuffed with pork and chives is very fragrant. Xiao Hu and Xiao Liu, try two."
Hu Rong shook her head and said, "I don't eat leeks."
Liu Ziguang picked one up and ate it unceremoniously, commenting: "It would be better if I had some vinegar."
Song Suo immediately put his head out and shouted: "Xiao Wang, go to the supermarket at the intersection to buy a bottle of vinegar. I want it from Zhenjiang."
"Okay." Wang Xing trotted out, and Lao Song nodded in praise: "The young man is very skilled in his business and very good at getting things done. Most of all, the gangsters in the main jurisdiction obey him. He handles cases that our old policemen can't handle.
It’s time to get going.”
Liu Ziguang smiled and didn't say anything. He knew that this was Lao Song trying to sell himself out, but then again, Wang Xing was indeed a quick source of material, and he could prosper regardless of whether he was black or white.
"Okay, Old Song, stop talking about other things and tell me quickly, what is the background of Xuanwu Group?" Hu Rong interjected.
"I won't go into details about the strength of the Xuanwu Group. The key is that there are people on top of it, and they are very powerful. Those four guys are nothing but bodyguards. They are just bodyguards. They can alert the leaders of the city bureau to call them personally.
The strength of the Xuanwu Group is evident. I heard that they returned to Jiangbei to reorganize state-owned enterprises, relying on their connections with the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission, and the new director of the Provincial State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission is our former Municipal Party Committee Secretary of Jiangbei City, Li Zhian."
"Li Zhian? Isn't he being punished?" Hu Rong said in surprise.
"Following the regulations does not mean that he will definitely be punished. The senior management thought that Li had a good way in dealing with the economy. In line with the consistent principle of treating the disease and saving lives, they gave him another chance. After three months of cold treatment, he was transferred to the director of the Provincial State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission. He still received the treatment of the department and bureau level.
, there are secretaries, drivers and cars, well, this is officialdom..." Song Suo shook his head and put the lunch box containing dumplings on the radiator.
"But what kind of project did Li Zhi'an do? He lost hundreds of millions. Who is responsible for such a major loss of national property?" Hu Rong was a little angry.
"Haven't most of them been recovered? If the investment promotion thing gets too big, no one's face will look good. Hundreds of millions of rights will be used as tuition fees. Besides, things must be viewed dialectically. When Secretary Li was in power, Jiangbei City
China's GDP has indeed made great progress, and these leaders have seen it."
"Demolishing houses and selling land has made countless people unable to afford houses and get married. This is political achievement." Hu Rong sneered and shook her head.
"So what? There is no lid on the Pacific Ocean. If you are not convinced, you can swim across it." Liu Ziguang said sarcastically from the side, seemingly not surprised by Li Zhian's transfer at the same level.
Hu Rong rolled her eyes at Liu Ziguang and asked, "Since Li Zhi'an has been transferred to work in the province, how can he command the public security system in Jiangbei?"
Song said: "This is not something we can figure out, but Li has been operating in Jiangbei for so many years and has a lot of old disciples. Minor matters can still be solved with a phone call."
Suddenly hearing such news, Hu Rong felt a little depressed. She declined Song Suo's invitation to stay with them for dinner, and walked out of the police station door with Liu Ziguang.
The sky was getting a little dark, and every household began to prepare for the New Year's Eve dinner. Who knew whose TV set was turned up extremely loud, and the announcer's loud voice came outside: "Municipal Party Committee Secretary Qin Song, Mayor Hu Yuejin, together with cadres at all levels, are
The poor people sent flour and soybean oil, and the people's representatives held the hands of the city leaders and shed tears with excitement..."
Standing on the side of the road, Hu Rong shook her car keys and said boldly: "It's getting late, so I won't delay your reunion dinner. Go back quickly."
"What about you?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"Me? Go home, make dumplings to eat, and watch the Spring Festival Gala."
Liu Ziguang blinked and suddenly took Hu Rong's hand: "Come with me?"
"Where to go?"
"You'll know when you go there."
Ten minutes later, the two arrived at the auditorium of Chenguang Machinery Factory, where a Spring Festival gala was being held. Dozens of tables were set up in the venue, and the tables were filled with a dazzling array of dishes. All the widowed and lonely employees of Chenguang Factory were invited to attend the party.
The trade union also organized a variety of cultural performances. Literary and artistic activists sang or danced on the stage. Although their skills were relatively amateurish, the applause and cheers they received were warm and sincere.
Lao Wen and his daughter also came to the scene. The old neighbors sat at a table and laughed and sang. Lao Wen also performed an erhu solo "Butterfly Lovers" on stage, which won warm applause.
Amid the cheers of the boys from the security department, Hu Rong, a former factory police officer, also came on stage to sing "Duck" by Su Huilun. Officer Hu's charming voice was very suitable for this more cartoony song, and she also sang very enthusiastically.
, very seriously.
…
aah go ahead
Nothing special
Everything depends on you
But I underestimate myself
although i love you
You are not allowed to be childish anymore
lonely duck
I don’t need you either
When he sang this, Liu Ziguang clearly felt Hu Rong's fiery gaze staring at him. He quickly turned his head to look away, but his eyes met Xiaoxue's. The little girl must have become more mature after experiencing the campus proposal incident.
He winked at his uncle mischievously, making Liu Ziguang dumbfounded.
When the zero o'clock bell rang, everyone came outside the auditorium and set off firecrackers and fireworks. Amidst the deafening sound of firecrackers, Hu Rong happily covered her ears with one hand and sprayed fireworks into the sky with a thunderbolt in the other, gathering together with everyone.
, the commotion lasted until after one o'clock, and then people gradually dispersed, and the factory area returned to calm, leaving only red firecrackers and confetti on the ground.
At the door of the auditorium, Hu Rong said with unfinished meaning: "This is the happiest New Year's Eve in my life."
"Be happy, I will bring you here to celebrate the New Year every year from now on." Liu Ziguang said casually, but Hu Rong took it seriously. She suddenly stopped, blinked her big eyes and asked, "Really?"
Liu Ziguang wished he could slap himself in the face for his habit of talking too much, but his mind easily promised that Li Wan and Fang Fei had already given him a lot of headaches, and when Hu Rong was added to the mix, there were three women in one drama, how could he still do it?
Have a good life.
The words he said were thrown away. How could he regret it at this time? He could only nod vigorously.
There was silence in the factory area. Only one or two firecrackers could be heard in the distance. The air was chilly and the smell of gunpowder smoke was still strong. At this time, Hu Rong had the attitude of a little girl on her face. She looked up at Liu Ziguang and whispered:
"Hold me..."
Liu Ziguang has one head and two children, but in this situation, how can he do such a disgraceful thing as running away? Although this little girl Hu Rong can be very fiery and arrogant at times, she has a righteous and simple heart.
Liu Ziguang couldn't bear to hurt her, so he could only gently hold her in his arms.
"It would be great if time could stop." Hu Rong murmured in Liu Ziguang's arms.
Liu Ziguang's movements were a little stiff, and he didn't dare to say anything. He could only hold Hu Rong like this. Just when he was worried about how to end it, the sound of footsteps on the snow sounded, and the flashlight shone in the distance. Someone was coming.
"Who is it? He hasn't left yet?" It was the voice of the guard, Uncle Wang.
"It's me, I'm cleaning. I left a little late." Liu Ziguang quickly let go of Hu Rong and said casually.
Hu Rong's face turned red. She grabbed the hem of Liu Ziguang's clothes and followed him out in a panic. When she came to the door, Liu Ziguang said politely: "Shall I see you off?"
Rong agreed without hesitation and happily got into Liu Ziguang's car.
Liu Ziguang had no choice but to drive Hu Rong to the gate of the municipal party committee dormitory. The guard was surprised to see Mayor Hu's daughter getting off an off-road vehicle and jumping home like a little girl.
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Hu Rong came to the door of the house and gently took out the key to open the door. My aunt had gone back to the countryside to celebrate the New Year. There was only her father and herself at home. Her father must have rested so late. He opened the door in the dark and changed his slippers. He was about to tiptoe to the bedroom when he suddenly discovered
There was a person sitting on the sofa in the living room.
"Dad?" Hu Rong turned on the light, and sure enough she saw Mayor Hu sitting there, his face smelling of alcohol and his tie was loose.
"Dad, you scared me to death. Why did you drink so much?" Hu Rong quickly went up to help her father take off his tie, and then made him tea and brought him a towel.
"Rong Rong, where did you go when you came home so late?" Hu Yuejin asked, sipping hot tea.
"I attended the gala of Chenguang Machinery Factory. When I was at the police station, I was responsible for the security joint defense of this factory." Hu Rong concealed it.
Hu Yuejin snorted and pointed his finger on his daughter's forehead: "Dad has been working as a police officer for many years, and he still plays tricks on me. You don't want to attend the party at Chenguang Factory, but you want to be with that kid Liu Ziguang, right?"
"Dad, what did you say?" Hu Rong twisted her body and said coquettishly.
"Dad is also doing it for your own good. This person is not suitable for you. It's not like you don't know the things about him. You two are always on two separate lines and can't get together." Hu Yuejin said sincerely.
Hu Rong said seriously, "Dad, you are really overthinking. There is nothing between us. There was a security incident near Jiangtan Park in the afternoon. He and I happened to be present. Later, we went to the police station to record a statement, and then... Anyway
I was fine, I just celebrated the Chinese New Year with all the factory workers, and then I went home. It’s that simple. If you don’t believe it, you can ask the factory guard.”
"Okay, okay, dad doesn't believe you, but I just want to remind you that it's getting late, and you have to be on duty tomorrow, so go to bed early." Hu Yuejin sent his daughter to wash up, and walked to a corner of the living room, looking at the table.
The wife's portrait sighed: "Her mother, Rongrong has grown up..."