Binjiang Police Affairs

Chapter 1516 - 285: Transfer Him Over!

The evening event ended, the audience left, and Dock No. 4 turned back into a large construction site.The performance company had to organize personnel to dismantle the stage, audio equipment, and large screens, pack up the small stools and plastic chairs, and clear the venue before dawn so that Minister Yang could organize the dock workers to restore the Binjiang Ship to its open-to-the-public appearance.

Isn’t it delightful to have friends coming from afar?

Han Yu greeted his senior, his little cousin, and his cousin’s girlfriend, then, along with Yang Jianbo and Xiao Yu, invited Deputy Chief of Staff Jiang, Feng Qingshan, Li Shousong, and Master Dai to Dock No. 4’s command and dispatch room for tea and a chat.

"Xiao Yu, where’s Guo Weitao?"

"He went to see if there are any places nearby for a late-night snack."

Just then, a bespectacled official caught up to them.

Feng Qingshan quickly stood up and apologized sincerely, "Director Zhang, sorry, I won’t be staying at the hotel tonight. I’ll be leaving with Camp Commander Yang in a while."

Director Zhang craned his neck to look around and, seeing that Deputy Chief of Staff Jiang of the 105th army, who had just been sitting with the city leaders, was also present, suddenly realized something and asked instinctively, "Captain Feng, are you planning to go to Linghai Reserve Camp?"

"It’s rare for old comrades to gather, and we want to have a good chat."

"Captain Feng, you’re a guest invited by our Publicity Department..."

"You must be Director Zhang. Captain Feng is our old comrade who has literally shared life-and-death experiences with us. He is in Binjiang, and us hosting him is just as good as you hosting him," Yang Jianbo chuckled and continued, "Besides, Captain Feng hasn’t gone through the check-in process at the hotel; I’ve already sent someone to get his luggage from your car. He’ll be leaving with us in a bit."

When soldiers gather, there are bound to be many common topics of conversation.

Director Zhang didn’t insist any further, left his phone number with Feng Qingshan, and greeted Han Yu and others before leaving.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Zhang from the Publicity Department left, Guo Weitao, who was supposed to go out and find a place to eat a night snack, came running back with Ma Jintao and Gu Pengfei from Binjiang Port.

"Major General Jiang, Captain Feng, Director Han, I’m more familiar with the dock area than Xiao Guo is. I’ll arrange the night snack!"

Gu Pengfei had not only participated in the 1998 flood control, but like Director Wu of the Maritime Bureau’s Traffic Control Center, he had also commanded a "special mixed formation". On multiple occasions, he arranged for ships and crew to assist diving teams in emergency rescues. Since Captain Feng rarely came to Binjiang, he insisted on playing host.

Ma Jintao also wanted to treat them, but as he was about to speak, Han Yu laughed and said, "That’s fine; it doesn’t matter who arranges it, the main thing is to gather and chat."

"Major General Jiang, Director Han, I’ve already called the restaurant owner, shall we head over?"

"Let’s wait a little longer, it’s still early," Deputy Chief of Staff Jiang said with a hiccup and laughed, "We just drank in the evening, came directly here from the wine table. Director Gu, have a seat and rest; let me digest first."

In the past twenty-some days, Deputy Chief of Staff Jiang truly had drinks every day.

In his words, it didn’t feel like leading a team for training but rather coming for drinks; every evening, someone would host him, with a schedule filled to the brim.

Han Yu couldn’t help but laugh and asked, "Major General Jiang, who hosted tonight?"

"Wu Heng’s father, President Wu of Linghai Shipbuilding Factory." Deputy Chief of Staff Jiang accepted a cigarette from Feng Qingshan, lit it up, and smiled, "Secretary Wang and President Zhang’s father-in-law, Principal Gao, were also there. Don’t be fooled by Secretary Wang being over sixty; he’s truly a drinker. If I hadn’t said that I was coming to see the evening show, I might have been drunk."

Secretary Wang had been in command at the township level for many years. Back then, the roles of secretary and village chief were different from now; if something happened in the village or township, they would invite the township leaders. It’s no exaggeration to say that Secretary Wang used to drink at every meal, not just every day.

Military officials can drink, but it’s challenging to out-drink Secretary Wang, who’s endured the "test of alcohol" for years.

Just as Han Yu found this amusing, Deputy Chief of Staff Jiang looked up and laughed, "Xiao Ma, was it the leadership asking to speak with you when the event ended? Both Xiao Dai and I saw you talking to the leaders, so we didn’t greet you."

Ma Jintao quickly said, "Commander, I was also planning to greet you when the event ended, but then Director Wang said Mayor Chen wanted to see me."

"Mayor Chen wanted to see you?" Xiao Yu asked curiously.

Ma Jintao scratched his head, looking rather shy, and said, "Not exactly seeking me out; it was just a passing meeting with a handshake, and he told me to do well, then left."

"If Mayor Chen wants to see you, Old Ma, you’re quite something, you’re going to be promoted!"

"What promotion? I’m doing well right now; I don’t want to go anywhere else."

Xiao Yu was just joking.

But Han Yu felt it’s possible because, after he transferred to the Smuggling Crime Investigation Bureau, Ma Jintao was the only Anti-flood Model in the Binjiang Police System!

His primary job performance is commendable, and he continually achieves military merits while serving in the Reserve; if someone like him isn’t promoted, who would be? If not, the higher-ups would surely think that the Binjiang City Police Department does not value talent.

Just as he pondered whether Ma Jintao would be promoted to Deputy Director of the Water Police Station next or be transferred to another precinct, Deputy Chief of Staff Jiang turned with a smile and asked, "Qingshan, are you a Regular Army official now?"

"Commander, you overestimate me; getting to the Deputy Army is already quite challenging for me. I can’t imagine reaching the Regular Army."

"If you don’t aspire to be a General, you’re not a good soldier; why can’t you even imagine it?"

"Commander, our unit is different from your army; for someone like me, reaching Deputy Army is already the end of the road, there’s no position beyond that."

Old Feng’s situation is a bit similar to when Xiao Yu was at the Changhang Police Academy.

He was like an instructor at the Naval Academy, not involved in administration, political work, or a specialist professor.

Han Yu suddenly realized and curiously asked, "Doesn’t that mean you’ll have to transfer to civilian roles eventually?"