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Chapter 606 Yang Xingguo's Day

Nevada City Police Department, 4:30 p.m.

After finishing his day's work, Yang Xingguo left the office with his large thermos and lunchbox.

Many police officers of Yang Xingguo's generation have the habit of bringing their own meals.

It's not that the police station doesn't have a canteen, or that the food is so bad that it's infuriating; rather, their painful past experiences have taught them to bring their own food and drink.

It wasn't until recent years, with improved public security and the addition of many new members to the police station, that the popularity of the internal canteen gradually returned, and the older generation started eating there again.

Let's set aside those sycophants who deliberately imitate Yang Xingguo.

Yang Xingguo is the only one who still keeps the habit of bringing his own lunch for safety reasons.

For the nanny, it's just a matter of preparing enough food for one more person at each meal and packing it up in advance and putting it in the refrigerator.

And you don't have to cook yourself, it doesn't take much effort.

Yang Xingguo, carrying a tote bag, walked through the corridor toward the parking lot.

He walked to the car and reached into his pocket.

"Huh? Where are my keys?"

Yang Xingguo felt around his waist and then turned all his pockets inside out, but still couldn't find it.

He retraced his steps back to his office and glanced at his desk and the key rack behind the door.

"Strange, where did the key go?" Yang Xingguo asked, puzzled.

Yang Xingguo usually keeps his keys in a few fixed places and doesn't have the habit of leaving them lying around.

Besides, he didn't go anywhere after arriving at the station today. How could the key have flown away?

Yang Xingguo left the office, intending to go to the front desk to ask if anyone had seen his car keys.

As soon as I entered the corridor, I ran into the head of the Political Science Department.

Upon seeing Yang Xingguo, the other person approached with a broad smile: "Director Yang, getting ready to leave work?"

"Hmm, did anyone find the car keys at the front desk today?"

Yang Xingguo didn't exchange pleasantries with him and went straight to the point.

"Car keys? Oh, Director Yang, you've lost your car keys, haven't you? Well, that's why I came here to talk to you about it."

Around noon today, a police officer found your car keys on his way to the records room. He didn't know whose keys they were, so he was going to put them at the front desk.

Who knew he'd be sent to a local area for research halfway through his trip? I only recognized you, Director Yang, when I saw the photo of the car keys he posted in the work group just now.

I said, Director Yang, you should hire yourself a driver. You can't do everything yourself, can you? I heard that Little Li in the bureau is a pretty good driver..."

Yang Xingguo raised an eyebrow, interrupting the section chief's suggestion: "Let's put the driver's matter aside for now. That police officer won't be back for the time being."

The section chief nodded: "Yes, they went to other counties and districts, and they won't be back until tomorrow morning at the earliest."

He then pulled out his car keys and waved them: "Anyway, I don't have anything to do, how about I give you a ride?"

"No need, I'll just call a car outside."

Yang Xingguo resolutely refused.

If someone else had said that, the section chief might have thought they were just being polite.

But Yang Xingguo's refusal was a genuine refusal.

This straightforward bureau chief has never liked to waste time talking nonsense.

The section chief, having been refused, promptly changed the subject: "In that case, I won't bother you any longer. My wife is taking the kids out to play today, so we'll have to eat dinner in the cafeteria."

It's uncertain whether the section chief will go to the cafeteria later.

But he certainly wouldn't show up on the roadside in his car, much less see Yang Xingguo waiting for a car on the roadside in such an awkward situation.

If you drive past Yang Xingguo and insist on giving him a ride, he has already refused.

Given Yang Xingguo's personality, going up to ask him further would only make things difficult for him.

If they just walked by without asking or saying hello, Yang Xingguo, who was waiting for the bus, would definitely not be happy.

This is like a leader accidentally stepping in dog poop while inspecting a rural area. He was planning to quietly wipe it off, but you just say, "What is that smelly thing?"

In short, he was caught in the middle and didn't want to be in a bad situation. It would be better to wait until Yang Xingguo left before leaving the police station.

Yang Xingguo didn't pay much attention to his subordinates' thoughts and left with his bag.

Nevada's local laws include a strict rule prohibiting parking or loitering within 300 meters of security facilities.

Violators will face hefty fines or a seven-day detention.

Therefore, there wasn't a single taxi to be seen near the police station.

Yang Xingguo used his mobile phone to book a ride as he walked.

The ride-hailing app showed that there were many ride-hailing cars waiting to accept orders within two kilometers, but not a single car was willing to accept Yang Xingguo's order.

"Sigh... Four or five years is indeed too short to change these people's mindsets?"

Yang Xingguo looked at the three points on his phone waiting for orders and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Frankly speaking, being a public official in Nevada does not necessarily earn people's respect and trust.

However, every loss has its gain.

In most cases, they are perfectly able to sense people's rejection and fear.

Although the public's perception of Nevada has changed somewhat in recent years due to the crackdown on organized crime, the friendly welcoming ceremony of secretly pouring rotten egg liquid into car window cracks has not been abolished in some remote areas.

Even 360-degree surveillance cameras on the vehicles couldn't dampen people's enthusiasm.

It's easy to label it a city of sin; it can be done in just over a decade.

But removing this label from people's minds will likely take several times, or even dozens of times, longer, until everyone who experienced Nevada's dark years has passed away.

Yang Xingguo put away his phone and walked to the nearest bus stop.

He planned to take a bus to the city first, and then find a taxi to take him home.

Upon arriving in the city center, the bus stop happened to be near a teahouse.

Yang Xingguo took out his phone and checked the time; it was still early before dinner.

Perhaps influenced by Yue Chongshan, Yang Xingguo developed the habit of drinking tea.

Just then, Yang Xingyue and Yue Qihua were taken on a trip by Yue Yangyan, so there was no need for him to rush back to be with the children. Thus, the idea of ​​going in for a cup of tea arose in his mind.

"Welcome, what would you like to drink?"

After Yang Xingguo sat down, a waiter dressed in a Tang suit came forward.

"Welcoming the Frost".

Yang Xingguo said.

The waiter looked somewhat embarrassed: "Well... we only offer some of the more common teas here."

"Then let's have a daily recommendation."

Yang Xingguo didn't worry much about ordering; since he couldn't get the drinks he wanted anyway, he just ordered whatever.

While the tea was being served, he subconsciously began to observe the people in the shop.

This is a "aftereffect" left over from his time in the criminal investigation team, originating from Xia Qiyuan.

Yang Xingguo didn't possess Xia Qiyuan's extraordinary intelligence and talent, which allowed him to immediately master anything he saw or learned.

He could only rely on the methods Xia Qiyuan taught him to constantly practice integrating the habit of observation into his daily life.

Nowadays, Yang Xingguo's observation skills are so good that he can retain things he has seen for a week in his mind and retrieve them at any time.

This is the limit that most ordinary people can achieve.

(End of this chapter)