60s: I have a store

Chapter 521 Send a banner

Inside the police station, the dim light flickered in the small interrogation room, as if it would go out at any time. The water stains on the wall cast strange shapes under the light.

The interrogation room was filled with a pungent, stale smell, which mixed with the tense and depressing atmosphere, making it hard to breathe.

When the director heard that all the enemy spies had been captured, he led his team back in a hurry.

As soon as I stepped into the interrogation room, I saw Lao Li with a frown on his face, interrogating two enemy spies.

Old Li sat at the interrogation table, leaning forward slightly, his eyes sharp as he stared at the two enemy spies opposite him.

His eyes seemed to be able to see through every thought in their hearts. His voice was low but revealed unquestionable majesty: "We already know your plan. If you confess voluntarily, you can still seek leniency. If you continue to resist, these evidences alone are enough to convict you."

As he spoke, he pointed to the telegraph plan confiscated from enemy agents spread out on the table.

The two enemy spies sat there with gloomy expressions, like two silent icebergs.

Their lips were tightly closed, with stubbornness and unwillingness in their eyes. They turned a deaf ear to Lao Li's words, as if they were incompatible with everything in this world.

Old Li was anxious, but his years of interrogation experience taught him that he must not lose his composure at this moment.

He adjusted his sitting position slightly and spoke again, his tone slightly softer: "You should know that in the face of solid evidence, hiding anything is meaningless. Taking the initiative to confess will also benefit you."

However, the enemy spies remained unmoved. One of them glanced coldly at the plan on the table with a flickering look in his eyes. The corner of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a mocking smile, as if he was laughing at Lao Li's "naivety".

When Old Li saw this, he was shocked. He knew that these two people were extremely stubborn.

But he did not give up. Instead, he cleared his throat and began to present the evidence in an orderly manner.

His voice was steady and powerful, and every word was like a bullet, shooting at the enemy's psychological defenses: "This plan records in detail your action steps, contact methods, and target locations. We already have enough information. Do you think it makes sense to continue hiding it?"

As he spoke, Lao Li picked up the plan, shook it gently, and fixed his eyes on the enemy spy.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the interrogation room was so quiet that the only sound could be heard was the "tick-tick" of the old wall clock. The sound seemed like a countdown clock, urging the enemy agents to make a decision.

Finally, the two enemy agents looked at each other and seemed to have reached some kind of consensus. There was a trace of helplessness and despair in their eyes, knowing that even if they didn't tell the police, they already had the key information, and it would be useless to continue to resist.

One of the enemy agents sighed slightly and broke the silence: "Forget it, we can't hide it anyway."

Then, they began to slowly explain the plan, telling every detail and every person involved in detail.

Their voices were low and hoarse, as if they were telling a past that was too painful to recall.

After the interrogation, Lao Li breathed a sigh of relief. He stood up, stretched his stiff body from sitting for so long, and prepared to organize the materials.

Just then, Zhou Yimin walked in from outside, ready to leave the police station.

The director had sharp eyes and spotted Zhou Yimin at a glance. He quickly stepped forward and held Zhou Yimin's hands tightly with both hands. His gratitude was overflowing with words: "Captain Zhou, thank you for your help! If you hadn't discovered and tracked these two enemy agents in time, this plan would have been implemented and would have caused a certain blow to the motherland."

Zhou Yimin humbly waved his hand and said with a smile: "Director Zhou, you are too kind. As a citizen of the motherland, this is my duty."

Director Zhou nodded vigorously and said, "That's right, that's right."

The two chatted for a while. Zhou Yimin looked out the window and found that it was getting late, so he said goodbye to Director Zhou and prepared to send Zhang Yan home.

Zhou Yimin brought Zhang Yan to her door. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Yanzi, will you come to my house for dinner next weekend?"

He was really helpless about his grandmother's nagging. If he didn't bring Zhang Yan home for dinner, he didn't know how long his grandmother would nag him.

In his family, the most important thing now is his lifelong event, and everything else has to take a back seat.

When Zhang Yan heard Zhou Yimin's invitation, her eyes were filled with joy, and she agreed without even thinking: "Okay."

She was looking forward to spending more time with Zhou Yimin, so as to further strengthen their relationship.

She looked back every two steps and saw Zhou Yimin still waiting at the gate of the courtyard. She was reluctant to leave and finally slowly closed the gate.

Zhou Yimin watched Zhang Yan enter the house, and after making sure she was safe, he turned and left.

I thought to myself, luckily I have a motorcycle, if not, I would probably have to find a place to stay near the courtyard tonight.

With a motorcycle, it doesn’t take too much time to get back to Zhoujiazhuang.

As soon as Zhang Yan stepped into the house, Zhang Lu blocked her way like a little guard.

Zhang Lu looked curious, her eyes rolling around, and asked, "Sister, why did you and brother-in-law come back so late?"

As she spoke, she looked around behind Zhang Yan and found that Zhang Yan had nothing in her hands. She couldn't help but mutter, "Sister, you guys went out to eat, why don't you pack something back!"

At this time, Aunt Zhang came out of the room, raised her hand and slapped Zhang Lu on the back of the head, saying, "Why do you think about packing up your things as soon as you go out!"

Zhang Lu realized that she had said the wrong thing and quickly explained: "I just spoke too quickly."

On weekdays, when Zhang Yan goes out to eat, she often packs up a lot of delicious food to bring back.

Zhang Yan smiled helplessly and explained, "I was planning to pack it up, but Brother Yimin found the enemy spy, he chased him out, and then asked me to find the police. I didn't even have time to pack up the leftovers on the table!" Zhang
When the aunt heard this, her face instantly became nervous and she asked anxiously: "Yimin, is there anything wrong?"

In her heart, Zhou Yimin had already been chosen as her son-in-law. If something happened to Zhou Yimin, where could she find such an outstanding son-in-law? Moreover, Zhou Yimin was so capable.

Zhang Yan quickly comforted her: "Mom, Brother Yimin is fine!"

Aunt Zhang finally felt relieved and patted her chest.

Zhang Yan pretended to be jealous and said, "Mom, why don't you care about me and just ask if Brother Yimin is okay?"

Aunt Zhang was a little embarrassed and said with a smile: "Didn't you say that Yimin chased him out and you just called the police?"

Zhang Yan felt that what her mother said made sense, so she stopped pursuing the matter. Aunt Zhang breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that she had been fooled.

On the other hand, after returning to the police station, Chief Zhou kept thinking about how to express his gratitude to Zhou Yimin.

After much thought, he felt that sending a banner was the best way to express his feelings.

The next morning, Director Zhou personally went to Zhoujiazhuang with a silk banner. He rode a motorcycle on the country road, and the breeze gently brushed his cheeks, bringing a hint of fresh air.

In the fields by the roadside, the green crops swayed gently in the breeze, as if nodding to him.

Occasionally, a few sparrows flew overhead, and their chirping added a bit of vitality to this quiet journey. When he arrived at the entrance of Zhoujiazhuang, Director Zhou was stopped by the village security team.

The members of the security team were dressed in neat uniforms, with batons on their waists. They looked serious as they looked Director Zhou up and down.

Chief Zhou quickly stopped his motorcycle, took out his ID from his pocket, handed it over with both hands, and said, "Comrade, I'm the chief of the city police station, and I'm here to see Section Chief Zhou."

The security team members took the documents, checked them carefully, and after confirming that they were correct, Director Zhou said, "Comrade, I don't know where Section Chief Zhou's home is. Can you show me the way?"

As he spoke, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it over.

Normally, for such a small matter as showing someone the way, the security team members would help even if there were no cigarettes. What's more, Chief Zhou rides a motorcycle, and it would be so impressive if he could sit on it.

Soon, the security team sent a young man to lead Director Zhou.

The young man's name was A Qiang. His eyes were shining with excitement. He walked quickly to the motorcycle, sat on it carefully, and held the armrests of the back seat tightly with both hands. He thought to himself that now he could brag about it in the village.

Along the way, the motorcycle rumbled along, raising a cloud of dust.

A Qiang sat in the back seat, pointing excitedly at the scenery on the roadside from time to time. Soon, they arrived at Zhou Yimin's home.

A Qiang had to get off the bus before he could even get comfortable in his seat.

He got off the motorcycle reluctantly, his eyes still fixed on it, as if he was savoring the thrilling journey he had just had.

After Director Zhou parked the car, he walked up and knocked on the door.

Inside the house, the old man was basking in the sun in the yard. When he heard the knock on the door, he slowly got up and opened the door.

He opened the door and saw a middle-aged man in police uniform standing at the door. His heart skipped a beat and he wondered to himself, could it be that Zhou Yimin had gotten into trouble outside and now the police came to his door?
But he still pretended to be calm, smiled and asked: "Comrade, who are you looking for?"

Director Zhou replied politely: "I came here to see Section Chief Zhou!"

When the old man heard this, he felt relieved. He thought, if someone came to arrest someone, they would definitely not speak in this tone.

So, he said enthusiastically: "Comrade, then you come in first, I will go and wake Yimin up!"

The two men walked into the yard. Director Zhou looked around and saw that the yard was clean and tidy, with some farm tools neatly placed there.

Several sunflowers in the corner are blooming brightly in the sunshine, as if welcoming the arrival of guests.

When he walked into the house, he was shocked to see honey, milk powder and fruits casually placed on the table.

In this era of extreme material scarcity, these things are rare, and even for him, it is not easy to get them.

He couldn't help but admire Zhou Yimin's abilities even more.

Soon, the old man called Zhou Yimin.

Zhou Yimin was half asleep. After a quick wash, he came to the hall. When he saw Director Zhou, he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him: "Director Zhou, why are you here today?"

Director Zhou took out a silk banner from behind him and unfolded it. On it were eight big characters inscribed: "Brave and fearless, capturing enemy spies with wisdom."

He held the banner in both hands and said solemnly, "I came here today to present the banner, and also to thank you for your help yesterday. Otherwise, things would not have gone so smoothly."

When the old man saw the silk banner, he smiled brightly. He knew very well that a silk banner was not something that could be given casually, and that one must have done something great to receive it.

Zhou Yimin didn't expect Director Zhou to be so polite, but he still took the banner with both hands and said, "Thank you, Director Zhou."

Director Zhou quickly said, "Section Chief Zhou, I should be the one thanking you."

After all, capturing the enemy spies and crushing their plans is a great achievement.

If Director Zhou had not been in office for a short time, he might have been promoted further based on this achievement.

After chatting for a while, Director Zhou was about to leave. Zhou Yimin invited him, "Director Zhou, it's getting late now, why don't you have a meal here before leaving?"

Director Zhou originally didn't want to trouble Zhou Yimin's family, but he really wanted to get closer to Zhou Yimin. After hesitating for a while, he finally agreed: "Then I'm sorry to bother you, Section Chief Zhou!"

Zhou Yimin smiled and said, "Director Zhou, you don't have to be so polite. Just call me by my name."

Director Zhou was very happy, this was exactly what he expected. He quickly said, "Okay, then I'll call you Yimin! You don't have to call me Director Zhou, if you don't mind, just call me Uncle Zhou!"

He even half-jokingly said, "We both have the surname Zhou. Maybe we were from the same family five hundred years ago?"

Zhou Yimin turned and went into the kitchen and started to get busy.

He washed the rice and cooked it skillfully, then picked some fresh vegetables from his own small vegetable garden and took out some meat that he had prepared in advance.

In the kitchen, the sound of pots and pans colliding was endless, and soon, bursts of fragrance filled the air.

After careful cooking, Zhou Yimin served out dishes that were delicious and fragrant.

Director Zhou looked at the table full of delicacies and couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He praised sincerely: "Yimin, I didn't expect you to be such a good cook!"

In this age where men work outside the home and women work inside the home, many men are not very good at cooking.

Zhou Yimin said modestly: "It's nothing, I just did it casually."

Several people sat around the table, ready to eat. Zhou Yimin asked, "Uncle Zhou, can I have a drink?"

Director Zhou shook his head and said regretfully: "I have other things to do in the afternoon!"

In fact, if there weren't a lot of follow-up work related to capturing enemy spies to follow up in the afternoon, he really wanted to have a few drinks with Zhou Yimin and have a good chat.

The old man was a little disappointed when he heard that Director Zhou didn't drink. He had been thinking about getting some wine for free.

Seeing this, Zhou Yimin stopped trying to persuade them, and they all began to eat happily.

At the dinner table, everyone was enjoying the food and chatting, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Director Zhou praised Zhou Yimin's cooking skills and also gained a deeper understanding of Zhou Yimin's character and abilities.

Director Zhou was very happy with this meal. Not only did he enjoy the meal, but he was also able to get closer to Zhou Yimin. It could be said that he achieved two goals with one stone.

(End of this chapter)