You're supposed to be a security officer, what case are you solving?

Chapter 200 The Father is More Awesome Than the Son! (Begging for Monthly Tickets)
After breakfast, Yang Dachuan's grandparents stuffed local specialties into the trunk of his car.

There's no land to farm at home; all we grow are cured meats and eggs.

Although Yang Dachuan didn't want to eat, he didn't refuse either.

After they finished their work, Yang Dachuan looked at the elderly couple and nodded: "Dad, Mom, don't worry, I'll come back after this year's work is done and take care of you in your old age."

Yang Bin stood at a distance, smoking a cigarette, but his feet kept shifting back and forth without moving forward.

Grandma held his hand and said, "Take care of yourself."

"I know."

Yang Dachuan waved to the old man with a relaxed expression: "Dad, I'm leaving."

Yang Bin glared at him and turned away.

Yang Dachuan climbed into the driver's seat, and Yang Jinwen followed him in. He then noticed that his father's expression had changed instantly.

After the car started driving, Yang Dachuan looked at the rearview mirror but didn't pay attention to the road at all.

The figures of my grandparents in the rearview mirror grew farther and farther away, smaller and smaller.

Yang Dachuan wiped his eyes and sniffed.

Yang Jinwen glanced at him but didn't say anything.

After driving a short distance, Yang Dachuan stopped the car and said seriously, "I'm going to pee."

Yang Jinwen wondered, "We've only just started our journey..."

"Everyone has to go to the bathroom sometimes."

"Hurry up."

"Okay, that won't take up much time."

Yang Dachuan got out of the car and jogged towards the back.

After he disappeared from sight, Yang Jinwen also got out of the car and stood on a large rock by the roadside. Suddenly, he saw Yang Dachuan kneeling on the road, kowtowing three times in the direction of home.

In front of the house nestled in the mountains, Grandma had already gone inside, but Grandpa was already on the road, staring in the direction the car had left.

Because of the trees providing cover, people of all ages, young, old, and old, cannot see each other.

After kowtowing, Yang Dachuan quickly got up, bowed his head, and walked back.

Yang Jinwen quickly jumped off the rock, returned to the car, and pursed his lips tightly.

A moment later, Yang Dachuan got into the car. As he drove, he said, "I saw this morning that your grandfather planted several fruit trees next to the house. There are loquats, tangerines, and peaches. In a few years, we will have more fruit than we can eat."

"Yes."

"Your grandma's chicken soup is delicious."

"Delicious."

“When your mother and I first got married, we planted an osmanthus tree in the vegetable garden. Did you see it? It grew really tall.”

"Ah."

Yang Dachuan glanced at his son: "What's wrong? Why are you unhappy?"

Yang Jinwen pursed his lips and shook his head: "It's nothing."

Yang Dachuan smiled and said, "Are you scared going to Director Wen's house later?"

"What am I afraid of?"

"That's good, don't be afraid. Your old man will do whatever it takes to help you make a better future!"
"Just stay at the North City Branch and work hard. When I come back, I'll buy you a car and a house, and I'll make sure you're good enough for Director Wen's daughter."

Yang Jinwen touched his nose and replied, "I'm not working at the Chengbei branch anymore..."

Upon hearing this, Yang Dachuan immediately slammed on the brakes and then glared at him.

"You little brat, I finally got you in, and you just quit! If you don't work properly, how are you going to survive in An'nan City? Do you think Director Wen would even look at you?"

"Can you let me finish what I have to say?"

"Fine, go ahead and tell me. I'm listening. If you dare to mess around, I'll beat you like a zebra in front of your mother's portrait with a clothes hanger."

"I've been transferred to the Municipal Bureau."

"The Municipal Bureau?" Yang Dachuan asked curiously, "Director Wen abused his power for personal gain? You're quite something, kid. Did you completely fool that girl's daughter?"

"I'm not as good as you..." Yang Jinwen rolled her eyes and explained her work in detail.

Yang Dachuan blinked: "The deputy captain of the serious crimes squad? The one who handles murder cases?"

"Yes."

"No, Wen Mo is dishonest. Why are you a criminal investigator? Dealing with murderers all day is too dangerous."

"What isn't dangerous right now? Don't even think about me. Think your own situation through carefully."

Yang Dachuan started the car: "Okay, you think about what gifts to buy for them."

"No need to buy any, the local specialties in Grandma's trunk will suffice."

"So stingy?"

"If you're not stingy, when will you be able to save the laid-off workers from the steel mill?"

"That's true." Yang Dachuan chuckled.

In room 206 of building five in the An'nan City government compound, Wen Ling got up and immediately started wiping tables and windows.

Wenling's mother, Luo Chun, returned from the market with groceries, put on an apron, and rushed to the kitchen.

Only Wen Mo sat on the sofa, legs crossed, reading today's newspaper.

Despite being the second-in-command at the Municipal Public Security Bureau and holding a high position, Wen Mo is the one who gets the most disdain at home.

Wen Ling, mopping the floor, called out in disgust, "Lift your foot!"

Wen Mo raised his leg properly.

Luo Chun called out from the kitchen, "Old Wen, I forgot to buy soy sauce. Go out and buy a bottle."

Wen Mo frowned and shouted, "Why are you always so forgetful?"

Luo Chun poked her head out of the kitchen, glaring at him angrily: "Are you going or not?"

"I'm not going." Wen Mo covered his face with the newspaper in his hand.

Luo Chun put his hands on his hips and said, "Old Wen, Yang Jinwen and his father are coming today. His father has gone to great lengths to come back and forth. You approve of Jinwen, and so do I. Is it so hard to ask you to do something?"

Wen Mo revealed his face and replied, "Don't make a big deal out of it. Your forgetful nature has nothing to do with people coming to eat."

After saying that, he quickly covered his face with the newspaper.

Luo Chun frowned and gritted her teeth, saying, "When I gave birth to Wenling, I wasn't fully recovered during my postpartum period. You were busy then and couldn't take care of me. How did I get through that month? I had to take care of such a small child like Wenling and get out of bed to cook for myself. Now, whenever I get angry, my head throbs, I feel suffocated, and my memory has deteriorated."

I did it all for this family…

Before she could finish speaking, Wen Mo sighed heavily and threw the newspaper onto the sofa.

"It's just soy sauce, right? I'll buy you two bottles."

Luo Chun's expression changed swiftly: "We're out of MSG too, and I forgot to buy scallions. Bring them all back with you."

"I knew it." Wen Mo shook his head helplessly. "We might as well eat out."

Luo Chun said, "It's the Lunar New Year, and you want to eat out? What were you thinking?"

Wen Ling chimed in, "That's right, Yang Jinwen has never been to our house before."

After she finished speaking, she saw her father glare at her before leaving the house, and Wen Ling stuck out her tongue.

"You're already thinking about other people? Let me tell you, it's not that easy!" Wen Mo cursed as he left the house.

Wen Ling put the mop on the balcony and said to Luo Chun, "Mom, I'll kill the fish."

"No, no, I'm afraid of your hands."

Wen Ling complained, "No, how could you dislike me?"

"I dislike everyone, so don't come into my kitchen. Just eat later."

Wen Ling pouted: "Killing fish is so simple, much easier than me butchering it, and it will definitely taste better than what you make."

"Get out!" Luo Chun glared at her.

Wen Ling then asked, "Where did my dad hide his wine?"

"I'm not drinking today."

"How about that?"

"Drinking, all you know is drinking! How can a girl like you drink more than a man? Last night, you and your dad drank two bottles of Wuliangye, I don't know how you drank them all!"

Wen Ling sighed, "I don't know either. It's strange that she can't get drunk."

Luo Chun, holding a kitchen knife, leaned out of the kitchen and stared at her: "Let me tell you, you're not married yet. If you want my grandson to be healthy in the future, you'd better quit drinking."

"I'm not addicted to alcohol."

"That's for the best. Your dad drinks for socializing and for work. Why would a girl like you drink so much?"

“Yes, I won’t drink that anymore. I’ll drink AD calcium milk.” Wen Ling nodded.

At this time, Yang Dachuan drove his car to the government compound, registered, and parked it next to the basketball court.

The compound of government offices has very distinct features: the buildings are old, the trees are lush, and even in winter, there are still many green trees, as if they are deliberately designed to prevent outsiders from seeing what's inside.

In addition, the security guards are very vigilant, checking visitors' ID cards and recognizing their faces.

After getting out of the car, Yang Dachuan said somewhat uneasily, "Son, I have a bad feeling about this."

Yang Jinwen was very familiar with the government compound because he had once eaten there for a month.

He took out some local specialties from the trunk and comforted them, saying, "It's not that coincidental. Secretary Zhang lives behind the building."

"Hmm." Yang Dachuan nodded and straightened his suit.

The father and son carried their belongings and walked towards Building 5.

Yang Dachuan kept his head down the whole way, because he knew many of the residents who were taking a walk downstairs.

As they passed a small shop, the two happened to run into Wen Mo, who was carrying two bottles of soy sauce.

Yang Dachuan immediately put on a charming demeanor: "Director Wen, hello."

Wen Mo handed the soy sauce bottle to Yang Jinwen and shook his hand: "Director Yang, it's been a long time. Come on, let's go upstairs and talk."

"Alright." Yang Dachuan was also tall, half a head taller than Wen Mo.

He walked side by side with Wen Mo, chatting enthusiastically.

Yang Jinwen followed behind them, carrying two bags of local specialties.

The compound of government offices is indeed very quiet, with tall trees and the sound of birds chirping coming from a balcony. I guess it's a retired cadre keeping a bird in his spare time.

As we approached the bottom of the stairs, a group of people suddenly came up the steps on the right.

Below the steps are basketball and badminton courts.

Yang Jinwen noticed that Yang Dachuan, who was standing in front, had stopped moving, so Wen Mo quickly made way for him.

A middle-aged woman wearing a white down jacket tilted her head and looked at Yang Dachuan, her eyes holding a half-smile.

Wen Mo blinked and greeted, "Secretary Zhang, Happy New Year!"

Zhang Chunxia nodded, without even looking at him.

Yang Dachuan swallowed hard: "Secretary Zhang, Happy New Year."

"Da Chuan, when did you get back?"

Yang Dachuan didn't dare look at her at all: "Yesterday."

"Want to come to my place and have a chat?"

"Uh……"

Zhang Chunxia was followed by a group of leading cadres, all of whom held high positions. She whispered to the people behind her, "That's it for today. It's the New Year, and they won't even let me have an easy time. Once you've discussed it, just get the Housing and Construction Bureau to approve it."

"Yes, Secretary." The secretary, carrying a briefcase, nodded and immediately left with his men.

"Come on, Da Chuan. Didn't you used to like listening to classical music? I have a record player and some Chopin vinyl records. I'll take you to listen to them; the sound quality is quite good."

"I was just showing off..." Yang Dachuan trembled.

Yang Jinwen quickly stuffed the local specialties in his hand into his hand.

Wen Mo immediately said, "Then, Secretary Zhang, I won't bother you any longer."

Zhang Chunxia nodded.

Wen Mo quickly led Yang Jinwen away, leaving Yang Dachuan standing there with his chin slightly raised, revealing a faint sadness, looking as if he were about to go to the execution ground.

An hour later, Wen Ling sat at the table, drinking AD calcium milk while watching Yang Jinwen picking up food, and asked, "Wait, what exactly is your dad here for?"

Yang Jinwen shook his head: "I don't know."

Wen Mo and Luo Chun exchanged a glance and both sighed softly.

He thought to himself, "The father is definitely more powerful than the son..."

(End of this chapter)