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

Chapter 252 A Lonely Soul!
After dinner.

Wen Mo got Yang Dachuan drunk, making him stagger around.

When Yang Dachuan got excited, he insisted on taking Yang Jinwen to the Workers' Cultural Center to dance a few dances.

Unable to dissuade him, and with the relationship between the two families growing closer, Yang Jinwen and Wen Ling got engaged on National Day, so Wen Mo and Luo Chun also came along.

Since it was 9 p.m., the cultural center's dance hall was already closed, but the security guard recognized Yang Dachuan and quietly let them in.

Yang Dachuan was very familiar with the dance hall. He found a radio next to the stage, selected a cassette tape, and inserted it into the machine.

Suddenly, the empty dance hall was filled with energetic disco music.

Yang Jinwen is very familiar with this song. When he was little, Yang Dachuan often played it on the radio, but he couldn't remember the name of the song.

Yang Dachuan, dressed in a blue suit, stood in the middle of the ballroom and made a starting gesture, which is the starting gesture for Latin dance.

Wen Mo, Luo Chun, and Wen Ling sat in a row, staring at him with some amusement. Wen Ling even clapped her hands slightly.

Yang Jinwen sat a little further away, leaning forward as he looked at his old man.

As soon as the rhythm started, Yang Dachuan pointed upwards with his left hand, and his alluring figure rose up from the ground, perfectly timed with the beat.

Music, a dance hall, middle-aged men, and alluring dance moves left Wen Mo and his family staring in disbelief.

Luo Chun swallowed hard and whispered, "You know what, Yang Dachuan dances really well, better than those actors on TV."

Wen Mo glared at her: "What? You want to dance a song too?"

Luo Chun rolled her eyes at him: "I wish I could, but my ankle is bad."

Wen Mo did not give a direct evaluation of Yang Dachuan, but he had to admit that Yang Dachuan was indeed quite charming.

She danced so well, her leather shoes always keeping time with the rhythm of the music.

Seeing Yang Dachuan perform a difficult move, Wen Ling moved closer to Yang Jinwen and asked, "Has your dad always been like this?"

Yang Jinwen nodded: "He likes this."

"That's great."

Yang Jinwen didn't say anything. As soon as the music stopped, Yang Dachuan stood up straight, waiting for the second dance to start so he could switch to ballroom dancing.

Ballroom dancing requires a female partner, but no one was there to accompany him, so Yang Dachuan could only hold someone in his arms.

His movements were gentle and agile, and his eyes changed instantly.

The music flowed gently, and Yang Dachuan, without any hindrance, truly felt like he had a dance partner, dancing with great enjoyment.

But Yang Jinwen had never seen that look in his eyes before; there was relief and liberation in his eyes, a mixture of all emotions.

Wen Ling then asked, "Can you dance?"

Yang Jinwen shook his head. He remembered that when he was a child, Yang Dachuan had made him practice and even carried him across the jump, but he was very resistant to it.

"What about your mother?"

Yang Jinwen nodded: "She can, she only knows ballroom dancing, my dad taught her."

At that moment, he suddenly remembered that when he was a child, one winter, Yang Dachuan came home from get off work and said that it was snowing outside. That was the first snow of that year.

Yang Dachuan put down his briefcase, pulled his mother out of the kitchen, inserted a cassette tape into the radio, and the two of them danced a ballroom dance in front of Yang Jinwen.

He seemed to see Yang Dachuan embracing his mother, spinning around on the dance floor.

Wen Mo also noticed that Yang Dachuan was a bit tipsy, so he said to Yang Jinwen, "Your dad has drunk a lot. You take him back later. We'll go first."

"Okay." Yang Jinwen nodded.

Wen Ling wanted to stay, but after being glared at by Wen Mo, she obediently got up. "See you tomorrow."

Yang Jinwen glanced at her and said, "See you tomorrow."

After Wen Mo and his family left, only the father and son remained in the dance hall.

Yang Dachuan didn't notice this side. He kept jumping, like a lonely ghost. He jumped for a long time before he finally stumbled towards Yang Jinwen, exhausted, and sat down next to him.

"Son, did Dad embarrass you?"

"No."

"Wow, it's been so long since I've had this much fun."

"Can you still have fun without a dance partner?"

Yang Dachuan wiped the sweat from his forehead: "You don't understand."

"Dad, Wenling and I went to Aunt Zhang's house last time."

"Sure, I'll go."

"Then what do you think?"

"What can I think?" Yang Dachuan smiled. "My idea is simple: save enough money and attract investment for the steel mill. I met a Hong Kong businessman in Shenzhen. Let's see if I can trick him into... attracting some investment."

However, at our An'nan Steel Plant, the plant manager still calls the shots. He clings to the old ways of thinking and working; without reform and the introduction of new technologies, all the investment will be wasted.

I'm asking about your personal life.

"Oh." Yang Dachuan took a breath and asked in return, "What do you think of Aunt Zhang?"

"She's very shrewd and her methods are probably... She must be quite extraordinary to have reached that position."

Yang Dachuan frowned and lit a cigarette.

"Dad, you need to think this through. They're really clinging to you."

Yang Dachuan pondered for a moment and said, "You know, I chatted with your father-in-law for a long time this afternoon."

"What did we talk about?"

"He said, if I go against Zhang Chunxia, ​​I'll transfer you to the provincial capital as soon as possible. But if I were to go against Zhang Chunxia... you understand? It's hard to say whether it will be a blessing or a curse."

"Don't worry about me, no one can touch me, even if I'm just a regular detective, it's fine."

You need to think about your own affairs. I've known since I was little that you should do what you like and never think about these things too much.

"We'll talk about this later, let's go home." Yang Dachuan stood up shakily.

Yang Jinwen helped him, and the two of them walked through the corridor of the cultural center and headed out. Yang Dachuan said drunkenly, "Your mother used to dance too."

"I know."

"In a little while, light some incense for your mother and tell her about this."

"I told you so."

"What did you say?"

"She has already met with Wen Ling."

"You brought Wen Ling'er home?"

"Yes."

Yang Dachuan glanced at him sideways and laughed, "No wonder Wen Mo called me back in such a hurry, turns out it's you, kid..."

Yang Jinwen said, "Alright, what time are you leaving tomorrow morning?"

"Afternoon."

"Since we still have time this morning, shall I take the day off and spend it with you?"

"Forget it, I have to go to the government compound. I'll come back here. If I don't go and see her, who knows what Zhang Chunxia is thinking?"

Yang Dachuan didn't drive back; the father and son took a taxi home.

After entering the house, Yang Dachuan took off his shoes, quickly lit incense for his deceased wife, and then went to the bedroom, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep.

After washing up, Yang Jinwen went to his room to rest, but he couldn't fall asleep. When he got up in the middle of the night, he opened the bedroom door and saw Yang Dachuan sitting on the sofa, staring at his deceased mother's portrait, holding a cigarette in his hand and slowly smoking it.

Yang Jinwen didn't disturb him and quietly retreated into the bedroom.

The next morning, he got up and went to the living room. Yang Dachuan had already left, and there was a note on the dining table: "Son, take care of yourself."

Yang Jinwen sighed, changed his clothes, and rode his bicycle to the bank to deposit the 800,000 yuan in cash that Yang Dachuan had left him.

Yang Dachuan came back three times. The first time he brought back one million, the second time he brought back 500,000, and this time he brought 800,000 for buying a house and a car, for a total of 2.3 million.

Last night at dinner, we were discussing looking at a house soon, but after thinking it over, Wen Mo decided not to buy one yet, since Wen Ling and Yang Jinwen are not getting married until next year.

Most importantly, Yang Jinwen may be transferred again in the future.

There is a very good chance that I will be transferred to the provincial capital, where I will need to buy a house.

If Yang Jinwen marries Wen Ling before the transfer, Wen Ling can be transferred to the provincial capital as a family member, which is a logical thing to do.

After Yang Jinwen left the bank, the bank manager personally saw him out.

With so much money deposited, and so many gifts from the bank, Yang Jinwen couldn't take it all and planned to come back after get off work.

Upon arriving at the Major Crimes Unit's office, Yang Jinwen saw breakfast on his desk.

Without a doubt, this was brought to him by Wen Ling. Their relationship had progressed rapidly, and even if Wen Mo was unwilling, he had to swallow the past.

As Yang Jinwen was eating breakfast, Maozi and Qi Bin arrived carrying bags; both of them lived in the dormitory.

"Good morning, Captain Yang." The two greeted each other, looking rather listless.

Yang Jinwen asked, "How is Lai Changyu doing?"

The cat replied, "The bullet has been removed; it's nothing serious."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Cat watched him eat the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) and swallowed hard.

Yang Jinwen took one out of the newspaper and handed it to him and Qi Bin: "There are two more, you can eat them."

"Isn't that a bit inappropriate?" Cat said, but she reached out and took the one, then handed one to Qi Bin.

"Oh, it smells so good! Where did you buy this?" Cat took a bite and felt all the lethargy she felt that morning vanish.

"I don't know, it was bought by forensic doctor Wen."

The cat took a couple of bites, then hesitated, "I ate your breakfast, she won't kill me, will she?"

"Who wants to kill you?"

At this moment, He Jinbo came in from outside, carrying a cardboard box in his arms. Behind him were Yao Weihua and Cai Ting, who lived outside and had just started working.

The cat stepped aside and obediently said, "Good morning, Master."

"Meat for breakfast? That's so extravagant!"

"Given by forensic doctor Wen."

He Jinbo placed the cardboard box on the small conference table and said, "Break off a piece for me."

The cat reluctantly tore off a piece from its lower part, the part with the most flesh, and handed it to him.

He Jinbo took it and popped it into his mouth: "Wow, it smells so good."

As he chewed, he said, “Recently, we have been cracking down hard, and those who should be arrested have been arrested. The supplementary investigation will be handled by others. You are only responsible for interrogation and writing up the case files.”

Besides, we live in the information age now. To ensure close cooperation during missions, the bureau has invested heavily in purchasing a batch of PHS (Personal Handyphone System) phones—one for each person.

Cat's eyes widened: "Wow, a mobile phone! I've heard that a lot of people in the provincial capital use this thing. It must be very expensive, right?"

"What do you think? But there's no need to keep making phone calls. Phone bills are very expensive. Our bureau's monthly phone bill is astronomical."

The cat said sullenly, "Then what would I do with this thing?"

"You idiot... If you were in danger, could you immediately contact your colleagues nearby to save your life? Look at your lack of awareness!"
Oh, by the way, I've picked up the mobile phones for you. You'll need to go to the logistics department to sign something in a bit; you'll need a prepaid card to make calls. Go get one yourself.

Yao Weihua asked, "Captain He, have the embezzled funds been turned into operating funds?"

"Be careful what you say, be careful what you say!"

He Jinbo took out a PHS phone from the cardboard box, gave one to each person, then picked up the box and wandered around to other offices.

From morning until noon, everyone in the Major Crimes Unit's office, including Yang Jinwen, was fiddling with their mobile phones.

(End of this chapter)