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

Chapter 353 Eat five first, then cook five more!
Yang Jinwen thought that Wen Ling wouldn't let her off the hook tonight, and that they would at least have a fierce battle.

But he was wrong; Wen Ling took him directly to the police family compound.

Wen Mo knew that the Third Brigade was going to have a get-together, so he rushed to cook two dishes himself, waiting for his daughter and son-in-law to arrive so they could have a couple of drinks.

As soon as Yang Jinwen entered, he heard Wen Mo humming a little tune, her spirits high.

As Luo Chun gestured for them to change their shoes, he smiled and said, "Your dad has been in office for several months now, and this is still the happiest day of his life."

Wen Mo unscrewed the cap of the Moutai bottle, gestured for Yang Jinwen to sit down, and ignored Wen Ling.

"How could I not be happy? I strongly insisted on reorganizing the Third Brigade, and I also strongly insisted on transferring Jinwen up. I risked my career, and the fact that these two cases were solved so quickly proves that I made the right bet."

Luo Chun rolled her eyes at him: "It's all thanks to Jinwen's talent."

That's how sons-in-law are. When they first bring their own daughters into the family, they can't stand them no matter what. But once everything settles down, they can stand them no matter what.

Yang Jinwen was not only pleasing to the eye, but also capable. Even if Wen Mo felt that her own cabbage had been taken by a pig, it was still worthwhile.

"Let's have two drinks, just two."

Yang Jinwen accepted the wine glass with both hands, naturally not wanting to dampen his father-in-law's spirits.

After Wen Ling sat down, she took the wine her father handed her with one hand and took a small sip: "This is good wine."

Old drinkers are like this: they taste it first, then take a sip to moisten their throat.

Wen Ling was no exception. After finishing her drink, she nodded and asked, "Who sent this?"

Wen Mo glanced at her sideways: "Drink less alcohol, all day long."

Wen Ling shrugged: "Forget it, I'll drink less when you quit drinking."

“You’re a girl…”

Wen Ling glared at the old man.

Wen Mo shut up and continued the previous topic: "It was a gift from your brother."

"Which brother?"

"Chief of the First Division of the Provincial Public Security Department's Investigation Department."

"A gentle ode?"

"You have no manners, that's your cousin."

Is he still going through a divorce with his sister-in-law?

"They've already divorced."

"They should have divorced long ago." Wen Ling picked up her chopsticks, saw only five dumplings on the plate, and frowned. "Director Wen, who can eat five?"

"Eat five first, then boil five more. Eat them while they're still hot in the pot."

Wen Ling felt that Lao Deng had changed: "No, why not cook them all in one pot?"

Luo Chun chimed in, "Your dad came to the provincial capital to become an official, and he picked up a whole bunch of bad habits. He insists on eating dumplings piping hot, and he cooks them in groups of five. I don't know where that trend came from."

Wen Mo retorted, "You don't understand. They cook them one by one. What do you call that?"

“Truly!” Luo Chun interjected, then glared at him again: “See, Wen Ling’er, your father has become spoiled, detached from the masses, detached from the proletariat…”

"Don't talk nonsense." Wen Mo quickly interjected, "You've been through this, if it were in the past..."

"Ptooey, ptooey..." Luo Chun quickly slapped his mouth.

She picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of hot dumpling, and handed it to Yang Jinwen's bowl: "Jinwen, eat."

"Okay, thank you, Auntie." Yang Jinwen picked up a dumpling with her chopsticks, dipped it in a little vinegar, took a bite, and felt that her taste had improved.

Wen Mo asked, "Is it delicious?"

"Ah."

Wen Ling raised a glass: "Dad, when I came, Jinwen and the others had solved a cold case. After that, did they take on a new case?"

Seeing that they were getting down to business, Wen Mo looked at Yang Jinwen and asked, "What do you think?"

Yang Jinwen put down his chopsticks and replied, "Solving old cases is also an option."

Wen Mo quickly waved his hand: "That won't do. Cold cases can be solved anytime, but not now. This first case has already embarrassed the First and Second Detachments."

Especially Wu Kai, although he is a layer away from me, we should go along with each other and not dwell on the cases that others haven't solved.

Furthermore, it's already November. Although you've just arrived, the case-solving rate still needs to be calculated at the end of the year.

To avoid looking too bad at the end of the year, I figured the Third Brigade should take on some new cases.

Yang Jinwen nodded: "I'll follow your instructions."

Wen Mo squinted: "The First Brigade has solved eleven cases so far, and the Second Brigade has solved nine."

Of course, our Qincheng Public Security system has more than just these newly reported homicide cases. Qincheng has eleven districts and two counties under its jurisdiction, and homicides occur every day.

"Let's not talk about them, let's talk about our city bureau. Right now, the first team has a case on hand, and the second team just took on a robbery-murder case. If any more cases are reported in the next few days, it'll be the third team's turn."

Yang Jinwen frowned: "Our Third Brigade has a small number of people."

Wen Mo waved his hand: "There are few people, but it will take until the new year to mobilize them. You can make do for now. If you need more people, contact the logistics department. I think Wu Daqing is a good guy. You can train him well."

Yang Jinwen understood that his father-in-law was promoting a newcomer. Of course, there were others in the Qincheng Detachment who had expressed their support to him, but the fact that Wu Daqing caught his eye proved that he was indeed a good person.

He nodded: "I know."

Wen Mo continued, "You're new here and not very familiar with the personnel in the bureau yet. This Lu Ruixiang used to be the captain of the criminal investigation team of the Xing'an District Public Security Bureau. He worked on the front line his whole life and is very capable. You should respect him."

As for Shen Wenzhu, she has powerful backers in the provincial government.

Yang Jinwen frowned: "Backer? Who is it?"

"Do you remember the family murder case at the fertilizer plant in Lingmeng County last year?"

"Of course I know."

"At the time, the case was at a standstill. People from the provincial department came down to prepare to form a special task force. There was a senior police officer named Shao Jianfeng. Do you remember him?"

Yang Jinwen recalled, "It seems there was such a person."

“Shen Wenzhu is his student.”

"Oh, I see."

Yang Jinwen recalled the small restaurant where they had dinner that evening and asked, "There's a restaurant called 'Chongguang Restaurant' next to our detachment. I heard that the owner of this restaurant is Shen Wenzhu's cousin?"

"Really?" Wen Mo blinked, clearly unaware of this. Yang Jinwen waved his hand: "I was just asking casually."

Wen Mo shook his head: "I'll have Secretary Bai investigate tomorrow. This matter could be a big deal or a small deal."

Yang Jinwen felt that he shouldn't have asked any more questions.

Wen Ling drank several glasses of wine while looking around furtively.

Luo Chun found it strange: "What are you looking at?"

"The family housing they assigned to you is so small? Just a two-bedroom apartment?"

"Your father and I still think it's spacious..." Luo Chun said, then suddenly stopped. She was a smart woman; just by looking at Wen Ling'er, she knew what she was thinking.

"Sigh..." She sighed, got up and went back to her bedroom. When she came out again, she handed a key to Wen Ling'er.

Here, take it.

Wen Mo asked in confusion, "What's this?"

Luo Chun said, "Their wedding room was bought by Yang Dachuan and Secretary Zhang. Before we came to the provincial capital, Wen Ling'er gave me the key and asked me to go over and clean it."

Wen Mo was taken aback: "Yang Jinwen has a dormitory to live in, but Ling'er is staying tonight..."

"Cough cough..."

Wen Ling coughed twice: "We've had our drinks and dumplings, so we won't disturb you two any longer."

Wen Mo blinked, his heart clenching. He pointed with his chopsticks to the bedroom next door: "A room... a room is reserved for you..."

Wen Ling ignored him, picked up her briefcase, and looked at Yang Jinwen: "What are you standing there for? Come on, don't the old folks need a rest? Do you think you have as much energy as me?"

In broad daylight, openly and brazenly, Yang Jinwen had no right to do it.

He wanted to refuse firmly, but then he thought that Wen Ling had come all this way, probably under the guise of work, so how could he spoil her mood?
But with his father-in-law and mother-in-law in front of him, he couldn't show any enthusiasm.

"Auntie, Director Wen, you should get some rest," Yang Jinwen said, feeling quite embarrassed.

Wen Ling smiled and said, "Mom, save some breakfast for tomorrow. We'll come over first thing in the morning."

"Get out! Get out!" Wen Mo's good mood vanished completely.

After Wen Ling stepped out the door, Wen Mo threw down his chopsticks and cursed, "That damned Yang Dachuan!"

Luo Chun sighed and said, "Why did you curse Jinwen's father for no reason?"

"I'm going to curse! I love to curse! So what? Are you worried about me?"

Luo Chun pointed at his nose: "Old Wen, watch your mouth, or I'll tear your mouth apart!"

Wen Mo shrank his neck: "Alright, alright, I'm going to sleep."

"The dishes and chopsticks have been taken to be washed."

"Let's take a shower!"

Wen Mo rushed into the bedroom, feeling an itch in his palms; it had been a long time since he'd drawn a gun and shot someone.

After Wen Ling and Yang Jinwen went downstairs, they went to the main road outside and hailed a taxi.

Wen Ling took his arm and sat in the back seat, smiling as she asked, "Where shall we go tomorrow?"

Yang Jinwen smiled and said, "I'm not familiar with the provincial capital."

“I know it well. I went to university in the provincial capital. How about I introduce you to my old classmates? Or we can go see the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.”

At this moment, the taxi driver muttered, "What's so interesting about the crappy Big Wild Goose Pagoda?"

Wen Ling glared at the back of his head and said to Yang Jinwen, "How about we go to the ancient city wall?"

The driver added, "The ancient city wall has been haunted lately, and it's so damp that grass is growing all over it."

"Hey, I'm telling you..." Wen Ling got angry.

The driver turned around and saw a very honest-looking man. He apologized, "I'm sorry, I was just talking nonsense. The Big Wild Goose Pagoda is beautiful, it's where Tang Sanzang preached Buddhism after returning from his pilgrimage."

Wen Ling didn't want to talk to him and crossed her arms, but she couldn't hold on no matter how many times she tried.

Yang Jinwen comforted him, saying, "How about we go to the Terracotta Army? I haven't been there yet."

Wen Ling nodded: "Okay."

Twenty minutes later, the taxi arrived at a very upscale residential area in Tayan District called Yunding International.

This is the first time the couple has visited their new home since the house was registered under their names.

"Wow, look at that! A row of Roman columns in front of the door, so grand!" Wen Ling exclaimed in surprise. "And a fountain too."

Yang Jinwen also felt that this place was too high-end.

The driver parked the car at the entrance of the residential area and said, "Thank you, three yuan."

Yang Jinwen paid the fare, and he and Wen Ling got out of the car and walked into the residential area.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous; looking at my own house felt like opening a blind box.

"You rich bastard." The driver glanced at them and drove off.

Not long after, he passed the intersection two streets away and saw three people waving on the side of the street, two men and one woman.

The driver initially intended to drive away, but after glancing at the young girl, he stopped the car in front of them.

The car door was immediately opened, one person sat in the passenger seat, and the other two people sat in the back seat.

The driver asked, "Where to?"

A young man in the passenger seat replied, "Northwest suburbs."

"It's too far, we can't go."

"You have to go, whether you like it or not!"

The young man wore a melon-shaped woolen hat, his hands were in his shirt pockets, and he stared at him sideways.

The driver glanced at him, his heart skipped a beat, and his tone lowered: "Brothers, can you let me off the hook?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a steel cable wrapped around his throat, choking him so much that he couldn't speak. He could only hear one sentence.

"Drive! If you try anything funny, I'll kill you!"

　Sorry for the lateness, I was too busy today.

　　oz2
　　
　
(End of this chapter)