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

Chapter 7 My Factory Director Father.

The staff dormitories of the An'nan Steel Plant are all five-story red brick buildings.

The leaders' family quarters are located at the very back, with two locust trees planted in front of the gate.

At 9 p.m., Yang Jinwen took a bus back downstairs.

After a day of torrential rain, the flower buds of the two locust trees fell to the ground, and the air was filled with a sweet fragrance.

He walked into the building, went upstairs, and hesitated for a moment before entering.

It was only the first day of his rebirth. Although he had seen the old man in the early hours of the morning, he was still somewhat apprehensive about facing him formally.

In his previous life, Yang Jinwen's mother passed away from illness when he was very young, and his grandfather essentially raised him single-handedly.

Even after Yang Jinwen graduated from university, joined the army, and started working, the old man Yang Dachuan did not remarry.

It's not that he doesn't want to get married, but that he has too many potential partners.

Yang Dachuan was the kind of person who was cynical and had a slightly refined temperament. Moreover, he was the deputy director of the steel plant, so naturally he had no shortage of suitors from respectable families who were widowed.

But Yang Dachuan refused them all. As a teenager, Yang Jinwen thought his father was thinking of him and didn't want him to suffer at the hands of his stepmother.

Later, he realized that his father, who was known as the "Disco King of Annan Steel Plant," was unwilling to put all his eggs in one basket.

In his previous life, when Yang Jinwen was about to become the captain of the criminal investigation team and take the next step towards becoming the deputy director, his father was diagnosed with lung cancer and passed away in less than six months.

Yang Jinwen was away on a business trip and was unable to see him one last time, which she has always regretted.

Now that he has been given a second chance at life, his feelings are naturally complicated. He is excited, but he is mostly in a daze.

Yang Jinwen took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

A moment later, a muffled voice came from inside: "You didn't even bring your keys? You've gotten lazy lately, haven't you?"

When the door opened, Yang Jinwen saw that his father had a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth.

He reached out and pulled the cigarette from his father's lips: "Smoke less!"

Yang Dachuan, wearing a t-shirt and with disco music playing in the room, frowned and said, "Are you trying to tell me what to do?"

“Starting today, you have to quit smoking.” Yang Jinwen glanced at him, walked into the living room, and turned off the recorder.

“No…” Yang Dachuan followed him over and carefully examined his son: “Something’s wrong with you, kid. I felt like you were possessed this morning!”

Yang Jinwen nodded: "Yes, I'm obsessed. My mother appeared to me in a dream and told me to keep an eye on you."

He walked to the Buddhist shrine on the south wall of the living room, where a black and white portrait of his deceased mother hung.

Yang Jinwen took out three incense sticks, lit them with a match, gently fanned out the flames with his hand, bowed three times to his mother, and then inserted the incense sticks into the incense burner.

"Mom, I've become a policeman. Remember to bless me."

Yang Dachuan stood behind him, wanting to speak, but he held back because his son was mourning his deceased wife.

"I heard early this morning that someone died in Yanzi River. You didn't kill them, did you?"

Yang Dachuan clearly remembered Yang Jinwen's behavior that morning: asking for the time, putting on a raincoat and running outside, and even going home to get his fishing rod. With such heavy rain, no one would believe he would go fishing.

In the afternoon, he also received a call from his old comrade-in-arms, Lu Shaohua, who confirmed that Yang Jinwen's joining the police force was a done deal and had been arranged long ago.

But Lu Shaohua said on the phone that he had already arranged for Yang Jinwen to report to the bureau, and that he was the one who discovered Yanzihe's body. Yang Dachuan couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Yang Jinwen didn't try to find excuses for his father like he did for He Jinbo and Zheng Kang.

Instead, he replied directly, "Dad, if I had killed someone, would you still be able to see me now? Besides, Uncle Lu even let me join the police force ahead of schedule. Don't think too much about it. Is there any leftover food? I'm hungry."

"There are vegetables, though. Aunt Xie made too much for dinner, but it's just enough for the two of us." Yang Dachuan went to the kitchen and soon brought out two bowls of meat and vegetables.

Yang Jinwen sat at the table, raising an eyebrow. "Did you make too much? This was clearly made especially for you."

Aunt Xie lives upstairs; she's the wife of the steel factory's director, and my father is trying to steal her away.

He didn't care about Yang Dachuan's private life. While picking up some food with his chopsticks, he asked, "Dad, there are a lot of laid-off workers in the north, and many factories are going out of business. How long can our steel plant hold on?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Dachuan sighed and habitually reached for a cigarette, but Yang Jinwen snatched the cigarette pack from his hand.

You need to quit smoking.

"Don't give me that!" Yang Dachuan snatched the cigarette pack away. "Only when you become the captain of the criminal investigation team will you have the right to tell me what to do."

"Did you say that?" Yang Jinwen raised an eyebrow.

"It was me who said it, let's pinky swear!" Yang Dachuan didn't think his son was that promising. How many criminal police captains are there in a city? You can count them on one hand.

In ancient times, this would have been a very high-ranking official. Wu Song used to do that, which is why he was called Wu Dutou (meaning "Captain Wu").

Yang Dachuan lit a cigarette as he wished and continued the previous topic: "I arranged for you to be a policeman because the future of our steel plant is worrying."

As the deputy factory director, I'm certainly not afraid, but to be prepared, we also need to find a way to revitalize the factory.

“Dad, you’re still young. Why don’t you go to Shenzhen and start your own business? A lot of people are flocking there now, saying that there’s gold everywhere and you can make a lot of money there.”

Yang Dachuan squinted: "You know what, several people from our factory have left to start their own businesses."

Yang Jinwen thought for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "Dad, listen to me, I have a way to make money..."

"Besides my regular job, I also need to make money," Yang Jinwen thought to himself. "I don't have time to expand and strengthen my business, but I'm always on the go."

He was the deputy factory director, a shrewd businessman, eloquent, and reasonably good-looking. Starting his own business would be no problem for him, especially since he had the advantage of being reborn.

Yang Jinwen pondered whether he could become the police chief like in his previous life, but making a fortune was certain.

Making your dad rich is the same as making yourself rich.

The premise is that Yang Dachuan should keep his distance and not have a stepmother or another child.

But Yang Jinwen couldn't think about all that at the moment. There were bound to be variables in the future, but if he stopped moving forward and hesitated because of these variables, he wouldn't be able to accomplish anything.

Yang Jinwen then proceeded to give Yang Dachuan a lecture, focusing on the current economic situation and the benefits of reform and opening up.

At first, Yang Dachuan thought the kid was talking nonsense, but the more he listened, the more alarmed he became. Wasn't this more insightful than what the people in his factory office had said?

"My son has the makings of a tycoon!" Yang Dachuan was tempted by the words and couldn't wait to take out his treasured wine for a couple of drinks.

"Son, you're right. To make money, you have to be forward-thinking. I think pagers are great. How about we stock up on a few boxes? I guarantee we'll make a fortune in the future!"

(End of this chapter)