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

Chapter 71 I'm off to start my own business!

"My son Jinwen, seeing this letter is like seeing you in person."

Don't blame your dad for not telling you. I told you before that our steel plant's profits were declining and it was on the verge of collapse.

As the deputy factory director, I am deeply worried and heartbroken.

What will become of our 5,000 workers at the Anan Steel Plant? My father is helpless, unable to do anything about it.

My son, I know your character. You are honest and kind, but not tactful enough. You have a handsome appearance but nothing to offer.

During your work hours, you should flatter your superiors, say nice things, and share their burdens. This is how you secure your future, understand?

My dad keeps two bottles of good liquor in his room, one is Moutai, and the other is also Moutai.

Take one bottle and send it to your master. Don't worry about the money; it's for your own good.

As for the other bottle of Moutai, I'm taking it with me, Dad.

After you finished your work, I took a leave of absence without pay and went south to Shenzhen with Jiang Hong to start a business, while also looking for a way to save the steel plant.

At first, Lao Jiang was unwilling to come with me, but when I told him that his name was on the list of layoffs at the end of the year, he immediately agreed to go with me to make a living.

Don't worry about Dad, Dad is going to work hard to create a bright future for us, father and son.

I am still young, not yet fifty. Though I am an old horse in its stall, I still aspire to gallop a thousand miles.

By the way, could you wash my dirty clothes when you have time? If my business fails and I come back, at least I'll have clothes to cover myself.

Also, if those aunties and grandmas from the steel factory come to our house and ask about my situation, you can answer truthfully.

Especially your Aunt Xie, please take good care of her for me. She's a really good woman. If nothing unexpected happens, she might become your stepmother in the future.

Take care of yourself, don't worry about me.

Aunt Xie?
Yang Jinwen was suddenly stunned. His cheap old man was actually having an affair with the wife of the steel mill's top boss?
Will she have to become her own stepmother in the future?
But Aunt Xie didn't get divorced at all!

They were a perfect couple, a loving husband and wife, and their relationship was so wonderful. How could I, Lao Deng, have stolen their partner?

Yang Jinwen immediately understood: Lao Deng wasn't going to Shenzhen to start a business at all!
This was clearly an attempt to poach the factory manager's employee; they must have been discovered and had no choice but to flee.

Yang Jinwen sighed, and the upright and righteous note in his hand suddenly felt a little hot.

Fortunately, my dad still has some sense of shame and knows to go away and hide for a while, so I can have some peace and quiet for a while.

He put the letter away and started cleaning the house, since he had to live in the dormitory, and the Major Crimes Unit was on call 24/7 with no fixed working hours.

Maozi helped out, but he didn't know how to use the washing machine, so Yang Jinwen had to teach him how.

"So advanced!"

Cat watched the washing machine dancing on the balcony and sighed, "If I bought one for my mom, she wouldn't be so tired. She gets chilblains from washing clothes in the winter."

Yang Jinwen cleaned up the food scraps in the refrigerator and said with a smile, "You're not planning to buy a TV?"

Cat shook her head and said very seriously, "Let's buy a washing machine instead. My mom does farm work every day, and besides cooking, she also has to do laundry. She works too hard."

Yang Jinwen walked to the side of the living room and pulled back a piece of gauze covering the dust.

“I’m not kidding when I say I’ll give you one. This Changhong TV is 21 inches. When you have a holiday, take it home.”

Cat looked at the brand-new television and was tempted. His sister's face appeared in his mind, and he firmly shook his head and said, "I can't accept something for nothing. I don't want it."

"Really don't want it?" Yang Jinwen nodded: "It'll break easily if I leave it. I'll go find a second-hand appliance dealer and sell it to them."

"Hey, please don't!" Cat swallowed hard. "If all else fails, you can just sell it to me secondhand."

"Okay! Take it for one hundred bucks."

Cat felt sorry for him and said, "Did you sell it too cheaply?"

"One hundred yuan is fine," Yang Jinwen said. "It's just sitting idle anyway."

"Alright!" Maozi unzipped his pants, then his underwear, and pulled out a hundred-yuan bill. He only had a hundred yuan left, and reluctantly handed it to Yang Jinwen: "Here, take it."

Yang Jinwen's face darkened, and he said with a slight toothache, "It doesn't have to be that much. Just deduct the cost of the meal and give me 77 yuan and 2 mao."

"And I don't want it now. You can give me the money when you get your vacation and go home."

"No way, I've already gotten a great deal!" Cat replied very seriously, forcefully stuffing the money into his hand.

The cat happily stroked the frame of the television, preparing to turn it on and see how it worked.

Yang Jinwen felt the warmth of the banknotes in his palms and thought they were burning hot.

He wondered if his father and Uncle Jiang had bought underwear like this when they went to Shenzhen to start their own businesses, so they could hide money.

There have been quite a few highway robbers and bandits in recent years.

After cleaning, Yang Jinwen locked the door and followed Maozi downstairs carrying large and small bags.

The bag contained used daily necessities such as laundry detergent, soap, bar soap, and toothpaste, which would easily spoil if left at home, so it was definitely meant to be taken back to the dormitory.

It was already 6:30 pm, and the two of them didn't plan to eat out, mainly because they didn't have any money.

After returning to the branch office, they put their things down and went straight to the canteen.

As soon as they entered, they saw He Jinbo wielding a large ladle in the shop window, wearing a white apron with the words "Shuangqiao MSG" written on it.

Besides him, Jiang Jianbing was chopping duck meat on the cutting board with a kitchen knife, while Xu Guoliang was chopping green and red peppers.

Five large round tables had been set up in the canteen, and people from the criminal investigation team, the technical team, and the archives were all there.

These people were cracking sunflower seeds and eating watermelon, chatting and laughing, making quite a scene.

Wen Ling had already returned from the provincial capital. Upon seeing Yang Jinwen, she hurriedly waved and said, "Come here."

Yang Jinwen glanced at the table in the archives room, where Zou Jiahui was waving at him.

The cat stood behind him, feeling that people's joys and sorrows were not the same, and he only felt that it was noisy.

"Step aside."

Maozi pushed Yang Jinwen aside and went to sit at the table in the logistics department. He was very clear about his position.

Yang Jinwen was caught in a dilemma, so he could only point to the shop window and smile at the two people, saying, "I'll go and help them out."

Wen Ling's pretty face fell, and she glared fiercely at Zou Jiahui, who also squinted. Their gazes met in the air, and they fought a fierce battle in the void.

After Yang Jinwen went in, he first greeted Old Fan, who had his hands behind his back, saying, "Uncle Fan."

Old Fan nodded to him, then pointed at He Jinbo and criticized, "When the oil is only 30% hot, drop in the ginger slices, let them sink slowly to the bottom, and then swirl them in the oil!"

Heat the oil to about 60% of its maximum temperature. Once the scallions float to the surface, start stir-frying the duck meat! Do you understand?

He Jinbo turned around, sweating profusely, and said modestly with a smile, "Isn't this because we need Captain Fan to guide our work? You are a senior, and we juniors learn from your experience and lessons."

Seeing his fawning manner, Yang Jinwen sensed something was amiss.

He strolled up behind Jiang Jianbing and whispered, "Uncle Jiang, what's wrong with Captain He? Is there some happy occasion tonight? Why is the meal so lavish?"

Jiang Jianbing glanced over there and, seeing that He Jinbo and Lao Fan weren't paying attention to him, he whispered, "Lao Zhang is being transferred, and Captain He is getting promoted. He's treating us tonight."

Yang Jinwen's eyes widened. In his memory, He Jinbo had worked his way up to retirement and was still the deputy captain of the criminal police.

He hurriedly asked, "Where is my master?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, your master will take over Lao He's position."

"No, I'm asking someone else."

With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Xu Guoliang said sullenly, "He went to that noodle shop on Jianmin Road and took my only ten yuan, saying it was to buy some malt candy for the victim's child. That damned old Zheng!"

(End of this chapter)