Uncle Shazhu, a simple-minded man in a courtyard house, persuades people with reason.

Today is the day the working group will hand over power to the old government at the Beiping Kuomintang government building on Fuyou Street. He Ping'an, as the de facto head of Beiping's administration, will greet the working group along with other Kuomintang officials.

"Beep...beep!"

A few crisp horn blasts signaled the arrival of the convoy. He Ping'an stepped forward, briefly explaining the situation to everyone, before stepping aside. His gaze swept back and forth across the convoy behind, a striking figure catching his eye.

Bai Ling, who had just gotten off the bus, seemed to sense something. When she met the intense gaze, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

With his beloved, whom he hadn't seen for two years, so close, He Ping'an rushed forward. "It's a pity the occasion isn't right; I can't hug you or even wipe away your tears! How have you been these past two years? Have you missed me? I've missed you so much!"

Bai Ling wiped away her tears. "Yes, I'm doing well, I just miss you, I miss you so much...!"

"I'll go ahead first, and I'll come find you when I'm done. Wait for me!" He Ping'an pointed to the group of people handing over the work ahead and left with a smile.

After a few brief words of conversation, the handover was completed! In the conference room... He Ping'an received his new appointment: Senior Officer of the Military Control Commission and Temporary Commander of the Armed Police Brigade with an uncertain duration!

Downstairs, the reeds were lush and green. After finally making it to the end of the meeting, He Ping'an couldn't wait to embrace his beloved.

"He Ping'an, what's your rush? He's right there, he can't run away!"

He Ping'an showed no warmth whatsoever at seeing his old leader again, not even turning his head: "I'm afraid some hothead will fire a tirade and send my Jianjia abroad again. Where will I find someone then?"

Luo Chengjun, who had been in a good mood, suddenly turned pale. Ever since his nickname "Luo the Cannon" spread throughout the Northwest,

"You must be the Comrade Luo Dapao that the commander was talking about?"

"As expected of Comrade Luo Dapao!"

……

He's heard these kinds of things so many times over the past year that his ears are practically calloused!

"You bastard! Come downstairs with me, we need to discuss the handover at the police station!"

He Ping'an's elite detachment was the only armed force under the Military Control Commission that could be deployed at any time. The meeting decided that the elite detachment would be stationed at the Police Headquarters for easy support. Luo Chengjun was responsible for the handover of the Beiping Police Station.

"No, I have other tasks. You hand over the duties first, and I'll lead the troops directly to the position later."

He Ping'an refused decisively... Before even reaching the Northwest, his primary task remained protecting the gold. Joining Luo Chengjun in the fun would be too conspicuous!

Downstairs, Luo Chengjun glanced at He Ping'an's gleaming luxury sedan, its rims reflecting light, then looked at his own convertible jeep, one of its doors already damaged. He pulled He Ping'an aside and growled in a low voice:

"Are you crazy, kid? You dare to ride in a car like that?"

"This car is called a Cadillac L, a vehicle used by the President of the United States, isn't that impressive?"

Seeing Luo Chengjun's increasingly wrinkled old face, He Ping'an abandoned his joking thoughts and gestured towards the west of the city.

"You think I'm stupid? I've already modified this car... steel plates in the doors, bulletproof windows. I'm testing its limits right now. Once the modifications are complete, this car will go where it's meant to be..."

"You little devil!" Luo Chengjun breathed a sigh of relief, then glanced at the reflective car and muttered, "Cadillac! The name's too hard to pronounce and doesn't sound good. I wonder if it's as comfortable as my Jeep?"

"Luo Chengjun, Luo Dapao, it's already a favor from the organization that we didn't let you ride in the tractor. You still want to ride in a luxury car? Have you no shame!" He Ping'an's face darkened, and he broke free from Luo Chengjun's restraints, driving away without saying goodbye.

Bai Ling, the newly appointed head of the Confidential Section of the Beiping Police Headquarters, rested her chin on her hand and gazed longingly out the window.

"Beep beep!"

A sleek black sedan led the way, followed by a dozen large trucks covered with tarpaulins. The convoy did not stop after entering the police station, but drove straight into a temporary barracks in the backyard.

After He Ping'an finished arranging everything, he stepped out of the backyard and a beautiful figure, accompanied by a fragrant breeze, rushed into his arms. He Ping'an gently patted Bai Ling's back, smiling and comforting her:

"You can hug her anytime you want, even for a lifetime. Right now, everyone's watching; this won't be good for your future work!"

"I don't care!" Two years later, the young beauty spoke domineeringly.

Hearing the beauty's muffled reply, He Ping'an had no choice but to carry her into the backyard. As for the exchange work, let Luo Chengjun wait...

"roar……"

In the backyard, the soldiers of the elite platoon saw their commander return with a woman after going out for a walk, and they all started making a ruckus. They shouted, "The commander's treating!"

An hour later, Bai Ling, blushing, followed He Ping'an back to the police station building.

In the conference room… Luo Chengjun introduced He Ping'an and the others. Afterwards, a series of work arrangements were made, though these weren't really He Ping'an's concern. He was mainly there to make his presence known. And also…

"Since everyone has no problems, let's adjourn the meeting..."

Before Luo Chengjun could finish speaking, a clear, cold voice called back the group that had stood up:

"Now that we've finished discussing work... let's talk about personal matters, and the moral issues of some of our comrades!"

He Ping'an stood up and slowly walked towards a frivolous and arrogant young man:

"Liu Kangzhan, after Comrade Bai Ling clearly rejected your advances and told her she already had a boyfriend, you still relentlessly pursued her, didn't you?"

"I……"

Liu Kangzhan was taken aback, not expecting He Ping'an to talk about love and romance on such an important occasion.

But when he felt the disdainful looks coming from all around him, he was startled... If this matter was not handled properly, not only would the work be difficult to carry out, but there would also be no possibility with Bai Ling.

He could only grit his teeth and force a stiff smile to confront He Ping'an.

"Commander He, this is a private matter, and I don't think you should take up everyone's work time. Besides, I'm pursuing my own love. You and Comrade Bai Ling aren't married yet, so I can pursue her. It's my freedom... I don't need anyone's permission!"

As he spoke, Liu Kangzhan looked at Bai Ling with deep affection: "Comrade Bai Ling, I..."

"Slap... Clang!" He Ping'an shook off the hand that had been slapped out, bent down and picked up Liu Kangzhan, who had been sent flying by the blow:

"Freedom, huh!"

"Snapped!"

"Romantic, huh!"

"Snapped!"

"You don't need anyone's permission, right?"

"Snapped!"

He Ping'an slapped Liu Kangzhan repeatedly, turning his once handsome face into a pig's head.

Everyone in the conference room understood the gist of the matter from He Ping'an's words, coupled with Liu Kangzhan's astonishing remarks. They were too busy despising him to even think about mediating, but Luo Chengjun was different; he was the meeting's moderator.

"He Ping'an, where is this...?"

He Ping'an turned around indifferently, his eyes devoid of any emotion: "Luo Chengjun, you know about Liu Kangzhan's affair, right? You didn't speak then, so keep pretending to be mute now!"

Although He Ping'an ignored Luo Chengjun, he didn't continue the attack. Looking at the hatred blazing in Liu Kangzhan's swollen eyes, he smiled indifferently.

"You managed to enter the Northwest Slope and go straight into Beiping City without achieving anything. Your father must be no ordinary person. Go and send a telegram... have him come to me, or you tell me your father's location and I'll go find him."

You? You really can't!