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

Based on his instincts as a scumbag, He Ping'an didn't dare stay at the Lou family's house any longer. After appeasing the young woman, he made an excuse and left in a hurry. Back at the Public Security Bureau, the light in his dormitory was indeed on.

He Ping'an felt a surge of satisfaction as he executed a routine so familiar it was almost infuriating. His hard work had finally paid off…

After searching the space, he found no suspicious hairs or perfumes on her body, and the little beauty in his arms became much more well-behaved and proactive.

"Tell me, what troublesome matter has you encountered that warrants Comrade Bai Ling resorting to her beauty trap?" He Ping'an chuckled, squeezing the treasure in his hand.

"How annoying!" Bai Ling snapped angrily, embarrassed and embarrassed.

"Through surveillance of Wan Fulin, we arrested a group of spies. We have solid evidence that the Security Police Corps might mutiny. Uncle Luo wants to disarm them first!"

"You want me to stop arguing with Luo Dapao all the time during meetings, right?" He Ping'an lightly flicked Bai Ling's smooth forehead. Some things can't be explained; they can only be understood intuitively!

"Bang bang bang..."

A miniature shooting range with a few targets and a few pistols—Luo Chengjun brought Zheng Chaoyang and two others there to practice shooting…

Looking at the eight or nine rings on the target paper, He Ping'an couldn't help but tease, "Luo Dapao, you dare to show off your marksmanship?"

"Hmph..." Luo Chengjun snorted coldly and lowered his gun. "What are your thoughts on the matter of the Security Police Corps?"

"An idea?" He Ping'an grabbed his pistol and emptied the magazine. "Bang bang bang," nine bullets pierced the target through one hole.

"Arrest those who should be arrested, kill those who should be killed, use those who can be used, and dismiss those who have no value!"

Bai Ling stepped forward at the opportune moment, "The Security Police Corps is composed of secret agents and elite Kuomintang officers who were forced to retreat, numbering 3000. Light and heavy machine guns, grenade launchers… this is a well-equipped force with considerable combat capability! Peace…?"

Regretfully having taught her husband to seek fame and fortune, Bai Ling looked at the transparent bullet hole in the center of the target and still cautiously reminded him with concern.

Behind He Ping'an, Zhao Dezhu, the company commander of the elite sniper company, grinned and interrupted:

"Don't worry, sister-in-law... A mere security police brigade isn't even enough to stretch our muscles, there's no need for the regimental commander to personally intervene! A surprise attack will resolve the battle without even delaying lunch..."

"You talk too much, kid! Get lost..." He Ping'an laughed and scolded to help Bai Ling out of the predicament, but did not object to Zhao Dezhu's suggestion.

"Yes, sir!" Zhao Dezhu chuckled, saluted, and jogged away. "All personnel assemble! Prepare for battle!"

"Disarming is inevitable! But we should still be cautious and not forget the repeated instructions..." Luo Chengjun glanced at the howling Sha Cai not far away and couldn't help but remind him.

"Heh..." He Ping'an chuckled and shook his head. "Those black-skinned dogs are all opportunists, fearing power but not gratitude. They didn't dare show their faces when the army besieged the city, but now that it's peacefully liberated, they're jumping around. They're sure we won't go all out..."

"However... we still need to send out the notice! Send them a notification that they must surrender by noon, or face the consequences! As for the leadership..." He Ping'an gazed northwest, "Perfect timing, I'm going to Fragrant Hills tomorrow!"

Luo Chengjun's pupils dilated, and his gaze towards He Ping'an held a hint of relief. "You're lucky, kid! But you should still go and check on the disarmament yourself, make sure it doesn't cause too much trouble! Stability should be the priority!"

Luo Chengjun's meaningful reminder elicited a nod of understanding from He Ping'an. Predicting the exam questions… why would a cheating candidate like him, doing an open-book exam, need to predict the questions?

Zhao Dezhu stood at attention and saluted. "Commander, the elite platoon is assembled. Please give instructions!"

"Let's go!" He Ping'an returned the greeting crisply, and casually called Zheng Chaoyang over as he boarded the car. Even a chatterbox has its uses!

The police headquarters... first a notice, then a surprise attack; after the announcement over the loudspeaker, a few sporadic gunshots rang out. He Ping'an led his team to evacuate, leaving Zheng Chaoyang behind to reassure the troops.

Fragrant Hills...

It was an open-book exam after all, and aside from the excitement of meeting his idol for the first time, He Ping'an's emotions remained relatively stable. In this era of information overload, people naturally have a broader perspective and can generally chat about most things.

Of course, it couldn't all be empty talk! He Ping'an also offered practical suggestions for the reconstruction of Beiping, all small initiatives that wouldn't cost money but could win the hearts of the people…

Leveling the roads, including streets and alleys, to facilitate travel; recruiting homeless people to repair abandoned houses through work-for-relief programs, giving them a place to live; cracking down on unscrupulous merchants and stabilizing prices.

Starting from the simple and gradually deepening, extending step by step, and finally sublimating...

"Personally, I believe that everything is essentially a redistribution of the means of production. Given our national conditions and the ideology of our Party, we must strive to improve the welfare of the vast, working-class population at the bottom of society... Putting people first and serving the people!"

Practical and idealistic approaches were perfectly combined! Unsurprisingly, it won a standing ovation... In the excitement, someone even asked a slightly taboo question.

For millennia, countless ordinary people have fought over a single piece of cake. To even get a scrap is a stroke of luck; He Ping'an wouldn't use his spatial ability to arbitrarily decide how to distribute it… at least not now!

This isn't how you court death!

He Ping'an was able to go to Fragrant Hills this time for two reasons: firstly, thanks to penicillin back then, and secondly, because people wanted to see this hothead who had made them all reflect on their mistakes.

So far, it seems pretty good...

"I heard you assaulted a guy who was pursuing your girlfriend at the meeting?"

"Yeah! We hit him!" He Ping'an, puffing out his chest and showing no fear whatsoever, boasted, "That's because we couldn't find his father, otherwise we'd beat him up too!"

"Hahaha……"

The bigwigs made a few perfunctory remarks, treating it as a bit of fun, and teased He Ping'an a few times about his possessiveness of food. Since the bigwigs were in a good mood, He Ping'an also managed to sneak in a mention of the Security Police Headquarters. There was no reaction, which was normal.

Then came some industrial and commercial issues. Although He Ping'an had many ideas in his mind, what he said were just superficial attempts.

He was very clear about his position and knew exactly what he was doing...

Those who do the work are those who do the work, and those who give orders are those who give orders; these are two different things. To confuse the two will invariably lead to one's death!

The exam ended with He Ping'an presenting his prize... boxes of unexpected wealth were unloaded from the car and registered in the warehouse. And then there was that Cadillac L, the presidential limousine of the US president, the man who had been his mentor's assassin...

"Seized, this is what we've seized... Even if the Heavenly King himself came, it would still be seized!"

Despite the boss's mocking gaze, He Ping'an remained defiant and retorted, "If you're so capable, then make the owner come find me!"

Finally, He Ping'an left carrying a rectangular brocade box. It wasn't an antique painting or calligraphy; it was just a large, imposing character…

People-oriented!