New Order Plan

Ye Wan'an looked puzzled.

Is there some rule about presenting a banner?

All he wants to do now is send the stuff out and then go back to sleep.

I'm so sleepy.

Seeing this, Wang Bushi took the banner from Ye Wan'an, unfolded it, and said mysteriously, "Learn from this."

After saying that, he turned and walked toward the first office in the hallway.

Ye Wan'an yawned and followed curiously behind.

The office door was open.

The sign reads: General Affairs Department, Equipment Section.

Inside the room, an older police officer was getting water to make tea, a middle-aged policewoman was watching a TV series on her computer, and a younger officer was playing a mobile game.

Wang Bushi gently knocked on the door.

The three people inside the room all looked towards the doorway.

The veteran officer took a sip of his tea, chewed on the tea leaves, and looked him up and down, asking, "What is it?"

"Excuse me, is Officer Jiang Qingshan here?"

Wang Bushi casually switched the banner from his front hand to his other hand.

The veteran police officer immediately saw the contents of the banner and was instantly choked by the tea, coughing.

The other two officers noticed it as well, and exchanged a strange look.

A banner?

Jiang Qingshan?

Are you kidding me?

The veteran officer wiped the water stains off the table and asked incredulously, "Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"How could this be wrong? Jiang Qingshan, the Jiang of ginger, the Qing of green mountain, the mountain of green mountain."

"..."

"If it weren't for Officer Jiang, my young man would be dead."

Wang Bushi said with a serious expression.

Ye Wan'an, who was standing behind, nodded in agreement.

The veteran police officer fell silent.

After a moment, he pointed to the ceiling and said, "He's from the investigation department. Go up to the sixth floor, turn right, and his office is at the end of the corridor."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry to bother you."

Wang Bushi smiled and thanked him, then led Ye Wan'an to the other side of the corridor.

He looked up and saw that this area was the police station, so he went straight to the nearest office.

"Good morning, officers."

"What is it?"

"Oh, we're here to present a banner. Is Officer Jiang Qingshan here?"

"..."

silence.

A long silence followed.

The officers in the office stopped what they were doing and looked up at each other in bewilderment.

Wang Bushi turned the banner over again, and after someone told him its location, he left with an apologetic smile.

Ye Wan'an blinked in realization, thinking to himself that this was how the banner was presented.

I learned something.

There's no emotion involved, it's all technique.

Wang Bushi, carrying the brocade banner, leisurely went up to the second floor and then repeated his old trick.

The two asked their way from the second floor to the sixth floor, and half an hour later, they finally appeared at the door of Jiang Qingshan's office.

At this moment, the group chats between various departments in the General Administration building had exploded.

[General Affairs Department: This is bizarre! Someone actually sent a banner to the King of Trouble!]

[Security Department: We heard it was a rescue operation from a fire, but we advise you not to ask how the fire started.]

[Information Department: General Affairs Department, I think you should start preparing for the aftermath.]

[General Affairs Department: We just finished dealing with the damage Grandpa Jiang caused at Changsheng Garden yesterday, and we haven't even done an assessment for the damage at Heping Pedestrian Street yet. Now we have to deal with this again. It's really a disaster.]

[Secret Service: Relax and stay on guard]

[Secretariat: No, didn't you tell those two people where Jiang Qingshan's office is? They've even come all the way to the director!]

[General Affairs Department: ......]

[Information Department: ......]

[Public Security Department: ......]

[Secret Service: Could this kid have hired a shill himself? This is getting tense.]

The sixth floor.

Inside the office.

Jiang Qingshan stared at the banner on the table, his eyes twitching.

Why did they have to pull this stunt?

For someone who is constantly being complained about and reported, to suddenly receive a banner of appreciation is truly unexpected.

Jiang Qingshan glanced at the two people sitting on the sofa drinking water, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Ye Wan'an smiled as he met Jiang Qingshan's gaze. Judging from the reactions of the police officers just now, this man must have been criticized by his superiors quite a few times.

Wang Bushi put down his water glass and glanced at the withered potted plant on the windowsill: "That should be an orchid, right? What a pity, I'll send you a new one later."

"You're too kind. I'm actually not very good at growing flowers."

Jiang Qingshan picked up the cigarette case on the table, took out a cigarette, and handed it over.

Wang Bushi smiled and waved his hand, indicating that he did not smoke.

He chatted for a few minutes, then followed up by asking, "Is Officer Jiang married?"

Jiang Qingshan was about to light a cigarette when he heard this, and his hand holding the lighter froze in mid-air.

He glanced at the photo frame next to the computer monitor, and silently lit a cigarette: "No."

"I know a few girls from the theater troupe. They're all nice people. I can introduce you to them sometime."

"I appreciate your kind offer, but I don't have any plans in that regard at the moment."

Jiang Qingshan's gaze swept over the photo frame lying face down next to the monitor, and he chuckled as he politely declined.

Wang Bushi adjusted his glasses, said nothing more, got up and walked over to pick up the banner on the table.

"Looks like this is the first banner you've ever received. We need to find a suitable place to hang it up so that everyone can see it as soon as they walk in, hahaha."

As Wang Bushi picked up the banner, the back of his hand brushed against the edge of the photo frame that was face down on the table.

The movement was so subtle that Jiang Qingshan didn't notice it.

"Just hang it on the filing cabinet."

Jiang Qingshan stood up, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Wang Bushi nodded and happily tied the banner to the handle of the filing cabinet.

Just then, a policewoman entered, holding a camera. She knocked on the door and said with a smile, "Senior Jiang, I'm from the publicity department. I finally have a chance to take your picture!"

"..."

Jiang Qingshan raised an eyebrow, his eyes showing a hint of helplessness.

The policewoman was excited and immediately took over the scene without saying a word, instructing the three of them to pose and find the right angle.

"Hey sir, here's your cigarette!"

"Senior, your top button!"

"Senior, your shirt isn't tucked in properly!"

"No, no, you need to shave your beard, and also..."

Under the command of the female police officer from the publicity department, Jiang Qingshan was like a greenhorn, completely subdued.

After being tormented by the little girl's obsession with getting a photo taken for a full half hour, Jiang Qingshan was finally freed.

Wang Bushi and Ye Wan'an didn't linger. After teasing Jiang Qingshan a few times, they took their leave.

Jiang Qingshan slumped in his chair, his head covered in sweat, as if he had just fought a tough battle.

He hasn't had his picture taken in many years, and he feels awkward in front of the camera.

After a short rest, a ray of sunlight streamed through the window.

He picked up the photo frame on the table, wiped off the dust, and looked at it quietly for a while.

Didi---

My phone alarm went off.

Jiang Qingshan's thoughts drifted away from his memories.

He glanced at the time, then got up to head to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Just then, the door was kicked open.

"Ginger!!!"