Era: A college student came to the courtyard house

In response to Wang Qingling's questioning.

Fang Yuan had already prepared his speech before entering the room, and immediately said in a deep voice:

"Firstly, I think this is ultimately a good thing for our Hongxing Steel Plant; secondly, we can also use this opportunity to lull them into a false sense of security and make them feel that we have completely stopped pursuing the matter of the previous beating."

After hearing this, Wang Qingling did not express his opinion, only saying that he would tell Lin Xianghua about Fang Yuan's idea.

Since Su Haixiong has not yet returned from Ansteel, and Lin Xianghua is currently in charge of the work, he has to attend many external meetings in person, so he has been frequently away from the office these past few days.

After Fang Yuan left, Wang Qingling casually opened the report on the table and slowly began to read it.

The more I looked at the results, the more satisfied I became, especially when I saw the final summary, I couldn't help but nod in approval.

Fang Yuan made no boastful remarks in the report.

Even the three supervisory departments were only mentioned briefly, while more emphasis was placed on highlighting the collaborative efforts between the factory office, the personnel department, and the steel rolling mill.

It must be said that Fang Yuan, despite his young age, has a broad vision.

Especially when Fang Yuan thought of sending him the toad oil afterward, his goodwill towards Fang Yuan increased even more.

It's not that Wang Qingling cared about this jar of toad oil; the important thing is that it represented Fang Yuan's attitude, showing that this kid had his leader on his mind, and that's the key point.

In the eyes of many leaders, attitude is often more important than ability.

Fang Yuan returned to the office.

I spent the entire afternoon at my seat, brewing tea twice, before I finally finished reading through the work that the inspection department had been carrying out.

I looked up and realized it was almost time to leave work. It felt great; everything was peaceful and uneventful, and I earned 1.7 yuan just like that.

Seeing that he wasn't moving, Wang Qian and the others also sat obediently in their chairs, and Fang Yuan then packed up his things and left.

Emerging from the main gate of Hongxing, Fang Yuan saw a vast crowd and followed the flow to the bus stop.

He plans to take the company shuttle bus home today; walking to and from get off work all the time is just too tiring for his legs.

Before long, the shuttle bus slowly drove up from not far away.

As soon as he boarded the bus, under the watchful eye of the ticket seller, Fang Yuan took out the monthly pass he had obtained from the logistics department when he joined the company.

These days, people with monthly passes usually show them proactively, while those without just buy tickets. You absolutely shouldn't wait for the ticket seller to ask before slowly taking out your monthly pass, or you'll likely get a scolding from the ticket seller.

Nowadays, all eight members are quite assertive.

The ticket seller quickly glanced at the photo on the monthly pass and at Fang Yuan himself, and after confirming several times that the photo was not as handsome as Fang Yuan in person, she reluctantly turned her gaze to the next passenger.

Do you have a monthly pass?

Yes, yes, yes.

"Wait a minute, didn't you draw that picture yourself?"

"No, look here, it's not sticking to it."

"Don't give me that nonsense. Hurry up and buy your ticket, or catch the next one. You think you can fool me with half a ticket and half a drawing? No way!"

"No, no, no, I'll buy it, I'll buy it."

Under the watchful eyes of the ticket seller, a middle-aged man failed to get a ticket by stealing one and had no choice but to obediently take out his money and buy a ticket on the spot.

These days, many people go to great lengths to save money. Some draw their own photos, while others borrow others'. This guy is quite clever; he cut out a photo with a hairstyle similar to his own and then drew his face on it. If you're not careful, it's easy to fool someone.

As the shuttle bus started, it drove for two kilometers before stopping again at the entrance of the textile factory. Then, a large number of people boarded, and the bus was now packed with passengers.

Fang Yuan had anticipated this situation, so he stood at the very back of the bus as soon as he got on.

The shuttle bus turned at Dongzhimen.

With nothing to do, Fang Yuan's eyes wandered around.

Suddenly, he noticed that the middle-aged man who had tried to evade the fare was constantly squeezing through the crowd. At first, Fang Yuan thought he was preparing to get off at the next stop, but he didn't get off even after the train arrived at the platform several times.

"Thief?"

Watching the middle-aged man slowly insert his index and middle fingers into the pocket of a woman next to him, who had just taken money out of a piece of silk cloth in her pocket.

Fang Yuan was wondering whether he should shout or step forward to stop them.

The thief's hand was then firmly gripped by another man with a buzz cut, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and an honest appearance.

"Ouch!!!" The thief was in so much pain that he couldn't move for a moment.

"Damn it, what do you think you're doing? Why are you hitting people?" Seeing that his attempt had failed, the thief immediately turned the tables.

While speaking, he also raised his left hand as if to pry it apart.

Fights are common these days, and the thief was probably staging this to cover up his theft.

Sure enough, when the passengers next to him heard him say that, they assumed that his anger was caused by pushing and shoving among the crowd.

At this moment, Fang Yuan squeezed through, grabbed the thief's left hand, and said fiercely in his ear as he exerted force, "What? You dare to do it but not admit it? If your skills aren't up to par, just admit defeat. Do you want me to expose you in front of everyone?"

"Want to experience the power of the vast ocean of the people?"

To avoid the thief becoming desperate and causing a disturbance among the passengers, Fang Yuan didn't expose his actions and planned to deal with him after getting off the bus.

"Driver, could you please stop the bus?" Fang Yuan shouted to the driver, just in case someone was waiting for him at the next stop, "Excuse me, I suddenly feel a little unwell and might throw up. Could you please stop the bus? It wouldn't be good if I threw up on the bus."

The driver was thinking they were about to reach the next stop, but when he heard Fang Yuan say she was going to throw up on the bus, he realized he would have to clean it up himself. So, disregarding the rules, he slammed on the brakes and stopped the bus.

Upon seeing the car door open, Fang Yuan and the man immediately helped the thief out of the car, one on each side.

"How many times has this happened?"

The man pulled out handcuffs from behind his back and cuffed the thief.

Fang Yuan then realized that the other party was actually a police officer; at first, he thought he was just an enthusiastic member of the Chaoyang community like himself.

This saved a lot of trouble.

The thief, who had initially intended to struggle and resist, now knelt down with a thud under the pressure of the handcuffs, begging for mercy: "This is the first time, officer! I had no choice. I have elderly parents and young children to support, and we're really struggling to make ends meet..."

The policeman snorted coldly, not fooled by the thief's act at all, and questioned him seriously: "Still not honest? We've received reports from the public that things have been frequently stolen on these buses recently. Tell us honestly about your accomplices."

Seeing that the thief had been completely subdued, Fang Yuan lost interest in listening any further. After greeting the policeman, he prepared to leave.

These kinds of things should be handled by professionals. Whether someone is an expert or not will be clear once they are taken back and tested a few times.

Seeing Fang Yuan about to leave, the policeman spoke up: "Comrade, my name is Lin Sen. Which unit are you from? What's your name?"

"The working class, Lei Feng."

At this time, only three months had passed since the first March 3.5th "Learn from Lei Feng Day". Many organizations responded to the call from their superiors and launched activities, and Hongxing Steel Plant was no exception.

Fang Yuan waved his hand and walked away without looking back.

Lin Sen couldn't help but smile upon hearing this. He hadn't expected Fang Yuan to be so vigilant. He was clearly worried about being retaliated against by the thief's accomplices in the future.

However, a gentleman judges by actions, not intentions, and he was still grateful that Fang Yuan had offered his help.

There were many people and suspicious eyes on the bus, and he couldn't pull out his gun. If he hadn't stopped the thief immediately, something really might have happened.

Having memorized Fang Yuan's appearance, Lin Sen immediately led the thief toward the nearest police station.