Siheyuan: After I moved in, the compound became a mess

The police station is not far from the compound, only twenty minutes' walk away.

Several people drove quickly and stopped at the door.

When they saw soldiers driving over, someone immediately went in to report.

After a while, four middle-aged men, Director Zhao Mingyuan, instructor Liu Changshan, and two deputy directors immediately came forward.

After leading Wang Dabao and the other two to the office, a soldier explained their purpose and Wang Dabao handed over his letter of introduction.

The director, instructor and others were slightly surprised. The Wang Dabao in front of them was not only young, but also extremely handsome. They did not expect that he was an absolute combat hero, and his family was full of loyal martyrs.

After reading the information, Director Zhao Mingyuan immediately stood up and walked to Wang Dabao and held his hand. "Comrade Wang Dabao, we need comrades like you in our public security posts. It is our honor to have you here."

Wang Dabao knew that Zhao Mingyuan was just being polite, so he smiled and responded, "I'll need Zhao Suo's care in the future."

"We are all comrades, as we should be."

Zhao Mingyuan smiled and nodded, then as if he had thought of something, he said again, "Deputy Director Wang, you came at the right time. You have two choices now. One is to stay in the institute, but there is no vacancy for you to take charge of at the moment, so you need to wait about a month. The other is to go to the steel mill, where there is a vacant position for deputy section chief in the security department."

"The various dynamics of the steel mill security department need to be monitored and coordinated by the police station, so the section chief is sent by us."

"The head of the security department, Lao Hu, will be retiring in a few months. If you go there and work hard, you should be able to take over."

Wang Dabao was stunned. Oh my goodness, are you afraid that I will take away your cake, so you sent me to the steel rolling mill as soon as I reported for duty?

Judging from the situation, if I stay in the institute, I will be a deputy director without any staff for the time being. It would be better for me to go to the steel mill. After all, the Security Department is a powerful department.

Wang Dabao smiled and nodded, then asked, "Director Zhao, what are the benefits for the deputy chief of the security department?"

"You can collect your salary at our police station, and the benefits at the steel mill don't conflict with those at the police station." Seeing that Wang Dabao was not averse to working at the steel mill, Zhao Mingyuan continued to explain with a smile, "Your monthly salary is 75.5 yuan, and with various subsidies it should be 89 yuan."

Eighty-nine dollars?

Wang Dabao was quite satisfied with the salary. "I accept the organization's arrangement. The work is the same no matter where I am. So, Director Zhao, when should I report to the steel mill?"

"Deputy Director Wang, you are great. The steel mill is really idle when it is not busy, but the task is also arduous. After all, we cannot be careless in protecting state-owned assets."

Zhao Mingyuan patted Wang Dabao on the shoulder and said earnestly, "There's no rush for the report. I'll transfer your information first so that the leaders at the steel mill can prepare."

"How about this, I'll go with you to report in a week."

"Thank you, Chief Zhao." Wang Dabao smiled and took out a cigarette, giving one to everyone present.

Director Zhao took the cigarette and pointed at the other two deputy directors: "If we have to thank you, we should thank you. They are used to staying in the institute. No one wants to go to the steel mill. I am worried about this."

The two deputy directors scratched their heads awkwardly. One of them took out a match and lit cigarettes for Wang Dabao and the two soldiers before speaking.

"I'm old now. I've been stuck in this institute for most of my life. I don't have any big demands, so I don't want to move."

"In the final analysis, I just don't have the drive I had when I was young anymore. I don't want to struggle anymore."

Another deputy director exhaled a large puff of smoke and sighed, then looked up at Wang Dabao, "Deputy Director Wang's going to the steel mill is a relief for Lao Fu and me. We will treat you to lunch at the state-owned restaurant today."

"Okay, it's settled. Deputy Director Wang and the two soldiers can order whatever they want to eat."

Director Zhao Mingyuan made the final decision. Seeing Wang Dabao trying to stop him, he quickly stopped his hand and said, "Why don't you eat? You've helped them a lot."

Then, Director Zhao stood up and grabbed Wang Dabao's arm, "Come on, I'll take you to get your uniform and gun. Although you're working at the steel mill, your organization is still a public security organization, so you should still get these things at our office."

Seeing that the mission had been accomplished, the two soldiers saluted Wang Dabao and then stood up and said goodbye.

Zhao Mingyuan took Wang Dabao to apply for a large black star pistol, including three fully loaded magazines and a holster. After a while, the staff of the institute brought the newly issued gun license and Wang Dabao's work permit.

"I don't need to say anything about the use of guns."

Director Zhao laughed.

Wang Dabao nodded, indicating that he understood.

He had been tempered on the battlefield and was very familiar with guns. Of course, Director Zhao didn't need to introduce them to him, and he was also very clear about their usage.

Next, he received uniforms, belts, Lei Feng hats, wide-brimmed hats, military coats, big-toed leather shoes and other items, signed his name in the registration book, and these things became Wang Dabao's property.

To put it bluntly, the position of deputy section chief in a steel rolling mill is a leisurely job.

It just plays a role at critical moments.

Although he is also in charge of local public security, his power is not as real as that of the deputy director. This is probably the important reason why the two deputy directors are unwilling to go.

But Wang Dabao is different. He likes to be idle. He would rather lie down and work every day.

Director Zhao found a large cloth bag and put all the clothes Wang Dabao had received into it. He smiled and said, "Deputy Director Wang, remember to come back every week for a meeting. The institute will always be your base camp."

After receiving the items, it was time for lunch.

Wang Dabao couldn't resist the enthusiasm of several people. As he hadn't arranged lunch yet, he agreed and took the opportunity to see the state-owned restaurant.

In fact, there is a public-private joint-venture restaurant at the entrance of Maoer Hutong, which also provides breakfast and lunch, but those are just basic meals.

Things like white flour buns, two-grain flour buns, porridge, cornmeal paste, and pickles were available. The more luxurious options were boiled eggs, tofu pudding, and meat and vegetable dumplings. Stir-fried dishes were not available.

Wang Dabao is not a good cook and is too lazy to cook.

If you want to eat, you can only buy it outside, or go back to the island and ask the butler Wangba to cook for you.

I've heard for a long time that the restaurant chefs of this era have real skills, but I haven't found a chance to try it these days since I traveled through time. Today I guess my wish has finally come true.

Although there aren't as many condiments these days, people here are really particular about the ingredients, all of which are pure green and pollution-free.

The most important thing is that every restaurant chef has his own unique skills, which cannot be compared with the restaurant chefs who learned on the assembly line in later generations.

A group of five people came to the Red Star Hotel, the state-owned hotel closest to the police station.

It was dinner time. When I walked into the restaurant, I saw three or four tables of people already seated. The four waiters must have finished serving the dishes and were leaning against the front desk, chatting and laughing with the ticket taker.

Wang Dabao, Director Zhao, the instructor and two deputy directors found a slightly larger table and sat down.

"Comrade, please order some food."

Director Zhao extended his hand to call the waiter, and then smiled at Wang Dabao, "The chef in this restaurant is really skilled. You'll know when you try it. Today, I'm indebted to you. Otherwise, if I had asked them to treat us here, I'd probably not be able to sleep when I get home tonight."

"Slander, Lao Zhao is slandering both of us."

A deputy director in his fifties said with a smile, "There are five of us, so we must order six dishes. We agreed to host a welcome party for Deputy Director Wang, so we have to eat well."

"Yes, you must order six dishes."

Another deputy director echoed.

When Wang Dabao heard this, he was like wow! Five people and six dishes, what a grand occasion!