Police Chen Shu

At this time, the village chief with a loud voice finally squeezed through the excited crowd and came to He Chengfeng's side. The two chatted for a few words and the misunderstanding was resolved.

The village chief also breathed a sigh of relief, turned to the villagers who were surrounding him inside and outside, and shouted: "Huang Sansheng! Xiao Huang is not dead! He has also made meritorious service in the Public Security Bureau! He won an award! Everything is fine now! Everyone Let’s all disperse! Let’s all go home!”

After listening to the village chief's explanation as if he was yelling in a thick throat, the villagers all showed expressions of relief. They knew that Xiao Huang was not dead and had made meritorious service in the work unit. Their work unit sent people over to deliver plaques and certificates. Then they all expressed their relief. Get out of the way.

But it is absolutely impossible for them to go home.

It's not as fun as joining in the fun when I go home.

He Chengfeng finally straightened things out. He turned around and looked helplessly at Chen Shu and his group who had followed them to present the prize this time.

He shrugged: "Ashamed, ashamed, I was too hasty in the preliminary work and didn't arrange the work in place, which made you laugh."

Chen Shu smiled and waved his hand: "Haha, I understand! Our front-line law enforcement unit has no time to handle the case, so how can we have the extra police force to make these arrangements. It is not easy for you to deliver the award to Xiao Huang's home."

As he spoke, Chen Shu raised his right hand with the watch on it, smiled and tapped the watch mirror with his index finger, and joked: "Fortunately, I didn't waste much time. I guess I can still catch up with the good time, haha."

At this time, the time passed and the other police officers also got their equipment ready.

At the front is a plaque held in the arms of Zhu Yiba and Chen Chuan, which reads "Home of Third-Class Meritorious Officers". The name of their branch is signed at the bottom.

Behind him is Jiang Hai holding a wooden box with both hands. Inside the box is a third-class merit certificate.

Further back, two auxiliary police brothers from the local Criminal Police Department held wooden poles on the left and right, holding a red banner high with a huge line of yellow fonts written on the red cloth.

"Warm congratulations to Comrade Huang Sansheng for winning the third class merit award."

At the end stood a group of neatly dressed policemen, and the momentum immediately rose.

In the crowd, Jiang Hai turned to look at his senior brother standing beside him with a grimace, his face full of discomfort and embarrassment: "Brother Shu, are you mistaken? What level of merit did Brother Huang Mao get?"

Facing Jiang Hai's question about the level of merit, Chen Shu was also a little unsure.

It stands to reason that if it is done so grandly, it should at least start with a second-class merit.

For example, in their hometown, whoever gets third-class merit is just a matter of passing out cigarettes among colleagues. At most, they treat them to a late-night snack when they work overtime at night. With this arrangement, it is already considered very grand.

How could they come to the village with such great force?

The police in their Yun Province didn't seem to have anything to do on weekdays.

In addition, this kind of ceremony of sending plaques and banners to the hometown requires soldiers in Donghai Province. Then when going to the countryside, in addition to the presence of army officers, leaders from the town and streets also had to accompany them.

Even the traffic police in the jurisdiction have to cooperate.

As for the police force, Chen Shu has never heard of such a thing in all his years of work. Furthermore, isn’t this kind of prize-giving activity generally done by political cadres?

How could it be done now with Cheng Feng as the deputy captain?

At the very least, the instructor or deputy instructor of the brigade must show up.

He looked down at the signature unit "XXX Public Security Bureau" on the plaque and fell into deep thought.

Zhu Yiba, who was standing at the front, was very excited. He looked around with a cheerful face. He occasionally glanced at Chen Chuan, who was also holding a plaque, for fear that he would be lazy.

"Chen Chuan! Can you straighten your back? You look a bit like a policeman, okay?"

"I'm talking about Lao Zhu, I came here today to work overtime on a voluntary basis! Do you understand? It's purely voluntary, and I'm not paid, so why do you care?"

Chen Chuan was picking his nose and arching his back, looking like a police ruffian.

If he hadn't been worried about the plaque in his hand getting muddy when it fell to the ground, Zhu Yiba would have really wanted to put down the plaque in his hand and go up to give Mr. Chen a soundless kick.

The onlookers at the front slowly gave way to the road under the command of the village chief. He Chengfeng straightened the collar of his police uniform and walked forward with the fully equipped team.

As a result, the village chief stopped him with a smile and said that he would wait a moment while he temporarily arranged another team to help everyone.

As he spoke, a rather festive piece of music sounded from the large courtyard of the village committee behind him.

Villagers wearing red cloth hats and holding various musical instruments lined up and walked out of the yard.

The leading musician raised his suona high, the melody was bright, and the high-pitched sound spread far and wide in the village.

The banging flower drums followed closely behind, and the drummers turned the drumsticks out of their hands, creating a full rhythm of "dong-dong-dong".

Then there are the indispensable gongs and cymbals, which are clear and crisp.

At the end of the team, several sturdy villagers walked out slowly carrying a big gong. The already lively team was raised to another level by this big gong.

This scene is really too grand.

The crowd of onlookers immediately burst into warm applause and cheers, and the children in the village ran out from nowhere, running around the band and police team with laughter.

I have to say that the village chief's arrangement was indeed very smooth, and the smile on the leader He Chengfeng's face became brighter and brighter. It seemed that he also liked the excitement.

The group of people went to Huang Sansheng's house with drums and gongs.

The noise they made along the way was quite loud. When they arrived at Huang Sansheng's house, there were already quite a few elderly villagers standing at the door.

A man in his fifties in the middle had a worried look on his face, with his eyebrows tightly furrowed. When he saw the team coming, he looked around as if he was looking for someone in the team.

The village chief pointed at him and said loudly: "He Dadu, this is Xiao Huang's father, Huang Daniu!"

After the introduction, the village chief hurriedly signaled the band to stop playing, then raised his right hand high, his eyes aimed at Huang Daniu, just waiting for the critical moment to make another move.

It must be said that the village chief's level in music, whether it is natural sensitivity, acquired maturity, or concentration, is worthy of a thumbs-up.

He Chengfeng took a few steps forward and raised his hand in a standard salute.

After putting down his arm, He Chengfeng said politely: "Hello Huang Daniu, are you Huang Sansheng's father?"

Huang Daniu was a little dazed and did not answer He Chengfeng's question.

He turned his head and looked at the police team behind He Chengfeng, and whispered: "Leader, where is my Huang Sansheng? Didn't he come today?"

He Chengfeng nodded: "He is the lead police officer of the case. He has to organize and sign all the documents. He can't leave for the time being."

Huang Daniu didn't know what a case was, nor what a lead was. He just couldn't see his son, so he felt uneasy and couldn't help thinking about that.

He said "Oh" and retracted his gaze, but he didn't dare to look at He Chengfeng. He hesitated and asked again: "Leader, my son. He. He is really okay, right?"

"Nothing happened, he is fine! This time he won the third-class merit. We came here today to tell you the good news." He Chengfeng's tone was firm, especially the three words "good news", the tone went straight up, just when the band stopped playing, he shouted about this matter.

"Is it really okay?" Huang Daniu's eyebrows slowly stretched out.

"It's really okay!" He Chengfeng said firmly, "Don't worry, your son is alive and well in the unit, he is fine! By the way, I am Xiao Huang's deputy captain, He Chengfeng." (End of this chapter)