Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Guan Shen took away the coenzyme Q10 produced, and came to the police station in Xibao Town to report to the police.

"Comrade, I'll call the police." Guan Shen's reserve is less and his flexibility is higher. In the past, he insisted on calling him Mr.

There was only one internal policeman at the police station reading the newspaper. He raised his eyes and glanced at Guan Shen, and asked lazily, "What's the matter?"

"I am Guan Shen, the manager of the WestJet plant. The Westport Meat Union factory closed our factory forcibly without prior notice. I asked for the police." Guan Shen spoke quickly and his Cantonese accent became more serious.

The policeman did not understand, so he drew his ears: "What did you say?"

"My factory was robbed." Guan Shen replied word by word.

"You don't have to speak so loudly, I can hear it." Seeing his special voice, the policeman put down the newspaper and asked, "You want to report the robbery, right? Who robbed you?"

"Wang Yuansheng of the Xibao Meat Union Factory, he is the logistics director of the Xibao Meat Union Factory."

The policeman raised his eyelids and asked, "Where did the incident happen?"

"WestJet Factory." Guan Shen seemed to see hope and suddenly became energetic.

"Where is the WestJet factory?" The police were not very energetic.

"The WestJet plant is in the old workshop of the West Fort Meat Union Plant. However, we have signed an agreement to separate the property rights." Guan Shen said cautiously.

The policeman was even more lazy and asked, "Why don't you report the case at the Xibao Meat Factory? The Xibao Meat Factory has its own security department. It is better to find them than to us."

"I was robbed by people from Xibao Meat Union Factory!" Guan Shen became angry all of a sudden.

"That's it, you have to report to the Xibao Roulian Factory." The policeman took a sip of the bitter big leaf tea and said: "I'll explain it to you. You said you were a worker at the Xibao Roulian Factory. It was robbed, and it happened at the Xibao Meat Union Factory. Then if you don’t go to the Xibao Meat Union Factory to report the case, what are you looking for? You might as well bring the US case to me. I will do everything for a day. Don't do it, just do other people's cases."

After speaking, the police picked up the newspaper and read it happily again.

Guan Shen's anger was hard to calm, and he suppressed: "I was not robbed by the employees of the West Fort Meat Union Factory, but the foreign company I represented. The British company Telecom was robbed organized by the West Fort Meat Union Factory. Don’t you have a policy to protect foreign businessmen?"

"We protect foreign businessmen, but your situation is a bit special. You first have to report to the jurisdiction where the incident occurred, understand? The situation in the Xibao Meat Union Factory is also very special. I can't control it here, understand?" The policeman put down the newspaper and said After a few sentences, he picked it up again.

"You are the official mutual."

"Not qualified." The policeman said lazily.

Guan Shen frowned: "What?"

"We Xibao Town is a division-level unit. Our Xibao Town Police Station is a deputy division-level unit. Do you know what a deputy division-level is? That is, the director and instructor are at the deputy division level, and the deputy director is the division-level. Know what is the division-level unit. Is it a first-level section member, nothing! Do you think I look like a deputy section chief?"

"What?"

The police said to himself: "The deputy director is a first-level clerk, and I am a second-level clerk. Do you know the level of the security department of the Xibao Meat Union Factory?"

"What?"

"Just tell you that the security department of the Xibao Meat Union Factory is at the deputy director level, don’t you know? The security department chief is the deputy director, two levels older than ours, and three levels older than the deputy director. Defend Corey, walk a dog out, at least at the stock level, and the officials will take care of them? Hehe, when have we been officials." The policeman said, complaining and complaining.

It is extremely boring to send police officers to the town. They usually do not encounter major or important cases, and occasionally a vicious case will be criticized and educated. Finally, the work of solving the case has to be handed over to the county criminal police team. It is even more boring to be an internal policeman. This man, although he has taken on the task assigned to him by the director, he is indispensable to be cynical.

Guan Shen was shocked by the police's package of nonsense, tried two more times, and gave up sullenly, saying, "I'm going to report the case in Xi County, how can I get by car?"

"You are going to the moon to report a crime, do you also ask me for a plane?" The police raised his mouth and said something strange, which was strangely reasonable.

Guan Shenqiang held back his anger and said, "Go to the moon by a space shuttle, not an airplane."

"Yes? You can go to the moon to report the case, and see when they send someone to investigate the case." The police are sharp and do not delay reading the newspaper.

Guan Shen pretended to feel resentful and went out, and after asking several people, he finally got on the shuttle bus to Xi County.

The bus from Xi County to Xibao Town was an old car that was eliminated in the early 1980s from Xi County to Nanhu City, and the bus from Xi County to Nanhu City was an old car that was eliminated from Pingjiang to Nanhu City in the 1970s.

After Guan Shen got in the car, he didn’t even find a place to sit, because most of the seats were broken, and there were still cotton seats that were seated on them, and the seats without cotton were padded with one or two things, or they simply squatted. One or two people, the luggage in everyone's hands is also very rich, the aisle in the middle is difficult to walk, and the smell in the car is even more colorful, and they can't cover their noses.

After coming to the Xibao Roulian Factory for many days, Guan Shen has always been by car, but he has never taken a shuttle bus himself. The first time he experienced it, he obviously frightened him.

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In the afternoon, several policemen from the Xibao Town Police Station returned one after another.

The internal service police waited until the director arrived, and then explained Guanshen's situation.

The director was amused when he heard it: "Yu Mu's head, really came to report the crime, you didn't keep a record, did you?"

"I didn't stay, I said as you ordered." The internal policeman shook his head again and again.

"Okay, give you a credit." The director said, pointing to the telephone on the desktop, and said, call me Yang Rui's number, the number is in the box.

The internal police hurriedly dialed the number and asked: "This Hongkonger has gone to Xi County, and he won't let him be over."

The director smiled: "My son is in the county criminal police team~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If he can file a case, I will eat the handcuffs!"

There was a burst of laughter in the police station.

The director laughed heartlessly. He has been the director of the Xibao Town Police Station for several years. As Yang Rui’s second uncle, he has helped Yang Rui’s help since he was a child. What happened today, It is even easier.

Of course, for Guan Shen, who is on the go, it is difficult.

Before dinner, Yang Rui came to the WestJet factory. After checking that the important equipment was not damaged, Yang Rui excitedly shot Wang Yuansheng's thumb up and praised: "Your work is more important than Fu Zuoyi's surrender. You save it for us. A lot of formal materials..."

If the equipment is damaged, refilling will consume a lot of time and energy, and this is what Yang Rui lacks the most.

Wang Yuansheng was choked by his description, and said helplessly: "Thank you for the compliment. The problem now is that the workers are not very cooperative. They shouted to return to work and wanted to explain. I talked about it, but no results came out."

"The workers are required to cooperate, and how to cooperate when hungry, the workers are not criminals." Yang Rui said, waving his hand and shouting: "Boiled pork lunch, one for each person, I will treat, let's eat first, then talk."

The big pot of braised pork was opened, and it was full of braised pork, with only meat and no potatoes.

In the WestJet factory, the voice of opposition has long been replaced by the voice of swallowing saliva.

Yang Rui smiled softly, and the rich and willful local snake didn't change it to a flood dragon.

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