The Plow

Although Yue Dingtang is called a consultant, he actually does not have any specific work.

As long as there is nothing to call from the police station, even if he doesn't come for ten days and half a month, no one will bother.

In the final analysis, this position is just a way for the superiors to raise scholars. Yue Dingtang knows it very well, so his main work is still on the school side. As long as Ling Shu is watching over the police station and helping to run errands to pass the message on his behalf, it is enough up.

He handed over the documents to Ling Shu and asked the other party to send them over, and then he went back to school to attend class.

At noon, the driver arrived on time and took him to the pre-appointed teahouse for a banquet.

Another dinner.

Yue Dingtang doesn't like going to dinner parties.

Although he is exquisite in appearance, leak-proof, and even a little hot on the outside and cold on the inside, but if he had a choice, he would rather stay at home quietly, read books, and write reviews.

It is better to be silent than to be ten thousand words. No matter how eloquent a person is, he will always make mistakes if he talks too much. If he makes mistakes, he needs to make up for them, and there will be endless troubles. Only by not talking at all can we prevent troubles.

But sometimes, this kind of meal is essential.

Especially as an intellectual, there is always some communication in the literary circle.For example, tonight’s guests came from the northern capital to participate in the event. They are also well-known pioneer poets and writers in China. They named them to experience the art of southern opera. In time, listen to the play, eat and talk about things, without any delay.

In broad daylight, there are not many people in the tea room, and it is really lively at night.

They looked down from the second floor, and they could see the actors on the stage and the sparse audience on the first floor.

"Minghong and Shaoyu came from afar, and they didn't greet well. Please forgive me. Don't look at this teahouse. It's quite old and well-known in the local area. Even Mr. Mei set up a stage and sang here in the early years. of."

"Where is that, Brother Zhao, you are too polite. Originally, we came here to communicate, that is, to stay for three or two days. You can just let us hang out by ourselves. Why bother to come out to accompany you, this is it?"

Greetings and politeness are inevitable opening remarks.

Among them, there are those in suits and leather shoes like Yue Dingtang, as well as those in long gowns and round caps. The combination of Chinese and Western styles is the most common feature nowadays.

"Come on, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Han Zhouhan, the editor-in-chief of "Times". You must have heard of it."

"Not only have I heard about it? Mr. Han's name is like thunder, and I have admired it for a long time. I have never missed every editorial you wrote under the pen name of 'Xiao Baiyang'!"

"Hahaha, brother Minghong is overwhelmed. I have read your poetry collections and works in Shanghai, and I must buy them every issue!"

"This is Mr. Yue Ding and Tang Yue. He is a law professor and an advisor to the Shanghai Police Department and the Concession Police Department."

Compared with those familiar names in the literary world, the three characters Yue Dingtang are relatively unfamiliar.

The two guests did not respond.

The vice-principal who was in charge of the introduction said again: "Mr. Yue is the one who solved the very famous murder case of Shanghai celebrities recently."

Only then did the two people suddenly realize that they were a little more impressed.

"It turned out that Mr. Yue solved the case, and we all heard about it in Beijing!"

"This case was reported by newspapers from all over the country. It was divided into several issues. We followed it from the beginning to the end. It was indeed ups and downs. However, no matter how colorful the newspapers were, there were inevitably exaggerations. I was lucky enough to meet you today. I wonder if brother-in-law Do you have time to tell us the details?"

Yue Dingtang was distracted.

It was the first time that he was distracted at this kind of dinner and didn't hear what others said to him.

Because he saw a person.

It's on the first floor, the first table in front of the stage.

He was the only one at that table.

On the table is a plate of peanuts, a stack of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, and a bowl of hot tea just brewed by Dr. Cha.

With Erlang's legs crossed, one hand rests on the table and beats to the rhythm, gauze can still be seen faintly on the back of the hand.

Yue Dingtang thought he was dazzled.

"Mr. Yue? Mr. Yue?"

Yue Dingtang came back to his senses.

"Sorry, I saw a friend just now, and my mind was distracted."

"It's okay, you still have a friend here, why don't you call him up, have tea and chat together."

Yue Dingtang said with a smile: "He likes to listen to operas, so let him stay below and don't bother each other."

At the request of everyone, he briefly told the story of the case. Although a few words were enough, it was amazing.

After all, not everyone can experience such an experience of wandering on the edge of life and death. For many literati who spend their days at their desks, it is more like something that happened in another world.

After Yue Dingtang finished telling the story, he glanced at his watch.

Now is one point.

In broad daylight, at noon during working hours, a person who was supposed to go out to deliver documents was listening to a play here.

Even if I gave him half a day off, it was for him to go back and move things, not for entertainment.

If a tiger doesn't show off its power, think of it as a sick cat?

Yue Dingtang sneered in his heart, raised his head naturally, and looked downstairs again.

A sneer condensed on the corner of his mouth.

People are gone.

The person who was still sitting there eating peanuts just now disappeared without a trace.

Yue Dingtang frowned slightly.

Seeing that the dinner was halfway through, he found an excuse to leave first and return to the city bureau.

The quiet corridor was empty.

It should still be lunch break.

Yue Dingtang walked slowly to the office and stopped for a moment.

There is no movement inside, and there is silence inside and outside.

Yue Dingtang decided that Ling Shu must have not come back, so he stretched out his hand and opened the door.

Naturally, the main table was empty.

The desk on the side of the office—

One person sat upright, writing vigorously, working hard, hanging on the beam and stabbing his thigh.

Hearing the opening of the door, the other party raised his head with a look of surprise.

"Sir, you came back so soon, didn't you talk about the dinner?"

Yue Dingtang: ...

He paces over.

Ling Shu wrote only one line of title on the blank paper.

On the Necessity of Public Security Rectification Around Shanghai Teahouses.

Yue Dingtang: "The documents I asked you to send, did you send them so quickly?"

Ling Shu: "Okay, the place you asked me to go is not far away. When I was going out, I happened to meet Secretary Song going to work, so he asked the driver to give me a ride. If I don't, I will come back quickly."

Secretary Song was the deputy mayor's secretary, and he reasoned that he had nothing to do with Ling Shu.

Moreover, this Secretary Song, Yue Dingtang has also heard of it, is not such a person to get close to.

But on the first day of work, Ling Shu established a relationship with him, and even asked the other party to give him a ride.

Even if it is a free ride, it depends on the target.

Yue Dingtang raised his eyebrows: "Brother Ling is so sociable!"

Ling Shu is modest: "Wherever it is, I learned this from the officer!"

Yue Dingtang: ...

Why does it sound a bit wrong?

"Didn't I give you half a day off, you finished moving all your things?"

"I haven't gone back to move it yet. When I came back, I passed the teahouse and saw someone being stolen at the door, so I thought of this topic. When it's finished, can I trouble you to correct it?"

Yue Dingtang gave a meaningful sigh and expressed doubts: "You just passed by, didn't you go in to sit, rest your feet, and listen to the play?"

Ling Shu had an innocent and pure face: "How can it be, isn't this about work, how can you do such a thing during work?"

Yue Dingtang smiled and said: "I really did not misunderstand the person. You were such a diligent and active person when you were studying, and you are no exception now. Can I see the report you wrote tomorrow?"

Ling Shu wondered: "Tomorrow may be too hasty, can you allow some time?"

Yue Dingtang refused to let him go: "Then you set a time. However, it's just a report, so it won't take ten days and half a month to write it?"

Ling Shu: "That's not the case, it can always be completed in a month."

Yue Dingtang nodded: "Then I will give you a month."

That's how it got over.

When Yue Dingtang returned home that night, his elder sister Yue Chunxiao heard that Ling Shu was working under him, so she asked him a few more questions, asking him to take care of his old classmates and not make him work too hard.

Yue Dingtang twitched his lips when he heard this: "Assistant consultant, you don't have to run around like you used to in the office all day long, what's the hard work?"

Yue Chunxiao: "Then why don't you ask someone to write a report? I heard that you have to travel all over Shanghai, go to the surrounding districts and counties to investigate, and you have to apply for funds. This sounds very hard. Xiaoling's injury is still not healed. Quan, I have seen that wound in the hospital, if you want him to help you, you have to be a little bit more measured."

The more Yue Dingtang listened, the more suspicious he became: "What kind of funds, what did he tell you?"

Yue Chunxiao blamed: "He didn't say anything, so I feel sorry for him. In order to repay your support, he took everything on himself. You have to help him."

Yue Dingtang: ...

He couldn't argue with a hundred words, and he simply didn't say a word, letting his own sister babble.

Since it was too late, he didn't have time to go to Ling Shu to investigate.

In the early morning of the next day, Yue Dingtang went directly to Ling's house.

Ling Yao told him that Ling Shu got up early in the morning and went to the Municipal Bureau.

Yue Dingtang had no choice but to rush to the Municipal Bureau again.

As soon as he got off the car, before he could go to the office in the future, he met Secretary Song head-on.

When Secretary Song saw him, he said, "Brother Yue, you came just in time. The funding you applied for has been paid. Come with me to sign it."

After finishing speaking, he moved closer, and said with a mysterious smile: "Your face is really great, and the road is unimpeded. As soon as Mayor Chen heard that it was your proposal, he immediately asked the finance side to approve it, but it was also because of you. The plan is indeed good, brother Yue, you are a career candidate, why don't you quit your job at the school and concentrate on doing here!"

Yue Dingtang: ...

Although he didn't know what happened yet, he had a hunch that all of this must have something to do with the surname Ling.

Ling, Shu!

Ling Shu, who was preparing to enter outside the cinema, sneezed.

Needless to say, Yue Dingtang must be scolding him.

Yue Ding Tang had just arrived at the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, his foundation was unstable, and he had nothing to do. He took the initiative to invite Ying, established good relations with all parties, and applied for funding items for the chief. It took half an all-night effort for this. , actually still arrange him behind the scenes.

Alas, these days, it's really hard to be a good person.