As the director of the Municipal Narcotics Control Office and the deputy director in charge of criminal investigation and anti-narcotics work, Han Bo's first thing when he officially took office was to treat the funeral. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After participating in the first party committee after taking office, he talked with Song Wen, who was waiting for the handover, in the office of the deputy director for more than half an hour, Han Bo, accompanied by the deputy director of the bureau office and a policeman from the Political Department, first rushed to the hospital to comfort the relatives of several comrades-in-arms who were in the hospital who were overwhelmed by their injuries and were being treated in the hospital, and then rushed to the home of Yang Wenjin, the deputy head of the detachment.

When a new official takes office, he talks about the scene and does the scene thing.

Compared with visiting the relatives who comforted their fallen comrades, many people wanted to know what he talked to Song Wen in the office, or what Song Wen talked to him in the office.

When you go in, your face is solemn, and when you come out, your face is expressionless, and the two of you are like this.

There was no third person present at the handover, and there was no movement inside, which surprised many people. Song Wen stepped down because of him, Song Wen has been the deputy director in charge of criminal investigation for several years anyway, although he is not very involved in some things within the team, it does not mean that Song Wen is really easy to bully.

Afraid that Song Wen would not be able to turn this corner, Secretary Meng and Minister Jiang of the Organization Department talked to him before announcing his appointment and dismissal.

Han Bo didn't know what others thought or what they thought.

Taking the opportunity to get out of the car to breathe, I walked to the side of the road and called back Lao Lu's phone.

From the morning to now, more than a dozen have not answered, all of them are called by Lao Lu, in Lao Lu's mind, Han Bo is still a hairy boy who has just joined the work, and he is still a young cadre who has just reported to him, and he is always worried about this, not worried about that, and now he is not as busy as before, and he will call when he is free.

"Rest assured, although the situation is a little complicated, it is not as exaggerated as others say. ”

Han Bo looked back at the car that had just been parked downstairs at Yang Wenjin's house, and the few leaders who had just walked into the doorway, and said in his hometown: "There is nothing in the world, and mediocre people disturb themselves, I think this is very reasonable." The reason why many problems and contradictions have occurred and even intensified are all thought up and spread by some people, and perhaps it has something to do with face.

For example, Huang Zhonghai, executive deputy director, and Xie Zhihua, deputy director of the bureau, have participated in the work for several decades and have held many posts one after another; as veteran comrades and veteran party members, how can they openly oppose Secretary Meng's leadership? Organizational principles are no longer necessary, and besides, the public security bureau is a government department under quasi-military management, and as long as they wear police uniforms, they must obey orders and obey commands. ”

"Han Bo, you're saying they're in a dilemma right now?"

"I think it should be that although the old director was transferred from the Public Security Bureau, he was not transferred far, and there was a change in the appointment. At that time, Luo was expected by everyone, and Meng was not even on the public list, so where would Luo's face go? As for the specific deputy directors, if they showed determination, obedience to Secretary Meng's leadership, what would others think?

"Bystander Qing, your analysis has a certain reason, don't get involved, if you have the opportunity to resolve it, you can resolve it, and if you don't have a chance to resolve it, forget it. Thinking of the embarrassing situation of some cadres in Lao Liangzhuang when he retreated to the second line, Lao Lu was deeply touched.

"Don't talk about it, I'm the deputy leader of the funeral team, and a few more people went in just now, I'm going to take a look. ”

"Get busy, there can be a few first-class heroes in the country, and the funeral of first-class heroes is not a trivial matter, and we must help others handle the aftermath of the funeral. ”

"I will. ”

The hero's body is in the funeral home, the city's best makeup artist is helping to sort out the remains, relatives and friends are temporarily unable to go to the memorial service, and relatives have set up a small mourning hall at home.

From the doorway to the corridor, from the corridor to the living room of his house, and then to the three rooms that were not large, they were all filled with wreaths and couplets. Most of the people living in the building and even the entire community are political and legal police, and the neighbors in the building not only did not come over to oppose it because they were wreaths in place, but spontaneously came to help.

For example, his house is small, and after setting up the mourning hall and placing wreaths, there is only a little place to stay. Those who came to pay their respects could only take turns to enter, and they couldn't stand in the corridors, let alone sit down and rest.

The doors from the first floor to the sixth floor are all wide open, and the leaders, comrades-in-arms, friends, relatives, and even drug addicts who have come to mourn can go in and wait, there is a place to sit, there is tea, and there is a special person responsible for registration.

Who has been here, how much money has been left, everything must be written down, no matter how big or small.

The lover and daughter of the Yang detachment seemed to have expressed their attitude last night, and the Yang detachment was honest, self-disciplined, and frank when he was alive, and he never took a cent of money that he shouldn't have taken. He died, and he couldn't take any gifts that shouldn't have been received.

Those who are forced to stay will be returned in the future, and if they can't be returned, they can only be donated.

Those who have come to mourn will come to the door if there is anything in the future......

His wife, his daughter, including his younger siblings and sister-in-law, are all reasonable and heart-wrenching.

If it weren't for the hasty departure, this would have been a happy family.

Now, the four walls are speechless, on the white wall, in the black frame, only Yang Wenjin's resolute gaze and familiar smile.

Looking around, wreaths and couplets convey people's sorrows and tell the story of a hero.

It may be the relationship between light and psychology, but when you walk into this small mourning hall, the outside seems to have lost its brightness and looks low and quiet. A cold snap in early spring hits through the open windows, making the grieving people feel even more chilled.

"Korean Bureau, it's inconvenient, I want to report some work. "The political commissar of the anti-drug team has been here to help, and from last night to now, I don't know how many relatives and friends he has helped to receive, thank, and send away, he hasn't closed his eyes all night, and he looks very haggard.

Han Bo nodded, clasped the hand of the Yang detachment's lover again, and said sincerely: "Sister-in-law, Xiaohui, I know that you are very sad and sad, in fact, I am as sad as you, and now I am pale in saying any words of comfort, you know my mobile phone number, no matter what happens in the future, just call me." ”

"Thank you, thank you. ”

"Thank you, Uncle Han......"

This is what leaders, especially leaders of public security organs, are most afraid of encountering.

With an extremely heavy heart, Han Bo walked with the high political commissar of the anti-drug team to the living room of the upstairs family. There were six or seven people sitting in the living room, most of them were public security policemen, all in their forties, but there was only one third-level police supervisor, and they all stood up and saluted.

I didn't know any of them, they should all be colleagues from the anti-drug front, Han Bo hurriedly returned the salute.

There was a man in a suit, who did not salute, who sat in the middle of everyone, and who should be of the highest status.

Where is this reporting work, Political Commissar Gao showed a hint of apologetic expression, and introduced uneasily: "Report to the Korean Bureau, Deputy Director Guo came from Chengdu overnight, and the Liao Bureau, Bao Bureau, and Tang Corps also came overnight, and they had dinner with our Provincial Department Zhu Corps at noon......

It turned out that the deputy director of the public security department of a neighboring province was wearing a suit, and the others were deputy directors of the public security bureaus of the surrounding prefectures, county bureau chiefs, or detachment leaders of the city bureaus.

General Zhu said that only three of the more than 40 people left were still fighting drugs.

As the earliest batch of anti-narcotics policemen, almost all of them have been injured and hung up with colors, and no one can erase the contributions they made on the anti-narcotics front in those years.

"Han Bureau, I have heard of the name for a long time, please take a seat. ”

Deputy Director Guo shook Han Bo's hand and beckoned him to sit beside him.

The memorial service was held two days later, and they were busier than the other, and it was impossible to wait for that day, so they actually sat here to hold a memorial service, recalling the scenes of training together and fighting drugs together.

When it comes to laughter when it comes to happiness, tears when it comes to sadness.

Han Bogang sat down and listened for a while, and Yang Xiaohui, the daughter of the Yang detachment, was brought up by Zhu Qing, deputy chief of the anti-drug corps of the provincial department, and asked her to sit aside and listen to his father's affairs.

This is a memorial service that the Dongping City Bureau does not know, the political commissar of the anti-drug detachment who was qualified to participate before, and he still plays the role of a waiter.

The leaders who came to mourn came one after another, including many deputy department-level leaders, none of whom knew that there was such an event upstairs, let alone been invited to participate.

Han Bozheng wondered why he was sitting here, and Deputy Director Guo suddenly said: "Deputy Director Han, Yang Wenjin is an excellent public security policeman, a recognized anti-drug hero, he spent almost all of his limited life time on public security work, especially anti-drug work, leaving only tears of regret to his family and friends.

He has never had a relationship in his life, and being able to take up the leadership position at the deputy department level is all hard work, and it is all in exchange for his life. I was transferred later, and before I was transferred, he had been injured seven times. The most terrible one was not the grenade explosion, it was too fast to be afraid. ”

"Lao Guo, which time did you say that?" No one here except Han Bo regarded him as the deputy director, and a gray-haired first-class police inspector asked coldly.

"A few days before I was transferred, I arrested a group of petty drug dealers, and one of them grabbed his arm and bit him, biting desperately, and the meat was about to bite off. After picking it up, the little bastard giggled like crazy, we thought it was strange, and after the interrogation, we found out that he had AIDS, and he wanted to transmit AIDS to Lao Yang. ”

Deputy Director Guo rolled up his sleeves, pointed to his arm and said, "Probably this position, Lao Yang didn't know it at the time, he thought it was a flesh injury, and went to the hospital to get more than a dozen stitches." We knew that we were afraid, so Lao Zhu and I hurriedly sent him back to the hospital and asked the doctor to cut off the piece of meat that had just been sewn again, for fear of being infected. ”

Liu Xiaohui had heard of these things for the first time, and she only knew that there was a big scar on her father's left arm, a sunken scar, who knew that the scar was caused by this, the more she thought about it, the more sad she became, and she sat on the side and cried silently.

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