The strategy adopted by Ping Wei is to avoid and alienate all the unreasonable demands of the political commissar under normal circumstances, seize his shortcomings at the critical moment, and deal him a fatal blow. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Usually, she smiles, doesn't say anything, and doesn't do anything, but everything is in her sight.

Ping Fu had a hunch that sooner or later this political commissar would poke the basket of the criminal police detachment, so he had to be given special attention.

Sometimes looking at his straightforward appearance, I really feel that I have nothing to say.

Just think, let him be.

Open one eye, close one eye, as long as he doesn't make too many small movements behind his back, as long as he doesn't poke too big a basket, it's fine.

Anyway, Ping Xuan could feel that this political commissar was inexplicably timid about himself.

Whenever a pair of eyes swept over his face on his solemn face, he would immediately silence him.

Late one night, Ping Wei was woken by a call from the policewoman of the 110 police station, and she was called to a super five-star hotel.

Here's what the 110 police flower said:

"Ping detachment, someone called the 110 police.

It was said that the political commissar who found out your detachment had drunk too much and was making trouble, why don't you hurry up and take a look?

Let's not notify the inspector detachment and the local police station to send the police, you see, okay?"

Of course, Ping Yu understood, and immediately said, "Okay, I'll go to that place and have a look!" Thank you, tell your director, I'll invite you when I go back, let's go have a big dinner!"

After speaking, Ping Yu rushed to the accident site with a burning heart.

Hey, good guys, one of them is called super cool, right? I was actually drunk, not to mention, I was still in the lobby of this super five-star hotel, noisy, what to bet with people, I must be here, peeing in public!

As he spoke, he was about to stretch his hand down.

A group of men and women shouted and coaxed like a tsunami.

In the lobby, occasionally, there are also expatriates coming and going.

And in his mouth, he was still showing off his might and babbling nonsense at a group of drunken men and women who surrounded him, showing off, shouting, and scolding, saying: "I, TMD-a phone call, Artemisia Yanran-ah, just the assistant to the director of the city bureau, just, I have to come!"

- She, does she dare to come?

I-'veer' her again!

Hey, the woman, haha-

It's flattering, it's funny, it's a demon!"

Pingfu went in a police uniform.

At this time, her face was hateful and stern, and under the shadow of the majestic police uniform, the ghost shone brightly.

Although she tried her best to hide it, the coldness of her face could not completely resist the disgust from her heart, so when she faced the political commissar in civilian clothes, she coldly and majestically ordered:

"Commissar, you don't have to call her!

One by one, a phone call, I've been summoned by you!

Now, you, hurry up—follow me—go!

Let's go, go back, right away!"

Perhaps, it is her straight body, or maybe it is the police uniform, or maybe it is her fierce and fierce eyes, her unquestionable majestic words, and the awe-inspiring righteousness of her plainness? Or is it the identity of a non-party member? Or is it some other inexplicable righteousness?

Anyway, the political commissar in a drunken state, a drunk man who always advertises himself as a big man, actually didn't say a word, and no longer compared any hooliganism, obediently like a defeated general, followed her, staggered, and left.

However, all of this, including the 110 police call, is operated by a media reporter behind the scenes, and a lot of images have been taken.

The bad impact of this incident took a long time and many methods to smooth out the media exposure and prevent the situation from further deteriorating.

As for the political commissar, he was actually locked up for a week by Ping Yu alone without saying a word or reporting.

In fact, the next day, after he had woken up, Ping Fu entered his room and said:

"You choose for yourself, is it better for me to lock up your confinement, or if you don't listen to me and be completely exposed by the media?

If you choose the former one, you can stay in the criminal police detachment and continue to be your political commissar, but you must listen to my three chapters.

If you choose the latter one, you will be removed from your post tonight and fired, and you will be fired by the criminal police detachment, you can choose for yourself!"

Naturally, the commissar had no choice but to choose the first plan.

So, Ping Fu asked him:

"Your office is your confinement room.

You are not allowed to go out of the office, receive guests, answer or make phone calls, go out of any crime scene, and attend any city bureau meetings.

All three meals a day are delivered by the canteen chef.

You, start thinking about it behind closed doors for a week!"

So, the political commissar really obediently began to think about it behind closed doors for a week.

Even he himself is very strange, it's too abnormal, he actually obeys his words like this.

Why should you be afraid of Pingfu? It's really unbelievable, it's extreme.

But no one can know such a filthy drunkenness! He understood this, so he had to knock out his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

For a week, he didn't have a temper at all.

When I think about it in the middle of the night, I jump to my feet in anger, so what?

Sometimes I wonder how the young men of the criminal police will despise themselves when they can go out, and how will they carry out political and ideological education in the future?

But when he woke up and thought about the ghost that night, he himself was ashamed and embarrassed, and he really regretted not being at the beginning!

So he was willing to be punished like this, except for thinking, that is, eating, and then sleeping, and finally he finally became very interested in the books in the large bookcases in a row.

There were a lot of books on the investigation at home and abroad in the bookcase in his office, and she told the political commissar at the time:

"Political and ideological work is very difficult to do, and it needs a lot of details to support.

So you can use your office as a detachment library and arrange for the right people to read books regularly!

You can read more of these good books yourself!"

At that time, he thought she was condescending and looked down on him from the army and did not have a bachelor's degree.

Now, he has finally discovered the New World.

So for the next few days, he spent the next few days reading books voraciously.

What Sherlock Holmes detectives, what major cases have been solved since the founding of the country, what Agatha Christie, what Seiichi Morimura, and so on.

He almost has a book a day, and he knows that his personal memory is very good, basically he can't forget it, and he reads it quickly, but he has a lot of books, so it's Sunday in a blink of an eye.

When Ping Yu walked into his office, he opened a pair of panda eyes, looked at it in a daze, and it took a long time to react, he could go out!

He was so happy that he actually asked Ping Wei:

"Ping detachment, why don't you lock me up for another seven days?

I haven't had time to finish reading these books yet!

These books are so meaningful to read, why don't I go out first?"

is so angry that there is nothing to be done!

However, because the political commissar lowered his eyebrows and did not say a word, he really thought about it behind closed doors, and Ping Yu really endured this filthy anger and did not report this quasi-"hooliganism" of his political commissar.

Ping Fu thought that he was doing this purely to give him a chance.

Let him know clearly that in the criminal police detachment, where the bottom line cannot be touched, is where.

Otherwise, the consequences that await his serious handling must be borne by himself.

In fact, this week, Ping Yu also "thought about it behind closed doors" in her heart, and she felt that she was really mature. Sometimes, she was also surprised, how could she have such a deep city like this?

Is it right? or is it wrong? The city is deep, is it good or not? Pingfu doesn't know.

But she only hopes that from now on, this paradoxical political commissar can really grow into a qualified political commissar, and it can be regarded as her bitter heart and tolerance.