Chapter Nineteen: Strange and Mysterious

  That day after work, Han Qin met Yang Feng in the corridor. Yang Feng was dressed in a suit and tie, with not a speck of dust on him, his slender figure standing straight as a pen, his pale face full of confidence, looking like he had just achieved something.

  Seeing Han Qin, Yang Feng enthusiastically came over and shook hands with him, smiling: "I felt during the interview that you would definitely be admitted, how was my judgment? What score did you get?"

  Han Qin also smiled and said: "I am in the third department of the old cadre."

  "Old Cadre Office...?" Yang Feng's eyebrows slightly furrowed, then he smiled and said: "Alright, Old Cadre Office is good. I'm in one office. When we have time, let's have a good chat, I feel like we two are quite fated."

  When Han Qin and Yang Feng were shaking hands and talking, Liu Xiang happened to pass by, saw Yang Feng, and his originally gloomy face suddenly changed. Even the acne on his face was shining brightly, and he smiled all over his face: "Brother Feng, going to work? I heard you followed the mayor, congratulations first, I'll invite you out another day!"

  Liu Xiang turned his face and nodded slightly to Han Qin, which was considered a greeting. Coming but not going is also impolite, so Han Qin also nodded slightly in response.

  After two days of learning, Han Qin had a general understanding of the functional composition of the Municipal Government Office. The General Office is fully responsible for the municipal party committee member and municipal government secretary-general Li Changsheng, with nine deputy secretaries-general under him. The General Office has 15 functional departments, one department under the leadership of the Secretary-General, responsible for drafting speeches for the Mayor and arranging political activities. Departments two to seven are responsible for corresponding work assigned to the vice mayors. There are also eight other departments: Secretariat Department, Cadre Personnel Department, Information Department, Retired Cadres Department, Comprehensive Department, Guard Department, Supervision Office, and Legal Affairs Office.

  Yang Feng was assigned to work in the First Division and became Secretary of Mayor Zhou Ping, which is what they call a Municipal Secretariat. It seems that Yang Feng is indeed the son of Deputy Secretary Yang, and it's not just a rumor! The First Division is the fastest way to get promoted, Mayor Zhou's original secretary Fang Hua went from entering the First Division to being transferred to Haining District as deputy district head in just four years! Entering the First Division means having unlimited prospects, and next up is Yang Feng!

  Han Qin shook his head and smiled wryly, but he himself entered the Old Cadre Section, which was also the most insignificant department in the Municipal Office. The section chief of the Old Cadre Section, Liu Jian, was a demobilized military officer who had been a regimental commander during his time in service. He was transferred to the Old Cadre Section as deputy section chief and only became section chief when he was about to become an old cadre himself!

  If I can't make a name for myself in this position, I'm afraid I'll end up like Ding Wenhui, working until retirement and maybe becoming a director-level clerk.

  A celebrity once said: The same tiles, if you stick them in the toilet, every day you face is garbage and filth. If you stick them in the kitchen, what you enjoy is delicious food!

  Not far from the city government's large courtyard, Han Qin saw Ding Wenhui, twisted the electric door of the electric vehicle, and Han Qin caught up with Ding Wenhui.

  Seeing Han Qin coming over, Ding Wen Hui smiled and said: "Little Han, does your family also live around here?"

  Han Qin replied: "Right, Brother Ding, we are on the same road."

  Although Han Qin and Ding Wen Hui had only been together for two days, Ding Wen Hui already felt that this young man was not as cunning as he thought. He was straightforward and didn't have the cold and sinister air of Liu Xiang or the habit of stirring up trouble like Zhang Xin. However, people like him wouldn't be able to get ahead in official circles. If things didn't go well, at over 40 years old, he might not even be able to become a deputy department head, let alone anything higher. He would be stuck as a low-ranking soldier his whole life, with no prospects for advancement, and unable to hold his head up in front of relatives and friends.

  The two of them chatted as they walked until they reached the entrance to the farmer's market. Ding Wen-hui saw a small stall selling rice cakes by the side of the road, and the vendor was a deaf-mute who used gestures to attract customers.

  That cake is really beautiful, with layers of dates, raisins and walnut kernels that are clearly distinct, the colors are bright and appetizing.

  Ding Wen Hui stopped the car and said to Han Qin, "Little Han, you go first. My mother has just arrived from the countryside, I'll buy some cake for her to try."

  Han Qin nodded and smiled, this Ding Wen Hui is still a filial son! After agreeing to it, Han Qin had already passed by. Just as he hadn't walked far, Han Qin felt something was off!

  Originally, there was only a small vendor beside the rickshaw soliciting business. When Ding Wenhui walked by to buy rice cakes, seven or eight accomplices suddenly appeared from all directions and quickly and quietly surrounded the rickshaw!

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, Ding Wenhui had a conflict with the deaf-mute person when he was paying.

  Ding Wen-hui asked the price, and the mute couldn't express himself in language. The young man stretched out two fingers with his hand. As soon as Ding Wen-hui saw the two fingers, he thought it was 20 yuan per catty, which is a bit expensive, so he bought less.

  Ding Wenhui also learned from the vendor, stretching out a finger and gesturing as he said: "One catty, one catty!" The vendor nodded, picked up a sharp small knife, and cut into the flower cake!

  This knife went down, and Ding Wenhui felt a bit bad. He looked at the block of tofu, which was definitely more than one kilogram! The Uyghur man put the cake on the tray and weighed it - four kilograms eight ounces!

  Ding Wen Hui repeatedly gestured and explained: "Too much, too much!"

  At this time, the vendor suddenly could speak too, speaking in a twisted Mandarin dialect: "No way, no way, if you cut it off, there's no solution. You said one knife, I just cut once."

  Damn! So that's how it is! Ding Wenhui shook his head and sighed, he didn't understand what was going on, but he had fallen into their trap! I ask for one catty with one finger, you cut me a knife, you come over here a bit, there are also ten catties!

  Ding Wen-hui, after all, was a staff member of the municipal government, and seeing that there were people gathering around to watch the excitement, he was afraid of running into acquaintances and feeling embarrassed, so he could only admit defeat, take out a 100-yuan bill and hand it to the street vendor.

  Unexpectedly, the vendor took the money and not only didn't give change but also said in a twisted tone: "Not enough, not enough! Four catties eight taels, two hundred yuan per catty, nine hundred sixty yuan."

  After hearing what the little vendor said, Ding Wen-hui knew that this kid was going to cheat him! He picked up the cake and didn't even want his change back. Ding Wen-hui turned around and was about to leave!

  Before he could even turn around, Ding Wen-hui saw a tall and sturdy young man with a high nose and deep eyes blocking his way, with a sharp Ingersoll knife pressed against his waist! Several expressionless young men with cold eyes also surrounded him from the side!

  Han Qin stopped his electric motorcycle by the roadside and watched these guys, seeing what they wanted to do! It's not time to take action yet!

  The young man with a knife spoke in the same awkward tone and said viciously: "Hand over your money, you can't leave!"

  How dare you! You still dare to rob me in broad daylight! Although Ding Wenhui was not successful in his official career, he had been working in the city government for over a decade and couldn't be intimidated so easily!

  Ding Wen-hui took out his mobile phone and dialed 110. The police officer at the command center heard that someone was robbing with a knife and immediately ordered the local police station to rush to the scene quickly. The police arrived very quickly, in less than five minutes, they rushed to the scene.

  When someone has a dispute with this group of disabled people, the police also feel very embarrassed! Not to mention such economic disputes, even if they are caught stealing things, there are related policies, and they pretend to be deaf and dumb, making it difficult for them to interrogate, so they can only catch and release!

  I've encountered such things before, after the master reported the case, the police could only mediate and make them spend money to eliminate the disaster. If you come hard, these people will follow you home, entwining you like a devil! Under the unbearable circumstances, I can only take out money to admit defeat, buying a lesson!

  The police pulled Ding Wen-hui to one side and explained the situation. Ding looked at several young people next to him with eyes as cold as snakes, and his heart couldn't help but feel a chill!

  Han Qin walked over from the side and said: "Since that's the case, then let's not bother the police comrades with this. We can handle this small matter ourselves, it's just a few dollars, isn't it?"

  Ding Wen Hui did not expect Han Qin was still there, and his heart suddenly warmed up a lot.

  Han Qin scanned the brain information of that leader. This IQ is too low, it's simply not open-minded, no wonder it's so barbaric! Interfering with such a brain should be easy as pie, half an hour's effect is enough!

  Let's have an ideological struggle, not a physical one, and let them settle it among themselves!

  The police repeatedly instructed before leaving: you must think clearly, spend money to resolve the issue, do not conflict with them, and maintain unity!

  Seeing the police leave, several young men showed a faintly discernible cold smile on their faces! No one noticed, and Han Qin also smiled disdainfully!

  Han Qin walked up to the young man selling rice cakes and took out a 10-yuan bill from his wallet. The young man accepted the bill and surprisingly returned a 100-yuan note that he had previously received!

  "Hey, Brother Ding, the guy said it was a mistake. It's not 2 yuan and 1 jin, but 2 yuan per jin. We don't even want the 4 cents change. Let's go, stop daydreaming." As he spoke, he handed the money to Ding Wen Hui, and gave a meaningful glance at the several young men surrounding them!

  Ding Wen Hui looked at Han Qin, not believing that this would settle the matter! He didn't expect that following Han Qin forward, those few fierce-looking young men stood there like stakes, and actually didn't block their way!

  The onlookers who had gathered around to watch the commotion saw that it ended like this and immediately dispersed, grumbling and complaining.

  Just walked a short distance, Han Qin smiled and said: "Ding Ge, let's finish watching the good show before leaving!"

  Ding Wen Hui turned his head and looked, shocked with his eyes wide open!

  Those several aliens who seemed a bit dazed just now suddenly rushed towards the little vendor selling rice cakes like they were crazy, seven or eight people started beating him up! In just a few minutes, the little vendor was knocked to the ground, wailing and rolling around on the ground.

  After knocking down the vendors selling rice cakes, these young men with a murderous look on their faces seemed to still be unsatisfied, with no place to vent their energy, and began to fight each other without warning, until they were crying out in terror!

  Ding Wen Hui looked at Han Qin in horror, and saw a strange scene!

  Han Qin was holding his mobile phone, concentrating on taking pictures, and said while taking pictures: "This is their internal conflict, self-inflicted injury, and has nothing to do with us. It's not worth mentioning anywhere, let alone taking pictures as evidence!"