Although Bao Xing did not go on stage to receive the award, as a member of Second Squadron, he also received a first-class merit ribbon.
Bao Xing liked this ribbon very much. He puffed out his chest and raised his head as he walked around the Public Security Bureau's compound twice, afraid that no one would notice.
Back in the office, Bao Xing still refused to take off his ribbon.
Wang Xiao sized him up. "Comrade Bao, this is enough. Everyone in our office has one. You can't show it off here."
"Brother Wang, it's not a matter of showing off. This is a first-class collective merit. How many police officers can't get this kind of merit in their entire lives? This is an honor." Bao Xing pointed at his ribbon.
"Isn't this why we work so hard on the case? This represents the recognition of our superiors and the people."
Wang Xiao smiled. "I didn't know that you're so aware at such a young age."
Jiang Yang changed the topic. "Oh right, our Second Squadron got a first-class merit. Captain Ma is in the limelight now. Doesn't he have any plans tonight?"
Li Qin answered, "That's a good question. Why don't we get someone to 'report' to Captain Ma's office?"
Han Bin smiled and said, "There's no need to go. I asked Captain Ma when I came back. He said that we just got a first-class merit, so we have to keep a low profile. We'll remember this meal and he'll treat us in a few days."
Bao Xing said, "Captain Ma is too careful. It's only now that he's treating us."
"Why don't you talk to Captain Ma again?"
Bao Xing smiled. "I'll pass. I'll go home and celebrate. I'll remember Captain Ma's meal first."
Everyone smiled and didn't say anything. He wasn't the only one who thought so. The others also wanted to share this good news with their families. It was as meaningful as a family celebration.
This time, the reward for the First Class Collective Merit was not only honor, but also generous bonuses and allowances. There was also face.
Take Han Bin for example. His father had just called and asked if he was coming home for dinner.
Wang Ting went back to her parents' house. There was no gathering tonight, so Han Bin naturally had to go home.
There were no urgent cases on hand during this period. Han Bin got off work on time and arrived home around six in the evening.
As soon as he entered, he saw a chubby figure. It was his uncle, Wang Qingsheng.
Han Bin smiled and said, "Uncle, you haven't been here for a while. What have you been busy with?"
Wang Qingsheng was thinner than usual, but he looked more energetic. "It's not that I didn't come, it's just that you haven't been home much lately. I heard from your mom that you have a girlfriend. When are you going to bring her back for us to see? "
"Soon. I'll mention it to her when I have time."
"That's right. You're not young anymore. Your parents are still waiting for their grandchildren. You have to tighten your grip. "
"Ahem …" Wang Huifang walked out of the kitchen and coughed. "You, don't just talk about him. You should pay more attention to yourself."
Wang Qingsheng didn't expect to get himself into trouble. He laughed awkwardly and said, "I'm just letting nature take its course."
"Mom, what are we eating tonight?"
Wang Huifang replied, "Steamed bowls. They're all your favorites."
Han Weidong also walked out and wiped his hands on his apron. "Son, where's your award certificate? Let us see."
Han Bin took out the medal, award certificate, and ribbon from his briefcase.
Han Weidong quickly took it and glanced at it. "Tsk tsk, not bad, not bad at all. Group first-class merit and individual second-class merit. These must be hung up."
Han Weidong walked into the living room and gestured behind the sofa.
Wang Qingsheng laughed. "Brother-in-law, this can't be hung up. When we come back, we can get a glass cabinet in the living room or study. That'll look more stylish."
"That's a good idea." Han Weidong nodded and said to Wang Huifang, "Let's go to the furniture market when we have time."
Wang Huifang shook her head and laughed. "You're getting excited just by talking about this."
Han Weidong said with a straight face, "Of course, this represents honor. It's not easy to be a police officer. When I get older, these are all that's left. They're all memories of my youth."
"Brother Bin, I heard from your dad that you're already a deputy squadron leader?"
"Yes, I just got promoted two days ago."
Wang Qingsheng gave him a thumbs up. "Not bad. Based on your speed of promotion, you'll surpass your dad in two years. When you meet him, he'll have to salute you."
Han Weidong smiled. "I hope he can surpass me. However, there's a big gap between deputy and chief. If he wants to get promoted, he'll have to work harder."
Han Bin was confident. "Don't worry. That day won't be too far away."
Wang Huifang glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's time. Let's eat."
Soon, eight steamed bowls were served on the table. They were steamed pork with preserved vegetables, tofu sandwiches, four happiness meatballs, shredded kelp, steamed mutton, fish slices, steamed eggplant, and scallops with vermicelli.
The aroma of the food assailed his nostrils. Han Bin swallowed his saliva. It had been a long time since he had a bite like this.
Han Bin picked up a piece of tofu sandwiches. The outside was fried tofu and the inside was filled with meat. The texture was rich and delicious.
"Come, today is a good day. Let's have a few drinks." Han Weidong took out a bottle of aged wine. It looked like it had been stored for a long time and poured everyone a glass.
"Come, come, come. Let's have a toast." Wang Qingsheng said.
Wang Huifang said, "Don't drink too much. Half and half."
Wang Qingsheng drank half a glass and put it down. He grinned. "Good wine. Strong enough."
Wang Qingsheng picked up another piece of streaky pork and put it in his mouth. "Delicious! I haven't had streaky pork for a long time."
Wang Huifang asked with concern. "Qingsheng, are you still on a diet?"
"Yes. I don't eat much at night and have lost more than five pounds. It's just that I can't tell."
Han Weidong put down his chopsticks. "It's right to lose weight. Continue to work hard. But you can't skip dinner. Otherwise, your stomach will spoil. "
"I also eat, but I don't eat staple food. I only eat a small amount of low-calorie food." Wang Qingsheng said and picked up another piece of fish. "Today is all thanks to Brother Bin. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to eat such good food."
Han Bin raised his glass. "Uncle, let me toast you. I wish you will get thinner as you eat."
"That's fine." Wang Qingsheng chuckled and drank half a glass of wine.
Han Bin picked up the bottle and poured another glass of wine for Wang Qingsheng. "How's business at your antique stall recently?"
Wang Qingsheng scratched his chubby face. "Nothing much. Many people are afraid of the epidemic, and their spending habits have changed."
"In the past, many people started to learn from Europe and the United States. They ignore money, and many people buy antiques to invest."
"Not anymore." Wang Qingsheng rubbed his fingers. "It's better to have money than anything else. Antiques in prosperous times, gold in troubled times. "
"There are people on the antique street now, but they look at more and buy less. My income is plummeting. If I didn't open a secondary business, I might have changed my career."
Han Bin took a sip of tea. "Uncle, what secondary business have you opened?"
Wang Qingsheng smiled and clinked his glass with Han Weidong's. He drank half a glass of wine and said happily. "High-tech industry."
Han Bin was surprised. "You are an antique dealer. How did you get involved with the high-tech industry? Don't get cheated."
Wang Qingsheng said nonchalantly. "Don't look down on me. I have been in society for so many years. How can I be cheated so easily?"
"Furthermore, there is no cost in our industry, and we don't need to invest. It's pure profit."
"That's a good thing." Han Bin felt more and more unreliable.
"Don't doubt me. Haven't you heard of this saying? Heavy industries rely on real estate, light industries rely on street stalls, and high-tech industries rely on live broadcasts." Wang Qingsheng waved his hand and started the rhythm.
Han Bin was surprised and did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Uncle, you are a streamer now."
Wang Qingsheng opened the headline app. "Of course. I have tens of thousands of fans now. Look."
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