Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Guan Shen took away the produced coenzyme Q10, and hurriedly went to the Xibao Town Police Station to call the police.

"Comrade, I'll call the police." Guan Shen became less reserved and more flexible. In the past, he insisted on calling the police.

There was only one internal policeman at the police station reading the newspaper, he raised his eyes to look at Guan Shen, and asked lazily, "What's the matter?"

"I'm Guan Shen, the manager of WestJet's factory. The Westburg Meat Factory closed our factory forcibly without prior notice. I request the police." Guan Shen spoke quickly, and his Cantonese accent became heavy.

The policeman didn't understand, so he picked out his ears: "What did you say?"

"My factory was robbed." Guan Shen replied word by word.

"You don't need to speak so loudly, I can hear you." The policeman didn't think too much about his voice, put down the newspaper, and asked, "You want to report robbery, right? Who robbed you?"

"Wang Yuansheng from the West Fort Meat Factory, he is the logistics director of the West Fort Meat Factory."

The policeman raised his eyelids and asked, "Where did it happen?"

"WestJet factory." Guan Shen seemed to see hope, and suddenly became energetic.

"Where is the WestJet factory?" The policeman was not in the mood.

"The WestJet factory is the old workshop of the West Fort Meat Factory. However, we have signed an agreement to separate the property rights." Guan Shen said cautiously.

The police were even more lazy, and asked, "Why didn't you report to the Xibao Meat Factory? The Xibao Meat Factory has its own security department. It's better to go to them than to us."

"I was robbed by people from the Xibao Meat Factory!" Guan Shen suddenly became angry.

"That's it, you're going to the Xibao Meat Factory to report the crime." The policeman took a sip of the bitter big leaf tea and said, "Let me explain to you, you said you were an employee of the Xibao Meat Factory It was robbed, and the incident happened again at the West Fort Meat Factory, so if you don’t go to the West Fort Meat Factory to report the case, what are you looking for? Why don’t you bring the case from the United States to me? Don't do it, just do someone else's case."

After finishing speaking, the policeman picked up the newspaper and read it again with joy.

Guan Shen couldn't get over his anger, and said forcefully, "I wasn't robbed by the employees of the West Fort Meat Factory, but the foreign-funded company I represent, the British Zeneca Company, was robbed by the West Fort Meat Factory in an organized way. Don’t you have a policy to protect foreign businessmen?”

"We protect foreign businessmen, but your situation is a bit special. You have to report to the jurisdiction where the incident happened first, understand? The situation of Xibao Meat Joint Factory is also very special. I have no control here, understand?" the policeman put down the newspaper and said After saying a few words, he picked it up again.

"You guys are mutual officials."

"Not qualified." The policeman said lazily.

Guan Shen frowned: "What?"

"Our Xibao Town is a department-level unit, and our Xibao Town Police Station is a sub-section-level unit. Do you know what a sub-section level is? The director and instructor are at the sub-section level, and the deputy director is at the unit level. Do you know what the unit level is? Is it? It’s just a first-level section member, nothing! Do you think I look like a deputy section chief?”

"What?"

The policeman said to himself: "The deputy director's unit rank is a first-level staff member, and I am equivalent to a second-level staff member. Do you know what level the security department of Xibao Meat Factory is?"

"What?"

"Just tell you,

The security department of Xibao Meat Factory is at the deputy director level, do you know that? The head of the security department is the deputy director, who is two grades older than our department and three grades older than the deputy department. If someone walks a dog out of the security department, at least it is at the stock level, and officials and officials protect each other? Hehe, when did we become officials? "The policeman complained and felt sorry for himself.

It is very boring to be a policeman at the town police station. You don’t usually come across major cases, but occasionally you have to be criticized and educated for a vicious case. In the end, the work of solving the case has to be handed over to the county criminal police team. It’s even more boring to be an internal policeman. Although the taller person has undertaken the task entrusted to him by the director, cynicism is indispensable.

Guan Shen was shocked by the police's nonsense, tried two more times, gave up, and said, "I'm going to Xi County to report the crime, how can I take the car?"

"You are going to the moon to report the crime, so you also asked me for a plane?" The policeman raised his mouth and said a strange sentence, which made sense.

Guan Shen held back his anger and said, "To go to the moon, you need to take a space shuttle, not an airplane."

"Yes? You can go to the moon to report the case, and see when they send people to investigate the case." The policemen spoke sharply and did not delay reading the newspaper.

Guan Shen pretended to be full of resentment and went out, asked several people, and finally got on the bus to Xi County.

The bus from Xi County to Xibao Town is an old car that was eliminated from Xi County to Nanhu City in the early 1980s, and the bus from Xi County to Nanhu City is an old car that was eliminated from Pingjiang to Nanhu City in the 1970s.

After Guan Shen got into the car, he couldn’t even find a place to sit, because most of the seats were broken, and people sat on the seats with cotton, and the seats without cotton were padded with one or two things, or they simply squatted One or two people, everyone has a lot of luggage, the aisle in the middle is difficult to walk, and the smell in the car is even more colorful, and you can't cover your nose.

After coming to Xibao Meat Joint Factory for many days, Guan Shen has always been in the car, but he has never taken the bus by himself. The first experience obviously frightened him.

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In the afternoon, several policemen from the Xibao Town Police Station returned one after another.

The internal police waited until the director of the department arrived, and then told about Guan Shen's situation.

The director was delighted when he heard it: "Yum-headed, you really came here to report the crime, didn't you leave a record?"

"I didn't stay, I followed your orders." The internal policeman shook his head again and again.

"Okay, I'll give you a credit." The director pointed to the telephone on the table and said, dial Yang Rui's number, the number is in the box.

The internal police quickly dialed the number and asked, "This Hong Kong man has gone to Xi County, and he will not be successful."

The director smiled: "My son is in the county criminal police team. If he can file a case, I will eat the handcuffs!"

There was a burst of laughter in the police station.

The director laughed heartlessly the loudest. He has been the director of the Xibao Town Police Station for several years. As Yang Rui's second uncle, he helped Yang Rui a lot since he was a child. Even more effort.

Of course, it was difficult for Guan Shen who was traveling around.

Yang Rui arrived at the WestJet factory before dinner. After checking that the important equipment was not damaged, Yang Rui excitedly gave Wang Yuansheng a thumbs up and praised: "Your work is more important than Fu Zuoyi's surrender. You saved it for us." A large amount of formal supplies..."

If any equipment is damaged, it will take a lot of time and energy to replenish it, and this is what Yang Rui lacks the most.

Wang Yuansheng was choked by his description, and said helplessly: "Thank you for the compliment. The problem now is that the workers are not very cooperative. They are clamoring to resume work and need to explain. I want to talk about it, but there is no result."

"It requires the cooperation of the workers. How can they cooperate when they are hungry? The workers are not criminals." Yang Rui waved his hands and shouted: "Braised pork box lunch, one serving per person, I treat guests, let's eat first, then talk."

The big pot containing the braised pork was lifted, and inside was a pot full of braised pork, only meat, no potatoes.

In the Westjet factory, the voice of opposition has long been replaced by the sound of swallowing saliva.

Yang Rui showed a slight smile, the rich and self-willed snake will not change for a dragon.

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