Chapter 23

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Not far away, across a street, an old police car was moving forward steadily.

In the back seat of the car, Director Zhang of the Putuo District Police Station was sitting on the co-pilot, turning his head to the back seat with a smile on his face: "Director Xiang, I have sent police to maintain order at the vacuum electronics company, don't worry. , it was released last year, and the scene was very orderly!"

Sitting in the back seat was Xiang Yuantao, the head of the Dongshen City Public Security Bureau at that time. He nodded and said to Wei Qingyuan who was beside him: "Director Wei, the issue of stocks to the public is no longer once or twice. Our comrades still have some experience."

Wei Qingyuan quickly smiled politely: "Thank you Xiang Bureau, the comrades at the grassroots level have really worked hard. I also came here because I wanted to personally feel the response of the people of Dongshen City to these new things."

He said with emotion: "Although I have seen many things in Yanjing before, the stock issuance can only be seen in this financial city. The central government has always had great expectations for the financial pilot work in Dongshen City. "

As he spoke, the police car drove to the vicinity of the vacuum electronics company, asking the chief to look at the chaotic and panicked crowd, just frowning.

Director Zhang, who accompanied the inspection, panicked, jumped out of the car first, and ran to the front.

Among the crowd, one man's arm was covered with blood and was tied to the ground. Zhang Jun, his nephew, was standing there. Another man on duty, Liu Dongfeng, had blood all over his body and neck.

This time, Director Zhang was taken aback: "What's going on?"

Liu Dongfeng opened his mouth, and before he could say anything, Zhang Jun's eyes lit up, and he hurried up to meet him: "Second Uncle, why are you here? There was a thief here today, very vicious, luckily we caught him!"

Director Zhang winked at him with his heart fluttering, and lowered his voice: "Good job, remember to ask the leader later, show more."

Zhang Jun was slightly taken aback, and looked up to see two people coming. The leader was wearing a police uniform, with a Chinese character face, and a dignified demeanor, and beside him was a gentle man wearing glasses.

It must be a great leader, look at the momentum and majesty!

With a thought, he hurriedly stretched out his hand quietly, touched the still struggling gangster, his hand was covered with blood, and then wiped a few on his forehead and face.

When he raised his head again, he immediately looked like he was soaked in blood.

He viciously grabbed the knot on the gangster's back, and kicked it violently: "Bastard! I want you to die! If people like you are not sent to prison, my surname will not be Zhang!"

"What's going on?" Chief Xiang stepped forward and asked in a deep voice.

Zhang Jun quickly stopped, and saluted with a standard posture: "Report to the leader, my colleagues and I were on duty at the scene, and we happened to encounter gangsters stealing and committing murder, endangering the property safety of the people!"

He kicked the gangster angrily: "Fortunately, we captured him, and no one was injured."

Director Zhang immediately patted his nephew on the shoulder approvingly: "Young man, you did a good job."

Turning his head, he said to the two inspecting leaders with emotion: "This is an excellent policeman from our police station, Comrade Zhang Jun, who is usually good at fighting and capturing. Sure enough, he won't lose his chain even in critical moments!"

Nodding to the chief, his eyes softened a lot, seeing the blood on Zhang Jun's face, he felt sincere appreciation in his heart.

He slowly raised his hand, and solemnly returned the salute to Zhang Jun: "Thanks for your hard work!"

He was born in the army, and he has been tempered with iron and blood on the criminal investigation and anti-drug fronts, so that this middle-aged man who has just turned 40 years old has a kind of intimidating majesty and hatred. He couldn't help but think of the scene when he was fighting on the front line.

Director Zhang next to him answered with a smile on his face: "Report to the Bureau, and we will reward this comrade when we get back, and give him credit!"

Liu Dongfeng stood far away, quietly tore off a corner of his shirt, and pressed his neck that was still bleeding.

Only then did he bother to turn his head to look at Qiu Mingquan who helped him knock down the gangster, and shook his head.

Forget it, this kid, he was shocked again and again, he was almost numb.

"It's so dangerous, you're still young after all, don't do this next time!" Liu Dongfeng himself felt that these words were a bit weak. Just now, Qiu Mingquan's sneak attack on the cutting board and the knife-throwing knife were so unexpected that he felt a little scared when he thought about it.

——The person on the opposite side is a real gangster with a knife, extremely vicious and extremely dangerous!

"Okay, I will pay attention next time." Qiu Mingquan responded obediently.

Liu Dongfeng was a little curious: "But why are you here?"

Qiu Mingquan didn't hide anything: "I'm here to buy some stocks."...

On the other side, Wei Qingyuan didn't notice Qiu Mingquan who was covered by the crowd, and turned his attention to the gate of Vacuum Electronics.

The crowd looked a bit chaotic, but order had been restored on the other side of the queue. He strolled over, walked to the front of the line, and asked the financial staff: "How is the sales going?"

The busy financial officer didn't know him, but he didn't dare to neglect him because of his extraordinary temperament: "The buying is very hot, and it's not enough at all. Some people bought thousands of items at once."

She pouted: "I guess there will be no line at the back of the line, I'm afraid I will be very dissatisfied."

Wei Qingyuan frowned.

Looking at the long queue, he guessed that there would be this problem, and sure enough. ...It seems that when you go back, you have to make a suggestion to President Gong and find a way to solve the problem.

Really not, limit purchase? Or draw? He was already thinking of countermeasures in his mind.

At this time, Xiang Yuantao's eyes also spotted Liu Dongfeng on the side. This young man stood far away and didn't speak all the time, but he was obviously covered with blood, so he must have also fought with gangsters.

He slightly nodded to Liu Dongfeng: "Hurry up and go to the hospital, and ask your colleagues to explain."

Liu Dongfeng was agitated, nervous, and heart-warming, and nodded repeatedly: "I'm fine! It's just a skin injury!"

Director Zhang hurriedly interrupted: "Skin trauma is fine, you help Comrade Zhang Jun quickly, he is seriously injured! Take care of your colleagues carefully."

But at this moment, a clear and clear child's voice rang out, full of innocent confusion.

"But, obviously, this big brother was the one who was injured more seriously, he was the one who caught the bad guys!"...

Qiu Mingquan turned his head and looked curiously at the flustered Zhang Jun: "Uncle, haven't you been sitting in the bun shop without moving? I asked you to go out and help that big brother, but you still scolded me and told me to get out of here Woolen cloth."

... Zhang Jun's face was flushed red, and he hurriedly reprimanded: "What nonsense, little brat! If you talk nonsense again, you will be arrested!"

Under President Feng's guidance, Qiu Mingquan immediately put on a scared expression, intentionally or unintentionally hid behind Yuan Tao, but did not speak.

But Director Zhang's heart immediately "thumped", wishing to slap his nephew in the face: This is a fool, he threatens to arrest the child if he says something, the leader doesn't think he is used to showing off his power?

Sure enough, Xiang Yuantao frowned slightly, raised his eyes, and looked at Zhang Jun carefully.

He lowered his head, and calmly said to Qiu Mingquan gently: "Little friend, please explain carefully what you saw."

Qiu Mingquan stared at him with bright black eyes, innocent and frank: "The thief steals money and kills people, it's that big brother over there—"

He pointed at Liu Dongfeng: "He was chasing all the way, but was hacked by the bad guy, so he called this uncle for help."

He pointed to Zhang Jun again, speaking clearly: "But he didn't go out, he kept hiding, and scolded me!"

Zhang Jun turned pale with shock, and yelled, "You're talking nonsense!"

Qiu Mingquan ignored him, and just continued on by himself: "Then I saw that big brother was covered in blood and was still fighting with the bad guy, so I threw a kitchen knife over there in a daze, and then... the bad guy was just chopped down .”

He shrank back, and under Feng Rui's teaching, he showed a proper fear: "The owner of the bun shop took the rope, and a few people who lined up to buy stocks helped tie people up, and that uncle didn't do anything. !"

Director Zhang almost broke out in a cold sweat, and shouted in embarrassment, "This kid, doesn't he really feel flustered?"

Xiang Yuantao raised his head, his sharp eyes swept across Zhang Jun's flustered face, and asked, "So much blood, where is your wound?"

Being so close and looking carefully, he found suspiciously that Zhang Jun's face seemed to be covered with blood, but there was no bleeding point!

Zhang Jun was dumbfounded all of a sudden, and he hesitated: "I... it's just a small injury, it's okay."

Qiu Mingquan didn't intend to let him go, and muttered in a low voice: "Obviously, it was wiped off temporarily to see someone coming."

The fire in Xiang Yuantao's heart burned up.

He started from the front line, and he couldn't get used to this kind of people who cowered before the battle but wanted to be rewarded for their merits. Zhang Jun's behavior almost touched his bottom line.

He sneered, and looked directly at Director Zhang: "Director Zhang, is this the good comrade you are talking about fighting and capturing all kinds of outstanding comrades?"

Director Zhang's face was flushed, and he was full of regret: "Oh no, I just talked nonsense and wanted to ask for some praise for my nephew. What should I do now?"

At this moment, the fat woman who was stolen before finally had the courage to run forward, took out her wallet from the gangster, and then bowed to Liu Dongfeng gratefully: "Comrade police, thank you, Thank you! If it weren't for you, my family's hard-earned money would be gone!"

Turning around, she smiled at Qiu Mingquan again: "Little brother, you are truly a hero. If it weren't for your knife, I think this gangster would have run away!"

She was not blind, of course she could see clearly who was chasing the gangster along the way, turned her head, and spat at Zhang Jun full of disdain.

"Bah, shameless! Stand still and cross your legs, and want to take credit for others!"

This time, Xiang Yuantao finally affirmed the truth thoroughly, and couldn't help being furious.

Director Zhang finally came to his senses, and hurriedly said before he exploded: "Director Xiang, don't be angry, I will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly when I go back, and I will never let the bloody and injured comrades feel cold!"

Turning to Zhang Jun, he angrily scolded, "Hurry up and take your colleagues to the hospital!"

Zhang Jun ran up in a hurry, supported Liu Dongfeng in fear, walked past Qiu Mingquan, couldn't help it, and gave him a resentful look.

The personal nanny, CEO Feng, is no one to suffer, this stare can stab the final hornet's nest.

"Death to this villain, don't leave any trouble for your brother Dongfeng." He pointed to Qiu Mingquan in a gloomy manner.

Listening to his instigation, Qiu Mingquan immediately raised his head, and smiled comfortingly at Zhang Jun: "Don't be afraid, uncle, your second uncle won't be really angry with you."

Director Zhang only felt a sudden "buzz" in his head.

Xiang Yuantao was stunned, and looked at Qiu Mingquan suspiciously: What second uncle?

Qiu Mingquan shrank back, and looked at Zhang Jun blankly: "Didn't you just call that big leader the second uncle?"

"Comrade Zhang Heqian." Xiang Yuantao finally called Director Zhang's full name coldly, with uncontrollable anger on his brows, "Tomorrow morning, I want to see the personal information of the policeman you mentioned. Combat capture shooting certificate! In addition, I want to see his file and the list of relatives!"

Both Zhang Jun and Director Zhang were ashen-faced, standing aside in embarrassment, with shocking remorse and fear in their hearts: It's over! It was made up indiscriminately, where is there any certificate? Even this regularization quota is occupied by someone else, and the file is full of confusion!

Xiang Yuantao looked at Liu Dongfeng guiltily, and asked in a harmonious voice, "What's your name? What's your job now?"

Liu Dongfeng hurriedly saluted: "Report to the chief, I am Liu Dongfeng, an intern police officer at the police station in the jurisdiction!"

Xiang Yuantao frowned: "The police academy graduates in July every year. It's been more than half a year. Why are you still a trainee?"

Liu Dongfeng lowered his head in embarrassment and pursed his lips. Director Zhang is here, is he going to say that his place has been replaced by his nephew?

Xiang Yuantao couldn't hear his answer, so he nodded and turned to look at Director Zhang with a cold expression: "Tomorrow, I will apply for regularization for this little comrade, just say I told Yuantao!"

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"Why is it you again?!" Wei Qingyuan pushed aside the crowd and looked at Qiu Mingquan inexplicably in astonishment.

He had just come over from the Finance Office, and was thinking about the feasibility of restricting the drawing of lots, when he suddenly bumped into Qiu Mingquan's pretty little face.

Qiu Mingquan was a little confused, but Feng Rui had a good memory and immediately reminded: "Zhenghong Middle School, the one who bought the gold pen!"

Only then did Qiu Mingquan remember, and blurted out: "Ah, Uncle Jinbi!"

Wei Qingyuan laughed out loud, and suddenly realized: "Are you here to buy stocks?"

Qiu Mingquan nodded embarrassedly: "I've already bought it."

This time, Wei Qingyuan was really impressed. The first time he saw this child, he set up a street stall at the door, and the second time he managed to do business in a boutique shopping mall. This time, he actually came to buy stocks!

Xiang Yuantao was a little surprised: "Director Wei, do you know this kid?"

Wei Qingyuan couldn't help laughing, patted Qiu Mingquan on the head, and answered irrelevantly: "This child is much stronger than ordinary adults."

Xiang Yuantao didn't understand, but he also sighed: "Yes, at a young age, you dare to stand up and fight the gangsters. This kind of bravery and benevolence is indeed far better than many adults."

He said to Qiu Mingquan gently: "Little classmate, I thank you on behalf of the masses and the police officers!"

Wei Qingyuan looked at Qiu Mingquan, feeling more and more interesting, and asked casually, "Little classmate, where are you going next?"

Qiu Mingquan paused, and replied truthfully: "I'm going to visit the securities business department in Jing'an District."

Wei Qingyuan was taken aback again. It just so happened that he was going there to check the work on his itinerary today!

"What are you going to do?" He couldn't help asking again.

Qiu Mingquan smiled: "The stocks I bought just now, I want to go over there to see if anyone wants them."

Not to mention Wei Qingyuan this time, even the fat aunt next to him who lost money was stunned: "Hey, I just bought it, and I can sell it? Didn't it mean that there are only two stocks that can be traded right now?"

Qiu Mingquan stopped talking, but Wei Qingyuan was even more shocked.

When he first arrived in Dongshen, according to the requirements of his teacher, he was researching the reform of the shareholding system and the issuance of shares, and everything was still in the process of crossing the river by feeling the stones.

According to his understanding, Jing'an District, the first place to open up stock trading, has already gathered many smart people with foresight.

In addition to Yanzhong Industrial and Feilo Acoustics, which can be traded on the surface, in fact, the stocks of other companies have also begun to surge undercurrents, and transactions have increased!

The child's purpose is directed there, and he definitely has a clear understanding.

He took a deep look at Qiu Mingquan, turned his head and smiled at Xiang Yuantao: "Director Xiang, let's go through Jing'an District on the way back, and take this little classmate along?"...

Sitting in the police car, Director Zhang, who accompanied him when he came, had already been kicked out of the car in disgrace, and Qiu Mingquan was placed in the back seat.

Sitting beside him, Wei Qingyuan asked with a smile: "Little classmate, selling gold pens and buying stocks, these are all things you thought up yourself, didn't you?"

Qiu Mingquan put his hands on his legs politely, and could only lie seriously: "My grandfather taught me this. He listens to the radio and reads newspapers every day."

Wei Qingyuan finally felt that he had found the answer. It turns out that this child has a powerful elder in his family.

"Next time I have a chance, I will definitely visit the old man's house and have a long talk with him." He said with a smile, "Your grandfather is really powerful, with far-reaching vision and extraordinary insight."

Qiu Mingquan smiled shyly and stopped talking.

The car drove steadily to the urban area, and the interior of the car was quiet.

Feng Rui quietly said to Qiu Mingquan: "Director Xiang in front is Xiang Cheng's adoptive father."

Qiu Mingquan was taken aback suddenly, and looked up at the man in the front seat.

The middle-aged man had thick black eyebrows, a solemn expression, and looked straight ahead. His slightly square chin was slightly raised, showing the slight coldness of an iron-blooded policeman.

Qiu Mingquan stared at him blankly, for some reason, he was not afraid, but he got close to him for no reason.

——It was probably the iron man's tenderness in his eyes when he spoke softly just now and looked down at himself.

"Your family and his family are family friends, you should know him very well, right?" Qiu Mingquan asked in his heart.

Feng Rui sighed: "Of course, Uncle Xiang watched me grow up."

In his previous life, he and Xiang Cheng were classmates from kindergarten to high school, and the two families were also close. Although Xiang Cheng liked to be tired of staying at his house, he often went to Xiang's house to eat and do homework.

Before rebirth, Uncle Xiang was in a higher position due to a change of position, and was finally transferred to Yanjing. In my memory, the last time I saw Uncle Xiang, he had also resigned from his official position and retired to the second line.

Looking at my uncle's much younger face today, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Sitting in the front, Xiang Yuantao seemed to feel the gaze of the boy in the back seat, and suddenly turned his head to meet Qiu Mingquan's unblinking gaze, just startled.

The child's gaze? ...

Qiu Mingquan quickly lowered his head and looked away unnaturally.

A smile appeared on Xiang Yuantao's resolute face, and he suddenly said, "Your parents have educated you very well."

He had already carefully glimpsed the shabby clothes on Qiu Mingquan's body. It seemed that the child's family background was not good, but he still had such excellent conduct.

Qiu Mingquan was startled, and blurted out: "I don't have parents."

Both Xiang Yuantao and Wei Qingyuan froze for a moment, looking at him in surprise.

It was only then that Qiu Mingquan felt a little abrupt, wondering, why would he want to tell his life experience in front of this strange man?

Facing the eyes of the two, he whispered in embarrassment: "I am...an adopted abandoned baby, and I have never met my parents."

Both adults were silent.

In this era, material conditions are extremely poor. In remote rural areas and on the fringes of cities, it is not an uncommon case for some poor families to abandon babies that they cannot support.

Sitting in the back seat, Wei Qingyuan thought of the two lively and lovely children in his family, and then thought of Qiu Mingquan's little face flushed from the cold selling pens not long ago, and his heart softened.

He reached out and stroked Qiu Mingquan's hair, and said half-jokingly: "The uncle in front of you is the best at solving crimes in the whole city. Maybe one day, he can help you find your biological parents."

Qiu Mingquan was stunned for a moment, but shook his head sadly: "No need. Grandparents are my relatives."

Wei Qingyuan couldn't answer anymore, it is true that it is better to be kind than to be kind. Since they can abandon their children cruelly, either they are forced to be extremely poor, or they are cruel and ruthless.

Either way, why look for it?

Xiang Yuantao suddenly asked, "What's your name, and what school do you go to?"

Looking for someone to write a letter of commendation to the child later, he could even send it as a pennant of "Being a Little Hero for Justice", he thought to himself.

"My name is Qiu Mingquan, and I am in the first grade of Jianmin Middle School."

Xiang Yuantao was startled suddenly: "Bright Ming, a spring of spring water?"

Qiu Mingquan nodded, a little surprised at the sudden unsightly expression of the man in front of him.

Xiang Yuantao turned his head, his face was silent, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and quietly clenched his fists.

After a while, he realized his gaffe, and forced a smile: "The name sounds nice."

There was a strange stillness in the carriage. The winter sun shone warmly in the car, and the mottled tree shadows outside changed on the window glass, shining on Xiang Yuantao's gloomy expression in front of him.

Feng Rui looked at Xiang Yuantao strangely. In his memory, this uncle had always been iron-blooded and hard-hearted. Was the flash of weakness just now his illusion?

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