Chapter 2310

The four police officers looked at each other, and simultaneously lowered their heads to look at the cigarettes in their arms. Then they slowly raised their heads again, their gazes following Zhou Andong's departing figure, and their hearts were truly filled with emotion. For them, these cigarettes were not just a material reward, but represented a kind of recognition and respect.

There are countless large-scale state-owned enterprises and central enterprises in the capital, with various activities occurring frequently. As ordinary grassroots police officers, they are often seconded to cooperate with the security work of these enterprises.

However, regardless of the scale of the activity, they rarely receive the treatment they deserve. Not to mention a reward of a carton of cigarettes per person like today, even a single cigarette has almost never happened.

If the activity time is short, for example, only half a day, even if they work until one or two o'clock in the afternoon, most of the time, the enterprise will not provide lunch. After the mission ends, they can only return to their unit hungry and then find a way to fill their stomachs themselves.

Of course, as for whether the responsible leaders received cigarettes or accepted other benefits, they have no way of knowing. Even if they have suspicions in their hearts, they absolutely dare not express them easily. After all, they are just ordinary police officers, and no one wants to find trouble for themselves.

And this time, coming to the Woolen Mill to execute the mission, they originally thought it would be the same as in the past, just completing the work step by step. However, what greatly surprised them was that the Woolen Mill actually provided them with three meals!

According to regulations, one naturally cannot drink alcohol during work hours. But at night, the situation is different. Not only can they drink alcohol, but the white liquor provided is Yugong Liquor, and the beer is Yongchuang Tianya; this truly made them overjoyed!

What is even more surprising is that the Woolen Mill actually provides them with late-night snacks; in the early morning, the police officers on the night shift take turns going to the cafeteria to eat. Even when handing over shifts in the morning, if they want to drink alcohol, they can drink it.

Moreover, their three meals are not ordinary work meals, but special meals, completely different from the food the staff eats. They are all made by the master chef himself, with four dishes and two soups per meal. It can be said that such treatment truly made them feel a bit flattered!

Zhou Andong led a group of people and had just arrived on the first floor when he saw Tian Hongwei push open the large door and walk in with a rush.

When he saw the factory director and the secretary leading a large group of people, talking and laughing as they came down the stairs, he was stunned, and then asked curiously.

"Secretary, Factory Director, where are you all going?"

"It really is better to come early than to come at the right time." Zhou Andong said with a smile: "We were just preparing to go eat, and we bumped into you."

"I just have the fate of having food!" Tian Hongwei laughed loudly: "I have something to find Zhou Zong about. Where do you plan to eat? I'll come over immediately after I finish my business."

"Taifeng Tower!" Zhou Andong said; "You go handle your business first; we'll wait for you."

"Alright!" Tian Hongwei agreed cheerfully: "You go first; I'll come find you after I finish my business."

After speaking, this guy stepped and ran toward the upstairs.

Zhou Andong led the people out of the factory office, only to see Wang Wentian, Yu Zhan, Lian Kai, and Shen Mingwei standing under a willow tree smoking cigarettes. When they saw Zhou Andong come out, they threw the cigarettes in their hands to the ground in unison and then walked up quickly to meet them.

Zhou Andong said to Gu Bing: "The three principals will sit in my car, and you and Old Dai will sit in Zhang Zong's car."

"No problem!" Gu Bing turned his head to look at Zhang Xuan, a smile appearing on his face, and said politely: "Zhang Zong, then I'll trouble you!"

Zhang Xuan smiled slightly, raised her hand to point at a Lincoln business car not far away, and said: "That's my car, let's go!"

This Lincoln business car is a vehicle provided to Zhang Xuan by the Jinwan Hotel, and even the driver is an employee of the Jinwan Hotel. Of course, this is not free, but requires paying rent.

Zhou Andong turned his gaze to Dou Jincheng and said to him: "Division Chief Dou, you go find logistics and ask for two cars to send you all over. Just say it's what I said, and they should cooperate."

"If they don't cooperate and someone dares to grumble, you don't need to waste words with them; just remember their names. Then you all take a taxi over, and I will personally reimburse you for the taxi fare."

"Okay!" Dou Jincheng agreed and turned to leave.

"Division Chief!" Zhen Xiaoxia saw this and hurriedly called out: "You find a shady place to rest for a while; I'll go ask for a car."

Dou Jincheng waved his hand and said without looking back: "I'd better go; if you go, you might not be able to get a car."

The vehicle resources of the Woolen Mill are not tight, but only the heads of each department are qualified to be equipped with special cars. Like Dou Jincheng, a second-in-command, even though he is already at the deputy division level, he still does not have this treatment.

Dou Jincheng came to the General Affairs Section of the Logistics Department. He raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door, but there was no movement inside. So, he increased the force of his knocking slightly, yet still received no response.

And at this moment, inside the office, there were two duty personnel playing chess, one middle-aged, one young. These two guys heard the knocking but only looked up once, then continued playing chess.

Dou Jincheng knocked on the door several times from the outside, thinking there was no one, and was still wondering in his heart if they had gone out to eat. Then, unwillingly, he knocked a few more times, but there was still no response.

Then his right hand unconsciously twisted the handle, and the door actually opened. Then he poked his head in to look, and his face suddenly turned black. The two people were playing chess inside; he had knocked on the door for a long time, yet they didn't make a sound, and he was so angry his heart was about to explode.

Dou Jincheng took a deep breath. He had sat on the cold bench for several years, and now the sun and moon had changed; having finally had an opportunity, he didn't want to cause extra trouble and leave a bad impression on the factory director.

Dou Jincheng stood at the door and raised his hand to knock on the door again. This time, those two guys reacted, but only looked up slightly, then continued to bury their heads in playing chess, turning a blind eye to his arrival.

Dou Jincheng took another deep breath, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, stepped in, and tried to use as peaceful a tone as possible to say: "Two comrades, I am Dou Jincheng, Deputy Division Chief of the Finance Department. I need two cars and two drivers now."

"Checkmate!" Only hearing a slap, the cannon in the young man's hand slammed heavily onto the chessboard, and then he laughed triumphantly: "Chang Kezhang, let's see where you run now."

Dou Jincheng's face became increasingly ugly. He took another deep breath, raised his voice, and said: "I am Dou Jincheng, Deputy Division Chief of the Finance Office. I need two cars and two drivers now."

"The cars have all been sent out, and the drivers are all off work. If you want a car, come back tomorrow."

The one who spoke this time was a middle-aged man. He saw that he was still keeping his head down, seemingly in a bad mood because he lost the chess game, and his tone sounded very impatient.

"Ha!" Dou Jincheng suddenly laughed in anger: "You can choose not to put me, this deputy division chief, in your eyes, but this car is what the factory director wants. I'll give you one last chance; is there a car or not?"

The middle-aged man slapped the chess piece in his hand onto the chessboard, his voice raised sharply, and he cursed in a very unkind tone: "Whoever the hell wants a car is..."

This guy's words were only half spoken when it was as if he were choked by an invisible big hand, his voice stopping abruptly. Then he stood up with a swoosh, looking at Dou Jincheng with full astonishment.

"Is... is it the factory director who wants a car?" The middle-aged man's voice was clearly trembling, and that face also turned flushed red; clearly, he hadn't expected that Dou Jincheng had come to ask for a car for the factory director.

This guy's name is Han Yongxi, and he is the Chang Kezhang of the General Affairs Section of the Logistics Department. Don't look at him as just a section chief, but his power is not small. In the factory, besides the factory leaders and the division chiefs of each department, like Dou Jincheng, a second-in-command, he really doesn't put them in his eyes.

Usually, if someone wants to use a car, no matter which department you are from, you have to look at Han Yongxi's mood. When he is in a good mood, there might be a car. But if he is in a bad mood, unless you can produce a slip from their division chief, there is definitely no car.

And Dou Jincheng came to ask for a car when getting off work, so it must be for private business, and this guy would give even less face. Plus, he had just lost the chess game and was feeling depressed, so naturally, he was in no mood to pay attention to Dou Jincheng.

Now that it's off work, and there is no official reception in the factory, I won't dispatch a car for you; this is adhering to principles. Don't say you are a deputy division chief; even if a division chief came, he would have to look at my mood.

However, when he heard that it was Zhou Andong who wanted a car, he was so scared he almost passed out. Today, Zhou Andong used thunderous means to deal with Guan Mingli and Nian Shihua, which had a huge deterrent effect. Otherwise, Zhou Andong's title as factory director wouldn't work; this guy definitely had the guts to give Zhou Andong an embarrassment and refuse to dispatch a car.

Because the Logistics Department is nominally under the charge of Deputy Factory Director Liu Li Jun, but in reality, Division Chief Pi Yangqiu is a trusted aide of Hu Dajun. Therefore, some people were waiting for an opportunity to give the newly appointed factory director a "welcome" (a show of force).

However, what was unexpected was that today Zhou Andong showed an extremely tough attitude, dealing with Guan Mingli and Nian Shihua without mercy, really scaring them all. Don't say Han Yongxi; even Pi Yangqiu was scared out of his wits. Before getting off work, Pi Yangqiu ran in a hurry to find Hu Dajun to report.

Under these circumstances, anyone with a little brain could realize that if anyone still dared to harbor the thought of giving Zhou Andong a show of force at this time, that would be stupid to the extreme. Therefore, when Dou Jincheng said it was the factory director who wanted a car, Han Yongxi reacted so strongly.

Dou Jincheng laughed and said mockingly: "Chang Kezhang Han, is there a car?"

Facing Dou Jincheng's undisguised mockery, the muscles on Han Yongxi's face twitched involuntarily, and he forced himself to answer calmly: "Yes... yes, yes, yes!"

After speaking, he turned his head back sharply and scolded the young man angrily: "What the hell are you still standing there for? Why don't you hurry up and notify the car pool to arrange a car?"

"Ah!" The young man came back to his senses, grabbed the phone on the desk next to him, dialed the car pool, and notified them in a hurried tone to immediately arrange two cars and two drivers.

Dou Jincheng stood to the side, raised his hand with a smile on his face, and pointed lightly at Han Yongxi. Then, he turned and walked out of the office.

Han Yongxi slumped into his chair with a thud. When Dou Jincheng turned and left, the half-smiling expression on his face made Han Yongxi feel cold all over. His brain felt as if it had been hit hard by a heavy hammer, buzzing, his thoughts in a mess.

If Dou Jincheng went to Zhou Andong to complain, would people from the Supervision and Examination Office suddenly appear in his office tomorrow? He had heard that Zhou Andong had received a thick stack of whistleblowing letters.

He knew very well what kind of person he was; he didn't dare to gamble on whether his name was in those whistleblowing letters. Therefore, the more this guy thought, the more afraid he became, a layer of fine sweat broke out on his forehead, and his hands trembled involuntarily. Even Guan Mingli had been dealt with; what was he, a tiny section chief?

Dou Jincheng left the Logistics Department. By the time he arrived downstairs at the factory office, an Audi 100 and a Crown had already stopped there.

"Don't stand there, all get in the car!" Dou Jincheng shouted at Zhen Xiaoxia and the others, then got into that Crown: "Go to Taifeng Tower!"

Taifeng Tower, one of the eight great towers of the capital with a long history, was founded by the Sun family of Haiyang, Shandong Province. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the Sun family transferred Taifeng Tower to a fellow villager from the same province. Since then, after many transfers, the ownership of Taifeng Tower has changed several times, which can be said to have weathered many storms and experienced the vicissitudes of life, but the Taifeng Tower brand has always remained the same and has never changed.

Zhou Andong got out of the car, and his gaze was cast toward the Taifeng Tower in front of him. This was his second time coming here to eat; the first time was for a gathering with Xiao Bei's father-in-law's family.

At this time, Zhang Xuan also got out of the car, stood beside Zhou Andong, and said softly: "When I came back last time, I was craving the Nine-Turn Intestines and the Oil-Fried Meat here, but I was so busy that my feet didn't touch the ground, and I didn't even have time to come over to eat."

"Hmm!" Zhou Andong nodded: "If you're craving Nine-Turn Intestines and Oil-Fried Meat, you can order two plates of each; eat one and take one."

Zhang Xuan rolled her eyes at Zhou Andong: "I want to order twenty plates!"

Zhou Andong said with a smile: "No problem, even if you order two hundred plates, I can afford to treat you."

"Evil capitalist!" Zhang Xuan cursed angrily, then stepped onto the steps, pushed open the hotel door with force, and walked straight in.

Zhou Andong and Gu Bing waited for Principal Liu, Principal Ma, and Principal Yan to get out of the car, and then they all entered the hotel together.

Just at this moment, a young man wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, black suit pants, and myopia glasses came out of the restroom in the first-floor lobby.

His gaze swept casually, and he suddenly saw Zhou Andong and Gu Bing; his face changed instantly. Immediately after, he quickly dodged back into the restroom.

Not until Zhou Andong and the others went to the second floor did the young man carefully sneak out of the restroom. Then, sneakily and looking around, he went up the stairs, walking upward carefully.

When he walked to the stairwell, he suddenly stopped again, poked his head out to look, and seeing Zhou Andong and the others enter Room 4, his brows furrowed tightly.

After Zhou Andong and the others all entered the private room, the young man finally breathed a sigh of relief. He walked a few steps to the front of Room 3, quickly pushed open the door, and slipped in.