While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 277 Someone Kicks the Pavilion
Back in Yucheng, Song He strode into Zhao Congjun's office, sat down and asked, "What are the arrangements for my work in the future? Tell me quickly!"

Zhao Congjun, who was looking at the document, was stunned for a moment, and saw Song He's anxious face scratching his heart. Although he still didn't understand why, he became inexplicably happy.

Slowly picking up a glass of water, Zhao Congjun took a sip, leaned firmly on the back of the chair, and asked in a soothing tone: "Why do you ask this question suddenly? Don't you usually come in to express your homesickness first?"

Song He smacked his lips helplessly, and quickly said: "It's the procedure, right? I miss you so much, Old Zhao! Tell me!"

"Fuck the procedure!" Zhao Congjun laughed and cursed subconsciously, and then said, "Say, who told you that there is a new arrangement for the work?"

Song He curled his lips: "You still don't know your apprentice?"

Zhao Congjun thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "They? There are only two who can make you feel embarrassed. You don't dare to show your teeth. Who is that?"

"That's right! Otherwise, who else is there?" Song He raised his eyebrows: "On the way back, I'll stop talking about it. As the Chinese New Year is approaching, I don't dare to ask in a hurry..."

Zhao Congjun stood up and smiled immediately: "It's good. Although that so-and-so and that-so can't cure you, the two people you want to leave are both ropes that can tie you, and they can always keep an eye on you."

"However, your future work arrangement is not a big deal. You just follow that person to train, then come back to Yucheng to train grassroots police officers, and then find team members."

"The one who has already commended you on behalf of the higher-ups, the one who is willing to spend money to support you. If this is the case, your team can't be shabby."

"Except for technical support and logistical support, you don't have to worry about it. The action team directly under your control can expand a few people and give you an extra police car."

Song He digested the huge amount of information in Zhao Congjun's words, rolled his eyes and asked: "I will decide these people?"

"What do you think?" Zhao Congjun snorted: "This is a power specially given to you, so you have to choose it well..."

"I've made up my mind!" Song He quickly interrupted Zhao Congjun, and opened his mouth to say, "Gu Raozhen, Wang Zhiyuan, Xue Liang..."

"I'll cut off your leg!" Zhao Congjun's eyebrows fluttered wildly, expressing his anger with a blow that swept away thousands of troops, resisting the urge to pour a glass of boiling water on Song He's face, and cursed:

"Can you get a sheep for your fucking wool! Take out people from me one by one! I have only trained soldiers well. If you have the ability, you can train yourself!"

Hearing Zhao Congjun's tone that seemed to be pointing, Song He asked curiously: "Who is eyeing your people? Who are they all eyeing?"

"I can't say what unit, it's a secret operation." Zhao Congjun snorted coldly: "But they are looking at Gu Raozhen, saying that they will be seconded for a period of time, and then return. I believe him a ghost! A group of red-eyed wolves !"

"And you! Don't always think about poaching people from Yucheng! That so-and-so means that when you go to train with that so-and-so, see if there are any good seedlings in the local police academy. Let me know directly while it is convenient, and we will start first Be strong!"

"Great idea!" Song He nodded with bright eyes, then came to his senses and said, "City repair?"

Zhao Congjun nodded and said: "Yes, the only ones who can be trained are the Provincial Police Academy and Xiucheng Police Academy in Ling Province. You have been to those places, but it is related to the quality of fresh blood in our support team The problem, you must not be soft."

Song He's eyebrows frowned slightly, and then quickly stretched out again, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it. By the way, have you decided on the exact number of people?"

Zhao Congjun glanced out the window and said in a deep voice, "Not yet, but you should understand."

Song He showed a knowing expression on his face, and said with a smile: "Understood! I like this kind of work that can be freely played."

Zhao Congjun was stunned and suddenly became worried, and began to consider whether to let Zhou Kai or Wu Xuerui keep an eye on him.

The two chatted for a few words, and Song He returned home.

Since there was no one at home at this time, Song He was really exhausted mentally and psychologically, so he simply took a bath, lay down sullenly, and fell into a deep sleep after a while.

When he woke up, the night was already dark, he stretched energetically, got up and walked out of the bedroom.

In the living room, Father Song and Mother Song were chatting in the lowest voices. When they saw their son coming out, they turned up the volume.

Song He greeted his parents with a smile, and asked, "Mom and Dad, do you have food? I'm hungry."

"Look, I knew this sentence." Father Song looked at Mother Song with a smile, nodded at Song He and said, "You came back too suddenly, and we were afraid that the noise would wake you up, so we clicked Ordered takeaway, it's already delivered."

Song He's nose twitched, he cupped his hands and said with a smile: "That's right, let the servant serve the royal father and eat behind the scenes."

After finishing speaking, he walked to the kitchen and began to prepare the tableware. After a while, the family of three sat around the dining table and began to eat dinner.

However, while the family was having a pleasant conversation during the meal, Song's mother suddenly looked at Song He and smiled meaningfully: "He He, the Chinese New Year is almost here, so we must prepare as soon as possible."

Song He almost choked in shock, nodded perfunctorily, and began to think wildly.

The next day, Song He, who had been urged by Fang Ming's calls more than a dozen times, got out of the warm bed helplessly, got dressed and went to the club.

When we arrived at the club, there were unexpectedly many members present, and it seemed that they were all rushing towards Song He and Fang Ming.

"While I'm not here, don't you have any other entertainment in your life?" Song He changed clothes to warm up helplessly, and got into the iron cage.

Holding a cup of hot water, the man with the mustache smiled and said, "Our entertainment is to watch you abuse Xiao Ming."

Song He glanced at him in surprise and said, "What's wrong with your face?"

Fang Ming sneered: "Someone came to play two days ago. No one was there that day, so he went up and got beaten up."

The man with the mustache blushed a little, and said with a stiff neck, "I was not here that day..."

Before the words were finished, everyone had already started booing, and the atmosphere was very lively for a while.

"Kicking the hall?" Song He became interested, looked at Fang Ming and asked, "I haven't seen it yet? You didn't make a move?"

Fang Ming shrugged helplessly: "My dad said that this kind of thing should not be involved, it will be of no benefit to win or lose."

Song He looked at Fang Ming's face, raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that your hands are itchy."

"The level of people who come to the gym is not bad." Fang Ming said that he had finished warming up, and put on a posture to approach Song He: "It's started."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding members fell silent and watched with great interest Song He playing with Xiao Ming after a long absence.

Song He dodged while thinking, the man with the mustache has a wealthy family and has been in the club all year round. Although his level is not as good as Fang Ming's, he is still firmly in the top ten of the club.

Even if he was beaten up like this, the people who came to kick the hall may not be low-level.

Moreover, Song He saw a hint of worry on Feng Zhihui's face, and knew that the reason behind the kick was definitely not simple, and he couldn't help but want to explore.

After the sparring, Song He found an opportunity to block Feng Zhihui, and asked in a low voice, "Huizi, what's the matter with kicking the gym?"

Feng Zhihui shook his head and sighed with a smile: "I knew I couldn't hide it from you."

"Say it quickly if you know it!" Song He urged.

Feng Zhihui said helplessly: "My colleague retired, stepped on someone to open the museum."

(End of this chapter)