I am the Great Protector of the Soldier King

At seven-thirty the next morning, Zhu Junji was still lying in bed, feeling dizzy and exhausted. All night long, his mind was in a mess, thinking about this and that, and he fell asleep.

His wife Tang Ling washed her face, pinned her shoulder-length hair with pins, rubbed some moisturizer on her rough face, and called him when she walked out of the bathroom, but there was no response.

Tang Ling ignored it and went to the kitchen to cook breakfast.

Ten minutes later, when Tang Ling put a bowl of noodles on the brown dining table in the restaurant, Zhu Junji didn't see him getting up, so she shouted again: "It's already eight o'clock, you're going to be late if you don't get up!"

Zhu Junji did not agree, but turned over.

Tang Ling felt strange. She came to the bedside and tried his forehead with her hand. She was surprised and said: "Oh, it's so hot and it doesn't make a sound even after it's burned like this. Get up and I'll accompany you to your infirmary to have a look!"

Zhu Junji still didn't hum and turned over again.

"Are you angry with someone?" Tang Ling asked doubtfully, with a melancholy look on her slightly rough face.

Zhu Junji sat up, his eye sockets were sunken, and his face was sallow. It was only one night, but he seemed to have been ill for a long time.

Tang Ling came over with his special tea cup. Seeing his appearance, she was shocked and said: "Lao Zhu, what's wrong with you? You have become so scary in one night!"

Zhu Junji never brought his unhappiness at work into his family life. He took the tea cup and said: "Whatever you said, I just have a little cold. I just need to take two pills and it will be fine."

But the woman's intuition told her that Zhu Junzai was seriously ill, so she picked up the phone and dialed Wenruo's number.

"Sister Wen Ruo, are you? My old Zhu is very ill. He probably has a bad cold. Come and have a look. Also, please give him a day off."

Wen Ruo answered on the phone, and Tang Ling hung up the phone, brought a hot towel, washed Zhu Junji's face and hands, and brought a box to let him rinse his mouth.

The accommodation area of ​​the Public Security Department was only two hundred meters away from the office building, so Wen Ruo arrived quickly, carrying a medicine box on his back but with an angry look on his face.

When Tang Ling saw her, she said, "What's up, sister? Are you not happy that your sister-in-law asked you to come?"

Wen Ruo put the medicine box on the bedside table and said angrily: "What are you trying to do? When you become the director, you will punish people. I think he is far behind Director Zheng!"

"What's wrong, sister, who made you angry?" Tang Ling asked.

Wen Ruo shook the thermometer, asked Tang Ling to help insert it into Zhu Junji's armpit, and said: "I asked Captain Zhu for leave, but Director Wang didn't allow it. He also said that if Captain Zhu doesn't go to work today, he will be punished! You Tell me if you’re angry or not!”

When Tang Ling heard this, she immediately said with an angry face: "Really? You bullied my Lao Zhu for being honest, right? Bullied me for being laid off and unemployed, right? Then I'll go find him for comment!"

After that, he turned around and went out.

"Come back!" Zhu Junji shouted loudly from behind, startling her. She just took one step and did not dare to take another step.

When Tang Ling turned around, her face was filled with tears. She cried and said: "It's always the honest people who suffer. People are so sick and can't ask for leave. Can this new director show some conscience?" Well!"

"Don't worry about work matters! We are the public security department, so discipline must be strict, otherwise how can we be decent?" After Zhu Junji said this, he coughed violently.

Wen Ruo took out the thermometer and exclaimed: "Oh, look, look, it's already forty degrees! I need an injection and infusion!"

Zhu Junji waved his hand and said, "Just take a few pills and I'll go to work."

"What, you still go to work? You don't want your life!" Wen Ruo said angrily.

"This little problem is nothing. I still have a lot of things to do." Zhu Junji said.

Tang Ling said nothing. She stood next to the closet, sobbing silently.

It has been three years since she was laid off from a local food company. Zhu Junji did not allow her to work part-time so she could focus on taking care of her son's studies. This year, her 16-year-old son went to the No. 1 Middle School in the district, boarding at the school, which was completely closed. Tang Ling felt bored at home, so she bought some blank embroidery noodles from the embroidery sales department and started doing embroidery every day.

Not long ago, the embroidery sales department collected a huge eight-horse picture she embroidered and received a sale price of 6,000 yuan. She was not willing to spend a penny, so she deposited it all in the bank and earned the first tuition fee for her son's future college education.

Because Zhu Junji often worked overtime and was in danger many times, she could not sleep at night and was worried. Especially when she almost died in the battle at the secret base in Fuyuan City, she was heartbroken. Now, she is so angry that she has to go to work even though she is sick. How can you make her feel so good?

Looking at his sobbing wife, Zhu Junji sighed heavily. His wife and he are both from Pingshan County, a border town. They were childhood sweethearts from elementary school to high school together. Later, she dropped out of school in her second year of high school due to family difficulties. Zhu Junji was admitted to the Criminal Investigation Major of the China Criminal Police College. The two of them had frequent friendships and had a deep relationship. One year after Zhu Junji graduated, the two got married, and Tang Ling also moved from the countryside to the city. Later, the local food company recruited a group of female workers. She was recruited after passing the exam and worked in the food company for twelve years.

Zhu Junji took a few Ganmao Ling capsules, took another injection, and lay down on the bed. Wen wanted to give him an infusion, but he refused, saying that the infusion would be troublesome and he would go to bed,

Tang Ling wiped away her tears and went to the restaurant to bring the bowl of silver noodles. She put it on the bedside table with a "dong" sound and was about to leave, but one of her hands was caught by Zhu Junji.

Zhu Junji wiped the tears on her face with his hand and said, "Okay, I won't go to work today. I will rest at home and recuperate."

"That's right, look at my sister-in-law, I feel so sorry for you!" Wen Ruo said.

"Humph, why should I feel sorry for him? He is an iron man who cannot be beaten to death or tired. There is no place for me in his heart!" Tang Ling said as she broke away from Zhu Junji's hand, picked up the bowl of noodles, and took a shot. , reaching towards Zhu Junji’s mouth.

Wen Ruo chuckled a few times and said, "I'm leaving. I'll come back for a shot in the afternoon."

Zhu Junji said: "Wait a minute!"

"Is there anything else, Captain Zhu?" Wen Ruo stood still and asked.

"I'll write a note asking for leave, and you can take it to Director Wang." After saying that, he took out the paper and pen from the drawer of the bedside table, wrote more than 20 words in block letters, and then handed the note to Wenruo.

Wen Ruo sighed and said: "Oh Captain Zhu, you are too timid. I wonder if he will really deal with you if you don't hand over this note!"

"It's better to behave yourself. After all, he is a new leader, so he must be respected." Zhu Junji said with a silly smile.

Tang Ling said with a smile: "Let's go, sister, he is good at everything, but he is too honest and a serious fool!"

After that, he took Wen Ruo's hand and went out.

"Hehe, just be stupid as long as you don't lose weight." Zhu Junji muttered and lay down.

Wenruo returned to his office and handed Zhu Junji's leave request directly to the office director Chen Da. Chen Da wrote the word "leave" in the remarks column behind Zhu Junji's name in the attendance book.

When he got off work, Wang Zhenjiang called Chen Da and asked him to bring the attendance book to him for review immediately.

Chen Da immediately took the attendance book to the director's office and placed it in front of Wang Zhenjiang.

Wang Zhenjiang glanced at the attendance record of the Criminal Investigation Detachment and saw the word "leave" after Zhu Junji's name. He asked angrily: "Who did this Zhu Junji ask for leave for?"

Chen Da felt uneasy for a while and replied: "It's a leave request from the forensic doctor, saying that Captain Zhu is ill."

"You are sick when you say you are sick? Could it be that you and I had a few arguments and were getting emotional?" Wang Zhenjiang smiled and said: "Getting emotional after a few arguments at work is a sign of impure party spirit and childishness and immaturity. His performance! Change his sick leave to absenteeism, and submit the attendance statistics at the end of the month to the Finance Department to deduct one day's salary! If he doesn't show up for two days, two days will be deducted, and the deduction will be calculated truthfully!"

"This...Captain Zhu may really be sick." Chen Da said awkwardly. He knew that Zhu Junji was never late for work and often worked overtime.

"Do you believe this? You are still a policeman, and you don't have this ability to identify? They say that the policemen in the Public Security Department are very good, but I think they are nothing more than that." After saying this, Wang Zhenjiang had a look of disdain on his face.

When Chen Da heard that Director Wang killed a boatload of people with a pole, he felt angry in his heart. However, the patience of the office director finally suppressed the anger below the neck, but the words he said were still a bit out of tune: "Wang Director, although not all police officers in the Public Security Department are elites, they are inseparable. Maybe they have a little personality or a little problem, but in the battle with criminals, they are all tigers, and no one flinches. .You don’t understand it when you first come here, but you will understand it as time goes by.”

"Really? Haha, please don't say too many nice words until I see it with my own eyes. Okay, let's not talk about it." Wang Zhenjiang changed the subject and asked: "Director Chen, the Spring Festival is coming soon. In previous years, your Public Security Department How do you provide guidance to leaders?"

"What do you do?" Chen Da touched his sparse hair and said, "What do you do?"

Wang Zhenjiang laughed again and said, "Stop trying to keep me in check. Please explain clearly. In previous years, how much money did the Public Security Department raise in total to pay New Year greetings to the leaders?"

Chen Da laughed twice and said: "That's what the leader asked! I have been in the office of this department for five years, and I have never heard that a sum of money should be withdrawn at the end of the year to pay New Year greetings to the leaders. Every year, the Public Security Department The normal expenses are not enough, the police officers handling the case cannot even reimburse their travel expenses, and last year’s reception expenses were over RMB 100,000 yet to be reimbursed, so how can I have money to pay New Year’s greetings to the leaders!”

When Wang Zhenjiang heard this, his eyes became confused, and a sense of distrust arose in his heart. He was still so cunning before he became the director of the office. It seemed that he could not be allowed to stay in this key position for too long.

I was thinking this in my heart, but said: "It seems that the Public Security Department is indeed in a lot of difficulties, but Director Chen, no matter how much money you have, you still have to be polite. If you respect the leader, the leader will respect you, and you can do the work It would be much easier to come here. If I come to the Public Security Bureau for a year, I will definitely not owe so many bad debts!"

"How do you say this?" Chen Da asked.

Wang Zhenjiang raised his head and said: "We are all working for the country, right? The debt we owe is for work, so this debt should be paid by the country. Where is the country's money? In the finance! As long as we take care of the top leaders and take care of the God of Wealth men in the Finance Bureau, why worry about not having money?"

"But our office expenses are subject to financial control. If the budget exceeds the limit, it will be deducted from the next year's budget. Year after year, it will become a lot of debts." Chen Da said seriously, looking at Don't look cunning. <