South to North: A Prison Guard at the Beginning

Seeing Zhao Jianjun frowning, Yuan Mu's heart skipped a beat. It seemed that the leader was a little unhappy.

But after he touched the thing in his arms, he gritted his teeth and continued speaking.

"Leader, I almost forgot just now. There was a mountain next to our prison. I often went hunting in the mountain and dug up wild ginseng in the mountain. These are all pure wild and have great medicinal effects. I got a box for you." As he said that, Yuan Mu took out the box from his arms.

Yuan Mu had come up with the idea of ​​buying this wild ginseng on a whim. It was also his own fault that he had forgotten about it at the time. Just now, when he was chatting with Zhao Jianjun, he suddenly remembered something Zhang Meng had said to him before.

Zhao Jianjun's mother has always been in poor health, mainly because her life was too hard back then. Now her body is very weak. Wild ginseng is a great tonic.

Zhao Jianjun is the same as Zhang Meng. If you give him money, not only will he not be happy, but he may not be able to get along with you in the future. But it is different if you give him this thing. First, this wild ginseng is not bought with money, it is priceless.

Secondly, Zhao Jianjun really needs this wild ginseng. Perhaps Zhao Jianjun has obtained wild ginseng before, but it was definitely not as big as the one he has.

He was lucky before and found several plants. He gave one to Zhang Meng, and now he gave one to Zhao Jianjun, so he only had two left.

Zhao Jianjun was about to get angry when he saw what Yuan Mu took out, but when he heard that it was wild ginseng, his anger was immediately suppressed. He could say anything, but his mother was the only thing he was concerned about.

It doesn't matter if he eats less and drinks less, but he wants his mother to be healthy.

"Dig it from the mountain?" Zhao Jianjun took the box, looked at it, and then asked.

"It was indeed dug from the mountain." Yuan Mu said quickly.

"You didn't buy it on the market, right? If that's the case, take it back!" Zhao Jianjun asked tentatively.

"Leader, you will know after you take a look." Yuan Mu said as he opened the box, revealing the ginseng inside.

Zhao Jianjun's pupils shrank immediately. He had good eyesight and had learned from an old Chinese doctor how to identify ginseng. A good wild ginseng has a short and thick stem, which is equal to or shorter than the rhizome, and is in the shape of an adult, diamond or column. There are circular horizontal lines on the upper end of the root. The rhizome is slender and twisted at the top. The fibrous roots are slender, flexible, not easy to break, and have obvious wart-like protrusions.

Looking at this head, if it were put on the market, not everyone could afford it. He knew Yuan Mu's background, and he was the child of an ordinary railway worker. He should not be able to afford it. So there was only one truth, that he really dug this wild ginseng himself.

"Okay, then I won't be polite. This won't happen again!" Like Zhang Meng, Zhao Jianhua immediately put the box away and placed it in the drawer of his desk.

"Okay, leader, I won't bother you anymore. I'll leave first." Yuan Mu smiled. His goal had been achieved, so he didn't stay any longer and turned around to leave.

After Yuan Mu left, Zhao Jianjun picked up the phone on the table and dialed.

"Xiao Jiang, um, my name is Zhao Jianjun, and this is it..."

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The next morning at eight o'clock.

Yuan Mu changed into clean clothes and came to the Ningyang Railway Public Security Branch, Criminal Police Team.

Before, I went to Zhao Jianjun purely to build relationships. There is a saying like this: if you don't run around or give gifts, you will stay where you are. If you only run around but don't give gifts, you will be transferred to the same level, and if you both run around and give gifts, your superior will reuse you.

If they say you can do it, then you can do it, even if you can't. If they say you can't do it, then you can't do it, even if you can. Although this may sound rough, it makes sense.

This is true in every era. Why is Wang Xin still just an ordinary police officer after working in the police force for 30 or 40 years? Moreover, he has made so many contributions, so why can't he be promoted? It is because he is too upright and inflexible.

The reason why he was finally promoted to branch chief and second-level police inspector was because he had the qualifications and age, so he had to be promoted. He had made so many contributions, it would be unreasonable not to be promoted. Anyway, he would only serve for one term and then retire.

So sometimes when you consider the masses, you also have to consider yourself. We don't take the initiative to bribe, but this invisible thing still has to be there. Giving gifts is a science, and you have to give them to the heart of the leader.

Officials at that time were still relatively simple, and many of them did not accept money directly, so you had to grasp his pulse.

After entering the criminal police team and asking the police officers passing by, he went straight to the captain's office. He saw that the office door was open and a man in his forties was sitting inside, reading a newspaper.

"Knock knock!" Yuan Mu reached out and knocked on the door.

"Come in!" The man picked up the teacup and took a sip and spoke lightly.

Yuan Mu walked in and came in front of the man.

"Report! I'm Yuan Mu, here to report!"

Hearing the name, the man raised his head and then a smile spread across his face.

"Oh, you are Yuan Mu. Director Zhao called me specially. Come on, take a seat."

Yuan Mu was stunned for a moment. Wasn't this guy too enthusiastic? But after hearing the rest of the story, he understood. It seemed that Zhao Jianjun asked the captain to take better care of him because of the box of wild ginseng he had given him.

"Yes!" Yuan Mu nodded, and then sat on the sofa at the side.

Captain Jiang personally poured a glass of water for Yuan Mu, then walked over with a document and sat down next to Yuan Mu.

"Xiao Yuan, I'm the captain of our criminal police team. From now on, just call me Captain Jiang."

"Yes! Captain Jiang!"

"I heard from Director Zhao that you are very good at shooting and fighting?"

Yuan Mu looked bitter. Why did he keep talking about this? It was as if he was bragging about himself.

"Director Zhao praised me, but it's just average."

"Young man, don't be overly modest! Look, you were transferred from a prison guard. Let's go to the outdoor shooting range to try your marksmanship first. If you can pass the test, we can give you a gun." Although Captain Jiang believed that Director Zhao would not lie to him, he did want to test Yuan Mu's ability.

This is also a process. Unless you are a graduate of a regular police academy, you have to go through this process and be evaluated by specialized people. If you fail the assessment, you will not be allowed to carry a gun.

"No problem, Captain Jiang. When can we go for the test?" Yuan Mu was eager to try. He hadn't touched a gun for many days since he came back from prison. He had been thinking about it for a long time.

For Yuan Mu, the gun is his life. Only with a gun in his hand can he feel stable and at ease.

Captain Jiang raised his hand and checked the time.

"Let's do it now. I don't have anything to do right now. How about it? Do you need to prepare?"

"Captain Jiang, no need to prepare. I'm always ready."

"Great! I like young people like you, full of drive and energy!" Captain Jiang laughed and patted Yuan Mu on the shoulder.