Rebirth of Minister Qi

Chen Jin took out a can of beautifully packaged tea from below as if he was offering a treasure.

“District Chief, this is the new tea I brought back from Wuyi Mountain.

Although it is not as good as the tea from Cixin Garden, it is also a good product. "

Chen Jin's words showed his high emotional intelligence. What he meant was that the leader's tea must be the best, and my tea must be a little worse than the leader's, but it is also good tea, and it will not be bad to use it to entertain guests.

Qi Tongwei took a sip but still couldn't tell any difference. He never thought that the green tea sold at a few yuan a pound on Zhoushi Street was bad, nor did he feel that the green tea sold at tens of thousands of yuan a pound on Cixinyuan was any good.

They all taste almost the same. I really don't know what those tea lovers are thinking when they pretend all day long that this one tastes good and that one tastes good, and can even describe it with so many words.

"Not bad, this cup is too small. It's too troublesome to drink from the glass."

“You three all have great futures.

Chen Jin works diligently. Although he doesn't know much about the business, he has high emotional intelligence and good decision-making ability.

As for Lao Li, although he is still a little green, he is willing to learn and does things without compromise.

As for Lao Cheng, he is quite capable and very careful, but he is a bit too gossipy. Some leaders don’t like to be discussed privately all the time.”

Qi Tongwei talked about the strengths and weaknesses of several subordinates, which was actually a hint of changes in their positions.

If Chen Jin wants to take the position of director, he must study this business well and be proficient in it. Otherwise, he will always have shortcomings and will not be able to hold on to the position even if he is promoted.

Li Wei has good execution ability. He has done a good job in the current street office and the new city construction. He also has the opportunity to be promoted to the position of executive director in the future.

As for Cheng Zhong, he has to change his bad habit of talking about others in private. Even if other people have secrets, he can only report to Qi Tongwei, otherwise it will be difficult for him to get the position of secretary-general of the district committee in the future.

As for whether they can understand or take it to heart, that depends on their personal perception. Which leader can make things clear?

The three of them did not refute or ask further questions, but raised their teacups to each other and toasted Qi Tongwei respectfully.

"Okay, stop talking about this and talk about something happy.

I heard something happened in your city bureau?"

Speaking of this, Chen Jin held his forehead with his hand. Although he could not be held accountable for this matter, it was an indisputable fact that the entire municipal bureau had become a laughing stock in the province. This also made Chen Jin quite embarrassed when he attended meetings in the province.

"I am ashamed to say that I have been laughed at by the provincial leaders recently.

District Chief, you are not on the police line right now, so you may have only heard the general idea, but the matter is actually quite serious."

Let us turn the clock back two weeks ago. It was still the twelfth lunar month and the Chinese New Year was approaching. Today's protagonist is Chen Jin, deputy secretary of the party committee and deputy director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. The Municipal Bureau does not have the position of political commissar, and his job is the same as that of a political commissar.

The slaves of the city criminal police detachment are cleaning their office, which is where they work, sleep, eat, drink, defecate and urinate. They spend eighteen hours a day here, and the other six hours are usually spent on field work.

Today, because Chen Jin, deputy secretary of the Municipal Bureau's Party Committee and deputy director, is coming to the Criminal Investigation Brigade for research, they are so diligent and started cleaning early.

"Old Ma, get up. The leader will come over for inspection soon. Get up and tidy up."

Lao Ma from the criminal police team was lying on a recliner, drowsy and mumbling to himself, expressing his dissatisfaction with formalism.

However, his colleague's next words made him lose his sleepiness and he stood up immediately.

"Old Ma, it's a good thing you can sleep so well that you're not afraid of being hit by the fire stick."

Having said this, Lao Ma finally realized where the slight sense of disharmony he felt yesterday came from and why he could turn over so easily in his sleep.

Lao Ma stood up and reached to his waist, but felt only the empty gun holster but not the fire poker.

His colleague Lao Yu, who was standing opposite him, stared at him with his mouth open, and their eyes met.

"Where's your fire stick? You didn't lose it! Find it quickly. It's eight o'clock now. The leader will be here at nine o'clock. All of us in the office need to meet and shake hands."

Lao Ma's face turned pale instantly, and he immediately looked around the office, but he didn't dare to make a sound or shout out.

I could only look at Lao Yu with pleading eyes.

Lao Yu immediately came up with a countermeasure. In fact, Lao Ma was usually more cunning than him, but now that the incident was happening to Lao Ma himself, he completely lost his calm judgment and fell into an extremely panicked situation.

"Old Ma, Old Ma, don't panic, don't panic.

You have to pretend to be calm. We are doing spring cleaning. Bring us a broom and we will clean and check every place at the same time.

Don’t let the leaders see this.”

Lao Ma felt like he had found a life-saving straw. He immediately ran to get the broom and dustpan, and the two of them began to clean up the house.

However, their strange behavior soon attracted the attention of their section chief. These people were the elites in the city's criminal investigation field. They were all masters of investigating details. How could such abnormal behavior not attract the attention of these criminal investigation masters?

"What are you two doing? Why are you so flustered?"

After the section chief finished speaking, he glanced at the empty gun bag on Lao Ma's body that was deflated by Lao Ma's turning over in his sleep. An extremely bad idea came to his mind, and he subconsciously wanted to rule out the worst possible scenario.

"Old Ma, where's your firewood stick?"

After saying this, the section chief felt a little regretful, because he saw Lao Ma's pale face, which instantly confirmed the worst situation he could think of.

Because other people also heard his question.

Everyone in the office heard it, and this was a very bad thing.

The captain of the criminal investigation team quickly rushed into the office, pointed his finger at Lao Ma and cursed him.

"Are you fucking trying to kill all of us? Where's the fire stick?"

Old Ma was trembling, and his sharp eyes, which usually scared criminal suspects into confessing, became scattered and unfocused.

"I, I, I don't know? I was sleeping in the office just now, and when I woke up, the gun was gone."

The captain grabbed his hat and slammed it hard on the desk.

"When did you sleep? Did you lose it in the office or outside? Don't you know anything about it? Find it, find it for me right now."

The whole office began to get busy, and the captain was also very panicked. He hoped to find the gun as soon as possible. As long as the incident was within the office, he could cover it up. The police officers under him were all politically alert people, and as long as the gun was found within this hour.