The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 158 A Great Fire Breaks Out in Port Across the Country, and the First Day of the Lunar New Year is Full of Prosperity
Even after the start of spring, the weather remains cold.

Early in the morning, the sound of firecrackers echoed continuously throughout the coastal city.

Qian Jin was still comfortably dreaming in bed when the wooden door to room 205 was suddenly slammed shut.
"Uncle Qianjin, Happy New Year! Happy New Year! Wishing you a smooth year ahead and many children..."

Zhang Aijun opened the door, and the four little ones darted in.

Qian Jin hurriedly put on his clothes and pants.

He glanced at them and, wow, the four little ones, whose clothes were always patched up, were finally wearing new clothes today.

The oldest one was wearing an indigo polyester Zhongshan suit with a badge of the leader pinned to his collar.

The second son was wearing a military green imitation cotton-padded jacket, with a red undershirt peeking out from the cuffs.

The two younger children wore army green cotton-padded jackets and cotton-padded work pants, while the other four wore brand-new white Warrior shoes, each with the words "Warrior" printed in bright red on the surface, making them stand out.

Qian Jin said, "Go and wish your Aunt Qian a Happy New Year. After you're done, come back and collect your red envelope."

Liu Sanbing hurriedly said, "Teacher Wei is already preparing to make dumplings. Let's go wish her a Happy New Year first."

"Wait here." Qian went into the next room, where Wei Qinghuan was indeed putting dumplings into a pot.

She wore a floral apron, her black braids draped over her left shoulder, and the steam made her face look like a peach blossom.

Qian Jin couldn't help but pinch her waist: "Up so early?"

"It's still early." Wei Qinghuan tossed his head, his long braid sweeping across his face, the faint scent of shampoo pleasant.

"I reckon you'll have to get up when the four of them go to wish you a Happy New Year, so I can make dumplings right away."

Even the little dumplings were awake, swaying sleepily.

Wei Xiongtu yawned and said, "Quickly wish your uncle a Happy New Year."

Little Fatty said in a daze, "Uncle's mutton dumplings are delicious. I wish you can eat mutton dumplings every day this year."

Qian Jin laughed heartily

"Do you think everyone is a glutton like you?" Wei Qinghuan turned around and wiped her forehead.

Qian Jin handed the red envelope to the chubby girl.

The chubby girl was still yawning.

He went back and handed one to each of the four children: "One for each of you."

The red envelope was very generous.

The four little ones opened it and started screaming "Ahhh!"

One person had a thick stack of small bills.

Ten yuan per person.

In today's terms, this red envelope is worth the equivalent of tens of thousands of yuan 28 years ago. It's not that the purchasing power is that exaggerated, but it's very rare to give a child a ten-yuan red envelope now than to give a ten-thousand-yuan red envelope 28 years ago.

Qian Jin is not stingy.

After all, they spent half a year working on the items they found last year, and the money they made from those items made them a lot of money in the online store.

Later, although Qian Jin found other ways to make money, they helped take care of the child again, taking good care of Xiao Tangyuan and completely freeing up Wei Qinghuan's labor.

The four brothers were trembling with excitement as they held such a huge sum of money in their hands for the first time.

The youngest, Liu Siding, was the calmest and said, "Big brother, here's our red envelope!"

"Yes, yes!" Liu Dajia nodded hurriedly and took out a red cloth bag from his pocket: "Uncle Qianjin, we also have red envelopes, these are for you."

Qian Jin took the cloth bag; it was heavy and made a tinkling sound.

He poured it onto the table, spilling out a lot of copper coins. It was still dark, and under the yellow lamplight, the coins gleamed with a bluish-yellow light.

"Qianlong Tongbao, Xianfeng Zhongbao, good heavens, and even ten-cash copper coins!" Qian Jin exclaimed in surprise, fiddling with the coins with his fingers. "Good lad, where did you get these?"

Liu Dajia chuckled: "The origin of this is quite complicated."

“Grandpa Zhao at the recycling station had these in his drawer. We helped him move coal briquettes for half a month, and he gave them to us.”

“My grandparents also had one at home. I searched high and low when I went back to my hometown.”

"And when we went to the temple fair, there were two acrobatic troupes. We helped them out and asked their troupe leader for help. They gave them to us as gifts, hehe."

Qian Jin lightly punched each of them in the chest: "Don't leave today, Uncle will treat you to dumplings."

"I'll cover your tuition fees this year, and I'll also prepare a new schoolbag, a new set of stationery, and ten new test papers for each of you!"

He couldn't say whether the copper coins were valuable or not.

In his experience, copper coins that are usually visible are not worth much.

But the innocent hearts of the four children are very valuable.

If these four lads are properly trained, they will definitely be his capable assistants in the future!
Wei Qinghuan's voice came from next door: "Kids and adults, grab your plates, get ready to eat dumplings!"

As if hearing the starting gun, the four children dashed out.

Qian Jin laughed loudly.

They're so energetic! I'm not afraid of getting depressed if I'm around these little rascals.

Wei Qinghuan was pouring cold water into the iron pot, and the boiling dumpling soup instantly calmed down, only to boil again with a slight flick of her wrist.

As the steam rose, her profile was illuminated by the lamplight, and fine water droplets clung to her eyelashes, making her appear even more alluring than usual.

"Mutton dumplings, try Auntie's cooking. Come on, Da Jia, peel the garlic, Er Yi, put them on the table, San Bing and Si Ding, you take your little sister to wash up." Her voice was like a silk thread, manipulating the little ones like puppets.

Steam swirls around the stove.

Wei Qinghuan stood in front of the stove, her slender figure wrapped in a blue and white floral cotton-padded jacket, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing her forearms that looked like lotus roots.

She tossed the pot in her left hand and held the spatula in her right, the dumplings turning white in the iron pot, the aroma of sesame oil mixed with the fragrance of mutton, making one's throat tighten.

The minced garlic is served, and so are the five small dishes.

All ten of their eyes followed the plate of dumplings in Wei Qinghuan's hand.

When the first plate of dumplings was served, the chopsticks of the four children clattered loudly on the porcelain plate.

Dajia picked up a dumpling that looked like a gold ingot, took a bite, and hot mutton fat gushed out, dripping down his chin.

Er Yi ate quickly, panting as the food burned, but he couldn't bear to spit it out, rummaging through his mouth as if he had a piece of burning coal in his mouth.

The little chubby girl had experience eating dumplings made by her aunt. After getting the dumplings, she bit a small hole in them, sucked the soup first, and then ate the meat. Her little mouth was oily, like she had put on rouge.

"Slow down, there's plenty." Wei Qinghuan brought over another plate, her fingertips turning pink from the steam.

Qian went in to help, and Liu Eryi, quick-witted as ever, rushed over to assist. Liu Sanbing was pulled over by him: "All you know how to do is eat."

Liu Sanbing staggered two steps, looked down, and suddenly burst into tears.

Qian Jin comforted him, "You'll still get your dumplings, don't cry!"

"No, my new shoes got black marks from coal!" Liu Sanbing angrily hit his older brother. "It's all your fault!"

"It's alright." Wei Qinghuan bent down to wipe his shoes, a silver pendant dangling from her collar. "After you finish eating, Auntie will apply shoe polish to your shoes, and they'll immediately turn white again."

Upon hearing this, Liu Sanbing stopped crying.

Wei Qinghuan coaxed him, "Auntie will scoop you another plate of dumplings, let's see how many you can eat."

Liu Sanbing hurriedly and enthusiastically said, "I can eat it all!"

Lamb dumplings.

This was the first time the four brothers had ever eaten dumplings like this since they were children.

While eating dumplings, Liu Dajia said, "Last year during the Spring Festival, my family made pork and cabbage dumplings. Half a pound of meat made two hundred dumplings, and then my mother divided one portion for each of my brothers."

"Er Yi received thirty pieces, but he couldn't bear to eat them all, so he ate them from the first day of the month to the tenth..."

Liu Eryi muttered, "You even stole two of them."

These days, supplies are extremely scarce.

Even now, many families still steam coarse grain buns mixed with elm bark for the Lunar New Year.

In other words, if Qian Jin doesn't treat meat as meat, wouldn't everyone else treat meat like a treasure?

Wei Qinghuan laughed and said, "Auntie was the same last year, but this year she's benefiting from Uncle Qianjin's success."

Qian Jin ate dumplings and laughed: "No matter what a man does, he has only one principle when it comes to family: to make sure his wife is well-fed, well-clothed, and has no worries."

Wei Qinghuan looked at his eyes, which seemed to contain two pools of spring water.

They had eaten most of it when the first light of dawn appeared in the east.

Amidst the continuous sound of firecrackers, the sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Wang Dong was the first to rush in, shouting before even showing his face, "Captain Qian, Teacher Wei, Teacher Wei, Comrade Dajun, Happy New Year!"

He was followed by more than a dozen people, including Xu Weidong, Shi Zhentao, and Zhu Tao, each of whom was holding a red paper packet in their hand.

Xu Weidong's cotton military cap still had firecracker debris stuck to it, clearly indicating that he had just come over after setting off firecrackers.

Wei Qinghuan greeted them with a smile: "Happy New Year, Happy New Year! Haven't eaten yet? There aren't many dumplings left, comrades, how about having something to eat?"

Wang Dong said, "I ate, I ate mutton dumplings, hehe, I have a wife, unlike these bachelors."

He glanced sideways at Xu Weidong, Zhu Tao, and the others, his face full of smugness.

Xu Weidong said slowly, "Wang Baowei, I am now a rising star in the investment and financing department. I have status, position and a high salary."

"So, I must find a wife who, even if she's not quite as good as Teacher Wei, is at least only a tiny bit better than Teacher Wei."

Zhu Tao asked him with concern, "You haven't woken up yet? How did you sleepwalk here?"

"Get lost!" Xu Weidong shoved him. "Anyway, I'm definitely going to find a pretty good wife. Teacher Wei, do you have any cousins ​​or anything you could introduce me to?"

Wei Qinghuan snapped her fingers: "I don't have a female cousin, but I do have several female cousins."

Zhu Tao and the others immediately surrounded her.

Wang Dong was stunned. For the first time, he felt like he was about to be crushed by Xu Weidong.

Qian Jin greeted them, saying, "Old Xu, your thinking is wrong. Our Wang Baowei and his wife met when they were poor, which makes their relationship all the more precious."

"You may rely on your high status to earn more money and marry more wives, but you may not be able to marry wives who are truly willing to live a good life with you!"

Wang Dong nodded vigorously: "That's exactly it, that's exactly it."

But after thinking about it carefully, he was still unwilling to give up.

Am I destined to only sleep with ugly women in this lifetime?
I'm already a security officer, the next step is to become a security chief!

More people came to offer New Year's greetings.

Qian Jin was at his doorstep like he was at a temple fair.

Members of the labor shock brigade came in groups of three or five to wish him a Happy New Year. Qiu Dayong brought more than a dozen educated youths to wish him a Happy New Year. The porters from his workplace also came to wish him a Happy New Year.

Even the neighborhood committee had many people come to wish him a Happy New Year.

It doesn't stop there.

Many students also came to offer New Year's greetings. These people also wished Wei Qinghuan and Wei Xiongtu a Happy New Year, bringing them the good news that they had both been admitted to university.

Whether they have a junior college degree or a bachelor's degree, their future is bright!
There isn't enough room in 204 and 205.

Qian Jin couldn't stay to entertain them, as he had promised Yang Shengzhang he would be working overtime. So he left the room for the students and parents who were coming and took Qiu Dayong, Xu Weidong, and their group to his workplace.

Anyway, I don't have to do any work today, I'm just going on patrol.

In this situation, since the brigade office has a stove and hot tea, it's better to go to the office together and play.

There were quite a few students and parents present.

Gradually, not only those who had passed the college entrance exam came, but also those who had failed. They all inquired about whether the study room was still open.

These students were not satisfied; they wanted to try again.

Qian Jin rode his bicycle, leading a large group of young men, towards his workplace.

He originally planned to sell the large yellow croakers at his workplace today, but with so many people around, he couldn't do it that way.

He thought he might be able to sell it in the afternoon, so he sent his men away and stayed in his office.

The morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year was much more lively than usual.

Under the old locust tree at the alley entrance, several children in new cotton-padded clothes were fighting over duds, their red scarves standing out conspicuously in the snow.

There were long queues outside the grocery store. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, some meat products did not require coupons, so there were often even more customers.

The postman in the blue uniform rode a golden deer, with a green mailbag on the back filled with New Year's greetings letters.

Qian Jin thoroughly enjoyed this nostalgic atmosphere.

For 28 years, the Spring Festival in the city has been rather dull, with the only difference being that shopping malls have hung up more red lanterns or other decorations.

In reality, it lacks the human touch that is most needed during the Chinese New Year.

Now it's completely different. As Qian Jin and his companions rode along the road, the morning mist carrying the smell of sulfur constantly greeted them.

The new clothes of the children and adults were similar in style: blue cloth shirts and pants, green liberation shoes. No one compared themselves to others. Everyone held the broken firecrackers or the two-stage firecrackers they had picked up, their faces red from the cold, beaming with joy.

Not to mention the firecracker debris scattered everywhere on the ground, the crimson and gold-flecked paper mixed with black gunpowder residue soaked into mottled colors in the snow, and children wandering around in groups, searching for duds.

Upon arriving at the port, even the deserted brigade office had a festive atmosphere reminiscent of the Chinese New Year.

The inside of the glass, which was covered with frost flowers, was newly decorated with a paper-cut image of a chubby baby holding a carp. The morning light shone down from the east, making the room bright.

Qian Jin opened the door: "You all go in and light the stove first, I'm going out for a stroll."

Qiu Dayong said, "Captain Qian, you go inside and rest. Leave the patrol work to us brothers."

Qian Jin waved his hand.

Yang Shengzhang treated him very well, and since he had promised to take the shift, he had to do his job well.

The warehouses belonging to the Municipal Supply and Marketing Cooperative were kept tightly closed.

He took the list and went in one by one to check the incoming goods to make sure there were no errors and that nothing had been stolen.

There were also chests and cabinets outside, all locked together with iron chains.

Zhang Aijun followed behind him, glancing around every now and then. Suddenly, he let out a "heh" and ran off, disappearing from sight in a flash.

Qian Jin didn't know what was wrong with him. Anyway, after checking the supplies and finding no problems, he returned to the brigade office to brag to his men.

I pushed open the door, and the stove was already lit; two kettles of water had already boiled.

"Commander Qian, why are you only just getting back?" Zhu Tao asked.

Qian Jin waved the list in his hand: "There's no other way, we have to check thirty-five warehouses."

"Captain Qian, try this." Wang Dong picked up a package of oil paper and handed it to him. "My wife roasted these pumpkin seeds with coarse salt. They taste pretty good." The stove was burning public coal, which was free and burned well. The "Learn from Daqing in Industry" award certificate hanging on the wall was curled at the edges from the heat.

Qiu Dayong squatted on a bench rolling a cigarette, spilling cheap tobacco all over the table.

Zhao Bo and Su Shaobing were playing chess in a corner, the wooden chess pieces making a clattering sound.

Qian Jin sat down, drank his tea, and started eating melon seeds. Xu Weidong specially reserved a spot for him by the south window, where the sunlight could shine in and it would be warmer.

Su Shaobing was very skilled at chess, and he defeated Zhao Bo so badly that Zhao Bo turned pale.

Seeing that he was about to be checkmated again, Zhao Bo grabbed a cotton hat, put it on his head, and made a quick escape: "Everyone needs to pee, I'm going to take a leak."

He ran out, then suddenly pushed the door open and stumbled back in, his cotton hat askew, his face deathly pale: "Come out and see, is there a fire over there!"

The sound of teacups overturning echoed repeatedly.

Qian Jin ran out. There was no unusual smell in the air yet, but several plumes of black smoke did rise from the southwest.

The black smoke spread quickly, the sea breeze howled, and then the pungent smell of burning was brought along!
It's on fire.

It wasn't the smoke from burning straw, but the toxic fumes from burning rubber mixed with paint.

I don't know what was burning, but the thick smoke spread very quickly, and the largest plume shot straight into the sky like a black dragon.

"Damn it!" Qiu Dayong cursed as he took a look. "There are our warehouses and the port authority's warehouses, at least warehouses numbered twelve through sixteen are all there!"

He had worked in Jiagang for a long time, and he would hire people who couldn't handle their own work, so he had traveled to many places and was very familiar with them.

Qian Jin immediately gave him a push: "Take everyone over there right now and see what's going on."

"Grab all fire extinguishers, turn on all the water taps in the area, and hurry up and put out the fire!"

"But be careful, no risks allowed, no risks allowed until I get there!"

"You guys go first, I'm calling the police, we need backup!"

He kicked open the lock on the fire cabinet, inside which were rows of fire extinguishers.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Tianjin Fire Research Institute of the Ministry of Public Security began to lead the research and development of fire extinguishing agents, initially focusing on acid-base chemical foam fire extinguishers, and establishing a basic production system by introducing Soviet technology.

By 1956, my country had begun producing sodium bicarbonate dry powder fire extinguishing agent and, together with simple canning equipment, developed basic fire extinguisher products.

Port warehouses are important locations, so fire safety has always been a top priority.

The Municipal Supply and Marketing Cooperative equipped all the transport teams with a large number of fire extinguishers, namely sodium bicarbonate dry powder fire extinguishers.

Since there were many items, Qian Jin asked everyone to bring two over.

At Qiu Dayong's call, everyone grabbed a fire extinguisher in each hand and ran over.

When Qian Jin saw that no one was around, he immediately took out the gold box and quickly bought twenty fire masks. After thinking for a moment, he also bought a megaphone.

Actually, the most important thing right now is fire-fighting equipment.

The problem is that the fire extinguisher from 28 years ago was so beautiful for that era that it left a lasting impression at first glance.

Therefore, Qian Jin doesn't plan to buy fire extinguishers. He will buy fire masks to ensure the respiratory safety of his subordinates and then do his best to put out the fire. He doesn't want to expose his secrets because of the port authority's fire.

In addition, breathing safety is of utmost importance for firefighters.

He recalled reading a report that, according to statistics, most people who die at fire scenes are not burned to death, but are rendered incapacitated by various toxic fumes.

The fire mask he bought was disposable and had transparent goggles, providing a wide field of vision.

Another one has a high-efficiency filter tip, which can prevent toxic gases such as carbon monoxide, sulfur dioxide, and hydrogen chloride, with a smoke filtration rate of up to 99%.

After buying the tools, he put away the gold chest and hurried over.

A layer of black ash had already accumulated on the snow. The closer you got to the fire, the hotter the air became.

More than 20 people have started fighting the fire.

The work is not going well.

People of that era had never used fire extinguishers before, and didn't know how to use them.

When they ran over, they found that the fire extinguishers could only be thrown on the ground; they still had to open the fire valve and pull the hose to spray water to put out the fire.

Qian Jin threw the mask over and shouted, "Everyone who can breathe, put this on! Remember, safety first, don't fucking try to be a hero!"

The group looked at each other, puzzled, after receiving the masks: "What are these things?"

"Gas mask? I've seen those Japanese bastards who were developing chemical weapons wear these in movies."

Qian Jin picked up the megaphone and directed, "This is very simple. Just tear open the front cover of the packaging paper and put it on your head."

"Now get the fire extinguishers. I'll teach you how to use them. This dry powder fire extinguisher is very simple..."

As soon as the loudspeaker blared, the loud noise immediately drowned out the crackling sounds at the fire scene.

After more than twenty people put on their fire masks, he directed the use of fire extinguishers.

The dry powder hissed out.

Flames were raging, but they discovered it in time, and the goods in the warehouse were not burning too badly; only some rubber products caught fire, producing a lot of smoke.

Qian Jin braved the thick smoke to go in and take a look, then came out and said, "Qiu Dayong, go and turn on the fire pump. Shaobing, take some men to connect the water pipes. Everyone, get to work quickly!"

"Don't go in as long as the flames are burning, but don't be afraid, these are all concrete warehouses, they won't collapse and won't hurt anyone!"

Qiu Dayong and three young workers wielded the Taiping Axe.

Sparks flew as the axe blade struck the metal fence, the fire pump guardrail was severed, and the water pipe was immediately pulled out.

The raging torrent rushed into the warehouse flames, and Shaobing, who was standing at the front, was quickly soaked in sweat, with wisps of white steam rising from his back.

Dry powder fire extinguishers are very effective, especially for small fires. If several people rush in together, they can quickly control the spread of the fire.

Qian Jin inspected the situation from the front and directed the mobilization of manpower through a loudspeaker.

The fires in the other warehouses were brought under control, leaving only warehouse 021 remaining.

The warehouse was filled with sweltering heat and thick smoke, and inside were piles of rubber tires.

The thick black smoke they had seen earlier was coming from this warehouse.

"Get water! Pour water onto the pile of tires! Control the fire first, then go in and use the dry powder fire extinguishers!" Qian Jin shouted, his voice hoarse.

Fire pumps in those days were very outdated, and water pressure was entirely dependent on manually cranking pumps.

Qiu Dayong was so busy that he felt hot all over. He took off his clothes and started cranking the fire pump shirtless, making the muscles on his arms throb.

The cast iron pump head made a teeth-grinding sound as it pumped water out continuously.

Qian Jin thought they were quite lucky.

The underground pipes must have been protected against freezing, as they didn't freeze. If they had frozen, it would have been a real problem.

When icy water meets raging fire, it produces plumes of white smoke that blot out the sky.

Qian Jin's mask lenses were covered in black ash. He wiped his face and found that blisters had appeared on the back of his hand.

Zhao Bo ran over, dragging his charred trousers: "Chief Qian, someone must have set this place on fire."

"Damn it, I checked the warehouse over there. Someone definitely used gasoline or something, otherwise the fire wouldn't have burned so badly!"

Qian Jin nudged him: "These will be investigated by professionals later. Let's put out the fire first. It's the last warehouse, let's extinguish it!"

Rubber fires are difficult to extinguish with water.

However, ice water can cool the flames and effectively prevent them from spreading.

Dry powder fire extinguishers are very effective at dealing with rubber flames. A dozen dry powder fire extinguishers were sprayed in at the same time, filling the warehouse with white smoke.

Fortunately, while the smoke from a rubber fire is frightening, it's not so easy for the flame to ignite, as flame retardants are added to the tires.

Thanks to timely rescue efforts, the fire did not spread widely; all six warehouses that were set ablaze were successfully extinguished.

Qian Jin breathed a sigh of relief and told everyone to take off their masks and rest: "Let's rest first, then we'll check the surrounding area to see if there are any other warehouses that are in danger."

This investigation is very necessary.

Gasoline traces were found in two more warehouses, including an overturned gasoline drum at the entrance of warehouse 014.

Qiu Dayong touched his hair.

His hair was singed and burnt: "What the hell is going on? Where did this arsonist come from on the first day of the Lunar New Year?"

Qian Jin put away his fire mask to make a phone call, but when he got back to the office, he was completely lost.

Who should I call on the first day of the Lunar New Year?
It's definitely impossible to get through to their workplace.

He had no choice but to call 119.

The person on the other end of the 119 emergency hotline almost burst into tears upon hearing the news: "Comrade, what's the situation with the port fire?"

"Since yesterday, all our firefighters have been mobilized. There are too many people setting off firecrackers. Either a pile of firewood is burning in this alley or a house is on fire in that alley. Right now, there is no one in our unit!"

If a major fire breaks out in Kaohsiung, all fire departments in the city will be held accountable!
Qian Jin could only reassure him, saying, "It's nothing serious. We managed to put out the fire in time."

He hung up the phone and called the headquarters duty room.

No one answered the phone.

He had no choice but to flip through the phone book and finally found Yang Shengzhang's home phone number:

"Hey boss, yes, yes, I'm wishing you a Happy New Year, good health and a happy family reunion. Oh, you wished me good luck at work and a great promotion—wow, boss, you're really something, this year should really be going to be very successful."

"Two of our warehouses have been set on fire, and the port authority is in even worse shape, with four warehouses set on fire, using gasoline..."

From Yang Shengzhang's end came the sound of something—either a cup or a bowl—being smashed: "Call the fire department immediately!"

"No need for that. I happened to be here with a bunch of brothers, and we managed to bring the fire under control. But you'd better come over; quite a few things were burned," Qian Jin said.

Yang Shengzhang told him to call the police, saying he would set off immediately.

Qian Jin felt it didn't matter whether he called the police or not.

The fact that no one from the Public Security Bureau came to help after the fire had been burning for so long clearly proves that not many people were at work that day.

Otherwise, the black smoke billowing from the rubber warehouse would definitely have alerted the local police station.

Sure enough, when he called, only the staff on duty were at work.

Many of today's law enforcement agencies are substandard, far less capable and responsible than the elite forces that were in place when the country was first established, and certainly not as professional as they will be in the future.

The impact of the past decade on society is multifaceted and cannot be recovered from in a year or two.

The staff on duty knew it wouldn't be right for them not to help put out the fire, so they stammered an explanation:
"I've been trying to contact firefighters for you, but all the firefighters in the Chengnan District are on duty. I also inquired about the situation in the other three urban districts, and in the end, a group of firefighters was transferred from the suburbs..."

Qian Jin couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Thank you so much! By the time they arrived, Jiagang was already a sea of ​​fire!"

He was on the phone when the others rushed back, making a ruckus.

They carried back a young man with a bruised and swollen face, barely alive. Zhang Aijun was also in the group, covering half of his face with a handkerchief, blood flowing down his neck and staining half of his clothes red.

Qian Jin was shocked: "Dajun, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Aijun said in a muffled voice, "It's this kid. Xia Shanhu and his gang consisted of five people, and this is the one who ran away!"

Upon hearing this, Qian Jin suddenly realized: "Was it this bastard who started the fire?"

Zhang Aijun nodded: "Yes, I went with you to check the inventory just now, and he was watching you from the shadows. I recognized him when we met face to face, so I quickly chased after him."

"I didn't expect this kid to be so slippery. I couldn't catch him and he got away. He had prepared a gasoline can beforehand and went to set it on fire."

"I found him after I saw a warehouse on fire. He ran away as soon as he saw me, so I chased after him. He kept running, and I kept chasing. Suddenly, he turned around and attacked me. Damn it!"

Zhang Aijun took the handkerchief and gave it to Qian Jin to look at.

A gash on her cheek, as open as a child's mouth, was difficult to stop bleeding even when pressed with a handkerchief!

Qian Jin hurriedly said, "Stop talking, stop talking! Let's get to the hospital right away! Let's get stitches!"

Zhang Aijun didn't care at all: "It's okay, this kid is in a worse state than me. I at least broke four of his ribs and a humerus!"

"And that tuft of stuff in his crotch, it'll probably be useless from now on..."

Whenever a fight breaks out, he always attacks the opponent's groin first, followed by their throat, eyes, and back of the head.

That's how he learned!
Qian Jin let Qiu Dayong ride his bicycle to take Zhang Aijun to the nearest Jiagang People's Hospital.

Not long after they left, Yang Shengzhang drove up and asked, "What happened?"

Qian Jin reported the situation and took him to the warehouse to check it out.

Yang Shengzhang looked at his disheveled appearance, then pulled up his wrist to examine the blisters on the back of his hand, his expression complex:
"Thank goodness you were assigned to this shift, and thank goodness I didn't just find any random job to do, otherwise I would have made a huge mistake today!"

The first day of the Lunar New Year is the only time of year when Port Ajall is closed.

All units have stopped working, and even domestic ships are either arriving in port early or not until tomorrow. In short, there are very few people in Port A today.

Originally, the Jiagang Brigade of their Supply and Marketing Cooperative only arranged for two or three people to be on duty, mainly to check the inventory and prevent people from taking advantage of the gap on the first day of the Lunar New Year to steal.

Only Qian Jin would bring a team of people to the office to be on duty. If it were just two or three people, they would be completely defenseless against this fire.

Qian Jin also kept saying he was lucky.

Today, Xu Weidong, Qiu Dayong, and their gang had nothing to do, so they insisted on chatting nonsense with him during their break.

Since many students and parents came to visit for the New Year, Qian Jin brought them to his workplace.

He wouldn't normally bring these people along.

Yang Shengzhang was greatly excited after hearing the whole story, and he shook hands with Wang Dong and the others one by one:

"Comrades, our unit will definitely send the letter of commendation to your unit, and our unit will definitely recommend you for commendation!"

Xu Weidong laughed and said, "It doesn't matter to us leaders. The credit mainly goes to your subordinate, Captain Qian Jin. It's all thanks to his proper command and teaching us how to use fire extinguishers that we were able to put out the fire in time."

Qian Jin had instructed them that they could bring fire extinguishers but not fire masks, so everyone attributed the credit to his proper command.

This amount of money is acceptable.

It would be hard for most people to remember that the workplace was equipped with a large number of fire extinguishers.
Thick smoke billowed from the fire scene, and chaos reigned. Without the megaphone in his hand, no one else could effectively direct the operation.

Yang Shengzhang affectionately put his arm around Qian Jin and said with a smile, "You all have made contributions. I know very well the contributions of comrades like Qian Jin and Qiu Dayong. Don't worry, the organization will definitely not treat meritorious people unfairly!"

The police officers from the local public security bureau arrived late.

Qian Jin finally understood why the police were always late in the movies: art imitates reality!
The arsonist was also taken to the hospital.

Zhang Aijun was ruthless, and Qian Jin was afraid of killing him, so they were both sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. The public security bureau will definitely have to interrogate him intensively.

With this information he provided, the security guards rushed to the People's Hospital.

Qian Jin, worried about Zhang Aijun's injuries, also went over, and Yang Sheng, needing to understand the situation, followed as well.

Now the main force is moving again...

(End of this chapter)