The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 340 Command Post Disbanded, Commando Team Goes Home

I took a proper day off that day.

Although the next few days were supposed to be a rest period, Qian Jin still had to work from home.

However, this time he was busy with some backlogged work in the foreign trade office of the supply and marketing cooperative, all of which required his personal approval and signature as the director.

When he gets off work, Sun Jian will come over and work with him.

Qian Jin's transfer is a done deal, and the director of the Foreign Investment Office will be replaced.

Although the drought relief work was intense, he still took the time to talk to Wei Bin about it.

The provincial government wanted to parachute in a director, but Qian Jin wanted to select someone directly from among his own people, so he put Sun Jian in the position.

Wei Bin tends to agree with Qian Jin's opinion.

One reason Qian Jin had was that he was very familiar with Sun Jian. After he was transferred, Sun Jian, an acquaintance, would take over the work of the Foreign Business Office, and Qian Jin could play an assisting and mentoring role.

Of course, the main reason is that Sun Jian has this ability.

He has a university degree, and his vision, intellect, and learning ability are outstanding even today.

Qian Jin believed that he would be able to achieve success in foreign trade in the future.

Besides working from home, it's even more important to take care of Wei Qinghuan's physical condition.

Folic acid, multivitamins, and liquid calcium are essential.

In addition, he prepared pregnancy milk powder, nuts for pregnant women, and snacks for morning sickness for Wei Qinghuan, so that she would have enough nutrition but not too much energy.

This way, there will be no health problems and no risk of macrosomia (large baby).

After resting for five days, including the weekend, Qian Jin received a call from the command center on Thursday asking him to return to work.

It rained again during that time, and according to the weather station, the drought in Haibin City was relieved.

In this way, Han Zhaoxin, as the commander-in-chief, wanted to go to the countryside to conduct on-site inspections. If the drought relief work was almost finished, then the command headquarters would have to be disbanded, and some drought relief resources would have to be sent to other cities and prefectures for use.

The drought crisis in many provinces and cities in mainland China has not yet been alleviated.

Therefore, Qian Jin went back this time to accompany Han Zhaoxin, along with several other leaders including Zhang Chengnan, to inspect the recovery of agricultural production after the drought was alleviated.

The command headquarters was divided into four inspection teams. In addition to Qian Jin accompanying Han Zhaoxin, the other three deputy commanders each led a team to conduct cross-inspections in four directions.

Han Zhaoxin chose Qian Jin's home turf; he was going to Anguo County.

The two were still riding in the same military green 212 jeep, but the scenery passing by the window was no longer the desolate, withered yellow.

The car drove out of the city and into the rural areas of the suburbs.

The scenery along both sides of the road has been completely transformed.

The fields, once dry, cracked, and dusty, are now covered with a vibrant green.

Although it is not as lush and green as in previous years, Han Zhaoxin, the commander-in-chief of the drought relief headquarters who has witnessed the entire farmland turning yellow during the summer harvest, is particularly moved by the greenery outside his window.

The vitality of life struggling to recover from a near-death experience is always more touching.

The cornfields are the most conspicuous in the farmland.

Han Zhaoxin anticipated seeing scenes of yellowed and curled leaves and corn seedlings on the verge of death.

The result is not.

In the vast farmland, the corn leaves are fully unfurled, displaying a glossy, deep green color.

This pleased him greatly, and he quickly asked Xiao Sun to stop the car and then had Qian Jin help him climb onto the roof.

Climb high and look far.

He stretched out his hand to create a shady spot in front of his eyes and looked around, his smile growing wider and wider.

After coming down, he said, "Looking at these plants, the corn plants this year are generally shorter than in previous years, making them look a bit dwarfed, haha, but they've all grown into corn stalks."

Qian Jin said, "Yes, and this year's corn harvest may not be poor, because I have observed that many corn stalks are thicker and stronger than in previous years."

"I don't know the principle, but it's probably because the weather was too dry before, so the corn couldn't grow tall and they tried to put their roots in. As a result, when the water came in later, they grew relatively thicker."

"In short, I think this is a good thing, because the corn cobs that grow this way should be fuller."

Han Zhaoxin was even more pleased and said with a smile, "Then let's wait and see?"

They got in the car and set off.

The car randomly drove into a production brigade.

Farmers in this area are busy working in the fields.

Han Zhaoxin walked ahead with his hands behind his back.

He wore a snow-white polyester shirt, crisp and stylish dress pants, and leather shoes.

It's obvious he's a leading cadre, and a high-ranking one at that!

A perceptive member dropped his hoe and ran to find the production team cadre.

Han Zhaoxin walked along the ridges of the peanut field, looking to both sides as he went.

The creeping rice seedlings covered the ridges of the field, their leaves thin yet emerald green.

Parting the leaves, the second-in-command dug into the ground, trying to see the small peanuts underneath.

Get your wish.

A cluster of small peanuts, beginning to swell, huddled together, like pearls hidden in the soil.

Han Zhaoxin smiled subconsciously.

The hope of autumn harvest!
In previous years, peanuts would be ready to be harvested in about ten days to half a month, but this year, due to drought and insufficient water supply, the peanuts are not growing well.

However, as long as the temperature doesn't drop, it's fine to delay harvesting peanuts by half a month or twenty days.

He rummaged through several peanut plants and found peanuts of varying sizes.

This put him in a good mood, and he turned to Qian Jin and said, "Which commune and production team is this? Not bad, the income guarantee work is done well."

Qian Jin looked around and guessed, "It should be the territory of Donghe Commune, I estimate it should be Xiaochenzhuang Brigade."

Han Zhaoxin said to a man not far away who was leaning on a hoe and watching them curiously:
"Fellow villager, is this Donghe Commune?"

"Yes," the man said in a deep, muffled voice.

Which brigade?

"It's Xiaochenzhuang, everyone in my village has the surname Chen."

Upon hearing this, Han Zhaoxin turned around and pointed at Qian Jin, his face full of admiration: "Good, you have a thorough understanding of the rural areas of Anguo County."

Qian Jin chuckled and said, "Actually, I'm not very familiar with Donghe Commune. Not many people come here because it's not that short of water."

"The reason why we are not so short of water is that after we got the rough map of the underground water veins from Teacher Shi, we arranged for well-drilling teams to draw water for each brigade. We drilled a total of twelve wells in Donghe Commune."

"The first well was in this small village, so this place has a particularly deep memory for me."

A member of the commune who was listening in came over and said, "Yes, yes, that's right. Commander Qian, do you still remember me? I'm the cousin of the captain of the second team of our brigade. I helped your workers when we were digging the well."

Qian Jin said, "I have a vague impression of it, it looks familiar, but I've forgotten what it's called."

"My team leader is Chen Yongkang, the second team leader is Chen Yongnian, and I am Chen Yongfeng," the commune member said spiritedly.

Other members of the commune nearby approached to watch the leader.

Chen Yongfeng then puffed out his chest and said to those around him in a serious manner, "I knew the leaders wouldn't forget me that badly. Commander Qian remembers me."

Qian Jin chuckled and said, "I'm Deputy Commander Qian. The real commander-in-chief is here..."

He pointed to Han Zhaoxin, preparing to give a grand introduction to this second-in-command.

Han Zhaoxin pushed his arm back and laughed, "This is the battlefield where you fought. The villagers recognize you. So, show me around."

Qian Jin took him for a short walk around the farmland.

As the first place to drill a well and be able to supply water, the entire Donghe Commune was doing well.

The crops in Xiaochenzhuang are growing much better than in places like Xiamapo, with fields of corn and abundant peanuts.

Even more encouraging is that the crops that were replanted during the early stages of the drought have all survived.

The buckwheat is flowering!

Clusters of pink and white, tiny flowers, as delicate as stars, dot the fields, appearing from afar like a thin layer of pink snow.

very beautiful.

In addition, although the sorghum has not yet headed, its upright stems and broad leaves exude a sense of abundance and promise of a bountiful harvest.

The mung bean and millet seedlings grew rapidly, spreading lush green across the edges of fields and the previously abandoned slopes, filling the voids in the land.

"Commander Han! Commander Qian!" Excited shouts rang out from the north as a group of brigade cadres wearing blue liberation caps and with their trousers rolled up rushed over.

The cadres are reading newspapers.

Han Zhaoxin was always on the front page of newspapers, so even if grassroots cadres had never met him in person, they knew him.

Chen Yongkang, who had once dug a well with Qian Jin, was the first to run over and reached out his hand from a hundred meters away.

Han Zhaoxin shook hands with him, and the captain shook him vigorously, his face full of excitement: "Oh my, the magpie is calling overhead, the leader is coming!"

"Commander Han, what brings you here? Why didn't you tell us beforehand so our brigade could prepare?"

Han Zhaoxin laughed and said, "What are you preparing? I'm just taking a casual stroll and looking around; I'm not here to inspect the work."

The cadres behind them vied to shake hands.

They usually can't even meet the top two leaders in the county, but now they've run into the second-in-command of the city.

This experience is quite legendary in today's rural areas, and can be boasted about for a long time as a special experience.

Chen Yongkang was pushed aside, then shouted to those around him, "Comrades, come and see! Our leader Han has come to visit us..."

Immediately, all the commune members who were weeding, fertilizing after the rain, or hoeing weeds after the rain put down their farm tools and gathered around to join in the fun.

This time, it was Han Zhaoxin's turn to be surrounded.

The commune members eagerly reached out their hands to him, and Han Zhaoxin stretched both hands into the crowd and shouted, "Hello, comrades!"

"Greetings, leader!" the commune members shouted.

Everyone was happy that two rain showers had just arrived in quick succession.

Unlike when the summer harvest failed, their faces now show no sorrow or despair, only smiles.

"The leaders are here!"

"Look how well the corn is growing in our brigade! We'll definitely have enough grain for the harvest this year!"

"Thanks to the leaders! If it weren't for your direction in drilling wells and delivering water, our land would have been completely destroyed long ago!"

"Yes! Commander Han, Commander Qian, thank you, thank you leaders for not forgetting the old farmer!"

The expressions of gratitude were heartfelt and enthusiastic, coming from all sides.

Han Zhaoxin enjoyed this feeling of being a leader among the masses and nodded repeatedly.

He was especially drawn to elderly farmers in the crowd with gray hair and wrinkled faces, and he would reach out and take their hands.

The old farmer was very excited. He grasped Han Zhaoxin's hand and pointed to the corn in his field, saying, "Sir, take a look! How are my ears of corn? They're a bit small, but the grains are fully filled. Let me show you..."

He went up and broke off a not-yet-fully-ripe ear of corn, peeled back several layers of green husk, revealing the neatly arranged, plump, and glistening kernels inside:
"How about that? A lot of grains, right? If you ask me, the autumn harvest will be pretty good!"

As he spoke, he handed it to Han Zhaoxin.

Han Zhaoxin took the heavy corn cob and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

The accompanying junior leaders were also beaming, constantly shaking hands with the villagers who surrounded them, inquiring about the use of the wells and the effectiveness of the land conservation program.

Chen Yongkang pushed through the crowd and pulled Han Zhaoxin to go to the brigade headquarters for a chat, preferably to have a meal together, so they could brag about it until the New Year.

Han Zhaoxin didn't have time for that, so he walked around the field for a while before saying goodbye to the crowd and returning to his car.

The commune members stood on both sides waving vigorously, and many of the elderly people had red eyes.

This is a genuine feeling.

Despite the high rank of city leaders, they were approachable and stood with the locals. When the drought struck, they worked alongside the locals and helped them solve water problems. After the drought subsided, they personally went to the fields to check on the local harvest.

At this time, the leaders were still responding to the call of the leader, coming from the masses and going to the masses.

Therefore, the people truly loved and respected them.

Han Zhaoxin rolled down the car window and waved vigorously: "Go back, all of you go back. I'll come back during the autumn harvest and see how the farmers' harvest is this year..."

"The leader must come! He'll cook you some corn, it'll be delicious!" Chen Yongkang shouted urgently.

Han Zhaoxin smiled at him: "I will definitely come. Even if I can't come because of something, I will arrange for a cadre representative to come and harvest with you."

The jeep drove away.

The second-in-command said to his secretary, "Make a note of this itinerary for me. If I don't come, you will represent me."

Secretary: "Yes, sir."

The Jeep sped off to the next commune.

Han Zhaoxin was extremely satisfied with Qian Jin's work and immediately said, "Commander Qian, you are the commander-in-chief today. Come on, tell me where to go, and we'll go there."

Qian Jin quickly waved his hand: "President Han, what are you saying? You're pointing this out to me, how can I give orders in front of you? Isn't that like setting up a bookstall in front of Confucius or showing off my skills in front of Guan Yu?"

Han Zhaoxin said, "Don't be modest, kid. I made you the commander-in-chief so that we could see as many communes and production teams as possible today. We don't have that much time."

"With reform and opening up, we now bear heavy responsibilities and face a tight schedule. Too much time has been wasted this year due to the drought, and we cannot afford to let it continue!"

Having said that, Qian Jin didn't stand on ceremony and pointed out several communes to go to the countryside.

The locations he chose were all representative. He considered various scenarios, from areas with abundant water to those experiencing initial water shortages, then to areas with persistent water shortages, and finally to areas in the later stages.

We spent almost the entire day wandering around the farmland before finally driving back to the city government compound in the evening.

When Han Zhaoxin got off the bus, his trouser legs were covered in mud, and his two leather shoes were unrecognizable.

But he was in high spirits and told his secretary, "Prepare a meeting room. All members of the command center will work overtime to hold a meeting."

The other three working groups have returned; they were the last to arrive, so once they are there, the meeting can begin.

The large conference room was packed.

Unlike the previous meetings, this time there was no anxiety or tension. Everyone had a happy expression on their face, and their posture and demeanor exuded a sense of relaxation.

Han Zhaoxin stepped onto the podium, his voice louder and more powerful than ever before, a smile already on his face.

He first gave a brief account of what he had seen and heard during his visit to the countryside that day, and then asked the leaders of the other three work groups to come up and report on their work.

Finally, he returned to the podium, full of self-satisfaction, to speak:

"Comrades, I can now say with certainty that after half a year of hard work by the entire city, including the Party, government, military, and people, we have finally overcome this once-in-twenty-year severe drought!"

A round of applause erupted.

Han Zhaoxin smiled and nodded, his voice even louder: "I can confidently say, comrades, that we have now achieved a decisive victory in the drought relief work!"

"Go home tonight, everyone can have a drink without worry. You guys did a great job, we did a great job!"

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience and lasted for a long time.

When the applause subsided slightly, Han Zhaoxin smiled and said, "This victory was hard-won; it embodies the hard work, sweat, and even tears of countless comrades!"

"It proves the strength of our organization's organizational and mobilization capabilities! It proves the superiority of our socialist system, and it proves that the people's view of history as true heroes is absolutely correct..."

Continue clapping.

He then gave a detailed summary of the achievements and experiences in the drought relief work, and highly praised the selfless dedication of cadres at all levels, technical personnel, officers and soldiers of the People's Liberation Army, workers, farmers, and all those involved in the drought relief struggle.

Of course, special praise was also given to commanders like Qian Jin who went deep into the front lines and performed outstandingly:
"...Although the drought has eased, the task of post-disaster recovery remains arduous!"

"Drinking water safety issues in some areas still require continued attention, and the shortcomings in farmland irrigation infrastructure have been fully exposed. We cannot afford to relax our efforts in the slightest!"

"However!" he changed the subject, "the drought relief command, as an extraordinary institution during an extraordinary period, has basically completed its historical mission."

"In my capacity as commander-in-chief, I have decided that, effective immediately, the level of the Haibin City Drought Relief Command Center will be downgraded from Special Level to Level Two!"

There was another burst of warm applause.

This time it's much more sincere.

because--

"After the command center is downgraded, the follow-up work related to drought relief will continue to be carried out by the Municipal Agricultural Commission, Water Resources Bureau, Civil Affairs Bureau and other departments according to their original functions, to ensure that there is no major epidemic after the disaster, to ensure that the recovery of production after the disaster is carried out in an orderly manner, and to ensure that the lives of the affected people are properly resettled!"

"Dear comrades present, except for those in positions who need to remain to handle the aftermath, the rest of you..."

Han Zhaoxin surveyed the entire room and waved his hand emphatically:

"Starting tomorrow, return to your respective work units and continue to contribute to the construction and development of Haibin City! Contribute to the socialist construction and development since the reform and opening up!"

"Thank you all for your hard work during this time! Meeting adjourned!"

With the downgrading of the command center's rank in production and daily operations, all supporting departments except for the core departments were eliminated.

As a result, many cadres who had been temporarily transferred from various units and fought on the front line of drought relief for several months returned to their original posts, like rivers flowing into the sea.

Work is getting back on track.

At the same time, all the educated youth teams that went to the countryside to help farmers fight drought, volunteers from various government agencies and factories, and labor commando teams from various streets were recalled.

However, the funds will not be withdrawn all at once, but rather gradually and orderly, depending on how the drought situation in different rural areas has eased.

The Taishan Road Labor Commando Team was to be recalled in late September.

Autumn is high and fresh.

Early in the morning, a powerful voice began to blare from the loudspeakers on Taishan Road:

"Dear residents of Taishan Road, and family members and relatives of every member of the Taishan Road Labor Commando Team, today, we are filled with excitement to welcome our team back, to welcome our beloved Taishan Road Drought Relief and Agricultural Support Commando Team back in triumph..."

"This task force responded to the call of the city's drought relief command center, rushing from the city to the countryside, and played an important role in drought relief, seedling protection, water conservancy construction, and emergency replanting..."

Qian Jin heard the voice at home and asked in surprise, "When did our neighborhood committee get an announcer?"

Ma Hongxia listened carefully and was also puzzled: "Why does this voice sound like Zhang Honglei's broadcasting voice?"

Zhang Honglei is a radio announcer at Haibin City Radio Station. She is very well-known in the city and is responsible for broadcasting major news programs.

Ma Hongxia wasn't very good at speaking Mandarin, so she learned to speak Mandarin from radio announcers, which is why she was familiar with the intonations of several announcers in the city.

Qian Jin shook his head, indicating that he did not know.

He was off work today, so after finishing up the last bit of official business at the supply and marketing cooperative, he went downstairs to greet his brother.

He could only have brief contact with the commando team this time. His transfer order had already been issued, and he would be heading to the capital after National Day to participate in the establishment of the new department and receive a month of professional training.

The weather is nice today, but it's gloomy and overcast.

According to the weather forecast, another round of autumn rain is on the way.

Qian Jin estimated that once this autumn rain ended, it would be time to harvest the crops in the fields.

This year's autumn harvest in the rural areas of Haima City will certainly not be a bumper one, but it is much better than the pessimistic estimates made by the national and Haima City governments when the drought struck.

Upon entering the main road of Taishan Road, he saw that the small square in front of the neighborhood committee was already crowded with people.

A large red banner was hung high:
A warm welcome to the Taishan Road Labor Commando Team for their triumphant return after successfully completing their drought relief work!

The bright red characters shone brightly in the sunlight.

In the open space in front of the building, Wei Xiangmi was arranging a drum and gong formation made up of elderly men and women.

The drum and gong team gave it a try.

Qi Delong Dongqiang.

The older folks' rhythmic banging of the gongs and drums wasn't professional, but it was very energetic, creating a festive atmosphere.

Nearby residents and family members who rushed to the scene crowded the roadside. The children, who were on holiday, ran around everywhere, making it impossible for the tram to stop when it was about to enter the station. The conductor's bell could not be rung, so the tram had to stop halfway to let passengers off.

When Qian Jin arrived, Aunt Zhao, who was helping out at the neighborhood committee, hurriedly handed him a small red flag made of red paper.

Almost everyone who arrived had one of these small red flags in their hand.

Then some tall, young workers who were off duty were called over, and they formed pairs, holding up a banner with the following slogan:
"A warm welcome to the Taishan Road Labor Commando Team's triumphant return from their drought relief efforts!"

"Learn from the drought relief heroes! Salute to the drought relief heroes!"

Qian Jin chuckled: "Good heavens, is it really necessary to make such a big fuss? Those who know the inside story will know that we are welcoming members of the labor shock brigade, while those who don't probably think we are welcoming combat heroes from the Laoshan front."

Wei Xiangmi smiled and explained, "Today's welcome event is of special significance. The provincial government has even sent a newspaper to take photos for publication."

Qian Jin was taken aback: "Huh? There's such a thing? How come I didn't know?"

Wei Xiangmi said, "How could you not know? Didn't I call you about this?"

Qian Jin recalled carefully and realized that there seemed to be such a thing, but after the disaster, he returned to the supply and marketing cooperative to hand over his work and was very busy. He had limited energy and ignored a lot of the news.

Wei Xiangmi continued, "Today, the city radio station even seconded announcer Zhang Honglei to us. You can't not even recognize her voice, can you?"

Qian Jin suddenly understood.

It turns out that the enthusiastic broadcasting voice from this morning really was Zhang Honglei's.

They were chatting when someone shouted from the road to the east:

"They're back, they're back..."

The crowd flowed eastward in a rush.

Several freshly cleaned trucks slowly drove along Taishan Road.

The truck had just been decorated with a big red flower, and the truck bed was full of neatly lined-up assault team members.

These people, regardless of gender, were all tanned dark, but they were in high spirits and full of energy.

They were wearing green Type 65 military uniforms, and just by looking at them, they did indeed look like soldiers returning victorious from the front lines.

In particular, they carried patched canvas backpacks or bundles of luggage, and net bags filled with enamel basins and teacups, making them resemble soldiers going out to fight.

Of course, the most important epaulets and firearms were missing.

Of course, it would be abnormal to have these things.

As the truck slowly approached, the atmosphere at the scene gradually ignited.

"They're back! The children are back!" Several middle-aged women rushed onto the road, waving their arms excitedly and shouting.

The people around were shocked and quickly dragged them back.

The drums and gongs were beaten even louder.

Dong Dong Qiang, Dong Dong Qiang!
The shouts from the roadside were louder than the sounds of gongs and drums; countless people were calling out to their children at the top of their lungs.
"Erwa has gotten quite tanned! Well done, he's gotten stronger too!"

"Girl, oh my gosh, how did you get so thin? You must have had a tough time this time! Come home quickly, Mom will make you something delicious!"

"See that? My Shanhu is at the very front. Let me tell you, he's the squad leader of the assault team now—good, Shanhu, well done! You're all great!"

Greetings and praises rose and fell in waves.

The returning team members looked somewhat tired, but they must have known in advance that they would be featured in the newspapers, as they all kept their eyes straight ahead and their backs ramrod straight.

While clapping, Wei Xiangmi said to Qian Jin, "That's great! Comrade Leader is right. Educated youth should go to the countryside."

"Look at their rural life over the past two or three months, it has shed all their urban pampered airs and added a lot of the toughness that only laborers have..."

The trucks were parked in front of the neighborhood committee square, arranged in a very neat row.

Several cameras were snapping photos.

Qian Jin knew that this was probably the city government's way of returning the favor to him, or a reward for his many merits in the drought relief work.

The province and even the country will definitely publicize the decision made by Haibin City to mobilize young people to go back to the countryside to support agriculture. It is a very successful decision, and urban youths have indeed helped the countryside a lot.

Labor shock brigades are a type of unit found only in a few cities like Haibin City. This type of unit-based collective labor in the countryside is particularly effective, and propaganda work is naturally a key focus.

However, the fact that the Taishan Road Labor Commando Team was publicized and announced in such a grand manner must have been due to special instructions from high-ranking leaders.

The truck bed opened, and the team members, carrying simple luggage and various tools, jumped off and lined up again.

The camera kept clicking away.

Amidst the eager gazes of the neighbors and the deafening sound of gongs and drums, the team members beamed with pride.

"He's back! He's back!" A mother couldn't help but rush over to pull her child, who was dark-skinned and thin.

"Welcome home!" Wei Xiangmi shouted through a megaphone, equally excited.

As the team leader, Wang Dong formally went up to her and Qian Jin to give a report.

They brought them all back, without missing a single one.

Wei Xiangmi took out her prepared speech when someone suddenly squeezed in and whispered something in her ear.

She immediately looked shocked and stood on tiptoe to look to the side.

As Qian Jin was talking to Wang Dong, someone squeezed in next to him and said, "Deputy Commander Qian, General Han is here!"

Qian Jin immediately exclaimed, "Holy crap!"

Wang Dong grinned foolishly: "General Han? Which one—wait, Commander Han?"

He quickly asked Qian Jin, "Chief Qian, is Commander Han also here to welcome our triumphant return?"

"You really did make a triumphant return, you just did some farm work." Qian Jin teased him while looking around.

I don't see anyone!

He gave Wang Dong a push: "Hurry back and get the team together."

The reporters finished taking photos, and the group dispersed.

The team members hugged their families, shook hands and hugged, patted on the shoulder and greeted acquaintances who came to welcome them, and some were preparing to go home.

The lively welcoming scene was like a pot of dumplings boiling over, and then, outside the pot, a black Volga sedan quietly pulled up under the sycamore tree next to it.

The car stood out conspicuously in this residential area dominated by bicycles.

The car door opened, and Han Zhaoxin, dressed in a gray cadre uniform, got out of the car, accompanied as usual by his trusted secretary.

Qian Jin finally saw him and quickly squeezed his way out.

As a result, the crowd misunderstood his intentions and pushed him back: "Chief Qian, today is a great day for the assault team. How can you, as the chief commander, leave early?"

Qian Jin hurriedly shouted, "I didn't leave the table, Mr. Han is here! Look to the west, Mr. Han is here!"

"President Han? Which President Han?" Some less perceptive people asked in confusion.

But some sharp-eyed people at the edge of the crowd turned their heads and recognized the second-in-command, exclaiming in surprise, "Oh my, look! Am I seeing things? It's...it's our leader, Han Zhaoxin!"

The shouts spread quickly.

Starting from the outer edge of the crowd, residents turned their heads one after another, and then such exclamations rang out continuously.

The main character has changed now.

The crowd surged toward Han Zhaoxin.

Qian Jin seized the opportunity to rush over and protect the second-in-command; otherwise, the crowd could have overwhelmed him!

Han Zhaoxin laughed and clapped, then waved to everyone around him: "Hello, comrades!"

(End of this chapter)