Era: Starting from the local police station

I heard that these people were temporary workers.

Jiang Zhenghua's heart skipped a beat: "Section Chief Cheng, does your factory have many temporary workers?"

Cheng Mingli glanced at him and said slowly, "It's not a lot. Our factory has a dedicated moving team. Unless there's a large-scale moving operation at once, the factory's moving team usually handles it. This time, we hired temporary workers because it was an urgent matter."

Qiao Fuping saw Jiang Zhenghua frowning and deep in thought.

He seemed to have thought of something, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked with a smile, "Your factory really has a lot of talented people. It's amazing that you can find so many strong and capable laborers at once. I ran into Deputy Director Lü of the textile factory the other day, and he was complaining to me that he couldn't find any strong men in the city to help him move heavy objects."

Cheng Mingli laughed and said, "This matter was handled by the personnel department. As far as I know, there are a few people there who specialize in recruiting temporary workers and have connections in the countryside. They can be brought in to help when needed. These temporary workers are also managed by them."

Qiao Fuping wanted to ask something more, but when he saw Jiang Zhenghua shake his head slightly at him, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

Cheng Mingli gestured for them to come in: "Comrades, let's go. It's really unbearably hot today. Let's go to my office and have some tea."

"Let's go, I really can't wait to try your Biluochun tea."

We walked through rows of red brick factory buildings.

On the way, we would occasionally encounter workers struggling to pull carts loaded with iron parts. Despite being drenched in sweat and looking thin under the scorching sun, they were all full of energy.

On the difficult uphill sections, they all chanted slogans together and pushed the car forward with all their might.

You can clearly feel the fiery passion in these people; the burning heart that emanates from their very bones is far hotter than the blazing sun.

In front of.

An elderly man with gray hair was pulling from the front, while two young men were pushing from behind.

The three of them, all dressed in blue factory uniforms, walked towards this side of the scorching hot cobblestone road.

A young man said, "Uncle Wang, you take a rest. Let me pull you for a bit. Don't tire you out."

Uncle Wang laughed heartily and said loudly, "Little Wu, I'm not tired. This is working for our own factory, how could I feel tired?"

Another young man said, "Uncle, I feel sore all over, my legs don't even feel like my own anymore. You're older than me, how can you not be tired?"

Uncle Wang sighed, "Little Hu, you're too young to understand. I used to help capitalists carry sacks, one after another, they were really heavy. I didn't dare to slack off because there were supervisors around. If I stopped even for a moment, I'd get a whipping at the very least, or even have my wages docked. That's what you call exhausting, mentally exhausting."

He wiped the sweat from his brow and continued, "But things are different now. We're not lowly laborers anymore, we're workers. We don't have to worry about having our wages docked anymore, because we're now the owners of the factory, working for our own family. I feel great, so I'm not tired."

He paused for a moment: "Of course, I dare not overwork myself. I must follow the instructions of the great man, contribute to the construction of the new country, protect the hard-won life, and never go back to the past. I am afraid, afraid of being reduced to a lowly laborer again, living that endless hard life."

His voice wasn't loud, yet it was deafening; his breath was weak, yet it was forceful; his manner wasn't refined, yet it was genuine and simple.

Jiang Zhenghua suddenly had a flash of insight.

Perhaps this is why later generations called this era the "Red Age".

Because the hearts of people in this era are turned towards the red sun; their blood is hot, burning like fire.

In that instant, Jiang Zhenghua felt the whole world brighten up, and his heart was racing.

He no longer seemed to be a mere spectator.

Zhang Chongguang looked on with admiration and said with a smile, "Section Chief Cheng, the workers in your factory have a really high level of awareness. We should learn more from them."

Cheng Mingli was also beaming with pride: "Instructor Zhang, you're too kind. We still have many shortcomings. Let's learn from each other and make progress together."

As they were talking, the group arrived in front of a bungalow.

Security personnel were frequently seen entering and leaving the office inside the bungalow, appearing quite busy.

Upon seeing the group, the security guard immediately stood to the side and respectfully greeted them, "Section Chief Cheng."

Jiang Zhenghua was somewhat alarmed.

Judging from the genuine expressions and looks in these people's eyes, it seems that this Section Chief Cheng is no ordinary person.

From the moment we met until now, he has been meticulous in his dealings with people and his abilities are also quite good; otherwise, these soldiers who have returned from military service and joined the security department would not be truly convinced.

As he passed an office, Cheng Mingli instructed a young security guard inside, "Xiao Zhao, take the bucket of Biluochun tea from my desk and make a few cups of tea for the conference room."

Xiao Zhao immediately responded respectfully.

The group entered a small conference room.

The room was clean and bright, with a red conference table and seven or eight red stools arranged neatly.

As expected of an era dominated by steel, this machine factory was truly extravagant.

Cheng Mingli warmly greeted them, "Please, everyone, have a seat."

After everyone was seated, he took out a pack of soft-pack Peony cigarettes from his pocket and first distributed them to Qiao Fuping and Zhang Chongguang.

When Jiang Zhenghua, who was sitting on the other side of Qiao Fuping, paused slightly.

Only then did Cheng Mingli take a serious look at this tall and upright young man.

Who is this young man?

Surprisingly, he was sitting to the left of Director Qiao Fuping. I've never heard of such a person in Taotiao Hutong.

Everyone lit cigarettes and puffed out smoke.

Xiao Zhao came in with a tea canister, walked to the table next to him, and started brewing tea.

After Xiao Zhao finished pouring the tea, he closed the door and left.

Cheng Mingli greeted everyone with a smile, "Gentlemen, please try this tea."

Qiao Fuping nodded, took a sip of tea, and said with a smile, "Good tea, good tea, fresh and sweet, leaving a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth."

He put down his teacup: "Section Chief Cheng, let me introduce you. This is our newly appointed deputy director, Comrade Jiang Zhenghua, who is in charge of public security."

He clearly saw the moment Cheng Mingli paused and pondered when he offered him the cigarette.

Jiang Zhenghua immediately stood up, shook hands firmly with Cheng Mingli who had extended his hand, and said with a smile, "Section Chief Cheng, hello, I hope you will take care of me in the future."

Cheng Mingli shook his hand in surprise and said with a smile, "Deputy Director Jiang, you're too kind. You're really young and promising. If you ever need our security department's cooperation in the future, please don't hesitate to ask. We'll do our best to cooperate. After all, we're all one family in the public security and security field."

Although the smile on his face remained unchanged, his heart tightened. The simultaneous visit of three leaders from Taotiao Hutong Police Station meant that something serious was going on.

After glancing at his face, Zhang Chongguang smiled and said, "Section Chief Cheng is absolutely right. Come to think of it, you really are family."

Cheng Mingli released Jiang Zhenghua's hand and looked at Zhang Chongguang with surprise: "Oh, what do you mean?"

Zhang Chongguang glanced at Jiang Zhenghua, who was also smiling, and said cheerfully, "Deputy Director Jiang's father is Master Jiang Shun, a fifth-level fitter in your factory. He can be considered a son of someone from your machinery factory."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhenghua felt a surge of joy.

Uncle Zhang is really good at getting along with people.

If I were to say it out loud, it would seem a bit deliberate, as if I were saying that I must take care of my father.

However, it's different when it comes from someone else's mouth.

Cheng Mingli's tense expression relaxed, and he said with a smile, "I know Master Jiang Shun. He's highly skilled and a pillar of our machinery factory. I just didn't expect that not only is he outstanding, but he's also trained such excellent talent."

Jiang Zhenghua said modestly, "Section Chief Cheng, you flatter me. I still have a lot to learn."

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, everyone quieted down.

Qiao Fuping took a sip of tea and said seriously, "Section Chief Cheng, we're old acquaintances, so I won't beat around the bush."

Cheng Mingli sat up straight: "Speak your mind."

Qiao Fuping glanced at Jiang Zhenghua.

The latter understood and said, "It's like this, Section Chief Cheng. We are investigating a murder case. During the process of screening suspects, we found two people whose movements were suspicious. They were pulling a cart past the scene and claimed to be delivering wild boars to the machinery factory. We came here to verify their claims."

Cheng Mingli was taken aback, then asked, "Do you know when it will be delivered?"

"They said it was yesterday."

Cheng Mingli nodded and said in a deep voice, "Please have a seat. I'll have someone invite Section Chief Qian from the Purchasing Department over, and at the same time, I'll send someone to check the gatekeeper's records."

"Thank you for your trouble, Section Chief Cheng."

Cheng Mingli stood up, waved his hand, and said, "Don't be so polite. Cooperating with the police is our duty."

After saying that, he strode out of the conference room.