Secretary An is destined to serve three emperors; he's not afraid, he has plenty of ways to handle things.
He folded the camouflage uniform and put it into his bag, then said to A Yuan, "Don't worry, young master, I'll sew your clothes on the way."
A Yuan was half-believing and half-doubting. He mumbled something for a while and then pulled out a small pistol from his waist. Secretary An understood immediately. There was also a small belt. The little guy remembered it clearly and had to wear it too. So he put the belt on as well.
Ah Yuan put his small pistol into his handbag, and then kept staring at Secretary An.
His father is a suspicious man, but this little guy is even harder to fool than his father.
Grandpa Er watched Ah Yuan leave. It was almost noon before he went out shopping. As for Chen Rou and the others, three adults and one child, they couldn't ride in their own car today. Instead, they had to wait for the car from the senior citizens' center to pick them up.
The young guard rushed to open the door of the old Hongqi car as soon as he got out.
Chen Ke meant that he would sit in the front passenger seat, while Chen Rou, A Yuan, and Secretary An would sit in the back.
But Chen Rou said, "You sit in the back, so be sure to hold the child tightly."
There is no concept of child safety seats in mainland China now, let alone in this old car, which is not equipped with a child seat, so A Yuan has to be held by his grandfather.
People often say that character determines destiny, and while it's not 100% accurate, it's quite true.
The young guard who came to pick them up did the same job that Chen Ke had done before. Although he performed his job well, he was a very introverted person. He wasn't good at talking and wasn't very quick-witted. Later, he went to the battlefield.
But the young police officer driving today was particularly lively. When he opened the car door, he smiled and said to Ah Yuan, "Welcome to the capital, little friend from Hong Kong."
Once in the car, he continued to explain to Chen Rou, who was sitting in the passenger seat, which street they were on, what places were along the street, when the express lane they were on was built, and where it led.
Just then, they saw a black car with white lettering ignore the red light and speed across. Chen Rou pointed at it and said, "It ran a red light."
The guard smiled and said, "That's a diplomatic vehicle. It must be in an emergency. But it's okay, it has diplomatic immunity. It can get away with running a red light."
Seeing that Chen Rou was staring at the car and then took out her phone to check the time, he assumed she was checking the time and said, "If we're in a hurry, we can run a red light, but with a baby in the car, let's prioritize safety. The old commander specifically instructed me not to rush, to wait patiently at red lights, and to be late rather than drive fast."
As long as you own a car, accidents are inevitable.
In Detroit, the birthplace of the automobile, the death rate of adult men also skyrocketed during the automobile boom of the 1960s, and without exception, all deaths were caused by car accidents. The same is true in the current capital city.
After giving birth, Chen Rou grew her hair to shoulder length. She didn't style it; it just fell naturally. Underneath, she wore a suit jacket in the same color as A Yuan's shirt, and on top, a beige wool coat. She only wore small earrings and a ring, a small handbag, and a watch of an unknown brand, but it was certainly very expensive. Her entire outfit could be summed up in four words: dazzling with jewels.
She smiled at the young guard: "Okay."
The young guard was certain he wasn't distracted, and since it was a wide, six-lane road, he was driving straight and shouldn't have encountered any accidents. But a Santana in the opposite direction floored the gas pedal, traveling at least 80 km/h, suddenly made a U-turn, and crashed into him.
His judgment was that the Santana was about to make an illegal U-turn and would continue turning after crossing the line, so he only corrected his car to the middle lane. But at the same time, someone grabbed the steering wheel and turned it all the way to the right as he was straightening the steering wheel.
She was a guest from Hong Kong, the jewel-encrusted Mrs. Nie.
She turned the steering wheel completely out of self-defense. The guard naturally wanted to straighten it, but she was shouting, "Step on the gas! Step on the gas!"
She gripped the steering wheel tightly, preventing him from turning it back. In the rearview mirror, he saw that the Santana wasn't making a U-turn, but was heading straight for him. However, thanks to the Hong Kong woman's intervention, the Hongqi perfectly dodged the obstacle.
But this was in the city, and there were many cars on the road. A horn honked from the right; it was a bus. They were about to crash into it. The Hong Kong woman quickly swerved to her feet, but there was another traffic light ahead, and two other cars were waiting at the light.
Just as the guard suffocated to death with his foot, the bus stopped beside him.
In those days, guards were armed when on duty. Although Chen Ke did not carry a gun, he was wearing a uniform.
The two opened the car doors one after the other, and saw the Santana parked behind them.
The driver knelt down as soon as he got out of the car, raising his hands high: "I'm sorry, sir, I... I broke the brakes!"
He was truly blind. Even the guard was speechless: "Comrade, making a U-turn on a double yellow line is against the rules."
He then pointed to his license plate: "Open your eyes and see where this car is from."
Chen Ke also felt something was wrong: "This is a brand new 1995 model, just rolled off the production line, how could the brakes fail?"
Traffic police from the intersection had already arrived. Although no car was hit, they said it was because the brakes were broken, but an accident almost happened. The driver would naturally be taken to the traffic police station. But the bodyguard who was picking up the person got into the car, and he stopped smiling and became tongue-tied. He was picking up an important guest, and the leader had specifically instructed that nothing should happen. In the end, they almost got into a car accident.
If the female passenger hadn't steered the car, it would have been rear-ended, and the child would have been injured.
The guard said to the traffic police officer, "Comrade, this is not a simple traffic accident. We need to call the police."
Chen Ke also looked at the traffic police and handed them a handwritten business card: "I'm from the special police team. This is my phone number, and this is our deputy captain's. Tell the police in your jurisdiction to start the investigation immediately and report the results to me this afternoon."
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