Chapter 220: Shock! (Catching Bugs) At this time, in front of the gate of the agency compound...
Chapter 220 Shock! (bug hunting)
"Bang~"
The person on the bed groaned, glanced helplessly at the plump little feet hitting his chest, and moved them away quietly and resignedly.
A moment later, he was punched in the face again.
Yan Jiuru complained in his heart, this is not sleeping, it's simply practicing martial arts.
After tucking the two children back into the quilt, Yan Jiuru glanced at the wall clock. It was not yet ten o'clock in the evening.
He picked up the phone and dialed.
"Hello? Are you still awake?" The person calling on the cell phone so late at night must be the father of the child.
Yan Jiuru turned the phone around and complained with his head tilted, "Why are you sleeping? You don't know, these two little guys, one punches, the other kicks, I've been hit several times."
Chen Yinguang could already imagine the scene when he said that. She chuckled and said, "You must have slept in the middle."
"Of course I am telling them a bedtime story. It would be difficult if I don't tell them one at a time. Isn't that what you always do?"
"That's because you didn't observe carefully. Don't I always move them together when they fall asleep?"
Yan Jiuru thought about it and realized that it was true.
"What does it mean? What's the secret?" he asked curiously.
Chen Yin clicked her tongue twice and pointed out, "They are twins. They were together every day when they were in the womb. They are not used to sleeping apart at night. If you put them together, they won't kick or hit you when they find each other. At most, they will fight each other.
Anyway, I've been used to being beaten since I was in the womb, so it doesn't matter."
Makes sense!
But, isn’t this woman a bit sinister?
Just as I was about to say something, a foot hit my stomach.
Okay, Yan Jiuru no longer cared about whether they were black or not, and quickly got up and put the two little ones together.
Their mother is right, they should just fight each other.
The next day, Yan Jiuru announced, "Well, you two should continue to sleep with Grandpa and Grandma tonight. Daddy has to work overtime."
The two little ones stared at each other with wide eyes and said, "Oh, Dad, can I have some ice cream?"
Yan Jiuru knew that this was a negotiation of conditions.
"You can only eat one, and you can't eat tomorrow."
"That's fine."
The two little ones sat happily on the stool, dangling their little feet, completely unaware that their father disliked them.
***
Yan Jiuru didn’t sleep well last night, which made him think about one thing too many things.
It's not impossible to direct investment to the Northeast, but the problem is that the security situation there is very bad. The first thing foreign investors look at is security, so this is not acceptable.
On the one hand, a large number of laid-off workers are out of work, and public security is deteriorating. On the other hand, the worse the public security becomes, the less people dare to invest. This vicious cycle is really... difficult to deal with.
The problem is that as the Minister of Commerce, he has no control over the public security of other provinces and cities.
Generally speaking, this is the Ministry of Public Security's business; specifically, it is the responsibility of the local provincial and municipal party committees, governments and public security organs. It is not his turn to speak in any case.
Do not interfere in matters that are not your responsibility.
That's what I mean.
No matter what he says, you never know what others will think.
Yan Jiuru sat in the car without saying a word. The driver, Xiao Zhang, glanced at him a few times in the rearview mirror but didn't dare to say anything.
In the past we would chat for a while.
When he arrived at the office, Yan Jiuru went up the stairs quickly.
"Good morning, Minister!"
"morning!"
Along the way, he met several employees who had also arrived early. Yan Jiuru kept nodding in response until he saw Deputy Director Qian from the General Office.
"By the way, Lao Qian, please write a letter to the Ministry of Public Security after work. I need a summary of the public security situation in Northeast China over the past year, as well as a report on its impact on attracting foreign investment."
Deputy Director Qian quickly responded, "Okay, Minister. When will the report be given to you?"
As he asked the question, he was secretly thinking in his heart, Minister Yan is going to take action again.
Listen to "the impact of public security on attracting foreign investment". It doesn't take much thought to know that Minister Yan is dissatisfied with the fact that public security in the Northeast has not been vigorously improved. Projects are being promoted here, but there is no movement over there.
Tsk tsk, it really is... No wonder the country is shifting its focus, it really doesn't know what to do.
Yan Jiuru thought for a moment and said, "Give it to me before next Wednesday."
Deputy Director Qian looked at Minister Yan's receding back and flicked his fingers a few times: Today is the 7th, Thursday, and next Wednesday, there is also a Sunday. Oh my god, there are only five days left.
Deputy Director Qian was so worried that he pulled his hair, stomped his feet and ran away.
Even though the minister only said this, if it is actually implemented, it is okay for the Ministry of Commerce to say that working overtime is the norm, but it is not certain what the Ministry of Public Security will say.
After all, it is an official letter requesting cooperation, not an order.
Let alone five days, I can’t even say fifty days…
***
Secretariat of the General Office.
The morning was filled with the ringing of telephones, the sound of typing keyboards, and the creaking of printers.
"Well, Xiao Zhao, come here." Deputy Director Qian walked into the office and pointed at a young female comrade sitting by the window.
Xiao Zhao is a university graduate assigned here last year. He started working here during his internship and is quite proficient in basic business operations.
The other two college students looked at each other, shook their heads and sighed secretly.
Anyone who is assigned to the Secretariat of the General Office of the Ministry of Commerce must have some connections, but even connections are divided into different levels.
Although Xiao Zhao is not a relative of Deputy Director Qian, the two families are old friends and are not within the scope of relatives' avoidance, so it does not affect appropriate care.
For those of them who have been working for less than a year, having work to do is not a bad thing. On the contrary, they would rather do more work than sit on the bench and read old documents all day.
If you don't write articles, no matter how great your abilities are, they won't show.
Deputy Director Qian has already begun to explain the work: "Well, you write an official letter to the Ministry of Public Security..."
***
Yan Jiuru first convened a morning meeting for all staff above the director level, and conveyed the views of several prime ministers and vice prime ministers yesterday on the introduction of heavy equipment and machinery projects to the Northeast region, as well as the areas that needed their further improvement.
He then went on to talk about the idea of speeding up the pace and starting with some short, frequent, and fast-paced projects for everyone to discuss.
It is no longer customary for one person to have the final say. If he has any ideas, he can put them forward and then they will be discussed collectively by everyone.
Of course, as a minister, his words are still very effective.
When talking about how fast-moving consumer goods such as instant noodles and playing cards drive the development of other economies, everyone's eyes lit up and they expressed their deep agreement.
Next, each department will advance specific work based on his opinions, and he only needs to pay appropriate attention.
After the meeting, Secretary Xiao Zhang brought over the documents that needed to be signed.
***
Yan Jiuru flipped through them and quickly signed a few.
When he saw the business request letter, he paused.
He then wrote a few words on it, added another line of words, and specially marked it as "internal information, not to be disclosed outside" before handing it to Xiao Zhang.
"Have the General Office revise it before sending it for signature. Remember to send a copy to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the National Bureau of Statistics. Don't send a copy to the Department of Commerce for now."
As soon as I finished speaking, the phone on the table rang.
Yan Jiuru gestured to Xiao Zhang to take it first while he continued to sign the documents.
"Hello, Minister Yan's office."
"Yes, please wait a moment."
Xiao Zhang covered the microphone and whispered to Yan Jiuru, "Minister, there's an urgent call from Institute 107."
Yan Jiuru took the phone and said, "I'm Yan Jiuru!"
"What?! Old Wu is injured? How is the situation?" Yan Jiuru stood up suddenly, and his tone became unconsciously stern.
"You guys control the scene, I'll be there soon."
Yan Jiuru hung up the phone with a bang, quickly signed the documents at hand, and said to Xiao Zhang, "I'm going to Institute 107. Anything else can be postponed for now."
Xiao Zhang heard some of the content and knew that the matter was urgent, so he hurriedly said, "Don't worry, I understand."
Yan Jiuru didn't even bother to put on his coat. He picked up his cell phone and walked out. As he walked, he called the driver and asked him to wait at the door immediately.
Just as he reached the building entrance, he heard a 'squeak' of emergency brakes outside, and then someone called him: "Minister Yan, get in my car!"
It’s Captain Xiao of the Special Service Department.
"You follow behind." Yan Jiuru instructed the driver and hurried over in three or two steps. Captain Xiao had already opened the car door. As soon as he got in, he slammed it shut with a bang.
"Buzz—"
The driver stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.
Before Yan Jiuru could ask anything, Captain Xiao said, "I just received a call from above. They knew you were going there too, so they asked me to pick you up. Our car has a siren, which is more convenient than your Red Star."
Yan Jiuru didn't say anything, but his expression looked unhappy.
***
Director Wu is over eighty years old. Because there has been no suitable successor (originally they wanted Yan Jiuru to take over, but this guy was obsessed with power and wanted to climb up the ladder, so he couldn't find someone who could convince everyone to take over). Old Wu's health was well maintained by Yan Jiuru, and he didn't look old at all at the age of eighty, so he kept working while looking for candidates.
You have to know that Old Wu is the boss of the 107th Institute. Not to mention the various protective talismans given by Yan Jiuru, he also has many good things given to him by others. How could such a person be injured? And seriously injured?
Captain Xiao shook his head. "I was also informed suddenly, so I don't know the details. The person has been sent to the emergency room. Let's go to the scene first."
The Special Service's car drove towards Old Wu's home with its police lights flashing.
As a ministerial-level cadre, Old Wu lives in a military-controlled compound in the core area of Xicheng District, Yancheng. He has a guard with him, so his security is definitely not bad.
But despite such protection, Old Wu was seriously injured at home!
Yan Jiuru was exuding coldness all the way. Captain Xiao saw this and didn't say anything more. Besides, the field workers were not equipped with mobile phones now, so they didn't know the specific situation and there was nothing to say.
***
To get from the Ministry of Commerce to Lao Wu's home, one has to pass through the busy streets of Xicheng District. Normally, it takes about twenty minutes to drive. However, there are several sections of roads under construction in Xicheng District recently, so vehicles have to take a detour.
This detour will delay us for at least ten minutes.
Yan Jiuru was anxious. He knocked on the car door and said, "Stop here. I'll go over."
After saying that, he opened the car door and jumped out.
"Why--"
Captain Xiao stretched out his hand, but before he could say anything, he saw a figure whizzing across the broken road several meters wide and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"What should we do, Captain?" Seeing this, the driving team member didn't know whether to take a detour or not.
It would take more than ten minutes to go around it. If I don't go around it, I won't be as capable as them. It's also possible to jump over it, but it might not be easy to do.
Captain Xiao shook his head and said, "Forget it. You guys go around and I'll jump over too."
***
Yan Jiuru slapped a speed-up talisman on his leg, and the passerby only felt a gust of wind blowing past, and the person disappeared.
A few minutes later, Yan Jiuru arrived at the gate of the government compound.
At this time, a cordon had been set up in front of the gate of the agency compound, and two or three police Jetta sedans of the public security agency were parked there.
In addition to guards, there are also police officers and soldiers entering and exiting the gate.
Yan Jiuru's spiritual sense covered the area and he saw Director Qin and others from the 107th Institute who had arrived earlier in the compound.
"Hello, please show me your ID."
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