"Excuse me, are you calling me?" Zhao Hanyun turned around and saw a dignified-looking middle-aged man running towards him with an unstable breath.
"Yes, I'm looking for you." The director wiped the sweat from his forehead. Fortunately, he made it in time. Otherwise, he would have missed the young lady, and it would have been difficult to fulfill the promise he made to his superiors.
"Oh?" Zhao Hanyun smiled silently, looking at the middle-aged man in front of him. Everyone's thoughts were clear without saying a word.
"Well, Miss Zhao, please condescend to move over." Forcing himself to calm down, the director said politely to the wise man in the car behind.
"Let's go." Zhao Hanyun retracted the strap of his bag and got into the back seat of the car without any courtesy. He sat there leisurely and comfortably. However, as the host, the director could not condescend to sit in the front.
"What should we do?" Basang asked Doji. "The director is leaving soon? How can they get back?"
"I beat him!"
"Do you have money?"
"No, when we get there, ask the brothers to cushion it."
“There don’t seem to be any cars in this place!”
"Why don't we run back?"
......
Here, Zhao Hanyun sat on the sofa in the Public Security Bureau director's office, watching the office owner busy pouring tea for him without saying a word. He was not the one asking others for favors, so he had to show some attitude.
"Miss Zhao, this is what I mean." Handing the tea to Zhao Hanyun, the director sat down and looked at her and said, "I know what you said yesterday. I just don't know if Miss Zhao has something to say about her identity this time?"
Zhao Hanyun secretly cursed the old fox in her heart. Although she had borrowed the name of her master to let him let Zhaxi go, didn't she also say that she would donate one million as a subsidy for them! If he really had nothing to do with her, why didn't he let her go back? Why bother saying this here? But her face didn't show a trace of emotion. She said with a smile: "This matter is actually not difficult. I can handle it myself, so I won't bother our police uncles."
"Oh?" The director was touched by Zhao Hanyun's soft response, but he didn't show any displeasure. He asked curiously, "Ms. Zhao, please tell me. If there is anything you need our help with, I will definitely help to the best of my ability."
"It's nothing, actually. I just want to set up a farm here." Zhao Hanyun didn't really have anything to say this morning. She had only planned to arrange for the money after meeting the Public Security Bureau Chief. But just now when she was strolling on the road, she suddenly had an idea. This is Tibet. The climate and temperature all depend on God's mood. If a base could be established here to train her men, it might be effective. Of course, the farm and the like are just appearances.
"What did you say?" The director felt that today was the happiest day of his life. The young owner of Yunyou Pavilion said he wanted to build a farm here. Wouldn't that mean...
"I said, I want to build a farm here." Zhao Hanyun continued word by word. Although her own farm is doing well now, Zhao Hanyun always hears Qian San muttering that the output is simply not enough. Now even her own dry pot restaurant has a limited supply and dare not use more. Now she, as the boss, can just think of it as helping her subordinates solve their problems.
"This, I need to ask for instructions." What Zhao Hanyun said made the police chief in front of him a little undecided. After all, this was not within his job scope, so it would be better to call his leader for advice.
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