1963, July 26, Monday, sunny day.
At 7:40 in the morning, Du Weiguo had already eaten breakfast, tidied up, and was full of energy and ready.
Take off the military cap with the cap badge, take off the military uniform with the collar badge, military trousers, white shirt, leather shoes, watch, military shoulder water bottle, and wear an armed belt.
The standard image of a retired cadre.
Today is Du Weiguo's official shift report. Although he is already familiar with his colleagues in the security department, a basic sense of ritual is still necessary.
Most of Corey's colleagues are former military personnel, and the remaining few are successors. Most of the elders in the family are also military personnel.
Everyone has a natural affinity for soldiers.
At 7:50, Comrade Xiao Du rode to the south gate of the steel rolling mill. He first showed a very formal letter of introduction to Wang Xiao, the security officer on duty. Then he rode to the security office, parked the car, and went to Security Section 3 to find Chief Hao. check in.
The Security Department of the Steel Rolling Mill and the Armed Forces Department work together in an independent office building with three floors.
At 7:55, Xiao Du arrived at Section Chief Hao's door and knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Probably because of Jiang Dongfang's habit, Shengsheng changed the security office's working hours to 7:50.
Director Jiang enters the office on time at 7:55 every day, while others start work on time at 7:50.
You can't be later than the leader. This is called style. The general will lead the troops.
"Report, Du Weiguo, a veteran of a certain company of a certain division of a certain division of the Jinling Military Region, has come to report."
After Xiao Du entered the door, he stood at attention and gave a standard military salute.
"Xiao Du, give me the letter of introduction."
The boss of Section 3, Section Chief Hao, is named He Shanhe. He is 52 years old, much older than Jiang Dongfang. He is basically at the peak of his career as a full-time cadre.
If nothing happens to Comrade Lao Du, he will have to stay in bed for two more years. There is nothing we can do! A carrot and a pit, if the deputy director does not retire or be transferred, Lao Du will not be able to move up, and he will have to stay where he is.
Hao Shanhe is not tall, only 170 by visual inspection. He is neither fat nor thin, has an ordinary face, wears ordinary clothes, has no imposing manner, speaks kindly, and looks more like an ordinary workshop worker.
But Du Weiguo would never underestimate him. Before he changed his career to the steel rolling mill, Hao Shanhe was in the (political) engineering system and had a background in interrogation. You can make up your own mind about the interrogation during the war years.
In Du Weiguo's memory, before leaving, Comrade Du specifically told Hao Shanhe to be trustworthy, but not to have a close friendship.
Comrade Xiao Du was convinced that such people seemed to be able to see through their eyes, and they were indeed a bit afraid to have deep friendships.
Chief Hao took Xiao Du to the factory's personnel department and archives department to apply for a work permit.
Then I went to the factory logistics department and received a security uniform, a lunch box, a laptop, a thermos bottle and so on.
Then came the Finance Department, where I registered and bought a 10-yuan meal ticket.
Finally, he took Xiao Du back to the Equipment Section of the Security Department and registered to receive the gun.
Yes, you need to get a gun. In this era, all security department cadres are equipped with guns. They get their guns when they go to work during the day and hand them in after work at night. They do not need to hand them in after passing the application during the execution of the mission.
The brand new Type 54 pistol is black and shiny, with a cold light. There are 7 rounds of ammunition in the magazine and 5 rounds of ammunition in the holster.
After Comrade Xiao Du took the pistol, his body's instincts seemed to be activated. He was instantly excited and no longer calm.
His hands were like piercing flowers, and he was dazzled. He quickly disassembled the gun into parts, inspected them carefully, and even touched every bullet to make sure they were all good bullets. Then he quickly assembled the gun and fired it with a dry gun.
The voice was crisp and clear, and Xiao Du was very satisfied at this time.
The on-duty officer and section chief of the equipment department nodded their heads as they looked at it, they are experts.
Although there are two flower-mouthed pokers in the space, they cannot be taken out casually. After finding them, they checked and loaded them and they have been lying in the space.
All men like guns, not to mention that Du Weiguo remembers playing with them since he was a child. In the army, he wanted to sleep with his arms in his arms every day.
After finishing this, Section Chief Hao led Xiao Du to the duty room of Section 3. Xiao Du's desk and cabinets were already prepared.
There are only two desks in the office now. In addition to Xiao Du, the third section has one officer and no deputy section chief.
Next to the officer's duty room is the duty room and lounge of the third security department. During the day, you can change clothes and store things here, and take turns to rest during the night shift.
It's almost 10 o'clock when the whole set of things in the factory is finished.
"Xiao Du, this is your office and desk. You change your work clothes. Today, you will briefly familiarize yourself with the environment, and then say hello to Director Jiang. I will take you to the cafeteria for lunch at noon. In the afternoon, you can familiarize yourself with Wang Xiao. work process."
"Okay, thank you section chief, you are tired."
"Haha, don't be so polite."
The office is about 12 square meters, with two tables and chairs facing each other, a telephone, and two filing cabinets on one side and a personal locker on the other side.
There are currently only two people in the office, and the entire office seems a bit empty.
Another security officer, Wang Xiao, was also familiar to Du Weiguo. After all, they saw him every day.
22 years old, one year older than Xiao Du. After graduating from high school at the age of 19, he took over as a security guard. He worked for 3 years and was promoted to full-time last year. He is a 24th-level cadre.
He is a scholar-type young man, he is very bright, speaks and acts in a well-behaved manner, and is a very nice person.
There are 6 lockers, two floors up and down, and the space is quite large. Comrade Xiao Du randomly found a locker that looked relatively clean, and then changed his clothes.
The uniform of the security department of the steel rolling mill is neither a worker's uniform nor a police uniform, but a dark blue uniform.
The style is almost the same as the military police uniform, except that the color is dark blue, and the cadre uniform also has 4 pockets. This is completely a military uniform with a changed color.
But it looks really handsome in it. You must know that Xiao Du loves beauty. This is a bad habit brought by later generations. There is no such thing as beauty in his memory.
Xiao Du brought a white hurdle vest and a cowhide belt in his military bag today. He took off his military shirts, folded them and put them in his bag.
Putting on the security uniform, with a pistol on his belt, and the dark blue military police uniform with four pockets, Xiao Du felt more calm and energetic.
Xiao Du didn't expose the pistol, he pinned it on the right side of his waist, and then covered it with his clothes to suppress his anger and sharpness.
Wearing this dark long-sleeved uniform in summer is definitely a bit hot, but that's the way it is in this era. Don't you think the army is like this too?
Fortunately, Xiao Du's physique is far better than ordinary people, so there is basically no problem.
Change your clothes and pack your work ID, money, and invoices. The water bottle I brought was received at my desk along with the newly issued lunch box and notebook.
With two boxes of Dazhuang and two boxes of Zhonghua in his pocket, Comrade Xiao Du walked out of the office and went to the third floor.
The section chiefs and the equipment section are all on the second floor. Jiang Dongfang's office is on the third floor, and the office of the Armed Forces Department is also on the third floor.
After knocking on the door and entering, Jiang Dongfang was very satisfied when he saw Du Weiguo wearing a brand new uniform and looking heroic.
"Uncle Jiang, I forgot to bring my chopsticks today. Do you have any extra ones?"
Seeing Jiang Dongfang fanning himself with Xiao Du's sandalwood fan, Xiao Du asked, licking his face.
"You have nothing to talk about, right?"
Xiao Du sat across from Jiang Dongfang and saw half a pack of peonies on the table. He took out one and lit it for Jiang Dongfang first, and then took one himself.
"Uncle Jiang, I really forgot to bring my chopsticks. I won't be able to grab them with my hands for a while. If you ask Chief Hao about this, I can't open my mouth."
"Can you open your mouth with me?"
"You are my biological uncle, what should I be embarrassed about?"
"Anything else?"
"Uncle Jiang, my house is being renovated. It's not bad, but can you help me organize the green army cloth for our army? Curtains, sheets, quilts, pillows, I want to use army green cloth. I'm used to it. ”
"Okay, I'll touch you around."
Jiang Dongfang said as he took out a lunch box from his desk. There was an aluminum spoon in it and threw it to Xiao Du. You can eat with the spoon.
"Okay! Then I'll go down and go to the south gate to make smoke for the brothers."
"get out!"
Xiao Du stood up and pocketed most of the box of peonies. Jiang Dongfang stood up and roared: "Why don't you leave the cigarettes for me, only half of the box is left."
Xiao Du handed two boxes of Zhonghua to Jiang Dongfang, "Uncle, you are such a big leader, is half a box of cigarettes worth your shouting?"
After looking at the Zhonghua in his hand, Jiang Dongfang gave the eviction order with satisfaction:
"Get out of here! Leave me alone."
After Xiao Du left, Jiang Dongfang beautifully lit a Chinese stick and said to himself: "Well, it has to be a Chinese one, so it doesn't burn my throat."
