Zhou Yunzhen opened the lunch box and took a look at the food. It was not bad. Fried pork with pickled beans, which immediately whetted his appetite.
He was indeed empty in his stomach. He devoured everything like a wind and a cloud.
Dong Jinshan returned to the office building and went to the cadre canteen to get a meal. He returned to his office and ate it slowly.
Logically, he would open the folding cot and take a nap at noon, or go to a nearby home to take a nap.
But lying on the foldable simple bed, he couldn't sleep well. All he could think about was how to report to political commissar Mu Shanchuan and overcome the current difficulty.
Dong Jinshan was as uneasy as if he were carrying fifteen buckets to fetch water - he was up and down, the political commissar was not that easy to fool, his eyes were like a falcon, very sharp, as if he could see through a person's internal organs.
In front of him, criminals were as scared as a mouse before a cat, trembling with fear and not daring to look directly at him.
The cadres of the detachment also regarded the political commissar as a god and were in awe.
Originally, as the director of the Supervision Office, Dong Jinshan's immediate boss should be the secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission, but after the secretary of the Youth Commission was transferred to the provincial bureau last year, this position has been vacant.
In the absence of the Secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission, the deputy political commissar should be in charge, but there are still differences between the systems of the labor reform team and the army.
The deputy political commissar of the labor reform detachment is actually in charge of reforming criminals, and also assists the political commissar in managing cadres, except for supervision.
In this way, the political commissar who was originally separated by the deputy department level became Dong Jinshan's immediate boss.
It is not easy to deal with the political commissar. Political commissar Mu Shanchuan rarely smiles and keeps a straight face all day long, very serious.
You must go all out to do what political commissar Mu Shanchuan arranges, and no mistakes are allowed.
If you do a good job without praise, he thinks it is your responsibility. Once there is a loophole, you will have no choice but to walk around and scolding is commonplace.
Even punishment will follow, and there is no hope of promotion.
He could have served as deputy secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission, but because of something that made the political commissar unhappy, he would rather leave the deputy secretary's position hanging than appoint himself.
At this time, the office door was pushed open, and a tall man flashed in.
Dong Jinshan jumped up from the bed like a carp.
He felt irritated because he had forgotten to lock the door in his office just now. It would be too impolite for anyone to rush in without knocking.
You take yourself too seriously.
"Are you polite enough to know that others are taking a lunch break? Do you know how to knock on the door?"
The visitor was silent.
Dong Jinshan looked up angrily, his face suddenly turned pale, and his expression became stiff for a moment. He stammered and said incoherently: "Political Commissar, you, you, come to this humble abode and make the flowers shine."
Then Dong Jinshan felt that the wording was inappropriate and corrected him immediately, "No, no, political commissar, you, come to my office, it is really full of glory here."
"Don't say nice things, weren't you furious just now? Why are you so arrogant now?"
Dong Jinshan felt extremely regretful, "Political Commissar, you sir have a lot of money, Haihan. I, I didn't know you were here, I thought you were some young daredevil."
"You can have an attitude towards a young person? Have you never been young? Have you never been rash? What kind of big deal is it to enter without knocking? Can't you remind me? Is it worth making a big fuss about?"
"Can't you touch the tiger's butt?"
Too bad, Dong Jinshan sighed inwardly, the political commissar was so powerful that he had just spoken rudely to him without knowing it, and now he was classified as a different person in the political commissar's mind.
Once a bad impression is left in the mind of the political commissar, will it be good in the future?
"How is the situation?" Political Commissar Mu Shanchuan asked.
The political commissar's confused questions left Monk Dong Jinshan confused. He didn't know what the political commissar was referring to?
I have a lot of work to do now, and the day before yesterday I organized various brigades to carry out anti-corruption warning education. Could it be that the political commissar is asking about the effectiveness of the education?
But this is a routine matter. As the head of a labor reform detachment, the political commissar would personally come over to ask about such matters?
impossible!
But Dong Jinshan didn't dare to ask, and he was so anxious that sweat broke out on his head.
Seeing Dong Jinshan's embarrassed look, political commissar Mu Shanchuan's face sank, "Didn't you understand what I said? Are you still speculating?"
"Political commissar, I, I don't know how to read people's words. Please give me specific instructions."
"I'm asking how Zhou Yunzhen is doing now. Has the confinement been implemented?"
Dong Jinshan was shocked. The political commissar came here because of him? What's going on? He should be waiting in the office to listen to my report. Why did he come to me in such a condescending manner?
This level of emphasis is too unusual, right?
If you are not careful with your answers, you may get into trouble, right?
Why did the political commissar come?
Do you want me to punish Zhou Yunzhen severely, or do you want me to treat him leniently? It's all a mystery, both are possible.
Dong Jinshan's brain teasers were not tolerated, and political commissar Mu Shanchuan's question had to be answered, "Reporting to the political commissar, everything is being done according to your order, and the confinement has been implemented."
Dong Jinshan's idea is that if I act according to your political commissar's orders, I will never make mistakes. Blaming me also means that you are going back on your word and denying yourself.
Sure enough, political commissar Mu Shanchuan didn't say anything after hearing this.
Political Commissar Mu Shanchuan did not ask about the place of confinement that might reveal his flaws. This was the key issue.
Although I have thought up all kinds of excuses for this problem, it is actually a lie, and it is not easy to lie.
After a little analysis, all the reasons are untenable.
For example, a suitable detention place cannot be found, the solitary room of the Criminal Strict Control Team is not suitable, etc. It seems to be the same thing at first, and it can also confuse people.
But upon closer inspection, it is untenable.
Is it really impossible to find a miscellaneous room in the family area to be used as a confinement room? Even so, is there no other way? The armed police squadron is stationed near the office building.
Will military violations be dealt with? Will there be no confinement room in the armed police squadron?
If you want to get to the bottom of it, apart from being sweaty, can you really deal with things with eloquence and eloquence?
Even if his face does not change, his heart does not beat, and he tells lies as the truth, will someone like Political Commissar Mu Shanchuan, who has seen big storms, believe it?
It would be strange not to capsize!
It seems that political commissar Mu Shanchuan only cares about the results and not the process.
Dong Jinshan felt relieved and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly political commissar Mu Shanchuan suddenly asked: "What about the living conditions?"
Dong Jinshan was stunned again by these suspicious words without any trace, and he didn't know how to answer the words of political commissar Mu Shanchuan.
He could not guess the true intention of political commissar Mu Shanchuan.
But he had no choice but to answer, so Dong Jinshan had no choice but to cross the river by feeling the stones and wait until the next step. He gritted his teeth and said, "Live at a low standard."
This can verify the true intention of political commissar Mu Shanchuan when he said this.
