Zhou Yunzhen's guess was right. At this time, Dong Jinshan, the director of the inspection office of the labor reform detachment, was restless and anxious like an ant on a hot pot. He sent the director of the inspection office, Ma Xiaole, to drive a three-wheeled motorcycle to the park to look for him. .
But there has been no reply from Ma Xiaole, and there has been no news, and the mud cow has disappeared into the sea.
Something is definitely wrong.
Because he and Ma Xiaole had an agreement before setting off, once they found Zhou Yunzhen, they would borrow a phone from a nearby public phone booth to call him and report to him, and then use a motorcycle to take Zhou Yunzhen to the police training base to report.
But he hasn't received a call from Ma Xiaole yet.
What's worse is that the phone rang, and Dong Jinshan intuitively told him that this should be a call from political commissar Mu Shanchuan to the office.
Dong Jinshan, director of the Supervision Office, was in a panic. He was at a loss for a moment. He reached for the phone and hesitated. Should he answer the phone?
If he didn't answer, political commissar Mu Shanchuan might think that he was not in the office, and he might be able to escape a scolding. But if he could escape the first grade of junior high school, could he escape the fifteenth grade?
If the political commissar finds out the truth, it won't be settled with a scolding, or severe punishment may follow.
Besides, now that I have entered the office, many people in the office building have witnessed it. The political commissar likes to stand in the office corridor on the second floor and observe people working to see who is late. Does he not know? Can you really hide it from political commissar Mu Shanchuan?
If he knew he was out, would the political commissar still call? It is possible that the political commissar knew he was in the office.
Dong Jinshan weighed quickly in his heart. If he accepted the offer, the problem would be small; if he didn't, the problem would be big.
Thinking of this, Director of the Supervision Office Dong Jinshan restrained his inner panic and could only pick up the receiver in panic, "It's me, political commissar."
"I didn't say a word, how did you know that I was the political commissar?" the other party asked. The voice was indeed that of the political commissar Mu Shanchuan, but his question was strange.
"Me?" Director of the Supervision Office Dong Jinshan panicked. He didn't know what the political commissar meant by saying this, so he blurted out, "This is the phone number of your office."
"My office phone number? Director Dong Da, please look carefully. Where is the phone number?" came the mocking tone of political commissar Mu Shanchuan.
Dong Jinshan, director of the Supervision Office, was stunned. He dialed the caller ID and was shocked. How could this be the phone number of the Political Commissar's Office? This was obviously the number of the Political Department.
Dong Jinshan blushed and stammered: "Political Commissar, are you in the Political Department? If there is anything, the deputy director of the Political Department should report to your office. How could you condescend to visit a subordinate agency?"
"Isn't this condescending and condescending?"
"Really? Then why should the general's company serve as soldiers? According to you, it shouldn't be?"
"Then there is still a trend of investigation and research at the top. According to you, the leader does not need to go down, he can just listen to the report in the office, and then give orders?"
Political Commissar Mu Shanchuan burst into laughter and ridiculed him, while Director of the Supervision Office Dong Jinshan choked and was dumbfounded.
Dong Jinshan felt that he was a little embarrassed. He was really self-defeating, asking for trouble and bringing the blame on himself.
Political Commissar Mu Shanchuan changed the topic on the phone, "Do you know why I called you?"
"I know, no, I don't know." Dong Jinshan replied awkwardly.
"Do you know or don't know? You are so hesitant in speaking. Why are you so vague?"
"What does the director of the Supervision Office do? If you don't do things vigorously and resolutely, why don't you just be decisive?" Political Commissar Mu Shanchuan was obviously angry.
Dong Jinshan, director of the Supervision Office, suddenly felt cold all over.
"Yes!" Dong Jinshan, director of the Supervision Office, stood up straight from his seat in an instant, his whole body tensed, and he answered at attention.
"I haven't asked a specific question yet, why are you so nervous?" Political Commissar Mu Shanchuan also sensed something different here from the microphone.
Dong Jinshan was a little embarrassed. He wiped the sweat from his face with a handkerchief and hurriedly replied, "Political commissar, I, I, am not nervous."
"As long as you are not nervous, it means you have no evil intentions and no guilty conscience." The political commissar's words seemed to penetrate Dong Jinshan's heart.
The political commissar was speaking sarcastically. He was obviously sarcastic. Dong Jinshan was like falling into an ice cellar. Will he be okay in the future?
"How is he now?"
"Political Commissar, please explain clearly. Who is he you are talking about?"
"Asking knowingly."
Director of the Supervision Office Dong Jinshan was a little embarrassed, "Political Commissar, are you asking about Zhou Yunzhen?"
"If not him, who else?"
"He is now out of confinement."
"Don't I know this? Do you dare to disobey orders? Is this what I'm asking?" Political Commissar Mu Shanchuan spoke aggressively.
"Which one is it?" Dong Jinshan, director of the Supervision Office, tried his best to hide his guilt and force himself to be calm.
"Did you forget what I told you yesterday? Did you throw it into Java?"
"How dare you? The political commissar's instructions are golden rules. I have always regarded them as my standards. How could I forget them?" Dong Jinshan, director of the Supervision Office, bowed his head and said humbly.
"Political Commissar, are you asking where Zhou Yunzhen is now? In the midst of your busy schedule and with so many things to do, you still pay attention to the problem of an ordinary police officer. This has taught us a lot and is an example for us to learn from."
"Our inspection office must enhance its awareness of serving the people, no, it is to enhance its awareness of serving the grassroots, solve problems for young police officers, care about their demands, listen to their voices, and improve their work style."
"In the future, our supervision office can no longer show people a rigid and cold face and keep them at arm's length. Instead, we must carry out legal and discipline education in various forms and through multiple channels, in order to popularize the law invisibly and educate in a fun way in a way that young police officers like to hear and see."
"It's quite well said. He rambles on and on, one thing after another, trembling with fear. He just talks a thousand words and goes off topic thousands of miles away." Political Commissar Mu Shanchuan sneered.
"You also gave me a big education class? Don't change the topic or the target. Let's be honest, where is Zhou Yunzhen now?"
Director of the Supervision Office Dong Jinshan knew that this problem could not be circumvented, so he could only mutter, "Report to the political commissar, follow your instructions, no, orders, we have sent Zhou Yunzhen to the police training base to receive rigorous training."
"Really?" Political Commissar Mu Shanchuan asked.
"Yes."
"Is this true?"
Dong Jinshan, director of the Supervision Office, was heartbroken. Now he was riding a tiger and it was hard to get off. It was nothing more than a pawn crossing the river. He had no way to retreat, so he risked his life and told lies to the end.
He immediately replied, "That's true. I guarantee with my personality that Zhou Yunzhen has been sent to the police training base to receive rigorous training."
The political commissar snorted as an answer.
"What other important instructions does the political commissar have?" Dong Jinshan, director of the Supervision Office, felt relieved, as if he had been granted amnesty.
"Do you think I called you in vain? It's not enough to send him to the police training base. The police training base must also give him 'extra food'."
"Extra meal?" Dong Jin, director of the Supervision Office, suddenly heard a loud buzz on his head.
