Binjiang Police Affairs

Chapter 838 - 570: Messaging Strategy (2)

The Armed Forces Department of Binjiang Development Zone isn’t just an empty shell; it doesn’t even have a shell, just a nameplate.As for stationed troops, the development zone only has an Armed Police Fire Brigade.

Moreover, the development zone focuses on economic development, so since the establishment of the Management Committee, there’s never been a military meeting.

Now the development zone has a Reserve Camp, so a military meeting is required.

Though the camp is far in the Linghai Development Zone, it’s equivalent to stationed troops for Binjiang Development Zone. After all, 99.99% of Reserve Camps don’t have permanent quarters, so the location of the camp headquarters doesn’t really matter.

Old Qian quickly took out a notebook, laughed, and said, "Wen Jiang is the instructor of the Reserve Camp, and he needs to participate too."

"He probably won’t be the instructor for long."

"Why not?"

"A few days ago, I went to a meeting in the city and bumped into Director Chen. Director Chen said the Provincial Party Organization Department and the Police Department are assessing the work of this batch of selected candidates. He mentioned that Wen Jiang has been training in the toughest roles for several years, performed well, is very capable, and has achieved remarkable results. There’s a possibility he might be promoted to the Police Department."

"That’s great news!"

"What’s great about it? I have only one child, and if he’s promoted to the Police Department, he’ll be so far from home! It’ll be even harder to see him than it is now, leaving me and my wife feeling like lonely old folks."

When the child was young, we hoped he’d excel; now he’s grown and really has achieved something, but it turns out being successful isn’t entirely good.

Luo Hongxin sighs and says, "Besides, what’s so good about Jiangcheng? People aspire to move upward like water flows downward. Even Salted Fish would sell everything to buy a property in East Sea, planning to develop there in the future. But him, instead of heading to East Sea, wants to go to Jiangcheng. I don’t know what to say!"

Although Jiangcheng is the provincial capital, so what?

It’s not just people from Linghai and Dongqi who like East Sea. Binjiang people love East Sea too. Who’d go to Jiangcheng for no reason...

Old Qian can understand his superior’s feelings and advises, "Director Luo, Wen Jiang is a select graduate, a reserve candidate for party and government leadership positions, and the focus of superior’s training. If my son were half as successful as Wen Jiang, I’d wake up smiling in my sleep."

The son is quite successful, just not obedient.

I told him not to become a police officer, yet he insisted on joining the Police.

Luo Hongxin, at a loss for what to do with his son, waved his hand, "Let’s not talk about him. Let’s get down to business. First, we’ll have an annual military meeting. At the end of the year, we need to prepare some gifts and monetary donations to visit the Reserve Camp."

Old Qian nods, "Yes, yes, we need to make visits. After all, it’s our development zone’s own Reserve Camp."

...

Xiao Yu operated the excavator for most of the day and only realized after returning to the dormitory for a drink of water that the camp was featured in the "People’s Liberation Army Daily" and "China’s Civilian Militia."

He carefully examined the news report’s image and was surprised to find himself in the photo.

Made it to the newspaper, and in camouflage uniform with a Lieutenant rank at that!

Xiao Yu was overjoyed, thrilled to no end, and desperately wanted to share it, or more precisely, show off.

He called Yu Zhen, but before finishing his sentence, she said, "I’m busy," and hung up.

He phoned his parents far away in Hanwu; his father asked if he could draw two salaries since he was doing both Police and military officer work...

Once his mother figured out what was going on, she said it’d be better not to be an officer since there’s no extra salary. She thought being a police officer was more prestigious than being an officer.

They know nothing, only money, money, money!

Xiao Yu looked at the laughing Salted Fish and Liu Degui and felt quite depressed. So, he simply called home.

His grandpa is an old soldier who fought in the Korean War, so he would understand. He’d surely be happy knowing this, but after trying for a long time, the call wouldn’t go through. Grandpa was likely at the Bailong Port Shipyard playing chess with the old gatekeeper.

It would be too sad not to share this with someone today.

Xiao Yu decided to take it all the way and called Director Liu from the bureau.

Director Liu was in a meeting, and after saying "We’ll talk later," he hung up.

Seeing his anxious look, Han Yu couldn’t bear it and, suppressing laughter, suggested, "Why not call your police school leaders? They shouldn’t be as busy as Director Liu."

"Right, right, I nearly forgot."

Xiao Yu thought Salted Fish’s idea was excellent and immediately contacted the police school leadership. The call successfully went through.

"Principal Zhuo, it’s Xiao Yu, I’m doing well. How are you all? I have some good news to report. I’m now serving in the Reserve and was recently commissioned... as a Lieutenant, a Lieutenant Deputy Company Commander. I’ve also appeared in the ’People’s Liberation Army Daily.’ There’s a photo of me, though the school hasn’t subscribed to it. If not, then never mind..."

"Hahaha."

"Salted Fish, what’s so funny? We are a police school, not a military academy. Not subscribing to ’People’s Liberation Army Daily’ is normal!"

Just then Xiao Yu suddenly remembered someone. He quickly searched his phone and eagerly dialed a number.

As Han Yu saw him strutting about again, he curiously asked, "Who are you calling now?"

"You’ll see, it’s connected. Don’t speak."

Xiao Yu grinned broadly, clutched his phone, and said, "Hello, could you transfer me to the Sixth Battalion? I’m looking for Xu Haoran. I’m his younger brother and need to talk to him."

So it turns out he was looking for Xu Haoran.

Han Yu realized it, just about to remind him not to disturb Brother Haoran’s work unnecessarily, only to see him animatedly say, "Sixth Battalion? Is Deputy Camp Commander Xu there? Please call him over. My name is Liang, Liang Xiaoyu, and he’ll know who I am once you mention my name. I won’t hang up; I’ll wait."

After about two minutes, Han Yu vaguely heard Xu Haoran, on the other side, asking, "Xiao Yu, is that you?"

"Brother Haoran, it’s me!"

"What’s up, what suddenly made you think of calling me?"

"Does your camp subscribe to the ’People’s Liberation Army Daily’?"

"Yes, I have it right here."

"Do you have today’s issue?"

"Yes, I haven’t had a chance to see it yet."

"Quick, take a look, third page, lower right corner!"

"Alright, I’ll take a look first."

"Do you see it? Our camp made it to the ’People’s Liberation Army Daily,’ and I’m in the paper too, with my photo on it!"

The newspaper photo wasn’t very clear.

Xu Haoran rubbed his eyes, stared at it for a long time, and barely recognized himself in the photo.

After making several calls, spending several dozen on call bills, he finally found someone to show off to.

Xiao Yu was beyond happy and eagerly asked, "Do you see it now?"

So it’s the Reserve...

Xu Haoran quickly browsed the article next to the photo and laughed, "I see it, you’re really in the paper. Congratulations, congratulations, heartfelt congratulations!"

"Brother Haoran, Salted Fish hasn’t been to college or served in the army, and he’s already the Deputy Chief of Staff and Camp Commander! I haven’t served either and never formally went to school, yet I’m now a Lieutenant Deputy Company Commander, and I’m on the ’People’s Liberation Army Daily’!"

"Impressive, my father would be very happy if he knew how capable you two are."

"Of course, the Master would be happy. I was referring to you."

"What about me?"

"You’re a military academy graduate, having spent so many years in the army, yet you’re still a Captain now. Salted Fish has surpassed you. He’s a Major now, and I might be promoted to Captain in another two or three years. You need to catch up!"

"..."

Xu Haoran couldn’t laugh anymore, feeling embarrassed with both the Camp Commander and instructor curiously looking at him.

Xiao Yu unaware of Brother Haoran’s surroundings, asked excitedly, "Brother Haoran, how many soldiers are you leading now?"

"I’m the Deputy Camp Commander, I... let’s not talk about me, tell me about you. How many soldiers are you leading?"

"Although I’m the Deputy Company Commander, I can call the shots in my company, leading an entire company! Brother Haoran, we’re the Flood Control and Rescue Mobile Assault Battalion. Our camp previously earned an honorary title; we’re the Heroic Assault Battalion. Our company earned an honorary title too, we’re the Red Spearhead Second Company. Does your camp have any honorary titles?"

"..."

"If you don’t say anything, it means you don’t. You claim to be a field unit, yet you don’t even have an honorary title!"

Han Yu felt goosebumps all over, couldn’t bear listening any longer, and quickly left the office, secretly thinking Brother Haoran might be hesitant to answer Xiao Yu’s calls again in the future.

...

PS: Here’s Chapter Three, really exhausted today.

But today’s word count is not small, 4,500 words in the first two Chapters, and 4,000 words in this one. I’ve never worked this hard before. Don’t know if I can maintain it tomorrow. Considering how hard Old Zhuo works, please give some encouragement, brothers and sisters.