Binjiang Police Affairs-Chapter 335 - 237 Buying People, Buying Ships_2

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Chapter 335: Chapter 237 Buying People, Buying Ships_2

Later, not only would he invite Lin Xiaohui to dinner, but also Lin Xiaohui’s fiancé, Han Xiangning. Fearing that his junior would lose face, he reminded him with a grin, "Your hair is a mess. Hurry up and wash it, and shave your beard as well."

Han Yu muttered, "We’re not going on a blind date, no need to make such a big fuss."

"If not for me, you might really end up going on a blind date with someone."

"Stop talking nonsense, is it fun to keep saying these things?"

"Alright, alright, I’ll stop. Hurry up and get ready."

...

Meanwhile, Jiang Xiaojun, who had just taken up his post as the instructor of the Bailong Port Police Station, was sitting in the command and dispatch room on the second floor of the Yanjiang Police Station’s dunship with Director Liu Xinmin, chatting with the police station chief Zhang Mingyuan over tea.

There weren’t many officers in the Yanjiang Police Station, including Han Yu, who was on a temporary assignment at the Water Police Station, there were only three officers.

Now that there were fewer passengers on the passenger ships, the number of officers at Bailong Port Police Station was also limited, four in total, including the chief and the instructor, and they were all veteran comrades.

As one of Xu Sanye’s few good friends, Jiang Xiaojun brought up Xu Sanye while chatting.

"He left so abruptly. He was only forty-eight, two years younger than me." fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"If he hadn’t left, he would still be the youngest police station chief in Linghai Police Bureau."

"How old is the current youngest chief?"

"Forty-nine."

Jiang Xiaojun looked up at a group photo taken during the inauguration ceremony of the Yanjiang Police Station’s dunship and asked gravely, "Director Zhang, how is Old Wei doing? Has he contacted you all?"

Zhang Mingdong lit a cigarette and sighed lightly, "He’s had little contact with us, but he’s been in touch with Salted Fish and Xu Mingyuan more. His daughter-in-law is pregnant and due in two months. He’ll have to help with the baby. Once there is a grandson or granddaughter, his mood should get better."

Jiang Xiaojun fell silent for a moment, then asked, "Did he mention whether he’s coming back for Lunar New Year?"

Zhang Mingdong shook his head, "He didn’t say, but it’s unlikely he will."

"It’s better if he doesn’t come back, so he won’t be reminded of the past and get upset."

"Yeah, there’s no need to come back. If there’s anything in his hometown, just call Salted Fish or Xu Mingyuan."

"How long is Salted Fish supposed to be on assignment with the Water Police Station?"

"It’s almost been a year." Zhang Mingyuan knocked the ash from his cigarette, with a sense of resignation, "When Salted Fish returns, Yanjiang Police Station will be dissolved, and I will go home to help take care of my grandson."

The Bailong Port Police Station and Yanjiang Police Station have been supporting each other for many years, almost like one big family.

Old Liu looked up and said, "Actually, there’s no need for a two-year assignment. If he can come back, let him come back earlier."

"Anyway, it’s all about the work. Wherever he works, it’s still work. Besides, no matter when Salted Fish returns, the future Water Police Captain will definitely be Salted Fish. The bureau wouldn’t assign anyone else."

"From a work perspective, Salted Fish should come back earlier."

"Director Liu, what do you mean by that?"

"We at Bailong Port can’t be all older men. Most people in the Water Police Station are young officers; they won’t even miss Salted Fish."

"That’s true, but such a big decision is not up to me."

Old Liu didn’t want to beat around the bush with an old neighbor. He turned to Jiang Xiaojun and said directly, "Director Zhang, when Director Xu was here, he always said that Salted Fish should take over his position. But his premature death now makes it difficult for Salted Fish to take on the role of chief in your bureau."

Zhang Mingdong was taken aback and said helplessly, "Not just difficult, but almost impossible."

"But Salted Fish could take over my position."

"Having Salted Fish take your position, Director Liu, you’re not joking with me, are you?"

"I’m not joking."

"But we’re not in the same system!"

"Salted Fish can be transferred over. Besides, he originally graduated from the Shipping School, he’s part of our Port and Navigation System. "

Salted Fish was not only a graduate of the Shipping School, but Binjiang Port Police Station had even arranged for his trip to East Sea to learn how to pilot large ships.

Salted Fish, if transferred to the Changhang Bureau, would truly feel almost like coming home.

Zhang Mingdong realized that his old neighbor was not joking and asked in amazement, "Is this Director Zhang’s intention?"

Before Old Liu could speak up, Jiang Xiaojun pointed to the photo on the wall, "It’s also Sanye’s intention. He called President Yu and Director Zhang before he passed away. They had already discussed it over the phone."

"But if Salted Fish is transferred to your division, what about the Dunship and 001?"

"Director Zhang is thinking of a solution; there will definitely be a way to handle it."

The Dunship and 001 were Xu Sanye’s lifeline.

As Xu Sanye’s comrade-in-arms, Zhang Mingyuan didn’t want to see the Dunship and 001 scrapped either and pressed further, "How will it be resolved?"

Jiang Xiaojun stubbed out his cigarette butt, confidently saying, "Every year, the passenger traffic and cargo throughput at Binjiang Port are so significant, and along the Yanjiang, there are so many oil depots and chemical warehouses, but there’s not a single professional firefighting rescue boat for the entire Binjiang area."

"And then?"

"Director Zhang is constantly reporting to the Port Authority and even to the city government to see if it’s possible to apply for funding to set up a professional firefighting rescue force."

"Will the Port Authority and the city provide the funds?"

"The Port Authority’s financial performance isn’t very good. The leaders of the Port Authority always complain to their superiors at every meeting, saying they really want to invest in and transform the port docks and berths, but funds are tight, and they still have to provide financial support to our division, adding to their burden. In fact, this is true."

Jiang Xiaojun paused, then continued, "In short, the Port Authority won’t allocate funds to us, but the water-based firefighting can’t always be just about management without professional forces. If nothing happens, of course that’s good, but once something does, not only the leaders of the Port Authority but even city officials will be held accountable. So, both the Port Authority and the city government will definitely consider it."

Zhang Mingdong asked, somewhat understandingly, "You mean your division will incorporate our Yanjiang Police Station?"

"Not incorporate, but to buy the Dunship and 001 from your Linghai Police Bureau."

"Buy?"

"Yes."

"Does your division have the money?"

"Our division definitely doesn’t have the money, but the city does. Even if the city’s finances are tight, it has to squeeze out some money. They can’t just want the port and disregard the port’s firefighting."

"Director Jiang, you mean to let the city pay to buy from our bureau?"

"The city would rather give the money to you guys than ours; after all, to the city, we are outsiders."

Zhang Mingyuan suddenly realized and couldn’t help but laugh, "As long as there’s money, our Police Bureau definitely won’t object. And the city must think that by solving the problem of water-based firefighting in the port area and even the entire Binjiang Waters, although they spend some money, it’s not like they’re giving it to us - the outsiders. It’s somewhat like transferring funds from the left pocket to the right pocket - the local government will see it as a good deal no matter how you calculate it."

Old Liu nodded with a smile, "The Port Supervision Bureau is also pushing this forward. During the typhoon, city officials came to check on the typhoon prevention work on the river, and Director Tang and Director Zhang both reported to city officials. Although the city officials didn’t agree outright, they seemed quite interested in the plan."

"So, you’re saying you plan to buy complete with ship and crew!"

"Salted Fish is a child of our port and navigation system; we won’t shortchange him."

"What about Xiao Yu?"

"Don’t worry, Sanye had considered this before his death, and Xiao Yu is someone we’ve watched grow up as well. It’s not realistic to help Xiao Yu rise up the ranks like before, but securing a staff position for him is not difficult."

"So, you want Salted Fish to come back sooner, waiting for the city to study and approve it, willing to pay to help you guys buy the Dunship and 001, and then transferring Salted Fish over to you guys?"

"Pretty much."

"Do our Director Yang and Commissioner Ding know about this?"

"City officials haven’t made a clear stance, and even if they did, it could still change; matters that aren’t set in stone, how could Director Zhang discuss with your bureau’s leaders?"

The Dunship and 001 need maintenance and repair, which will cost money, and a lot of it.

Compared to having Salted Fish struggle to maintain them in the future, selling the Dunship and 001 to the Changhang Bureau is undoubtedly an ideal solution that won’t affect the security on the river.

Zhang Mingyuan didn’t expect Xu Sanye to have planned so far ahead, to have arranged everything even on his deathbed.

But having worked at Yanjiang Police Station for so many years, going from an ordinary police officer to station chief, he had deep feelings for this soon-to-be-disbanded unit.

He was silent for a moment, looking up at the banners on the wall, mixed with emotions, he said, "Director Liu, Director Jiang, you’re not just buying personnel and ships, but also acquiring a unit with a history of achievements and a fine tradition."

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