Detective From the Future Chapter 683: Please call me the king anchor

Although Bao Xing failed to accept the award, as a member of the second squadron, he also got a ribbon of first-class merit.

Bao Xing is very fond of this ribbon. He raised his chest and took a square step. He walked around the compound of the Municipal Public Security Bureau twice for fear that others would not be able to see it.

Back to the office, Bao Xing still refused to take off the ribbon.

Wang Xiao glanced at him, "Comrade Xiaobao, it's almost enough, we have one in this office, and you can't show it here."

"Brother Wang, it's not a matter of showing off. It's a collective first-class merit. How many police officers can't get this kind of feat for a lifetime. This thing is honor." Bao Xing pointed to his ribbon. ,

"Why did we work hard to investigate the case? Isn't it this? This represents the recognition of our superiors and the people."

Wang Xiao smiled, "I don't see that you are quite enlightened at a young age."

Jiang Yang turned his head, "By the way, our second squadron got the first prize, and the horse team is also considered to be the limelight. At night, he doesn't have any arrangements?"

Li Qin took the stubbornly, "This question is a good question, or ask someone to go to the horse team office to'report' work."

Han Bin smiled and said, "No need to go. I asked the horse team when I came back. He said that we just got the first-class merit, the more we have to be at this time, the more low-key. Take this meal down first. He will treat him again."

Bao Xing said, "The horse team is also too careful. At this time, there is an atmosphere for a treat."

"Why don't you talk to the horse team again."

Bao Xing chuckled, "I'll leave it alone, let's go home and celebrate. Remember that meal for the Cavaliers."

Everyone smiled and didn't say anything. Not only did he think so, others also hope to share this good news with their family members, which is as meaningful as family celebrations.

This time the collective first-class awards are not only honors, but also generous bonuses and allowances, which save face.

Take Han Bin as an example. His father called just now and asked him if he would go home for dinner at night.

Wang Ting has returned to her parents' house, and Han Bin will naturally go home if she won’t have dinner tonight.

During this time, there is no important case at hand, and Han Bin is relatively punctual after work, and he will be home after 6 o'clock in the evening.

As soon as I walked in, I saw a fat figure, his uncle Wang Qingsheng.

Han Bin smiled and said, "Uncle, you haven't come some days, what are you busy with during this time?"

Wang Qingsheng is a bit thinner than before, but he looks more energetic, "It’s not that I didn’t come, but that you are less at home during this time. I heard your mother say, you have a girlfriend, when will you bring it back for us to see? Look."

"It's coming soon, let me mention it to her when I have time."

"That's right, you are not young anymore, your parents are still waiting for your grandson. You have to hurry up."

"Ahem..." Wang Huifang walked out of the kitchen and coughed, "You, don't just talk about him, hold on to yourself."

Wang Qingsheng didn't expect to burn his body, he smirked, "Let me go with the flow, let it go."

"Mom, what do you eat tonight?"

Wang Huifang responded, "Steaming bowls are all your favorites."

Han Weidong also walked out and wiped his hand on his apron, "Son, what about your award certificate, let us see."

Han Bin took out the medal, award certificate, and ribbon from the briefcase.

Han Weidong hurriedly took it over and took a look. "Tsk, not bad, first class collective work, second class personal work, this thing must be hung up."

Han Weidong walked into the living room and began to stroke behind the sofa.

Wang Qingsheng smiled and said, "Brother-in-law, this thing can't be hung. Come back and get a glass cabinet in the living room or study. That looks impressive."

"This is a good idea." Han Weidong nodded, and said to Wang Huifang on the side, "We have time to go to the furniture store someday."

Wang Huifang shook his head and laughed, "You're excited when you say this."

Han Weidong said sternly, "That is, it all represents honor. It is not easy to be a police officer. When you get older, there will be all that is left. These are all memories from when you were young."

"Binzi, I heard from your father that you are now the deputy squadron leader?"

"Yes, I just mentioned it two days ago."

Wang Qingsheng said with a thumbs up, "Okay, at the speed of your meritorious promotion, you should surpass your dad in two years. When your father and son meet, he will have to salute you."

Han Weidong smiled, "I hope he can surpass me, but the gap between this deputy and the principal is not small, he wants to go up, he has to work harder."

Han Bin said, "Don't worry, that day will not be too far away."

Wang Huifang glanced at the watch on the wall, "Time is up, get up and eat."

In a short while, eight steaming bowls were brought to the table. They were Mei Choi Pork, Tofu Pork, Sixi Meatballs, Shredded Seaweed, Steamed Lamb, Fish Bowl, Steamed Eggplant, and Vermicelli Scallop Meat.

As soon as the table was on the table, the aroma was fragrant, Han Bin swallowed, and it has been a long time since he took this bite.

Han Bin first sandwiched a tofu tong. The outside was fried tofu with meat filling inside. The texture was rich and the taste was excellent.

"Come on, today is a good day, let's have a few glasses." Han Weidong took out a bottle of old wine, which looked like it had been stored for a long time, and poured a glass for everyone.

"Come, come, touch one." Wang Qingsheng greeted.

Wang Huifang said, "Drink less, half and half."

Wang Qingsheng drank half a glass, put down the glass, bared his teeth, "Good wine, strong enough."

Wang Qingsheng took another piece of pork belly and put it in his mouth, with a look of enjoyment, "Beautiful, I haven't eaten pork belly for a long time."

Wang Huifang cared, "Qingsheng, are you still losing weight?"

"Yes, I don't eat much at night now. I have lost ten catties, but my base is too big to tell."

Han Weidong put down his chopsticks and said, "It's right to be thinner. Keep working hard. But if you don't eat at night, your stomach will break."

"I also eat, but I don’t eat staple foods, I only eat a small amount of low-calorie foods." Wang Qingsheng said this, and added a piece of fish. ."

Han Bin picked up the wine glass, "Uncle, I toast you a glass, I wish you more and more thinner ~ IndoMTL.com~ This is OK." Wang Qingsheng smiled and drank half of the wine.

Han Bin picked up the wine bottle and poured another glass of wine for Wang Qingsheng: "How is the business of your antique stall recently?"

Wang Qingsheng scratched his fat face with his hand, "It's not that good, this is a joke, many people are afraid, and the concept of consumption is different."

"In the past, many people began to learn from Europe and the United States. You don't manage your finances and you don't care about you. There are a lot of pre-consumption and a lot of investment in antiques."

"It doesn't work anymore." Wang Qingsheng rubbed his fingers, "What's more, it's not as good as money. Prosperity antiques, troubled times gold."

"There are also people on the antique street, but they watch a lot and buy less, and their income is plummeting. If I hadn't opened up a secondary industry, I would have thought of changing careers."

Han Bin took a sip of tea, "Uncle, what second industry have you opened up now?"

Wang Qingsheng smiled, and had a glass of wine with Han Weidong, half a glass of wine, and said happily, "High-tech industry."

Han Bin was a little surprised, "How come you, a stumbling antiques maker, have joined the high-tech industry, don't be fooled."

Wang Qingsheng said indifferently, "I look down on your uncle, am I? I have been in the society for so many years, so how easy is it to be deceived."

"Besides, our industry has no cost, no investment, pure profit."

"There is still this good thing." Han Bin felt increasingly unreliable.

"Don't believe me. Haven't heard such a sentence, heavy industry relies on real estate, light industry relies on stalls, high-tech watching live broadcasts, you old iron walk." Wang Qingsheng waved his hands and beat the rhythm.

Han Bin was surprised at first, but also a little dumbfounded, "Uncle, you are now also an anchor."

Wang Qingsheng nodded and started tiao software, "That is, I now have tens of thousands of fans, take a look."