Rebirth of Minister Qi

Chapter 155 Chen Guangwei Visits

"Okay, take me back to the family building of the Public Security Bureau, and you can go back by yourself. It's not your day to go to work today, and I just came here on a whim."

After Qi Tongwei arrived at the family building, he let Yu Xiaoming go home by himself and opened the door of his room.

For more than a year, Qi Tongwei has been living in the staff housing building of the Public Security Bureau. There are several houses here that are specially reserved for leaders at the level of Party Committee members. If people are transferred away, they will naturally be returned. However, there are quite a lot of houses, and several of them are also occupied by retired cadres and their families.

Qi Tongwei had just entered the room and put down his luggage when someone knocked on the door. When he opened the door, he saw that it was Deputy Director Chen Guangwei who came with some food.

"Lao Chen, what's going on? How did you know I was back?"

Chen Guangwei placed several bags of vegetables on the table and answered with a smile.

"Chief, please excuse me. I'm a criminal investigator. I ran into Xiao Yu this morning when he was driving. He told me so.

Come and try the dishes my wife made. These are all seafood. I don’t know if you are used to them. We don’t eat dumplings very often during the Chinese New Year here, but seafood and mutton are indispensable.”

It is a fact that eating dumplings during the Spring Festival is not popular in most southern cities. This has its own historical reasons. Here I will only talk about the history of Dong'ou.

Dong'ou City is located in a remote area, and transportation was inconvenient in ancient times. Most of the residents were large families who migrated from Lin'an or neighboring Yuedong during the Southern and Northern Song Dynasties.

In fact, in ancient times only large families could make such migrations, which resulted in the local villages all having the same surname. This is not an exaggeration, but they truly have the same ancestor.

The Song Dynasty was a time of relative abundance of materials, and these big families all had their own aristocratic problems. For example, they did not like eating pork, thinking it was the food of the inferior people, and they preferred to eat mutton. But after migrating here, there were naturally not so many sheep. Only the northern plains could raise sheep on a large scale, and a small number of goats could not satisfy their appetites. So they began to adapt to local conditions and eat seafood, which was convenient in Dong'ou.

Therefore, at various banquets in Dong'ou City, there must be a variety of seafood, plus some mutton, to show that one is living a good life, that is, for face.

Pork is basically included in home-cooked dishes. Even if the first generation of a large family is rich, it is impossible for every generation to be rich. The production of mutton is small. Although seafood is easy to catch, it is not filling and does not have the feeling of fullness given by meat fiber. Most ordinary people still eat pork at home, but they must switch to mutton during festivals. In their own words, pork is a stewed meat and is not worthy of being served in a formal occasion.

In Qi Tongwei's opinion, this situation is actually very similar to the impoverished nobles in the capital during the Qing Dynasty, who were poor but very particular. However, it was precisely this poverty and particularity that brought a different color to the traditional culture of various places.

"Hey, this mutton is from the grassland. The taste is different from the local goat meat."

Chen Guangwei immediately smiled.

"The director is indeed well-informed. This was brought to me by an old comrade from the grassland. He drove a car to transport the live sheep here."

"Oh my, this is precious, it took a lot of effort.

This taste is really good.

In fact, now that our country's road network is well established, businesses like this, where materials are transported from all over the country, will surely flourish."

Qi Tongwei took two more bites of Buddha's hand (a kind of shellfish), feeling its rich and fresh aroma.

"By the way, Lao Chen, there is something I have always been curious about.

Your name is similar to our mayor Chen Guangwei, there should be no connection."

"Hahahaha, Chief, you are joking.

The mayor is from a city next to Lin'an, and I'm from Dong'ou City. We're not from the same region, so how can we be related?

The fact is, our surname Chen is a big surname in Jiangdong Province. Most of the people migrated here from Zhongyuan Province and have the same generation name. The mayor and I are of the same generation, but our relationship could only have been possible at least hundreds of years ago.

Like the current county magistrate of Yongqing County, Chen Xin, he is also from the Guang generation. He and I are related and we are from the same clan.

The mayor is out of reach, as his branch dispersed to other places hundreds of years ago."

Qi Tongwei nodded and poured a small glass of Moutai for Chen Guangwei. He had a lot of this stuff at home. He could only give one bottle to each subordinate, but he gave dozens of bottles a year.

Anyway, when the time is right, Qi Tongwei would distribute the extra cigarettes and alcohol sent by his subordinates to the police officers in the bureau as year-end or Mid-Autumn Festival gifts, and everyone was used to it.

"You are 43 years old this year, right? How many years have you been a police officer?"

Chen Guangwei finished the Moutai in the small cup in one gulp, grinning as if he was enjoying it.

“It’s been almost 25 years. I started working when I was a teenager. My first director was Political Commissar Huang.

Times are changing too fast.”

Qi Tongwei almost vomited the wine he drank. They all started working in their teens, and their length of service was longer than the other. They didn't look old.

"As for the criminal investigation, you don't have to keep an eye on them one by one. I heard from them that you are still the same as before when you were the team leader.

I personally participate in the surveillance of every case and go on visits and investigations myself.

Don't say anything first. At your age, you are still like those young people, stalking all night and running several kilometers to catch people.

This is no longer advisable. From a work perspective, you might even become a burden to them.

Now you have to make better use of your experience, guide new criminal investigation talents, bring out apprentices, observe the overall situation when doing things, and correct their mistakes.

Don't do everything yourself and lead everything by example. Although you are a good role model, it is difficult for you to be a good leader.

I hope you can focus more on management and decision-making, and always hold the reins of these rabbits tightly, instead of running away with the reins in your mouth."

Chen Guangwei seemed touched and nodded. Qi Tongwei had been observing him over the past year and found that he was the Party Committee member who least acted like a leader.

Although he is the deputy director, he regards himself as the deputy captain of the criminal investigation brigade in the past and takes care of everything himself.

“Changing the way you work can sometimes make your work more efficient.”

To Chen Guangwei, Qi Tongwei's words were actually a bit harsh, because they seemed to imply that he should give the power of the Criminal Investigation Brigade to Li Bo, who was transferred from the provincial department by Qi Tongwei. Now Li Bo was more like Chen Guangwei's apprentice, and the two cooperated very well. However, when it came to power, Chen Guangwei really didn't want to give it up.

It's not that he is clinging to his post. He has been a criminal investigation policeman for a long time and has become accustomed to this lifestyle. Being a bossy leader like other deputy directors would make him feel at a loss. However, it is extremely stupid to refute the leader, his immediate superior, in person. So Chen Guangwei just lowered his head and did not answer.