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Wang Zhiguo arrived at the "Good Again" Tea House as scheduled. Qiu Sixi had been waiting in the private room and quickly stood up to extend a handshake as soon as Wang Zhiguo entered. Leading him to a seat, she said, "Director Wang, please have a seat. I was supposed to report to your office, but it was really inconvenient..."
The waiter came in with a fruit platter and snacks, slightly bowing to Qiu Sixi. "Everything you requested is ready! If you need anything else, just call for me!"
Seeing Qiu Sixi nod, the waiter smiled at Wang Zhiguo before leaving. As he exited, he closed the door of the private room carefully as instructed by his boss and stood outside to ensure they were not disturbed.
Qiu Sixi first placed the teapot into the tea wash, lifted the lid, and poured in freshly boiled water. After covering the pot again, she rinsed the pot with hot water. Then, using tea tongs, she picked up a teacup and placed it above the tea wash, pouring hot water into it for sterilization.
Once rinsed, she used a tea spoon to scoop a pinch of tea leaves into the teapot, pouring in water at an appropriate temperature. After a moment, she discarded the tea infusion and continued to pour boiling water into the teapot before covering it to steep.
As Qiu Sixi gracefully handled the tea utensils, she glanced at Wang Zhiguo and asked, "Director Wang, I heard you served in the military years ago?"
Wang Zhiguo looked at Qiu Sixi's actions with interest, seemingly lost in thought. "Yes, I was a soldier in '80, stationed in the south where we fought against insurgents. I still have a bullet fragment the size of a peanut embedded in my left calf. Those battles were tough..."
Qiu Sixi slowly poured tea into Wang Zhiguo's cup and casually mentioned, "When I was studying at the Provincial Police Academy, one of my teachers also fought in the south against insurgents. The year I graduated, he was transferred to the Provincial Criminal Investigation Department..."
Wang Zhiguo's eyes lit up. "Are you talking about Old Jin? Isn’t he the second-in-command at the Provincial Criminal Investigation Department? Jin Daya... his full name is Jin Zhenghe; he’s from Northeast China and is of Korean descent..."
Qiu Sixi was equally surprised. "That's Teacher Jin! You know him too? What a coincidence!"
Wang Zhiguo took a sip of his Longjing tea. "Not just know him; that guy was in my platoon back then and was my squad leader. We even carried out missions together! He saved my life; without him, I wouldn’t have made it back!
There was one time our squad was tasked with deep reconnaissance behind enemy lines. While advancing, we ran straight into an enemy unit—an entire platoon that knew the terrain well. After some gunfire, we were forced to retreat while firing back; two comrades were left behind forever! I got hit by stray bullets in my calf and fell behind. With enemy chatter getting closer, I hid behind some bushes and pulled out the pin from my grenade, ready to take them down with me...
When Old Jin counted our numbers and realized I was missing along with our fallen comrades, he ordered his deputy to lead everyone else back while he came back for me. He found me and dragged me into a thicket, then ran off in another direction to draw their fire away from me...
After escaping from enemy pursuit, he got hit in his left arm as well. The scar on his forehead is from that battle too. Despite being injured multiple times himself, he came back to carry me on his back. From evening until late at night, we crawled through the mountains for nearly seven hours before finally reaching our camp!"
"By the way, what is your relationship with Old Jin?"
Qiu Sixi refilled Wang Zhiguo's cup, seemingly still immersed in Wang Zhiguo's story. "Director Wang, to be honest, my family was incredibly poor when I was in school. Both my parents were ill, and our whole family relied on three acres of land to get by. They worked tirelessly to send me to college, but eventually, they just couldn't afford it anymore..."
Qiu Sixi pulled out a tissue to wipe his eyes, pausing for a moment before continuing.
"In this life, besides my parents, I am most grateful to two people. One is my uncle, the father of the Tea House owner; he funded my last two years of police academy tuition.
The other is Teacher Jin. At that time, he was our class advisor. Seeing me, a tall guy at one seventy-eight, looking weak and frail, he found out about my difficulties from my classmates. His salary wasn't much either, but he took me home to let Madam Teacher improve my diet and even gave me ten bucks every month!"
At this point, Qiu Sixi's serious expression softened slightly. "I used to go to his house for meals every day, and over time, it felt like family... My spouse’s father is Teacher Jin's younger uncle... Teacher Jin not only introduced us but also officiated our wedding..."
The conversation flowed much more smoothly after that.
As they enjoyed their tea, Qiu Sixi handed a brown paper bag to Wang Zhiguo with both hands. "Director Wang, this is a report I received. I don't know what to do with it and need your guidance!"
Wang Zhiguo took it and pulled out several densely written pages along with more than ten color photographs, a cassette tape, and a portable player.
He first looked through the written materials, then flipped through the stack of photos before inserting the tape into the player. "Qiu Sixi, you can't handle this little matter? Does this director even want to keep his job?"
Both men recognized the voice.
Next came Qiu Sixi's hesitant reply: " Director Zhang, it's Lingyun who forcibly assaulted a girl and almost stabbed her with a bayonet..."
Zhang Shusen's voice turned icy: "But my son was injured! His eye was swollen for a week!"
Qiu Sixi lowered his voice to ask: "Then, Director Zhang, I...?"
"Those two little brats should be detained first. Give them a good beating; I need to teach them a lesson. In Annan, not everyone can be provoked!"
Zhang Shusen's voice was chilling, and his words were sharp, each one seeming to be squeezed out through clenched teeth.
"By the way, there's that Bayonet; it's Lingyun's toy. Get it back for me!"
...
Wang Zhiguo raised his eyebrows, the veins on his forehead twitching.
Setting aside the fact that he was a police officer, a Law Enforcer, even an ordinary person shouldn't act so recklessly and trample on the dignity of the law! If this were on the battlefield, such a person would be taken out by a sniper.
If what he had collected so far could be considered grenades, then the items in his hands now were like heavy bombs. Not only could he take down street thugs, but he could also easily handle a department head.
The tape clicked to a stop, and the sound ceased.
As if just waking from deep thought, Wang Zhiguo pointed at the photo on the table and asked Qiu Sixi across from him, "Where did you get these things?"
Qiu Sixi replied, "They were provided by one of the parties involved in this material; he just graduated from Middle School."
Wang Zhiguo pondered thoughtfully.
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