Binjiang Police Affairs-Chapter 1119 - 17: Xu Sanye’s Legacy (Part 2)

During the day, we were busy combating smuggling on the river and couldn't watch the live broadcast of the National Flood Control Summary and Commendation Conference.

Checking the river at night is too dangerous, and combating waterborne smuggling is different from flood relief, so there's no need for "two-shift rotations." The personnel involved in the battle are busy on the river all day and need to rest at night; otherwise, who can withstand it?

Han Xiangning watched the TV screen intently for a while and then turned around, "I've been watching for quite some time, but I didn't see Secretary Ye, Ge Diao, or Zhang Erxiao. Did any of you see them?"

"No, there are too many people attending the meeting, and they probably can't sit in the front row."

"Look quickly, the camera is panning downward."

The People's Hall is too large, and there are too many representatives from advanced collective units and anti-flood models attending the commemoration conference. Our eyes are nearly dazzled, yet we still can't spot Secretary Ye, Old Ge, Hao Qiusheng, Gu Pengfei, Zhang Erxiao, Yao Lirong, or Yang Jianbo.

As everyone was discussing, urgent footsteps were heard from outside.

Turning around, they saw Qiu Xuequan entering with a smile, holding a folder.

"Director Qiu, what brings you here so late?"

"Mayor Qian sent me over to deliver some photographs to you."

"What photographs?"

"Photos of Secretary Ye and Ge Diao at the People's Hall. Mayor Qian said they were taken at Ge Diao's request by the reporters covering the conference and were transmitted back using a negative facsimile. Both Binjiang Daily and Linghai Daily are waiting for these photos. As soon as they were developed, Mayor Qian asked me to bring them over so you could see them first."

"Let me take a look!"

"My goodness, two banners!"

"This one is the big group photo from Linghai; one, two, three, four, five, six, seven... Secretary Han, if you and Ma Jintao had gone, this big photo wouldn't have been seven people, but nine."

Han Yu took the photograph and found it was indeed a big group photo of Linghai City and the Linghai Reserve Camp at the People's Hall! 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Secretary Ye and Yang Jianbo are standing in the middle, each holding a National Flood Control Advanced Group banner, or more precisely, an honorary flag.

Old Ge, Yao Lirong, Hao Qiusheng, Gu Pengfei, and Zhang Erxiao stand on either side of Secretary Ye and Yang Jianbo, all with broad smiles.

Han Yu was thinking that this photo would definitely appear in tomorrow's Binjiang Daily and Linghai Daily when Han Xiangning held up a photo with a smile, "Salted Fish, this is the group photo of the Jiangnan Province flood model delegation. Uncle Ge and Secretary Ye are in the first row, just a few people away from Secretary Chen!"

Just as Han Yu was receiving the second photo, Captain Huang held up another photo with a laugh, "This should be the group photo of the Ministry of Transport delegation, there are only four people."

"This one is the Ministry of Water Resources, they have more people. Look, Master Yao is in the second row."

"Director Qiu, these are all provincial and ministerial-level group photos. Are there any from the Liberation Army delegation?"

"I specifically asked, President Hao, Instructor Yang, Director Gu, and President Zhang are all part of the Nanjing Military Region delegation. The Nanjing Military Region delegation took a big group photo, but the photos are with the superiors. Ge Diao and Instructor Yang haven't been able to get them yet. But don't worry, Minister Yang said the superiors will definitely give us the photos, it's just a matter of time."

Although Han Yu didn't go, he was equally happy to see these photos, and said while laughing, "Once the new barracks are completed, we can hang them on the wall of the honor room."

Qiu Xuequan agreed with a nod, sat down with a smile, "We'll have to think carefully about the arrangement then."

Han Xiangning is also a reserve officer and received two sets of uniforms this time, which she had ironed and hung neatly in her office. Anyone who visits her office can easily tell that she is both the Linghai Port Director and an officer in the reserve forces.

I can't wear them regularly, but I can at least hang them in my office, right?

In fact, it's not just her; all reserve officers with offices do the same. Particularly President Wu and President Qian, the "boss officers," it's safe to say they started this trend of displaying military uniforms and peaked caps in their offices as a showy spectacle.

Han Yu found it amusing when Xu Mingyuan, who was supposed to be collaborating with several frontier police stations along the coast to combat smuggling, came in.

"Senior Brother, what brings you here so late?"

"Director Zeng said Secretary Ye and Uncle Ge sent back many photos and told me to come back and take a look."

Xu Mingyuan had ridden over on a motorcycle; it was cold driving at night, so he wore several layers of clothing, taking off his coat as soon as he entered from the warmth.

Han Yu glanced at the gun tucked in his belt and asked in surprise, "Senior Brother, does your Customs Investigation Bureau carry guns?"

"Isn't it allowed?"

"How could Customs possibly issue guns!"

"Who said Customs can't issue guns?"

Xu Mingyuan countered with a question, smiling as he explained, "As early as 1989, the General Administration of Customs and the Ministry of Police promulgated regulations for Customs officers to use weapons and police equipment, authorizing the use of light firearms, electric batons, handcuffs, and other approved weapons and police equipment."

The Yanjiang Police Station started collaborating with Customs in 1988, and in 1989 I left for East Sea to operate a ship. Since the regulation was promulgated and implemented in 1989, it's understandable not to know these things.

Han Yu realized, curiously asking, "But Customs doesn't have investigative power, nor can you arrest people, so what good does a gun do you?"

"The superiors stipulated that during anti-smuggling operations, we can use guns. For example, if encountering armed smuggling by smuggling gangs where not shooting wouldn't be enough to subdue them, we can decide to shoot decisively. Or if encountering violent resistance from smugglers, seizing weapons or police equipment, or threatening the lives of our Customs officers, we can also shoot."

Xu Mingyuan smiled, adding, "However, we must first apply for a gun license from the Local Police before carrying it, and all weapons issued to Customs are for communal use and cannot be allocated for personal use."

Xiao Yu curiously asked, "Senior Brother, how many guns does Customs have in total?"

"Just this one."

Xu Mingyuan patted the pistol at his waist and smiled, "While there was always the provision to issue guns, having guns involves gun management, especially the safety of firearms and ammunition. Given the situation at Customs, as you know, most people are scholars, literati, and they found it troublesome and wanted to avoid incidents, so they never applied for one until I was transferred to Customs."

Han Yu laughed, looking at him, "How is that different from it being issued solely to you?"

"Right now, there's no difference. But once Haoran reports for duty, completes the administrative procedures, and starts working formally, I'll take him to the City Bureau for a gun license; then it won't be solely for my use."

Xu Mingyuan took a stack of photos from Qiu Xuequan's hand, thought for a moment, then smiled, "Director Zeng not only asked me to come back to see the photos, but also to join you in picking up Haoran and his family tomorrow. Uncle Ge and Master's wife aren't home, and it wouldn't be right to leave their return unwelcomed."

Xu Haoran isn't just a Deputy Battalion Level transferred military officer, but also the son of Xu Sanye!

With Xu Haoran transitioning and returning home, and Lin Xiaoqin transferring to Binjiang alongside him, this is a major event in the eyes of leaders like Director Yu, Zhang Junyan, Director Zhou of the Agricultural Bureau, Director Wang of the Water Police Station, Sister Zhu of the Port Supervision Bureau, and Deputy Director Zeng. Even the former Yanjiang Police Station Instructor, Li Weiguo, bedridden, called in the afternoon inquiring about the young couple's work arrangements.

Thinking of Xu Haoran and his wife on their way back, Han Yu said with a smile, "They don't need us to pick them up. Director Zhang called me during dinner, saying he'd personally go to Jiangcheng Railway Station tomorrow morning, then arrange a car to bring them back."

Xu Mingyuan asked, "Where will they be sent to?"

"To the Water Police Station, Director Wang and Director Zhou will personally take them to the military transfer office to report. Once they get the introduction letter, Haoran will be sent to Customs, and Sister-in-law Xiao Qin to the Binjiang Development Zone Education Bureau."

"What about us?"

"We don't have to worry about anything. Director Wang called and said that after our inspection tomorrow afternoon, we should head to the city for dinner to celebrate Haoran and Xiao Qin's return."

The living arrangements were already set, with accommodation in the Customs family area. A two-bedroom set just below Xu Mingyuan and Zhang Lan's apartment.

As fellow military transfer officials, not many enjoy such treatment. To outsiders, they might think Xu Haoran is the child of a high-ranking official.

Though Han Yu found this level of attention a bit exaggerated, thinking of his mentor's voice and appearance made him feel it was deserved.

The mentor contributed greatly to maintaining the security of Linghai and the river, yet until his passing, he remained a Standard Stock Level police station chief, with few honors. Nowadays, if you don't mention his name, people may forget he even existed. What harm is there in taking care of his children now?