I make a living solving crimes.

In the private room, guests were toasting each other, chatting and laughing, and the atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant.

The steel rolling mill tried its best to deal with Wen Dao and his group.

Braised pork, sweet and sour spareribs, and grilled hairtail are all considered very hard dishes nowadays.

The most amazing thing is that there is also a clear soup bird's nest dish today, which uses bird's nest soaked in warm water, boiled in a clear soup made from chicken, pork elbow, scallops, ham and other ingredients, and finally sprinkled with shredded ham.

This is a representative of Tan’s cuisine.

He even took two boxes of liquor, one box of Moutai and the other box of Fenjiu.

Drink whatever you like.

Chang Wei and the people from the Dragon Group did not sit at the main table. The six of them plus three officers sat at the secondary table accompanied by the office director. Without the presence of their leaders, they enjoyed their meal more happily.

He Yuzhu put down the chicken soup casserole in his hand, and in no hurry to leave, he walked to Chang Wei and said with a smile: "Chang Wei, you are so impressive now that you can even eat in the same room with our secretary and factory director."

Chang Wei had no choice but to stand up, glanced at the casserole, and approached him and teased, "Brother Zhuzi, is this old hen only half dead?"

He Yuzhu was a little flustered for a moment, and he forced a smile and said in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense. How could it be only half a piece?"

Ji Xiaowang, who was sitting next to Chang Wei, gently used chopsticks to stir in the casserole, picked up a piece of chicken and put it in the bowl.

It’s really not just a whole chicken.

Although the chicken was chopped into small pieces and could not be seen at first glance, there were no chicken thighs in the casserole.

However, chefs have their own skills in stealing vegetables, and it is difficult to tell at first glance.

Unless you put the bones together to put the skeleton together after eating.

While they were chatting and laughing, the office director who was accompanying them was already feeling turbulent waves in his heart.

The young policeman that He Yuzhu just called is called Chang Wei, right?

He did not dare to ask, and quietly stepped back from the table and walked to the secretary at the main desk, whispering something into his ear.

The secretary's pupils shrank slightly, and he tilted his head to the side of Wen Dao, "Comrade Wen, the public security comrade standing at the table over there, is his name Chang Wei?"

Wen Dao looked away, smiled and nodded, "Yes, it's Chang Wei."

"Is that Chang Wei?"

"How many Chang Wei are there in the capital?"

The secretary slapped his thigh and pretended to complain: "Comrade Wen, why didn't you tell us earlier? Look, aren't we being remiss?"

Wen Dao smiled and said nothing.

No introduction was Chang Wei's own request.

He didn't want to get involved too much with the leaders of the steel mill. If it weren't for the instructions from the old leader and Wen Dao's enthusiastic invitation, he would not have been willing to come.

This guy is very cunning. After knowing that the steel rolling mill is related to the military project, he has been hiding.

The secretary calmed himself down and thought about how to remedy the situation.

Ya Zi was narrow-minded and arranged him to sit at the side table. Who knows if this young man would think that the steel rolling mill looked down on him!

It is better to offend a gentleman than a villain.

It's not a good thing to be remembered by him.

But this would be too much emphasis and seem too deliberate.

The office director heard clearly from behind the two of them, and smiled softly, "Secretary, the comrades from the army and the public security have eaten something now, which can be regarded as a base. Didn't you always ask me to remind you to go over and toast?"

The secretary's eyes sparkled, "Yes, yes, yes, we should go over and toast."

The office director's finger gently stroked the secretary's back. The secretary thought for a moment, smiled and pulled Wen up, saying, "Come on, Lieutenant Colonel Wen, let's go and toast to our comrades."

This is good. By bringing Wen Dao along, I can make friends with Chang Wei without making Wen Dao feel uncomfortable.

The two walked in front, and the office director behind them quickly opened a bottle of wine and followed.

"Come on, comrades, you have worked hard today. On behalf of the steel rolling mill, I would like to offer a toast to you all."

The secretary took two casual steps and came to a position not too far from Chang Wei.

Everyone was very considerate and stood up, picking up their glasses regardless of whether they wanted to drink or not.

The office director patted He Yuzhu's shoulder gently, pushed him aside, and took a step back to make room next to Chang Wei.

The secretary walked in naturally, "Comrade Chang Wei, welcome to our factory to guide our work. I have been wanting to have a good chat with you for a long time. Lieutenant Colonel Wen has been hiding you, fearing that we old men would bully you. I will have a few drinks with Lieutenant Colonel Wen later."

Chang Wei and Wen Dao looked at each other, with a helpless smile on their lips, "Secretary, you are too polite. Brother Wen is also concerned about me and is afraid that I will say something wrong when I am young. It is our turn to toast you. Please forgive us."

"It's good to be young. Young people are full of energy." The secretary clinked his glasses with Chang Wei, signaled to everyone, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. He turned his head to look at He Yuzhu who was still standing stupidly in the corner, and smiled, "Comrade Chang Wei, do you know He Yuzhu?"

"Well, we live in the same courtyard, and Brother Zhuzi and my family visit each other often, so we are quite familiar with each other." No matter how much Chang Wei disliked He Yuzhu when they returned to the courtyard, this would give him enough face.

"Okay, then we are all acquaintances. He Yuzhu, let's have a drink together."

The office director quickly poured more wine for everyone and said with a smile: "Comrade Chang Wei, please forgive me for any inadequacy in the hospitality. I am an office director with limited abilities and I didn't recognize you before. It was only when the secretary reminded me that I knew you were here to guide the work today."

Chang Wei thanked him repeatedly.

Everyone raised their glasses again.

Holding the wine glass in his hand, He Yuzhu drank it all in one gulp.

He had been working in the private kitchen for four or five years, and this was his first time drinking in a private room, and it was the secretary who took the initiative to toast him.

Even that idiot Xu Damao could occasionally get in and have a meal because he often showed pornographic movies to the factory leaders.

But as a cook, he is busy every day and no leader has ever invited him to have a drink.

Looking at the factory leaders who were walking over from the main table, he walked out of the private room in a daze, shook his head and sighed: "Chang Wei is really arrogant now!"

When he heard that Chang Wei was promoted to section chief, he didn't think much about it.

The steel rolling mill had just been placed under the direct management of the Ministry of Metallurgy, and the secretary and the factory director were both senior officials. He Yuzhu had to serve at banquets every now and then. After seeing so many things, he didn't think the rank of a section chief was anything special.

Just like car sales and real estate sales in later generations, they can’t afford the product themselves, but that doesn’t affect their contempt for bargaining customers.

Judging from the secretary's attitude now, Chang Wei's section rank seems to be different from that of others.

The canteen director saw him in a daze in the corridor, frowned and came over and said, "Zhu Zi, there are still two dishes that haven't been put into the pot. What are you standing there for?"

He Yuzhu came back to his senses, his face darkened, "Are you anxious? If you're anxious, go get yourself fired."

"Hey, kid, how do you talk like that?"

"That's what I say."

"Kid, just go wild."

He Yuzhu sneered and staggered towards the kitchen.

He spoke in a disrespectful manner, but it was not because he had just been drinking with the secretary in the private room.

He has always been like this.

The canteen director couldn't do anything about him.

The steel mill has six canteens and more than twenty chefs, all of whom are only good at cooking big pot dishes. No more than five of them can prepare a decent banquet, and he is the only one who can prepare official dishes like Tan's cuisine.

He is good at cooking and so arrogant.

To put it more politely, he is arrogant because of his talent.

In simple terms - bad breath.