Movie Variety Show: Starting from a New World

The next morning, Zhao Cheng did not go to Xizhimen first, but went to Jiaodaokou Police Station to find Zhang Yuan.

Zhao Cheng knew that Zhang Yuan was more informed, so it would be easier to ask Zhang Yuan to help find out which police station was short of a chef.

"Captain, why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"Don't mention it. There is a chef named He Daqing in our hospital. His son Sha Zhu wants to leave the steel mill and change jobs. The factory doesn't want him anymore because he brings vegetables home." Zhao Cheng must say the ugly words first. After all, this matter must be curbed.

Many ordinary people can't even get enough to eat right now, and he still wants to bring food home? That's definitely not possible.

"Oh my god, what is this kid thinking? The chef is bringing food home?" Zhang Yuan was a little confused.

"This is the custom of old Beijing. Restaurants used to do that. The leftovers would be picked out and distributed to the chefs for people to take home. After all, we can't waste them, right?" said Zhao Cheng.

"Yes, that's the country's intention to turn all these restaurants into canteens. After all, if they really let them continue to build them like that, it would be such a waste of food." Zhang Yuan also nodded, understanding what Zhao Cheng said.

"But that was the rule in the past. It's not popular now. The steel mill demanded back the cost of the food that this kid brought, and he was not allowed to work there anymore. He came to me for help when he went home yesterday. I thought about how many police stations in our country don't have chefs, and only have cooks and aunties to cook, so I wanted to ask you if you know any police station that needs such a chef." Zhao Cheng asked Zhang Yuan to help find out.

"Okay, I'll ask for you and see which police station needs it. Just wait for my call!" Zhang Yuan also thought this was a trivial matter. After all, whoever is short of people can use them. After all, after all, this Sha Zhu is a serious chef, right? Isn't he better than those mediocre knives?

"Okay, then I'll wait for your call!" Zhao Cheng said and went to work.

Zhao Cheng arrived at Xizhimen and went straight back to his office to begin writing the plan he needed to submit to the Beiping Military Region. He took into account every aspect of the equipment, including firearms, transportation, clothing, and so on.

Although Zhao Cheng himself didn't know much about special forces, he understood their role better than people of this era, didn't he? After all, he had watched so many movies and animations about special forces in later generations.

Zhao Cheng spent the whole morning writing, but he only gave a rough outline and left a lot of things unwritten.

After lunch, Zhao Cheng continued writing, but he also had to deal with some matters at his office. This made him write even slower. Fortunately, the military district was not too anxious about this matter, as the preliminary selection process would not be completed in a short time.

How could it be so easy to find a top soldier in this era? They were all a bunch of arrogant and brave generals, all the same. Want my top soldier? It's not that easy to get.

Therefore, Commander Zhou and Zhao Cheng were not in a hurry, because Commander Zhou also knew that it would take a while for these trainees to be gathered.

Before leaving get off work in the afternoon, Zhao Cheng went on another police call, still dealing with a theft case.

A family in Mahang Hutong near Xizhimen had their home robbed and their house turned upside down.

When Zhao Cheng arrived at the scene with two policemen, the place was already surrounded by a crowd of onlookers.

"I heard that this family lost a lot of things, including yellow croaker!" Passerby A said to the person next to him.

"How do you know?" The passersby were also curious.

"I just heard what the hostess said. After she came back, she kept muttering, 'It's all over, it's all over, my big yellow croaker is gone.' I heard it with my own ears." Passerby A said confidently to several passersby who came over.

After Zhao Cheng arrived, he asked the police to drive the crowd of onlookers outside. After all, if there were too many people watching, they might ruin the scene.

Zhao Cheng found the owner of the house to find out the situation. There were only two people in the house. Both the husband and wife worked, so there was usually no one at home. They lived in a small courtyard with a private entrance.

"What did you lose?" Zhao Cheng asked the two.

"The cash in our house is missing, about two thousand yuan, and a gold bracelet of my wife. There is also a painting and calligraphy passed down from our ancestors." The man looked honest and worked in a hardware factory as a machinist.

"Is that all?" Zhao Cheng asked.

"That's all," said the owner.

"Then what about the big yellow croaker your wife mentioned?"

"Ah? I must have heard it wrong. My wife was talking about a gold bracelet!" said the man.

"How did your family save up two thousand yuan for a machinist in a hardware factory like you? And a big gold bracelet? And even calligraphy and paintings passed down from ancestors? What kind of painting?" Zhao Cheng asked.

"A painting from the time of Emperor Kangxi. I don't know the details, but my father told me to keep it well before he died. He said it would be of great use in the future," said the man.

Zhao Cheng looked at the man. He was about 1.6 meters tall and looked quite sturdy, especially his arms, which looked powerful.

Zhao Cheng knew that a machinist's skill lay in his hands, so it was natural for him to have strong arms. He said the painting was from the Kangxi Emperor's time, so he probably belonged to the Manchu family.

"Okay, go over there for a while, I'll ask your wife!" Zhao Cheng asked the police officer to take the man to the side. He then brought the woman over and asked the same question again.

Everything else was the same, but when it came to the gold, the woman said she had lost a large yellow croaker, a family heirloom. As for the painting, she didn't know much about it and didn't know if it was an heirloom.

After Zhao Cheng asked the two men questions, he asked the police officer to watch them first. Zhao Cheng walked into the courtyard to check.

This is a simple courtyard. After entering the door, there is no back house or side rooms, only a main house. However, the east-west span of the house is about 20 meters, and the main house is divided into several rooms.

The yard in front of the house is about 20 square meters. There is a simple dry toilet in the northwest corner. There is a small shed in front of the main house on the east side that has been converted into a kitchen. There is a firewood shed about two meters high near the kitchen.

Zhao Cheng opened the door and walked into the main room, only to find that the room was indeed in a mess, with even the decorations hanging on the north wall thrown on the ground.

The master bedroom was on the east side, with bedding and other items scattered everywhere. The kang cabinet was also open. Zhao Cheng took a look and took out everything inside.

After looking at the bedroom, he went to the guest room on the west side and found that it was similar to the east side. However, there was one thing in this house that caught Zhao Cheng's attention. That was that this guest room seemed a little smaller than the bedroom on the east side?

"Could there be a secret room in this house?" Zhao Cheng looked around curiously, knocking here and turning there, but there was no place that could open the secret room.