I started out as a criminal, and the police relied on me to solve countless cases.

Chapter 232 Cat and Mouse
After having a good meal and a few drinks, Jiang Hanwen and Sun Xiaoyi talked for a while about the maintenance of a Douyin account.

It was already midnight when Jiang Hanwen returned to Lin Guo Mansion. He fell asleep as soon as he got home and worked until dawn.

Lao Ding was punctual. He drove to pick him up in person early in the morning. He didn't even bring the driver with him and he was so considerate as to pack some breakfast tea and snacks for him, which made Jiang Hanwen look confused.

What does this old fox mean? Has he changed his nature?

"Old Ding, I'm going to take a nap. Call me when you get there."

I have to say that Lao Ding’s Volkswagen Touareg is quite comfortable and the sleeping seat doesn’t hurt his waist.

Speechless all the way.

It was already noon when Jiang Hanwen and Lao Ding arrived at the Yangcheng government staff compound.

The quiet government family compound is peaceful in the bustling city, hidden in the center of the main urban area. The courtyard is low-key and simple, with bluestone paved roads and shaded by pine and cypress trees. There are guards at every sentry post, making it the power center of the capital city of a super-large province.

The security level here is absolutely extremely high.

When Jiang Hanwen woke up, the car had already stopped in the yard of a European-style duplex villa.

As soon as the car door opened, two nannies came out to greet us, each holding a pair of brand new slippers in their hands.

Jiang Hanwen got out of the car yawning, half asleep, and glanced at the nanny who handed him his shoes.

The sleepiness disappeared immediately.

The woman was in her fifties, short and stocky, with thick black hair tied up with a black rubber band. She looked quite capable, only about 1.5 meters tall, with a round face and small eyes. Although her skin looked good, it was obvious that the dark skin from long hours of labor as a farm woman had not yet faded.

If there is anything special about him, it is that his appearance is so ordinary that you can't even find him on the street.

Although Jiang Hanwen felt uncomfortable, he did not show it.

The nanny brought the slippers to Jiang Hanwen, waited for him to put them on, and then put the shoes he took off against the wall to dry.

Those hands are indeed working hands.

Rough and dark, there was a long cut at the base of the index finger, which looked like it was caused by a scratch while doing something, but it was not bandaged. He kept using cold water to wash clothes and vegetables, and finally the wound became dry and cracked and difficult to heal.

Led by Lao Ding, Jiang Hanwen went up the stairs and entered through the gate.

I thought it was an ordinary small villa.

Unexpectedly, I was dazzled by the sight and found that there was something really special inside.

The lobby on the first floor of this villa is more than 200 square meters. Its decoration is not magnificent, but it can definitely be called luxurious.

Classic European style, with unambiguous details.

Sitting on the sofa on the side of the living room, Song Hongyu was talking on the phone in a very loud voice, and it seemed that she was scolding her subordinates.

Seeing Lao Ding and Jiang Hanwen come in, Director Song immediately hung up the phone and walked over to greet them.

"Director Jiang, thank you for coming. I'm sorry for not welcoming you in person."

Just as Song Hongyu was about to ask the nanny to serve tea, the short nanny came over with the tea tray.

The fruit plate on the coffee table had already been placed.

Song Hongyu nodded.

"Auntie Wu, quickly ask Auntie Wang to serve the food. It's getting late. Let's prepare dinner."

"Remember, Director Jiang is a distinguished guest, bring me the best dishes in the house, and have someone send over any ingredients that are insufficient immediately."

"Okay Director Song!"

Aunt Wu didn't waste any time. She agreed and went down to work immediately.

Jiang Hanwen smiled along, holding the teacup, and muttering to himself.

Wow, he is worthy of being a big leader. Even the nanny at home has to address him by his official title. This is really unheard of.

However, judging from the expressions of the two nannies, Director Song probably didn't take his words to heart.

As soon as Old Ding entered the room, he frowned and looked at the two nannies.

When Aunt Wu entered the kitchen, Old Ding couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Director Song, didn't you say that you would fire the person and find someone new? Why are you still working here?"

Old Ding pouted, glanced at Song Hongyu, then nodded slightly at Jiang Hanwen to express his apology.

I've known for a long time that she is someone who won't listen to advice, and sure enough, no one, not even God, can persuade her.

"Ding Guohua! If you have any opinions, just raise them. Our family is not a one-man show. We allow democratic speech. But let me tell you first, it's not that I don't want to find someone else, it's that my mother doesn't want to. She said that if Aunt Wu is fired, she won't eat. The old lady is like a child. How can I win over her?"

Song Hongyu frowned and choked back the words that Lao Ding was about to say.

Jiang Hanwen took a deep breath and observed three seconds of silence for Lao Ding in his heart.

Well, he chose this number himself. Jiang Hanwen didn't want to comment. Captain Liang said that Lao Ding was originally a grassroots policeman.

With his connections, even if he had extraordinary abilities, he would not be able to get the position of Chief of Xiguan Police Station.

I don't know how he managed to climb up the social ladder and marry his current wife. Thanks to his father-in-law's relationship, he was promoted to the position of Chief of the Xiguan Police Station at an early stage.

If his father-in-law had not retired and his power had not weakened a lot, Lao Ding would not have stopped here and retired in his current position.

You choose your own path, and you have to endure it no matter how hard it is.

If you want to live an ordinary life and have the final say at home, you, Old Ding, should marry a farm girl.

You want to climb up the social ladder and be the head of the family. You, Old Ding, might as well go to bed. You can dream of anything.

"Well, then I have to take a good look at these two nannies later."

Old Ding didn't dare to refute, so he had to make up a story to save his face.

Jiang Hanwen is now pretending to be deaf and dumb, not seeing, hearing or talking. He just drinks tea, eats fruit and waits for his meal.

It's hard to imagine that everyone lives such a miserable life in just a few decades.

Jiang Hanwen thought that he was still lucky. Both Mr. Kobayashi and Zhou Nana were a thousand times better than this female director who had the final say.

A woman like Song Hongyu is powerful and influential, and if you marry her you can get promoted and make a fortune.

But if Jiang Hanwen were to choose, I would rather choose this kind of female leader than our accountant Xiao Wang.

This is not a life, it's torture.

"Director Song, Director Ding, uh, Director Jiang, dinner is ready."

Auntie Wu brought the dishes from the kitchen to the table one by one with a very respectful attitude.

In order to prevent the food from being contaminated, she wore a mask from beginning to end and even wore a pair of gloves on her hands.

Apparently this should be a requirement for gifting Hongyu, what a strict rule.

However, Jiang Hanwen was not very surprised.

When he was a movie star in Beijing, he also attended dinners hosted by big shots in Beijing as a guest.

The level of luxury and sophistication was so great that even Emperor Qianlong would have to admit defeat.

In the words of some guests at the time: the adults didn't need to use their hands to eat the food, they only took a bite of each dish, and the utensils used for the various dishes were extremely particular.

Although Jiang Hanwen stayed on the periphery of high society.

But to be honest, he was just a country bumpkin who slept on the street outside the Beijing Film Studio waiting for his role.

I know nothing about this stuff.

Jiang Hanwen’s deepest impression was that there actually is something called a wine measuring vessel in this world.

Guests of honor do not need to pick up their own food.

Although this sounds ignorant and ridiculous.

But this was his most intuitive feeling at the time.

The huge dining table was soon filled with all kinds of dishes.

Although it was called home-cooked food, Jiang Hanwen roughly estimated that this table of food would cost at least three to four thousand yuan.

Song Hongyu and Lao Ding were not surprised at all and were used to it, so they showed no expression.

Instead, they warmly invited Jiang Hanwen to eat.

Jiang Hanwen just responded casually, but his eyes were looking towards the kitchen.

Soon.

Aunt Wu came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of chicken soup stewed with cordyceps flowers.

"Auntie Wu, you are such a great soup maker. I can smell the aroma from far away. You use a lot of ingredients."

Jiang Hanwen smiled with a forced smile, and suddenly said something out of the blue.

The little woman didn't panic after hearing that, but her hands shook and she almost dropped the bowl of delicious soup on the ground.

"The guest is joking. The dishes are all made by Sister Wang. The ones I made are not tasty."

The woman whispered back as she walked to the table and put down the bowl of soup.

Then he raised his head and gave a stiff smile.

(End of this chapter)