Eternal Life: I'm Grinding Experience in the Patrol Division

Song Changming is also aware of this. In fact, in the past year, the Jiuqu Club has expanded quite rapidly.

At this point in time, within the Patrol Division, there has been competition for the position of director. In the turbulent period of the replacement of the old with the new, no one cares about the Jiuqu Society under their noses, including the old director who is about to retire, and is too lazy to pay too much attention to it. .

So much so that to this day, it is normal for Jiuquhui to run rampant and cause public dissatisfaction.

"In the past year, Jiuquhui has almost annexed all the gangs, large and small, in the Houli Street area. All gambling houses and underground bank businesses are secretly run by people from Jiuquhui. This matter cannot be delayed any longer. .

If you continue to let it go, this bone will only become harder and harder to crack! "Song Changming said.

He actually felt that Jiuquhui was ambitious more than half a year ago and needed to be suppressed.

It's just that Liang Chuanshan was focused on the position of director at that time and ignored his suggestions at all, so it has been shelved until now.

"Have you found out how many gang members there are in the Jiuqu Club? How many warriors are there?" Liang Chuanshan then asked.

"Wu Ren has not checked carefully, but based on the number of gangsters on the surface, it is estimated that there are this number!" Song Changming gestured with three fingers.

Three hundred people!

Liang Chuanshan frowned immediately. This was only the number of gang members who were running around openly. If you add those who were cultivated secretly, the number would only be even higher!

Even if more than half of them were just ordinary people and not many warriors, it still gave him a headache.

The total number of armored patrols in the Patrol Division is only a hundred. If they really fight with these Jiuquhui, even if they can win, they will definitely suffer heavy losses.

"It should have been suppressed earlier," Liang Chuanshan sighed and shook his head.

Song Changming thought for a while and said: "This is a problem left over from the previous director's reign. It has nothing to do with you. Perhaps we can seek help from other urban patrol departments."

When Liang Chuanshan heard this, he directly waved his hand to reject it.

"This is my first move after taking office. Not only are the other patrol divisions staring at us, but the general division is also considering my quality and whether I am really qualified for the position of director.

We cannot seek outside help for this matter, at least not openly. Otherwise, even if I ask for help, my ability to take charge will be questioned. "

This matter can only be resolved by the Patrol Division under his jurisdiction.

After hearing this, Song Changming nodded and stopped insisting.

Anyway, he only made suggestions. As for whether to adopt them or not, it was entirely up to Liang Chuanshan, and he would not get too entangled in them.

"This matter requires further preparations. In addition, I have not mentioned it to anyone else, not even Lu Gang. Don't let the news leak out." Liang Chuanshan pondered for a moment and said to Song Changming.

"Yes." Song Changming agreed.

He knew that the attack on Jiuquhui was already a certainty, it just depended on when Liang Chuanshan issued this order.

"Will Jiuqu meet?" Song Changming thought as he walked out of the cabinet.

Being able to easily destroy the Qinghe Gang back then showed the opponent's strength, and this battle must be difficult.

Before that, he should try his best to improve his strength to prevent himself from encountering danger.

The days of practicing are boring. Song Changming does not practice hard all the time. Occasionally, he will relax at home, lie down, raise silkworms, play with birds, walk the dog, or go to Chunfeng Garden to drink flower wine and have fun. Fun.

Life is all about experience, and practicing martial arts is just one of them.

On this day, in Chunfeng Garden.

Liang Chuanshan took Song Changming to entertain an honored guest.

"Brother Zhou, how does our Chunfeng Garden on Houli Street compare to Piaoxiang Pavilion on Jinxiu Street?" Liang Chuanshan raised his glass and looked at the middle-aged man sitting next to him in the private room on the second floor.

This man's face is yellowish, his eyes are long and narrow, and he has two small beards.

He may look unattractive, but Song Changming, who followed him, will not take him lightly. He knows that this person is one of the chief patrol officers of the General Division!

He was also the first person Liang Chuanshan made friends with in the General Directorate after he became the director.

"Haha, very good, not bad at all!" Zhou Sixin said with a smile, clinking the rim of his glass with Liang Chuanshan.

Theoretically, the position of chief is higher than that of chief of patrol.

But Liang Chuanshan was the newly appointed director of the local department, and this person was the patrol chief of the general department, so the situation was different.

Most people in the government tacitly agree that officials working in the general department have a higher status than those working in branch offices.

Moreover, Liang Chuanshan, the director of the department, has no control over the chief of patrol of the general department. There is no superior-subordinate relationship between the two.

Further up from the general secretary, there are officials working in the county governor's office. They are the center of power in the entire county and even Donglai County, and their status is at a higher level.

Therefore, to Liang Chuanshan, the patrol chief from the General Division in front of him was an honored guest.

Song Changming sat aside, leaning half back, just listening quietly without saying a word.

The two of them were chatting, and just as their faces were flushed and their ears were hot after drinking for three rounds, the noise outside the private room interrupted their conversation.

It seemed like someone had overturned the table, as if they were making trouble.

Liang Chuanshan looked unhappy.

"What's up?"

The guard guarding the door opened the door and came in: "Someone is making trouble in the lobby."

"In this place where people are listening to music and drinking, those who are making trouble are too ignorant." Zhou Sixin also vaguely heard the noisy sounds outside and couldn't help but say.

"Make Brother Zhou laugh, Changming." Liang Chuanshan looked at Song Changming aside.

Song Changming understood, stood up and walked outside.

In the lobby on the second floor, several guest tables had been torn apart, and dishes were scattered all over the floor.

On the high platform, the girl playing the piano and the dancer covered their faces in fear and shed tears.

The old woman was extremely anxious.

There were still a few guests lying on the ground, being slapped in the face.

"You said I wasn't elegant enough?" The strong man who was slapping them with his sleeves rolled up said with a glare.

"Sir, spare me." The guests whose faces were swollen begged for mercy incoherently, their mouths full of blood.

"You know how to beg for mercy now? Weren't you very talkative just now?" The strong man grinned and laughed.

There were a few people standing around him, also laughing loudly.

"I want to listen to Feng Qiu Huang, and let Miss Yu'er play for me personally! Even if the king of heaven comes, it won't work!" The strong man said to the old woman arrogantly.

The old woman saw that his hands were full of blood, and her body was trembling. She was so scared that she almost couldn't stand.

The surrounding spectators were all silent, and no one dared to say anything more.

"Why are you fighting here?" At this time, Song Changming walked straight over. After scanning the scene, he could roughly guess what happened.

"Where did you come from, you bastard? How dare you come and meddle in other people's business?" A man next to the sturdy man saw Song Changming approaching without paying attention to others, and stepped forward to teach him a lesson.

It was not the time for him to be on duty, and it was impossible for Song Changming to come here for fun in his official uniform. He only brought a saber, which was not an official saber, so he was not recognized.

Seeing that this man was disrespectful, Song Changming did not waste words, took the initiative to meet him, and slapped him directly.

Although he did not use all his strength, the force on this palm was not something that ordinary people could bear.

With one palm, the seemingly fierce man was knocked to the ground, his head hit the floor, causing the floor to crack, and he fainted without even a groan.