Reborn on Top of Football

After Lao Fan arrived at home, he became the manager of Wang Bin and Ai Xiaoqing's security team, and was directly responsible for all security work. Including but not limited to travel planning, shift scheduling, business training, security construction, hidden danger investigation, crisis warning, etc.

Compared with his knowledge reserve, Li Lin is much worse. The only strong point is to follow early, loyal and reliable, so the main responsibility of Li Lin's victory security has gradually become the selection of security personnel for the family business and the initial training of security personnel.

In the profound aspect, Wang Ai became Zhao Dan, and Wang Bin and Ai Xiaoqing became Fan Yucheng.

To put it vividly, the current security system at home is a two-headed leader in business. Li Lin grasped the chief, money, and personnel, Zhao Dan, Fan Yucheng, and Yan Zhu grasped the business and skills.

It's just that Lao Fan has been in Wang Ai's house for more than four years, and he has not been showing no signs of dew. He is smiling, fat, and like a cook. He is not as fierce and strong as the security personnel. I accompany Wang Bin and Ai Xiaoqing out at work. When people go there, they are shy with beer belly, and look like a happy old man who has nothing to ask for.

Therefore, even Wang Ai has not paid much attention to him. It was the painful experience that Liu Liang and Zhang Guang mentioned in a chat after they came to Milan that they had been trained at home before and that they accidentally exposed Lao Fan. According to these two people, Lao Fan is very capable. When he was a soldier, he had never made a mistake when he went abroad, and he had cracked a few major cases. If he hadn't looked down on some ethos, he would never change his job.

When Wang Ai went home and asked when he was curious, he found out that Lao Fan could be poached by Wang Bin, and he was the one who came to the door in person. More importantly, the family company has a good reputation and a good atmosphere!

The so-called congeniality is such a thing. There are some capable people, if you take money to smash it, you can’t smash it. People don’t value this. They want the work to be satisfactory, they want to realize their self-worth, and they want a sense of mission in the work.

"Van Debiao" is such a person.

There are many such people at home. They are all equipped with special skills, but they don't like some things and fall into dislike, and finally come for congeniality. On a large scale, many demobilized soldiers also have this factor in joining.

The joining of these people is a powerful boost, their business is proficient, loyal and reliable, and it also strengthens the corporate culture. But on the other hand, once the family company loses its righteous stance that calls people's hearts, such as no longer being so good to workers, no longer vigorously engaging in charity, and no longer being positive with foreign companies, their will to work will be reduced linearly. , And even abandon it.

"Old Fan, trouble you." Wang Ai smiled and nodded to Comrade Debiao.

Old Fan smiled: "It's nothing."

"I'm having trouble in the middle of the night, I can't sleep, I want to go out and walk." Wang Ai and Lao Fan explained: "My mother doesn't worry about me, so I have to trouble you."

Old Fan still smiled and shook his head: "It's really nothing, I have experienced this."

"Oh?" Wang Ai stepped out of the front door, turned his head and said, "What is upsetting, tell me to make me happy?"

Lao Fan narrowed his eyes with a smile, and shook his head again and again: "I can't tell you, there is discipline."

"You have changed jobs all these years."

"That's not okay, I can't say unless the upper party actively decrypts it."

Wang Ai rubbed his chin: "I should try to get drunk."

Old Fan still shook his head with a smile, but a sharp light flashed in those small eyes: "No way, trained."

"Oh~~" Wang Ai raised his head.

"Huh!" Lao Fan covered his mouth, "After all, it takes a long time to retire and I don't have enough brains."

Wang Ai haha ​​happily, and walked towards the back beach with his back hands. He knows, Lao Fan is a skill to remind him, what kind of training has he received? He didn't say, is he really trained in this area? He was not sure, but the information was still expressed, and Wang Ai probably also knew it.

Zhao Dan laughed and said nothing, walked in front of Wang Ai, listening without speaking.

Lao Fan didn't talk to Zhao Dan either. He had already known what this sturdy defender was doing, but both parties were secret units. Although they were both curious about each other, they couldn't say anything. For the sake of myself and the other side, it is better to have less contact.

In the middle of the night, the lights in Houhai were bright, the bar on the roadside came out with a charming tone, and a few small streets floated with smoke and fire. Wang Ai took a deep breath, suddenly relaxed his shoulders, and greedily glanced at the direction of the side street, but still did not dare to go.

He didn't dare to eat food stalls, and he didn't dare to eat at authentic restaurants, so he could only stare at him.

Walking to the big pool where the night breeze is under the lights, I couldn't help but pull down the zipper of his clothes, let the cool night breeze swell his sweater, stroke his chest, invisible and silent, in my heart A lot of the heat has been removed.

"Lao Fan, this place is where "Let's Dang the Sculls" was filmed back then."

Lao Fan and Zhao Dan accompanied Wang Ai on the left and the right. They also stood by the water and looked at the water. After hearing these words, Lao Fan subconsciously glanced to the south. Wang Ai immediately understood: "I know, strictly. It is said to be in Beihai Park, but Beihai and our Qianhai and Houhai are separated by a street."

Lao Fan smiled and glanced at Wang Ai, Wang Ai understood, haha ​​smiled: "Yes, yes, Beihai Park and Zhongnanhai are also separated by a street, haha. I finally got a little poetic, and I told you to mess up."

Old Fan sighed, "I didn't say a word."

This time, even Zhao Dan laughed. The three of them walked north along the lake, passed the State Administration of Religious Affairs, the former residence of Soong Ching Ling, etc., went to the sugar room compound and then headed south to Shichahai Park. Strictly speaking, this area includes Qianhai in the south, Houhai near Wang Ai's house, and Xihai, or Jishuitan, to the west of the Sugar House Compound, together with Shichahai.

In the second half, Wang Ai barely spoke, and was thinking about his things again. Although I still can't figure out my clues for a while, I probably have a direction, and my heart relaxes a lot. At this time, the three of them had already crossed the Yinding Bridge, which was the dividing line between Qianhai and Houhai, and stepped into Yandai Xiejie.

At this time, it was more than one o'clock in the middle of the night, and the smoke finally gradually dissipated. Wang Ai looked at the sign of the sauced pork belly not far away, and there was a groan in his stomach. During the years living in Beijing, in addition to the first year he tasted a lot when he was at the National People's Congress, he said goodbye to all kinds of snacks from the second year in 1999.

Calculated like this, it has been ten years since I have eaten fried belly, boiled in brine, or burned on fire. How can this be a Beijinger?

Forget it, go faster and don't want to!

A few steps out of the pipe side street, in front is Ya'er Hutong, Wang Ai's home, right there.