Binjiang Police Affairs-Chapter 362 - 256: Police-Citizen Contact Card

After dinner, we went to our new home together.

Though called a new home, it’s actually an old house, but it has been cleaned up neatly and arranged cozily, without spending much money.

The furniture was picked by my sister under our parents’ instruction. Since both of the rooms and the living room aren’t very big, we only bought two beds, two wardrobes, one sofa, one coffee table, one small dining table, and four chairs.

The curtains and bedding were gifts from my brother and his wife, and the small courtyard with newly planted flowers and plants was tidied up by my father-in-law.

The electrical wiring and plumbing were modified by my brother-in-law, and the lamps look very elegant.

The bathroom is quite large.

Unexpectedly, my brother-in-law and father-in-law knocked down the wall between the kitchen and the bathroom, transforming it into a space for washing faces, brushing teeth, and placing the washing machine. They installed a bathtub and a new-style toilet in the original bathroom, using the same tiles as the washing area.

It doesn’t feel like a home, but more like walking into a hotel.

The reason for not keeping a kitchen is justified well by my mother-in-law; she and Ningning often have shifts at work, and they would stay here only up to three nights a week. Besides, there is another house in the city area, which isn’t too far away.

In short, this place is merely for sleeping.

Han Yu could understand his mother-in-law’s feelings; if they started cooking at the new home after getting married, the old house would become desolate, and the dining experience would not be enjoyable for her father-in-law and mother-in-law.

Moreover, he was quite satisfied with this new home, sitting on the soft memory foam bed felt like a dream.

Their daughter and son-in-law being happy, Xiang Fan genuinely expressed his joy, glanced at his watch, looked up with a smile, and said: "San’er, Ningning, I should go to work now. Are you going back home or to the office?"

Han Xiangning, who likes the home more than Han Yu, was about to say they would stay a bit longer when Friend Han suggested, "Come with me to print business cards. San’er, you are now the squad leader, you should print a box too."

The Meteorological Bureau is not really considered a government department; it’s only a vertically managed public institution.

My father-in-law holds no official rank in his department; he’s just a forecaster. Why would he need business cards?

Han Yu realized his father-in-law was preparing for a visit back home to attend an old comrade’s joyous celebration, likely planning to show off, which he found somewhat amusing.

Thinking about how everyone now has business cards, even his sister has gotten a box printed saying whenever meeting anyone, she gives out one, and that people can contact her through the information on the card if they notice any illegal activities, Han Yu readily agreed: "Okay."

Han Xiangning didn’t expect her frugal junior to print business cards like others, asking with a smile: "San’er, why are you printing business cards?"

"They are not business cards, but police-citizen contact cards."

Han Yu thought about it and smiled again, "Not only do I need to print for myself, but also for Uncle Zhang, Uncle Ding, Uncle Zhu, Old Yan, and Xiao Yu."

"Police-citizen contact cards?"

"Many police from East Sea have them. My sister and her colleagues learned it from peers in East Sea; now everyone is printing them."

Suddenly remembering Han Ning has a business card, Han Xiangning laughed out loud, "Who are you going to give yours to?"

Walking out of the small courtyard with his father-in-law, while locking the door, Han Yu smiled and said: "Since they’re police-citizen contact cards, of course, they’re meant for the public. Later, when inspecting boats, I’ll give one to each boat owner and crew member so they can find me if there’s any issue."

"Spreading them around, giving to everyone you see, won’t your pager get overwhelmed?"

"In our line of work, the fear is not being needed. More contacts mean more information, and more leads on illegal activities that cannot be grasped just sitting in the office on the Dunship."

Old Han wholly agreed, turning back and saying with a smile: "This approach is very good, no matter what job you do, you can’t detach from the public."

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Han Yu said to print, so they printed.

Considering a box only has one hundred cards, which surely wouldn’t be enough, they decided to print four boxes each.

This was a need for work, so of course, it should be accounted for.

Old Ding, seeing the hefty stack of business cards, couldn’t help but laugh: "Old Zhang and I are almost retired, who are we going to give all these to?"

"Give them to everyone you see, and when you do, ask them to call us if they have any leads. Not only will we keep their information confidential, but we will also reward them upon verification."

"Using business cards like this is quite interesting!"

"The bureau is intensifying enforcement, and we should too. We can’t afford to be without achievements."

"Fair point."

Old Ding thought the Salted Fish’s method was feasible, locked the receipt from the typing and copying shop in the drawer, took out a dozen cards from a box, and put them in his pocket, planning to distribute them after getting off work.

Xiao Yu ran into the duty room, looking at the business cards joyfully asked, "Do I have some too, did you print for me?"

"Except your grandfather, everyone has them."

"How much does one box cost?"

"Twenty-five."

"That’s expensive!"

"Don’t worry, the squad paid for your printing. It won’t be deducted from your salary."

"That’s great, I’ll take them."

"Where are you bringing them?"

"To show Yu Zhen!"

For Xiao Yu, having a business card meant having status. Now that he had his business cards, he felt he had status too and wanted to share it with his girlfriend immediately, joyfully running off with four boxes of cards.

Han Yu looking at his own business cards felt a strong impulse to distribute them right away. It reminded him of when the Port Supervision Bureau had just provided him with a pager; he had always hoped someone would page him.

Thinking of Yu Zhen, who after returning to Bailong Port, moored the "store ship" beside the Dunship every evening, Old Qian felt uneasy and even moved the bedding back to the Dunship to help his granddaughter-in-law watch the ship. Han Yu simply said hello to Old Qian, took his walkie-talkie, changed into casual clothes, and continued to wander around Bailong Port Pier.

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