Binjiang Police Affairs-Chapter 841 - 571: Appointing People Based on Personal Connections (Part 3)

Whether or not to establish the Flood Control and Rescue Mobile Assault Battalion is one thing, whether the superiors will order the battalion to undertake rescue missions is another.

Yang Jianbo asked in a low voice, "Secretary Han, are you saying there’s a high chance of severe flooding this year?"

"It’s not about the possibility of severe flooding, it is already happening. Just walk along the river dike, you’ll see that all the water control gates are discharging into the river."

"There’s been a lot of rain this year; it started raining constantly since early spring."

"Just afraid it’ll be like last year with torrential rains coinciding with astronomical tides."

Zhao Jiang, who was only transferred to the Binjiang Reserve Group at the end of last year and missed last year’s flood fight, didn’t know how terrifying the floods could be. He asked with a smile, "Secretary Han, did you just say you wanted to invite Master Xi to be our battalion’s chief expert?"

"He won’t ask us for a salary, and after all, there are employees in active-duty units. Inviting him to be our chief expert doesn’t violate any rules, does it?"

"No violation, I just think ’chief expert’ doesn’t sound quite right."

"Then how about ’expert group member’, how does that sound?"

"We’re just two battalion-level units, is it appropriate to establish an expert group? And since it’s an expert group, it can’t just have one expert."

Liu Degui also found it funny, jokingly said, "Getting an expert is easy, Salted Fish, your father-in-law is the top meteorological expert in Binjiang! Meteorology and water conservancy are essentially inseparable, at least for us it’s about the same. Why not give your father-in-law a letter of appointment as well, inviting him to provide us with meteorological support."

Han Yu laughed, "My father-in-law is a military transfer official, if I invite him to join our expert group, he would definitely be willing, maybe even pleased and honored. The key is, wouldn’t this be a bit nepotistic?"

"Ningning is the secretary of the Second Battalion, your brother-in-law is the Deputy Company Commander, your brother-in-law by marriage is the team leader of the health and epidemic prevention team, your sister-in-law is a nurse in the health and epidemic prevention team, your senior is the Deputy Instructor of the First Battalion, your junior Xiao Yu is also a Deputy Company Commander, and those you grew up with like Zhang Erxiao, Xiao Jiang, and Wu Heng are all reserve officers in the battalion. You have even more old subordinates, old comrades, and former colleagues, do you really care if people say you’re using nepotism?"

"Hahaha, Secretary Han, the manager is right, you’ve already engaged in enough nepotism!"

"True, why not just give my father-in-law a letter of appointment to make him happy?"

"I see no problem with that."

"The key point is my father-in-law’s weather forecasts are not very accurate."

One has to admit that the Meteorological Bureau’s weather forecasts are not very accurate.

Liu Degui asked with a laugh, "Does Binjiang have anyone whose forecasts are more accurate than your father-in-law’s?"

Without hesitation, Han Yu said, "No, my father-in-law is the chief forecaster at the meteorological station, if he can’t predict accurately, no one else can."

"There you have it, compared to others, he’s already quite impressive. Besides, we need experts to establish the expert group!"

"Then let’s give my father-in-law a letter of appointment, let him come to ’boost our numbers’."

"What do you mean ’boost numbers’, if your father-in-law hears that, he definitely won’t be happy."

"Right, right, we can’t say that to his face. When the time comes, we’ll make it seem real, make him happy, hahaha."

What kind of son-in-law is this, actually doubting his father-in-law’s professional skills.

Although his father-in-law’s weather forecasts are indeed not very accurate, others can question it, but as his live-in son-in-law, he shouldn’t!

Zhao Jiang suddenly realized that Xiao Yu’s carefree attitude might be heavily influenced by his senior, or perhaps it was a tradition from their former unit, the Linghai Police Station, which had long been dismantled.

Isn’t it just a joke?

Liu Degui thought it was nothing. If his master were still alive, the battalion would be even livelier. From superior leaders to battalion officers and soldiers, everyone would have a sonorous nickname given by the master.