Morning.
The news kept spreading.
Chengguan Police Station had become famous—truly famous. Many colleagues from police stations in other towns across Jiaolin County called acquaintances at Chengguan Police Station. The conversations were basically all the same: they wanted to ask about what had happened there. Who wouldn't be curious?
"Hey, Lao Zhang!"
"Old Lu, what is it?"
"Did your police station really arrest the County Party Secretary?"
"..."
"Did you or didn't you?"
"Don't you already know?"
"I just wanted to confirm it. You guys are fucking incredible."
"Quit talking shit. Do you think we wanted this? We just didn't recognize him. If we'd known he was the new County Party Secretary, we wouldn't have dared arrest him even if we had a hundred times the guts. Enough already. Since yesterday, all I've done is answer calls asking about this. Can we stop talking about it? You're having a good laugh, but you have no idea what the atmosphere at our station is like right now. We're scared stiff even while working. Even when we bring suspects back to the station, we don't dare yell at them too loudly, afraid Secretary Dong might see it. Secretary Dong already has a problem with us. If he catches us slipping again, are we supposed to keep living? We'll be utterly screwed!"
"Is Secretary Dong really going to stay at your place?"
"What do you mean, really going to? He's already moved in. Don't tell anyone else, but I saw it myself just now. Secretary Dong went out in slippers for breakfast this morning. When he came back, he bought a whole lot of groceries. He's planning to cook! There was quite a variety too. It'd be enough for one person for at least two days, maybe even three. Doesn't that mean he's