"Officer Wang, my name is Meng..."
"Meng Guangcheng, this is Meng Ziyi, your nephew who came out to work with you. This is Ren Mingzhong. Looks like you were the one who got beaten, right? This is Gao Cheng, and this last brother is Zhang Xingquan. You're all staying with Zhao Xianming, if I remember correctly?"
Wang Yan smiled as he pulled out a pack of Huazi from his pocket, handed each of them a cigarette, and lit them for them before sitting down and lighting one for himself. "I know all about your situation. I was the one who told you to demand your money back. Now that you're here, there's no need to rush. Just take your time and tell me."
Hearing Wang Yan's words, the men exchanged glances, all seeing the surprise in each other's eyes. They had never expected Wang Yan to be able to call each of them by name, but that only made them trust even more that this smiling Officer Wang could really help them. After all, he had seen tens of thousands of people and could still remember their names. Why would he remember migrant workers like them if he wasn't genuinely trying to get things done?
In truth, though, it was simply Wang Yan's passive memory, as well as an old trick for winning people's hearts. Especially during the two times he had been emperor in the past—never mind high-ranking generals, he could call even the lowest squad leaders and deputy squad leaders by name. Among the countless soldiers, he could name quite a few as well. Even after he passed a hundred years old, when inspecting the army, if he saw a familiar face and thought about it for a while, he could even name that person's ancestors.
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