Someone on a bike entering through the gate saw that the person gathering at the duty room window was Zheng Dazhi's father, kicked his leg back, jumped off the bike, and asked a question.
Seeing that someone recognized him, Zheng Sanpao's face regained some confidence, and the awkwardness and unease he initially exhibited diminished greatly. The hand that had been tucked in his sleeve also emerged. He knew this person, who had drunk at his house before—a colleague of Dazhi's, with very good relations between them. Zheng Sanpao knew his name was Laoqiang, because he was one of the few in the station authorized to carry a gun.
"It's Laoqiang."
Laoqiang, being very polite, led Zheng Sanpao into the yard, "Uncle, let's go inside to talk."
Zheng Sanpao followed him inside while Laoqiang, pushing the bike ahead, said, "Uncle, just take a seat inside for a bit. I'll put away the bike, fetch the documents, and come over in a moment."
"Alright, go on with your work, don't mind me."
