Binjiang Police Affairs
Chapter 167 - 135: Someone Else’s Child_2

Chapter 167: Chapter 135: Someone Else’s Child_2

Thinking of the director’s instructions, Han Yu immediately picked up the Port Supervision Bureau radio and shouted: "Sister Xiang Ning, Sister Xiang Ning, please respond if you receive this."

"Received, received. What’s the matter?"

"Uncle Zhu said today there are many passengers crossing the river to visit relatives, and the ferries on the Bainiu Line might be overloaded. There are no small matters when it comes to safety, you should go to the docks and take a look."

Overloading issues fall under the purview of Port Supervision.

Han Xiangning did not dare take it lightly and hurriedly said: "Alright, I’m on my way."

It would be one thing if she liked riding light motorcycles like Zhang Lan does, but her sister likes it too. Han Yu felt a bit heartbroken for his scooter and reminded them: "It’s windy on the river levee, slow down."

"Got it, stingy."

"..."

I lend you my bike and you call me stingy. What kind of behavior is this?

While Han Yu was feeling upset, Han Shuqun bent over with a smile and said, "San’er, it seems like Ningning is really depending on you, requiring your care not only in life but also at work."

"No, Uncle Han, actually it’s Sister Xiang Ning who is looking after me."

"There can’t be two ’Han’ characters in one word. Besides, since you graduated from the same school, you should look after each other."

"Hehe..."

"Stop giggling; hand me the multimeter."

"Oh, okay."

"San’er, when you return to Binjiang, remember to visit my house."

"Sure, thank you, Uncle Han."

Han Shuqun always wanted a son, but his military salary was not high, and he had to support two daughters and help both sets of elderly relatives and siblings. He did not dare have more children.

Seeing Little Salted Fish, who is smart, sensible, and capable, he genuinely liked him and as he took the multimeter, he smiled and said: "San’er, stop calling me Uncle Han."

Han Yu, puzzled asked: "Why?"

"If you call me Uncle Han, it seems like you don’t share the Han surname."

"That’s true, how should I address you then?"

"Just call me ’uncle’."

This kid can drive boats and repair machinery; he is really capable. The only thing he’s not too familiar with is electronic technology.

Han Shuqun thought it necessary to teach him a few tricks and called him to the deck, patiently explaining the principles of radar.

Han Yu had little foundation in this area and, fearing he might forget, went to the command cabin to fetch pen and paper to take notes.

Such a diligent young person is getting rarer these days. Seeing him listen so attentively, taking such detailed notes, and asking about anything he didn’t understand, Han Shuqun genuinely felt happy.

"The key components are the antenna servo, transmitter, and receiver subsystems. Antenna servos are the most prone to problems during normal use. For our Doppler weather radar, we need to adjust the angle, and the antenna needs to pitch. Your antenna needs to rotate."

"See here, this is the slip ring. The main and auxiliary engines on the boat need maintenance, and so does the slip ring. Here’s the motor; faults may also occur in the motor, mainly manifesting in unstable speeds and noise generated during the antenna’s rotation..."

Being taught by someone versus no guidance at all is completely different.

Practical teaching versus reading a manual is also different.

Han Yu learned a lot, nodding constantly.

Mr. Han guided him from beginning to end on how to inspect and diagnose, first determining there was a problem with the antenna servo.

Then, disassembling the antenna and checking it part by part, he finally found that the issue was not severe—it was a bad contact in the radar speed meter, which needed a new brush for the DC motor.

It wasn’t immediately clear where to buy this part, but that wasn’t a problem. Mr. Han’s toolbox contained all kinds of spare parts, and sure enough, there was an old but functional brush.

First, they replaced the old brush, cleaned the slip ring, lubricated it, started the machine for a test, and the radar, broken for three days, worked again!

"Uncle, you are amazing. You’ve never seen marine radars before but can still repair them."

"The principle is the same, and this is an old radar, very simple in construction. Although I worked with Doppler weather radars in the military, I have repaired the kind of fire-control radar used in fighters too."

"Uncle, you were in the Air Force!"

"An Air Force that never flew."

Han Shuqun laughed again and said: "I hardly ever handled guns either, just fired a few shots when I joined the army as a recruit. When I think about it, I was pretty much a pretend soldier in the liberation army."

After receiving such a big favor, Han Yu felt the need to show some gratitude and couldn’t help but smile, "Uncle, we can’t shoot guns here, but I can show you our armory and let you handle some guns."

"You have an armory?"

"Yes."

"Can I visit it without breaking any rules?"

"You’re not an outsider, plus you’re a retired Party cadre from the armed forces, of course you can visit."

"Alright, take me to see it."

Mentioning guns really piqued Han Shuqun’s interest.

Following Han Yu onto the Dunship, they passed through three or four iron doors to reach a cabin with a large gun cabinet welded in place.

Unbeknownst to them, upon inspection, it was a surprise.

Not only did they have pistols, submachine guns, 56 Assault Rifles, and old-fashioned rifles, but they even had a mortar!

"San’er, can this cannon be used?"

"Yes, Uncle, look, it’s all greased up; we just wiped it."

"Why do you need a cannon?"

"We use it to launch illumination rounds, but unfortunately, all the illumination rounds were used up during escort missions. Director Xu said the Armed Forces Department armory is also depleted, he plans to look for a few boxes from elsewhere once the office officially opens on the sixth day of the new month."

Han Shuqun was truly amazed and couldn’t help but exclaim, "No wonder the Port Supervision Bureau wants to cooperate with you guys; your weapons could equip a reinforced squad!"

Han Yu took out two Heart and Liver rifles, chuckling, "These two step-rifles were seized by me, Director Xu likes them a lot. He mentioned collecting more bullets for the Civilian Soldiers training so we can have a blast.

Han Shuqun returned the 56 Assault Rifle to the gun cabinet, wiped his hands with a towel, and with a touch of melancholy and envy said, "If I had known that the police had such well-equipped weaponry, I would have transferred to the Police Bureau back then."

"Uncle, you’re not like Director Zhang; you were an engineer in the military."

"In the military, I was a soldier first and then an engineer."

"That means Auntie was also a soldier first in the military, and then a nurse."

"Absolutely."

Han Shuqun, not wanting to cause trouble for Little Salted Fish, gestured for him to quickly lock up the guns and then patted his shoulder, "You’re the same, you’re first a public security police officer, and then the captain of the Law Enforcement Rescue Boat."

Han Yu locked the gun cabinet and turned around with a smile, "Director Xu said the same, which is why he organized training for us before the new year, having us run five kilometers fully armed every morning, and do ’three hundreds’ in the evening, exhausting us like dead dogs."

"One hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, and one hundred pull-ups?"

"Yes."

"That’s right. As a quasi-military managed department, the police should have high standards and strict requirements."

...

Xiang Ning went to supervise passenger transport safety at the passenger terminal, and Xiang Meng didn’t go with her.

She returned to the Dunship, sat down, and asked, "Mom, where’s dad?"

Xiang Fan looked down and couldn’t help but chuckle, "He was just teaching Little Salted Fish how to repair the radar, now they’ve gone to look at the guns together. One is an electrical repairman, and the other is a ship mechanic and captain; they really hit it off at first sight, you’d think they were father and son."

Xiang Meng muttered, "He favors sons over daughters; he just wants a son, so he’s happy to see Little Salted Fish."

"Your sister bragged to people at her office, claiming Little Salted Fish is her cousin. But having such a nephew isn’t bad, you saw at dinner, even the leaders from the Bailong Port Police Station liked him so much."

"It’s normal for him to be the favorite at work since he’s the youngest. Mom, do you like him?"

"Such a sensible child, and he takes such good care of your sister, of course I like him." Xiang Fan paused then laughed, "He was born in Jiangcheng, makes him kind of a fellow townsman."

"Mom, why does everyone like someone else’s child!"

"I like you too, but if you could score the sixth in the county like others during the middle school exams, I would like you even more."

"What middle school exams, I graduated years ago."

"Ningning is taking self-study exams, Little Salted Fish too; studying is never too late, people learn till they get old, can’t you be more ambitious?"

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