Super Zoo

Chapter 141 Each Harboring Their Own Schemes

Speaking of which, the title of "Model Worker" in Yangchuan City's Shuanghu District might not seem very significant, but after all, Yangchuan City is among the top thirty in the nation, a medium-to-large city capable of competing with provincial capitals. Shuanghu District is a relatively prosperous area within the city, and in terms of strength, it's not inferior to some prefecture-level cities, so the distinction of being a Model Worker of Shuanghu District carries considerable weight.

The Model Worker award ceremony took place in the district government auditorium, presided over by District Committee Secretary Sun. After a somewhat dull and lengthy routine speech, District Organization Department Minister He presented awards to the ten Model Workers.

Including Suming, ten Model Workers from various units, dressed in suits and adorned with sashes, filed onto the stage and stood in a row.

To say they "stood" might not be entirely accurate, as among the ten people, only nine were standing. The remaining one was sitting in a wheelchair, pushed onto the stage by a ceremonial usher.

That person was naturally Zhou Jin. Seeing Zhou Jin's chest and abdomen bound with splints and bandages like a rice dumpling, Suming couldn't help but want to laugh, thinking to himself that this guy was really fighting hard.

Injured so severely, yet he didn't forget to worm his way into the circle of fame and gain, with five or six ribs broken, he didn't properly recover in the hospital. How long had it been? He rashly checked out to receive the award. Any slight bump on the road could cause secondary injuries, potentially landing him back in bed for several months.

As the saying goes, with broadened horizons, one's heart grows wider. Compared to the fully armed poachers with foreign financial backers that Suming had dealt with in the back mountains, Zhou Jin now seemed to Suming like just a local ruffian leader, with a bunch of hooligans at his command, no longer posing any substantial pressure.

Zhou Jin saw Suming as well but his expression wasn't as relaxed as Suming's. He could never have imagined that Suming would become a Model Worker, too.

To be aware, Huating Fisheries Company is an established powerhouse company in Yangchuan's fishery industry, dominating the freshwater fish market in Yangchuan City for many years, adding millions in taxation annually. Almost half the freshwater fish on the tables of Yangchuan's residents comes from Huating Reservoir. Zhou Jin himself had lobbied up and down over the years, establishing powerful connections in the government. Even so, it had taken considerable effort to be named a Model Worker.

Zhou Jin was very clear in his mind that if it weren't for this incident with the finless porpoises and the serious injuries he sustained, he might not have been considered for the Model Worker title this time!

How come this guy, who had been on the scene for only a short time, could so easily become a Model Worker?

Seeing the calm and collected expression on Suming's face made Zhou Jin so frustrated that he couldn't contain his anger. Although there was no evidence so far, he always had the feeling that Suming's rise to prominence was built at least in part on his shoulders, or perhaps even more... Yes, it's like he's standing on my head and taking a piss... The more Zhou Jin thought about it, the less pleasant he felt.

The award ceremony wasn't long, lasting less than two hours in total. After the leaders concluded their closing remarks, it ended.

As the officials left, the honored workers also departed from the auditorium, everyone returning to their own homes and finding their own mothers, those who were acquainted made plans to go drinking and dining, which goes without saying.

Suming stepped out of the auditorium and casually handed the prize money and the certificate of honor to Su Meng.

Su Meng, the wild man, had become Suming's personal bodyguard. Clothes make the man, and Su Meng, already very masculine and tall, was now dressed in a sharp black suit, making him look like one of the Central Security Bureau Bodyguards standing at the entrance of the district government building, drawing curious glances from many people who thought he was guarding some high-ranking official.

Walking with Su Meng to the parking lot, Suming saw a Toyota Alpha parked opposite the Wrangler. The bald man was pushing Zhou Jin beside the Alpha, waiting for a lackey to open the door.

After the last incident with the river dolphins, the bald man's attitude towards Suming had subtly changed from within. He harbored a certain indefinable reverence for the 'expert sent from above.'

In fact, during the last rescue operation, the bald man was practically working under Suming. So when he saw Suming, he was momentarily startled and stood there awkwardly, not sure whether to greet him or pretend he hadn't seen him.

Zhou Jin was oblivious to the change in the bald man's expression and stared darkly at Suming from across the parking space.

Having lived in the wilderness for a long time, Su Meng had developed a keen sixth sense and immediately sensed the hostility from Zhou Jin opposite him. His eyes widened and he was about to go over and beat Zhou Jin up.

To be sure, Su Meng could take down several men, including the bald man, all by himself. But there were surveillance cameras everywhere, and since they were within the district government compound, fighting wasn't a wise choice. Suming patted Su Meng's shoulder and said with a smile, "Let's not stoop to the level of a disabled person, let's get in the car!"

As the Wrangler slowly drove past the Alpha, Zhou Jin couldn't help himself and called out with a pointed comment, "Mr. Su, how's the fish farming going lately?"

Suming's expression shifted slightly as if hit in a sore spot, but he squeezed out a smile, "Very well! No need for you to worry!"

"That's good, that's good. If you can't sell the fish at the end of the year, remember to look for big brother. I still have some connections in the market," Zhou Jin chuckled.