Binjiang Police Affairs

"Manager Wang, are you objecting to this penalty?" Han Xiangning suddenly looked up.

It's just a revocation of the Seaman's Certificate, at worst we can simply hire a few certified people to work.

The common saying goes, no beating, no dealing.

Wang Xingchang decided to take this opportunity to build a good relationship with Port Supervision and the police, and quickly said, "No objections, if there are regulations, then proceed with the revocation."

Han Xiangning nodded satisfactorily and continued to go through the details with him one by one.

A familiar and pleasant "reset" sound signifies an exciting moment is finally here!

Old Jiang watched Director Han's hand swiftly tapping on the calculator, continuously hearing the sounds of "add", "add", "add".

Meanwhile, Jin Weiguo also completed the penalty notice.

"Manager Wang, twenty-one violations, a combined penalty of 23,400 yuan, take a look first, there's a calculator here too if you need to calculate."

"No need to look or calculate."

"You should at least look at it, it needs your signature."

"Alright then."

Wang Xingchang and a few friends bought a very professional large dredging vessel.

Large investments yield large returns; it can dredge five hundred tons of river sand per hour, totaling over ten thousand tons in a day and a night. Calculated at sixteen yuan per ton wholesale price, deducting various expenses, they could earn over one hundred thousand in a day and night, practically like a money printing machine.

Wang Xingchang didn't want to delay earning money, he pretended to glance over a stack of penalty notices, and immediately pulled out a large bag, taking out three stacks of hundred yuan bills.

"Manager Wang, what are you doing?"

"Paying the fine. Director Han, I know you have to enforce the law impartially, and I'm cooperating."

Wang Xingchang hurriedly counted the money, then suddenly smiled and said, "Director Han, Director Han, I know you have a penalty quota. Why not check if I have other violations? Feel free to fine more, it's okay, and don't worry if there are receipts or not."

Han Xiangning, who prided himself on being unmatched in issuing penalties, couldn't believe someone was actually asking to be fined more, and was momentarily stunned.

It was also the first time for Jin Weiguo to encounter such a joyful owner of the penalized vessel, watching the sand mining boss who couldn't bother counting anymore simply place thirty thousand yuan in front of Han Xiangning, feeling everything was so surreal.

Han Yu had just experienced how generous three small bosses who switched from fishing to sand mining could be, thinking that a big boss would naturally be more generous, sitting aside, smiling without a word.

Han Xiangning quickly recovered his composure, gently pushing the money back towards Wang Xingchang, "Manager Wang, we will enforce exactly how we should, not a penny more."

"Director Han, it's just a few thousand yuan, really no worries, consider it a donation to your Port Supervision Department!"

"What do you mean no worries, if I accept this, or if I don't give you a receipt for the penalty, then I will be in trouble."

"Okay, then let me count again, that's twenty-three thousand four hundred, right?"

"No need to count now, just put the money away."

"Not fining anymore? My boat has so many violations, how can it not be fined!"

Voluntarily requesting to be fined, even wanting to be fined more, what kind of situation is this, who could believe such a person exists... Old Jiang was dumbstruck and could not believe someone viewed money as so trivial.

Han Xiangning turned to look at Han Yu, smiling as he explained, "Manager Wang, by regulations, we're only authorized to impose penalties of less than two thousand yuan. The penalty notices Director Jin and I have just issued require approval from our superior."

"Director Han, I don't understand…"

"It's not complicated, we have to submit for approval first, wait for the superior to approve, then you can pay the fine."

"When would that be?"

"One week."

Wait a week, what a joke!

Wang Xingchang composed himself, grinned and said, "Director Han, how about I just leave the money with you, and once the superior approves, you can help me to submit it directly?"

Han Xiangning immediately said without hesitation, "That won't work, the fine must be paid by you personally, and not to me, but to the bank."

"Pay the fine at the bank?"

"That's a requirement from our superior, our Port Supervision Bureau has a special account in the bank. Once the decision is approved by the superior, I will arrange for staff to inform you without delay; you go to the bank to pay the fine and get a receipt from the bank to come to our Port Supervision Department and collect your boat."

Wang Xingchang with a troubled expression asked, "The boat has to be detained for a week?"

Han Xiangning well aware that he was eager to get the boat out to make big money, said nonchalantly, "Manager Wang, your boat presently lacks the necessary documentation; even if there were no relevant regulations, you couldn't sail away now."

"Why can't it sail?"

"You need to expedite the paperwork, not to mention insurance; without insurance how could I let you go? What if a traffic accident happens on the river!"

"Can't you make an exception?"

"This isn't about making exceptions; if I let you sail away, I'd be neglecting my duty."

"Director Han, I have great respect for you."

"Thank you, I respect you too. Director Han, please pour a cup of tea for Manager Wang."

"Of course."

Han Yu just stood up when Old Jiang, hearing the underlying meaning in Manager Wang's words, immediately said, "Director Han, I'll pour it."

"Okay."

Han Yu sat down again, and moving his chair closer to the desk, looked up and said, "Manager Wang, Director Han and Director Jin are not deliberately making things difficult for you, but are enforcing the law impartially, I hope you understand."

Wang Xingchang realizing that just being proactive about paying the fines wouldn't solve the problem, simply got up, walked over and closed the door, then turned around and said, "Director Han, Director Han, Director Jin, I live in Yingchuan Port, not far from here, my brother and brother-in-law both work in government departments, we're practically family here, could you do me a favor, maybe become friends."

"What kind of favor do you hope for?"

"It's inconvenient to talk here, it's getting dark, could we have the honor of sharing a meal together?"