"Uncle, Dazhi has been absent from work for several days, and he didn't say a word to me. I asked his colleagues around, and they also have no idea. As far as I know, comrade Zheng Dazhi is usually a very responsible person, what happened this time... Could something have happened at home, or is he feeling unwell? If there's any hardship at home, just speak up, and the station will try to take care of it."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Sanpao twisted his hands nervously and rubbed them nonstop. Even he, simple as he might be, knew something had happened; Zheng Dazhi wasn't at home that was for sure, but he wasn't in the station either, so where could he have gone?
"Director, this... Dazhi isn't at home either!"
Zheng Sanpao sounded somewhat anxious. Cheng Gong quickly laughed and said, "Look at what you're saying, I'm just a little police station director, definitely not some high-ranking bureau chief."
