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-torge city capable ofpeting with provincial capitals. Shuanghu District is a rtively 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 ce 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 urate, 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 tough, 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, potentiallynding 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 hismand, no longer posing any substantial pressure.


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


    To be aware, Huating Fisheries Company is an established powerhousepany 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 residentses 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!


    Howe this guy, who had been on the scene for only a short time, could so easily be 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.


    That''s why one should never get stuck in a rut; being narrow-minded is like practicing the technique of ''Seven Injuries Fist,'' first injuring oneself before hurting others. If one''s skill isn''t proficient, one might end up hurting oneself severely before even touching another. As Zhou Jin pondered this, he felt a heavy pressure in his chest, as if a stone were lying on him. He hurriedly took out some strong medication and swallowed it, thus avoiding another public incident of vomiting blood.


    Since they were under the public eye on stage receiving awards, although both had their own thoughts, there was no chance for conversation. Their eyes briefly met, and each had their own contemtions and emotions.


    Behind District Organization Department Minister He, two ceremonial ushers followed onto the stage, awarding the Model Workers one by one.


    "Comrade Zhou Jin, outstanding private entrepreneur, founder of Huating Fisheries Company, skilled in aquaculture, a major taxpayer, enriching the food baskets of the citizens..."


    "Comrade Li Dazhuang, an eighth-grade machinist, dedicated for decades at the grassroots level, diligently contributing withoutint..."


    "Comrade Suming, an outstanding core staff member of the zoo, an exceptional animal conservation worker, a Guinness World Records creator..."


    As Mr. He handed out awards, the big screen in the auditorium disyed an introduction of the corresponding Model Worker.


    When Suming was introduced as a ''Guinness World Record Creator,'' the severalrge characters caught the attention of quite a few people in the audience.


    There are district model workers every year, which honestly, is just a regional award. The Guinness World Records, on the other hand, are unique and global. The two are iparable.


    After Mr. Sun finished the opening speech, he took a seat in the middle of the first row of the audience and turned to Mr. Yang, who was sitting beside him, whispering with a smile, "No wonder both the zoo and Mr. Wang rmended this Comrade Suming. It turns out he''s a world champion."


    Mr. Sun and Mr. Yang are the top two officials of Shuanghu District, having coborated for many years and maintaining a good personal rtionship. Mr. Yangughed and said, "Exactly! You just returned from an inspection yesterday, so you probably haven''t watched TV. The award ceremony by Guinness for him was very grand; it''s be a major event for our city!"


    Mr. Sun''s expression became serious, "Oh? I need to see that to avoid embarrassment at the meeting in the city this afternoon if the leaders ask about it and I don''t know." He turned and ordered the person behind him, "Mr. Wang, when you go back, get me the video of Suming''s Guinness award presentation to watch."


    ...


    The award ceremony wasn''t long,sting 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 ns 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 be Suming''s personal bodyguard. Clothes make the man, and Su Meng, already very masculine and tall, was now dressed in a sharp ck suit, making him look like one of the Central Security Bureau Bodyguards standing at the entrance of the district government building, drawing curious nces 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 ackey to open the door.


    After thest 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 thest 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 surveince cameras everywhere, and since they were within the district governmentpound, 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 pointedment, "Mr. Su, how''s the fish farming goingtely?"


    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.