Thud.
Thud-thud-thud.
The dull sound of gongs rang out precisely at 10:30 in the morning, right outside the gates of the Ningtai County Police Bureau.
Corresponding to the sound of drums and gongs were dozens of community members, holding brocade banners in formation, carrying offering tables with fruits displayed, all set up as if preparing offerings for an ancestral matriarch.
Director Guan Xi, in the middle of a meeting, frowned slightly and stood by the window to take a closer look before asking in a soft voice, "What's happening?"
"They're presenting Jiang Yuan with brocade banners." Huang Qiangmin, who had received news of this in advance, was also somewhat surprised and chuckled, "They asked me about it, and I told them presenting banners is a good thing. I didn't expect they would go to this extent, making it quite the spectacle."