Huhua President

Half an hour later, her phone rang. She picked it up to look, and answered: "How about Xiao Zhou, is there anything wrong, no, no suspicious person, um, okay."

After thinking for a while, he hung up the phone again: "Secretary Hong..."

"Xiao Song, is Secretary Hong there?" Zhou Yutian asked.

"Secretary Zhou, Secretary Hong is waiting for you." Hearing Zhou Yutian's voice, Song Wenfeng, who was immersed in sorting out the materials, quickly raised his head and said respectfully.

After making Zhou Yu sweet, Song Wenfeng made a cup of tea and brought it in.

"The secretary appeared on my balcony this morning." Zhou Yutian handed the arranged materials to Hong Shengtian.

Hong Shengtian took the material and flipped through it while asking, "Have you confirmed the authenticity of the material?"

"The written materials have not been confirmed, but the audio and video materials have been confirmed and are true." Zhou Yutian said.

Hong Shengtian watched quietly, his face livid, getting more and more ugly, and then he slapped the table heavily, and said seriously: "After you go back, immediately organize elite troops and implement the above materials. Investigate everything to the end."

"That person up there." Zhou Yutian said hesitantly.

"Follow the organizational procedures and keep confidentiality."

"Yes."

After taking the order, Zhou Yutian, Secretary of the Commission for Discipline Inspection, took his leave and left.

Looking at the materials on the table, Hong Shengtian thought for a while, then picked up the red phone on the desk and dialed it.

Zhang Wenyong drove his Passat to the health bureau on time as usual.

These days, he has been quite depressed, without the chic and high-spiritedness of the past.Director Du Lin's actions are constantly reducing his strength, and many of his subordinates have been transferred to irrelevant positions, and some people have even been invited to drink tea by relevant departments.This greatly reduced his prestige in the Health Bureau, so he simply asked for a few days off work, so that he could see nothing.

He walked out of the cab with some exhaustion, stretched his waist, and cursed proudly in his heart, this little goblin, thinking of the graceful figure who flirted with him yesterday, thinking of the feeling of sex, the gloomy feeling in his heart is also gone. It disappeared, and the footsteps couldn't help being much lighter.

Zhang Wenyong smiled and greeted the staff next to him, but to his surprise, these staff did not greet him with the same respect and enthusiasm as usual, but avoided them like a plague god. It also lost the enthusiasm it used to have.Some people even pointed behind his back, which made Zhang Wenyong a little annoyed, and his mood sank immediately after he relaxed.

When he arrived at the office, the secretary had already made tea, sorted the newspapers into different categories, and placed them in the upper right corner of the desk. Although we have entered the information age, Zhang Wenyong still likes to read newspapers and the smell of ink on them. And the sound of "crash clatter" when flipping through the newspaper.

"Xiao Liu, come here." Zhang Wenyong picked up the phone and said.

"Boss Zhang." Secretary Xiao Liu came in after a while and asked respectfully.

"What happened?" Zhang Wenyong asked, the strange look of the staff just now made him a little uneasy.

"Director, this..." the secretary said hesitantly.

"Say." Seeing the secretary's expression, his heart skipped a beat, wondering if something really happened during his absence.