Perfect Feast

Inside the Public Security Bureau, as soon as Liu Yang, Meng Sisi, and Hu Xiaohong entered Zhang Xianyang's office, the scene in front of them made the three feel puzzled at the same time.

The person sitting behind Zhang Xianyang's large desk representing the authority of the director is actually Zhao Jingjing, and Zhang Xianyang looks like a subordinate who came to report to the director, sitting on the chair opposite the big desk.

Seeing Liu Yang coming in, a smile flashed on Zhao Jingjing's face, but she pouted and turned her head.

Zhang Xianyang, however, seemed to be obviously relieved, stood up with a smile on his face and greeted him, and stretched out his hands all the way: Ah, my Liu Shu. Ji, I'm looking forward to you...

While shaking hands with Zhang Xianyang, Liu Yang asked strangely: You know I'm coming? Are you expecting me to come? Director Zhang, is this not the truth?

Sincerely and sincerely, there is no falsehood. After speaking, Zhang Xianyang turned his head to look at Zhao Jingjing, who was sitting firmly behind his big desk, and said with a wry smile: Liu Shu. Secretary, you said Mr. Zhao is here with me. , can you not come over?

Liu Yang smiled and said, Oh? Could it be that my wife's business matters have involved me? Then you can arrange for the police to go to Binhai to arrest me.

The wry smile on Zhang Xianyang's face became stronger: Ah, my secretary Liu, brother Liu, don't make fun of me, okay? I...I always wanted to send Mr. Zhao back, but she just didn't want to Come on, what do you want me to do?

At this time, Zhao Jingjing raised her head suddenly, looked at Zhang Xianyang and said, You don't let Xiaoping go, I won't leave.

Zhang Xianyang turned his face to Zhao Jingjing again, seeing how he bowed and bowed, he almost knelt down to Zhao Jingjing: Mr. Can't talk? Director Jiang Dadong directly accepts the command from above, and now he doesn't listen to what I say as the director, you say this... what do you think I can do?

Boss Zhang, is it wrong for you to speak like this? Liu Yang said in an indifferent way at this time: You are the chief, and the deputy chief doesn't listen to you? Who will believe this?

In fact, there is nothing unreliable in this at all. Even if Liu Yang is the secretary of the municipal party committee, he dare not say that the deputy secretary of the municipal party committee, the mayor and the deputy mayor listen to him. By saying that, he was deliberately running on Zhang Xianyang.

At the same time, he felt even more strange, not knowing what Zhang Xianyang was doing.

Speaking of which, the matter is not complicated. Liu Yang didn't know it all the way. After Fang Yuzhu's phone call, the military division dispatched a battalion of troops. One of the company's soldiers was fully armed and shot the policemen of the Houhu branch.

After Zhang Xianyang got the news, he was in a state of confusion. Fortunately, he didn't blindly follow and participate in this matter. As soon as Zhao Jingjing was brought back to the Public Security Bureau, he told Jiang Dadong that he would interrogate Zhao Jingjing himself. And Jiang Dadong was also surprisingly cooperative in this matter, but he made a request to Zhang Xianyang: Unplug the phone line in your office, and don't let her leak the news.

Zhang Xianyang still understood the meaning of these words.

Jiang Dadong was telling him clearly: Director Zhang, I know what you think, but I'm actually not prepared to deal with Mr. Zhao. Neither you nor I are qualified to deal with her. Don't you want to be a fool? If Zhao Jingjing wins, you are the hero of escort. If I win here, you are the vanguard of the 'interrogation' of Zhao Jingjing. Okay, I can give you this face, but you can't ruin my business.

So, after Zhang Xianyang brought Zhao Jingjing into his office, he asked two policewomen to watch Zhao Jingjing drink tea without interrogation or questioning.

However, when he learned that the provincial military region had dispatched troops, he immediately understood that the battle had already been won. It is estimated that some soldiers will come to the city bureau in a while, and maybe the door of his office will be double guarded by soldiers.

At this time, Zhang Xianyang said that he wanted to send Zhao Jingjing out of here.

Although Zhao Jingjing didn't know about the changes, she wasn't so honest, allowing the other party to arrest and let go as soon as they said they wanted.

One of the two wanted to send it off, and the other was determined not to leave. At this time, Liu Yang brought Hu Xiaohong and Meng Sisi over. Zhang Xianyang naturally welcomed Liu Yang inside as if he had seen his relatives.

He thought that Liu Yang had just arrived in Shicheng, and he thought that this master flew over in a hurry when he heard that his wife had an accident in Shicheng, so he must have not figured out the situation.

Taking advantage of his eagerness to care about his wife's safety, he said to let them go, so Liu Yang couldn't persuade Zhao Jingjing to leave quickly? Unexpectedly, not only did Liu Yang not persuade Zhao Jingjing, but instead he spoke with sarcasm, implying that he was just a puppet in the city bureau.

Zhang Xianyang's face turned red, and he said in a low voice: Secretary Liu was joking, it's not that Director Jiang didn't listen to me, but that he directly accepted the special task assigned by the superior. The special case must be a special case. It is only responsible to the superior leaders, and does not need to report to me, the bureau chief.

Liu Yang rolled his eyes and asked with a smile: Oh? I don't know which big leader can directly command Director Dongjiang? Is it Director Gu or the strict secretary of your Political and Legal Committee?

Liu Yang's words obviously contained the elements of digging a hole, Zhang Xianyang stammered with sweat all over his head: This...Only Director Jiang knows about this matter, I just...I don't know...

This guy is still holding a fluke in his heart until now. Liu Yang ignored him, but waved to Zhao Jingjing: Honey, let's go.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Jingjing didn't give Liu Yang any face at all, and said crisply: I won't leave, they won't let Xiaoping go, I won't leave.

Hu Xiaohong walked to Zhao Jingjing's side, lowered her voice, and said a few words into Zhao Jingjing's ear, Zhao Jingjing stood up in surprise and said, What you said is true?

Hu Xiaohong nodded, and Zhao Jingjing turned her scrutinizing eyes to Liu Yang again. Seeing Liu Yang nodding to herself, Zhao Jingjing reached out and picked up the small bag on Zhang Xianyang's desk, and walked towards the door with her slender waist twisted.

When passing by Meng Sisi, Zhao Jingjing stopped involuntarily, looked at her and asked, Meng Sisi, you seem to be classmates with him, don't you?

Liu Yang's body trembled, and only then did he realize that Zhao Jingjing was actually very clear about his affairs. Meng Sisi lowered her head and nodded awkwardly.

Zhao Jingjing didn't say anything, just walked past Meng Sisi with a small bag on her shoulders.

By the lakeside of Houhu Lake, the temperature is already a bit cool.

An old man with gray hair was sitting on a stone bench by the shore, his eyes were looking straight ahead, and he was holding a crutch in his thin palm. Because of the force, the veins on the back of the hand protruded slightly, like the roots of an old tree exposed to the ground.

Beside him, two men in suits stood on one left and one on the right. The one on the left is about fifty years old, and the one on the right looks younger, but he is past the age of no doubt.

At this time, the man in his fifties was bending over, talking to the old man. The old man withdrew his gaze and shook his head decisively.

The man's face turned pale and gray: Father, I'm really not willing to let it go like this...

Are you not reconciled? The old man said, turning his head slowly, and two lightning-like eyes fixed on him: What are you not reconciled to? Are you willing to continue to sit in this position without being disturbed by others? Fuck it to the end? Or are you still not reconciled to being thrown into prison yet?

Father... The man was talking when the phone in his pocket rang suddenly. After taking it out to answer the call, the man's eyes showed a look of panic.

What?... the old man asked calmly.

The man said in a low tone: Pan... Pan Enqun informed me to go to a meeting... The old man's arm holding the cane trembled slightly, and asked in a low voice, Did he call himself?

The man said softly: Yes... He said that the matter is urgent and you must not be absent...

What are you afraid of? Looking at him, the light in the eyes of the old man flowed, and slowly returned to the cloudy look: What did you do? Didn't you do nothing? Go to the meeting. When the time comes, Pan Enqun No matter what, you just express your support...

The man yelled again: Father...

Now I know I'm afraid? What did you do earlier? When will you really listen to what I say? There are some things you can do, and some things you can't do. Now that old man is still alive and well, and you guys are going to touch him My sweetheart... When the old man said this, he raised his hand violently, and the crutch in his hand flew out with a whoosh.

With a sound of Boom, the crutch fell into the water, sank and undulated with the ripples of the lake, but finally floated on the water and did not sink.

Eat a pit and gain a wisdom, but this time the price will not be small, but Lao Han and I are not dead yet... The old man said, pointing to the walking stick floating on the lake: Just Just like this crutch, ups and downs are not scary, as long as you can float up in the end, you can still enjoy the scenery of the lake and mountains...

Father, I understand...

The old man took a deep look at him, shook his head and said, It's good if you really understand! To do things, you have to see through the appearance and see through the essence of things. People like Xiaosan of the Han family seem to have deep scheming, but in fact they have great ambitions and few talents. At best, he is just a Zhao Kuo who can only talk on paper, and he can't make a big deal. It's strange if you are with this kind of person and you don't make trouble.

The man lowered his head and said nothing. Han Jianping is Zhao Kuo, so what is he? Are you Ma Su? !

The old man looked at him and couldn't help but sighed: I know, you are still unconvinced in your heart, and always feel that you are just a little bit unlucky. But have you ever thought about it? Why are you so unlucky so many times? What? Conspiracy can be divided into conspiracy and conspiracy. It is not a means of speaking, but the heart of speaking... You go, if you can figure it out sometime, maybe luck will be on your side...! !