Jiang Ziqiang also heard Yang Fei’s implication and pondered: “We can’t control this matter, we won’t be so unlucky, right?”

Yang Fei said: "These are small things, but if the time of the incident is not coincidental, it may be big things."

Jiang Ziqiang said: "Yes, it's just a landslide. Leaders like Wang Haijun may not know about it at ordinary times, so someone will deal with it."

Yang Fei said: "You said, do you want to remind him?"

Jiang Ziqiang said: "Of course it's good to remind me. Be careful of sailing for ten thousand years. Wang Haijun is a pretty good person and will not think we are too stingy."

Yang Fei nodded, and had a scheming in his heart. He hung up the phone and called Wang Haijun again, but no one answered.

It's so late, what is Wang Haijun doing?

Yang Fei stood up and said, "I'll go out, you don't have to follow me."

An Ran took the umbrella and said, "It's raining heavily outside, be careful."

Yang Fei took the umbrella and said, "I'm nearby."

He came out, opened his umbrella and walked towards the front of the hotel.

As soon as I arrived at the pavilion, I heard a whimpering cry.

Yang Fei looked at him in surprise and saw a woman holding her knees and huddling in the corner of the pavilion. Her long hair covered her face, but Yang Fei still recognized that it was Chuchu.

The wind and rain were very strong, the pavilion was very small, and it could not stop the rain at all. She had become a chicken that fell into a soup.

Yang Fei ignored her, came to the front desk and asked, "Do you know the phone number of Wangshi Office?"

The person in charge of the evening shift was an employee who had just changed. She had never seen Yang Fei before and said, "Wang Shi? Who are you? How do you ask about the phone number of the leader's office?"

Yang Fei was stunned and thought to himself, yes, if Wang Shi’s phone number was so easy to reveal, it would be amazing.

The front desk looked at Yang Fei alertly: "Comrade, please show your ID card."

Yang Fei was stunned: "I didn't bring it."

The front desk said: "Are you a resident of our place?"

"certainly."

"Which room? I'll check it."

"Well, backyard, Building 3."

"No. 3 Villa? No, right? Who are you scared? Only the leaders from the province are qualified to move in. Not to mention a young man like you, even an official below the department is not qualified to live!"

Yang Fei frowned, and was about to ask someone about Wang Haijun's office phone number.

At this time, the hotel manager came over and saw Yang Fei, he smiled and said, "Oh, Mr. Yang, are you still going out so late?"

Yang Fei said: "You came just right. Do you know the phone number of Wangshi Office?"

The manager said, "I know, wait a moment, I'll copy it to you."

When the front desk heard this, he said in a daze: "Manager, who is he?"

The manager said: "This is our VIP guest in Jixi, Mr. Yang Fei and Yang! Did your foreman not tell you? You must do your best to serve Mr. Yang's daily life!"

The front desk yelled, his head numb, his tone tightened, he bowed and apologized, and said in a vain, "I'm sorry, Mr. Yang, I didn't know it was you just now."

When the manager heard this, he glared and said, "You have offended Mr. Yang? What did you do to you, a little comrade! Believe it or not, I will fire you?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The front desk was nervous and aggrieved, and tears were rolling in his eyes.

Yang Fei said gently: "She is not wrong. She doesn't know who I am, so of course she can't give the leader's phone number casually. Manager, forget it."

The manager laughed and said, "Mr. Yang is so generous!"

He copied the phone number and handed it to Yang Fei, and smiled and said, "Wang Shi seems to be still in a meeting."

Yang Fei said: "What's going to be so late?"

"The big guys in the city have all gone, Xu Ji convened."

"Oh." Yang Fei thought to himself, even if Wang Haijun was in a meeting, would his secretary not answer the phone?

The manager said with a compliment: "Do you want me to go to the commission office?"

Yang Fei said: "It's so heavy rain, no need to. I'll call him later."

The manager said: "Okay, Mr. Yang has something to do, just give me instructions."

As soon as Yang Fei turned around, he heard the manager scolding someone: "Can you be more careful? Fortunately, Mr. Yang is generous today, otherwise you would have lost your job! Even Xu Ji and Wang Shi treat Mr. Yang as a Bodhisattva, and you dare to offend him..."

When passing by the pavilion, Yang Fei took a look over there and saw Chuchu still huddling in the corner, but there was no crying.

After hesitating slightly, Yang Fei walked over and patted her shoulder gently.

Chuchu didn't move.

Yang Fei smiled and said, "Hey, are you asleep? Your body is completely wet, and you will be frozen when you sleep here."

Chuchu still doesn't move.

Yang Fei was shocked and reached out to touch her forehead. The tentacles were as hot as a soldering iron.

With the glimmer of light, when she looked at her face again, it turned pale and completely lost her previous prettyness.

Yang Fei patted her face: "Hey, wake up!"

Chuchu was stunned.

Yang Fei picked her up, strode back to the door, and kicked the door with his feet.

Xiang Qiao opened the door and saw the boss holding a woman back. He was about to ask, but he heard Yang Fei say, "She is unconscious. You ask the front desk to make a bowl of ginger soup, and ask them to send some hot food. It's better if there are antipyretics."

Xiang Qiao said oh, turned around and called.

Yang Fei put Chuchu on the sofa and said to An Ran: "Okay, you police officer can do good things."

An Ran glanced at Chuchu and said, "Is she hungry?"

Xiang Qiao put down the phone and asked, "Hungry? How can you still make people faint from hunger these days?"

An Ran said: "I heard from my old police that they used to be on a business trip and waited for a fugitive. The fugitive rushed into the deep mountains and forests. The police followed them in. As a result, they had been cut off for two days. A young comrade could not eat wild things and fainted from hunger."

Xiang Qiao said, "Is that so? Then it's impossible for her to not eat for two days, right?"

An Ran said: "She is hungry and tired, she is wet and has a high fever."

Yang Fei said: "I really didn't see it. You still understand medicine."

An Ran said: "You are right, my grandfather is an old Chinese doctor."

Yang Fei laughed and said, "No wonder."

After a while, the front desk brought antipyretics, hot soup and cooked food, and asked diligently whether Mr. Yang needed other services?

Yang Fei waved his hand and said thank you for your hard work, saying that he would call you when needed.

Under the care of Anran, Chuchu woke up slowly. She was so white that she said weakly: "Where am I? It's you, thank you."

An Ran said: "What's wrong with you? Why did you faint?"

"I don't know." Chuchu said, "I have hypoglycemia. Maybe I haven't eaten for a day."

An Ran said, "Then why don't you eat?"

Chuchu said: "In order to wait for Mr. Yang, I was afraid that I would miss him as soon as I turned around. I knew you were leaving tomorrow. If you don't meet again today, I wouldn't be able to complete the task."

Yang Fei sneered: "Didn't you just say that you have only been waiting for more than two hours?"

Chuchu said: "Actually, I'll wait for you for one day. I came in the morning. The front desk said that you came back at noon and I never dared to leave."

Yang Fei did plan to come back at noon, so he asked the hotel to prepare meals, but the temporary itinerary has changed.

An Ran shook her head and said, "You are stupid. You don't want your life for work?"

Yang Fei said lightly: "If you knew how much money the company would make in this business, you wouldn't say this."
Chapter completed!