Jinzhou City Special Police Brigade

Yang Luo looked at the captain of the special police team, Zhuang Yang, who was 34 or 5 years old, 1.8 meters tall, with a square face, a little dark skin, and the muscles hidden under the police uniform were full of explosive power.

"Has been a soldier?"

Zhuang Yang saluted Yang Luo and Lu Qiang, "Yes!"

Yang Luo nodded: "Hello, my name is Yang Luo."

Zhuang Yang stretched out his hand and Yang Luo. Lu Qiang shook it and said with a smile: "Director Lu! Director Yang! Welcome to guide the work."

Lu Qiang waved his hands: "Don't come these fake ones. You have received orders from Comrade Yang Luo in charge of the special police team."

Zhuang Yang said: "I knew it a long time ago, we have been waiting for Director Yang to guide the work."

Yang Luo smiled and said, "Director Lu said, don't come here for these things. You kid are really committing crimes against the wind."

Zhuang Yang didn't expect that Yang Luo was so easy-going that he actually joked with him, and his courage became enormous. "Director Yang, you are the leader. You can be said to be busy every day. How could you come to us if you are so busy? Since you are here, of course you are going to check the work."

Yang Luo said: "I did a lot of things today, and I don't talk much anymore. We have time to talk in the future. You can select 22 team members with excellent physical fitness and report to the bureau tomorrow morning."

Zhuang Yang's eyes lit up, "Director Yang! Is there a task?"

Yang Luo turned around and walked out, "You will know then."

After getting in the car, Lu Qiang asked, "Now go to the anti-gang brigade or the riot brigade?"

Yang Luo pondered for a moment, "I won't go anymore. Cai Liang was in charge of anti-gang and explosion prevention for so long. It's impossible for him to have no confidant. Now I don't have time to pull them out. Let them sit on the bench and wait for a month before talking about it."

Lu Qiang parked his car in front of a small restaurant, "Aren't you afraid of those little girls with talented people?"

Yang Luo pouted, "I was really worried when I didn't see them, but after seeing them, this worry was gone."

"Why?" Lu Qiang asked.

"Think about it, girls and have high education, why do they volunteer to join the Women's Riot brigade?"

Lu Qiang shook his head, Yang Luo said with a smile: "Love beauty and vanity is the nature of girls, but they struggle in the dusty training ground every day for a belief, a belief called justice. Do you think a group of girls who are overwhelmed with justice and do not vanity will be bribed by Cailiang?"

Lu Qiang pushed open the car door and got out of the car, "I feel more and more that you are scary."

Yang Luo laughed: "I said to Director Lu, I'm just analyzing it. What's so scary about this?" The two of them said and walked into the small hotel.

Since it was working hours, Lu Qiang did not drink, and Yang Luo didn't care about it, but it was not interesting to drink alone, so he just ate some food and drove back to the municipal bureau.

Yang Luo had just walked into the office when the phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was white silk.

"What! Your station has made a decision to deal with you so quickly?"

Bai Juan's voice was a little hoarse, "Pang Yu and I were fired."

"Oh?" Yang Luo raised his eyebrows, "The paper mill said he wanted to sue you, is there any news?"

"Not this yet!"

"Well! You and Pang Yu came to the municipal bureau to find me and brought the video and manuscripts of your interview with the paper mill." After that, he hung up the phone without waiting for Bai Juan to speak.

More than twenty minutes later, Bai Juan and Pang Yu knocked on the door and walked in, "Brother Yang!" Pang Yu walked in and shouted. Bai Juan's eyes were red, and she was obviously crying again.

Yang Luo sighed, stood up and said, "Let's go!"

"Where to go?" Bai Juan asked.

"The place that makes you proud." Yang Luo's words made them a little confused, but when they saw that Yang Luo was unwilling to say more, they did not dare to ask again, but just followed Yang Luo in a depressed manner.

Yang Luo came to Lu Qiang's office, "I'll go out to do something and come back tomorrow morning."

Lu Qiang glanced at Yang Luo: "Why are you so disciplined today? You actually came to ask me for leave." Yang Luo curled his lips, turned around and walked out.

Yang Luo drove straight to the Beijing-Shenzhen Expressway and arrived in Beijing at around 3:00 in the afternoon. After more than an hour, Yang Luo parked his car in the parking lot of the Book Building.

"Get out!" Yang Luo pushed open the car door and said.

Bai Juan and Pang Yu didn't say anything along the way. They got out of the car and looked up at the book building, muttering in their hearts: "What are you doing here?"

Just when they were stunned, Yang Luo had already walked a long way and the two of them hurriedly chased after him.

Less than a hundred meters away, Yang Luo stood in front of several ground floor office buildings. Bai Juan and Pang Yu came close to see clearly that these buildings were built from east to west, and there was an elegant courtyard in the north. At the entrance of the courtyard, there was a pomegranate tree full of green fruits, and there were flowers and plants in the courtyard. A cement pavement continued to extend under their feet to the courtyard dozens of meters away. On both sides of the road were pine, cypress and cypress.

Yang Luo led them along the cement road to the courtyard. When Bai Juan and Pang Yu saw the plaques hanging on both sides of the gate of the courtyard, their hearts beat rapidly.

On the left is the "Communist Communist Party of China | Central Committee of the Party." On the right is the "Propaganda Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China."

Seeing Yang Luo going inside, Bai Juan grabbed him, "Brother Yang, what are you doing here?"

Yang Luo snorted coldly: "You were kicked out by the provincial station. I will let you join CCTV and slap them in the face and vent your anger."

Bai Juan suddenly covered his mouth and looked at Yang Luo in disbelief, while Pang Yu also stared at him blankly, then looked at the courtyard in front of him.

"What are you looking at? Let's go." Before he took two steps, he was stopped by the guards, "Comrade! Please show your ID."

Yang Luo said: "My name is Yang Luo. I have made an appointment with your minister. You can call and ask."

The guard looked at Yang Luo suspiciously, walked back and made a phone call, but after a short while, he came back and said politely: "Mr. Yang, the minister is in the room in the middle and the office in the innermost right."

Yang Luo came to the office of the Minister of Propaganda Department and walked in without even knocking on the door. Song Shengjie, the Minister of Propaganda Department of Propaganda Department, was in his fifties, with a little gray hair, and was sitting there looking at the documents. Hearing the sound of the door, he raised his head and smiled when he saw Yang Luo.

"You kid, apart from calling me some time ago, I haven't come for a long time, and it's a lot quieter here."

Yang Luo walked over and sat on his desk. He saw a pack of cigarettes on it and frowned. He picked up the cigarette and put it in his pocket.

"Uncle Song! Your trachea is not good, why are you still smoking?"

Song Shengjie said: "I am so old, don't drink alcohol, don't you let me smoke some cigarettes?"

Yang Luo shook his head helplessly: "Does Xiaodong often come back to see you?"

Song Shengjie sighed, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes, "I come back twice a year and look at his mother. I don't say a word to me. After so many years, I still refuse to forgive me."

Yang Luo said: "Give me his phone number, and we haven't been in contact for a long time."

Song Shengjie took out a business card in the drawer, and Yang Luo took it over and took a look: "Song Jundong, chairman of Meiqi Cosmetics Co., Ltd., it seems that this kid is doing well there." After that, he walked out.

Bai Juan and Pang Yu were standing there nervously. Song Shengjie looked at them and smiled: "Sit down! Don't stand there." Then he called the secretary and made two cups of tea.

Yang Luo called Song Jundong with a phone number, but it didn't take long to connect to the other side.

"Hello! I am Song Jundong."

"Dongzi! Long time no see."

There was a silence in the earpiece, and after a while, a hesitant voice came: "You are"

"It seems that your life is quite comfortable now. Is your skin itchy again?"

"Boss! Where are you now?" Song Jundong's voice seemed very excited.

"I'm here with you, I just talked about you." Yang Luo sighed when he said this, "Dongzi! There are no parents in the world. After so many years of things, let him go if he should go. Besides, you are already with Le Rong now, what else can't be ignored? Uncle Song is old, and you really want him to go into the coffin with regret."

There was a silence in the receiver, and Yang Luo continued, "Come back in the past two days and bring Le Rong back."

There was still no sound in the receiver, and Yang Luo raised his eyebrows: "Did you hear the fuck I'm talking?"

"I heard that, let's make arrangements tomorrow and go back the day after tomorrow." As soon as Yang Luo finished speaking, Song Jundong replied hurriedly.

Yang Luo smiled and said, "That's right. Come back and have a good chat with the old man. No matter what, he is yours."

"Boss! When did you come back?"

"It's been a long time, at Jinzhou Public Security Bureau, go to my place after I come back."

"Okay! I will definitely go."

Yang Luo didn't say anything, hung up the phone and walked back.

Song Shengjie looked at Yang Luo with a little eager look, and Yang Luo nodded: "He said he would come back the day after tomorrow and bring Le Rong back."

Song Shengjie showed a hint of undetectable smile on his face, and Yang Luo said: "Dongzi is your son. Don't you know his temper yet? That is the one who decided to go all the way to the point of being in a bad mood. You shouldn't have opposed him and Le Rong back then. Besides, you shouldn't have the idea of ​​being a good match."

Song Shengjie said: "When did I say I want to be a good match? I objected because they were still in school at that time." When Song Shengjie said this, he seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Yang Luo without blinking, making the boy feel terrified, "Why are you watching me like this?"

"When I found out that he was in love, he criticized him. His reaction was not fierce at that time. But the next day he came back and argued with me, and then said he wanted to leave the house. I got angry and drove him out. It was not until a week later that he called his mother and said he was in Fujian. At that time, he was still in school and was afraid of me. Why did he suddenly have the courage to argue with me and leave as soon as he said he could go? Now I finally figured it out that it must be your kid who was doing it, so I would support him in the back."

Yang Luo smashed his mouth and rubbed his nose and changed the topic very smartly, "Uncle Song, I'm here to have something to do and ask you for help."

Song Shengjie had no way to deal with Yang Luo, "Tell me! What's the matter!"
Chapter completed!