Many people do not have the habit of reading newspapers, and Liu Gen is one of them.
Does Ren Xiaoyao read newspapers? Even if he has the habit of reading newspapers, does he read them page by page?
Liu Gen's mind was spinning rapidly. Officials like Ren Xiaoyao could not sit in the office and make a cup of tea and read newspapers like ordinary civil servants who had nothing to do. Since he was a leader, he should pretend to be a leader in front of his subordinates.
Even if the city government orders newspapers for these leaders, they will not read them leisurely in their offices.
Thinking of having close contact with Ren Xiaoyao's subordinates at work, Liu Gen's eyes lit up: "I have a way for Ren to see Uncle Wang's photos and reports!"
"What can I do?" Xiangzi asked.
Liu Gen did not answer Xiangzi, but looked at Xia Tian with a mysterious smile and asked: "Uncle Xia, which newspaper is the most influential among the newspapers in Nanhai City?"
"Uh... I think Nanhai Metropolis Daily has the largest circulation and the widest distribution." Xia Tian answered.
"Okay, let's report Uncle Wang's deeds in Nanhai Metropolis Daily." Liu Gen knew that with Xia Tian's reputation, no matter which newspaper he submitted his manuscript to, no one would reject it, not to mention the hospital morgue reported this time.
The title of "The Corpse Keeper" alone is enough to attract people's attention: "In the form of serial reports, you can see the photo of Uncle Wang with a pipe in his mouth every day in the newspaper, even if the person named Ren does not read the newspaper or has not seen it.
, it’s impossible for the people around him or under him not to read newspapers?”
"Even if his subordinates or people around him see it, they won't mention it in front of Ren." Xia Tian questioned.
"Then let's find someone who has the consciousness but pretends not to put the page with Uncle Wang's photo where he can see it." Liu Gen said with a smile.
"Oh...then you have to know someone reliable." Xia Tian seemed to understand what Liu Gen meant.
"I can find reliable people." Liu Gen said confidently.
Three days later, Xia Tian's report appeared in the newspaper in serial format.
In order to ensure that this report could be seen by Ren Xiaoyao, Liu Gen had already communicated with Li Jiahe.
Li Jiahe took advantage of the opportunity of integrating the auction of Li Gan Real Estate Company and invited several leaders of the municipal government to come to the group to guide the work. Ren Xiaoyao was the person in charge of the Li Gan asset auction, and of course he was also on the list of invited officials.
Ren Xiaoyao really doesn't like reading newspapers. He knows better than anyone else that what newspapers report are all things that have been reviewed by relevant departments. They are more false than true. They are just for fun to coax the ignorant people.
He didn't want to waste his energy on boring newspapers, so the report about Wang Qingquan, the corpse-keeper, that he wrote in the summer had been serialized in Nanhai Metropolis Daily for two days, and he didn't even know about it.
On the morning when the city leaders came to Jiahe Group to guide their work, Li Jiahe specially arranged the office and asked Secretary Zhang to bring a copy of the Nanhai Metropolis Daily of the first day, and specially exposed the page of the report about Wang Qingquan.
Outside, it was very casual, as if I had just browsed through it. It was placed on the coffee table in front of the sofas and chairs where the city leaders would sit after they arrived.
Ren Xiaoyao and four other city leaders arrived at Jiahe Group at around nine o'clock in the morning. They did not see Li Jiahe coming to greet them at the door of the company. Ren Xiaoyao looked unhappy. Only two deputy general managers and Li Jiahe's secretary stood at the door to greet them.
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"Are you, Mr. Li, busy?" Wang Wei, the accompanying secretary-general of the municipal government, asked Li Jiahe's secretary Zhang Qingyun softly.
"Mr. Li is in a hurry and cannot go downstairs to greet the leaders in person. Please forgive me." Zhang Qingyun said with a smile.
Zhang Qingyun and the other two vice presidents brought several city leaders directly to Li Jiahe's office. This was specially instructed by Li Jiahe.
Li Jiahe saw the city leaders' cars parked at the entrance of the building from the window of his office. He knew that he was about to arrive at the office. He sat on the sofa with the newspaper in front of him, and Wang Qingquan had a pipe in his mouth.
The photo was clearly visible at a glance. In order to ensure that Ren Xiaoyao could see it, Li Jiahe moved to different seats and looked at the newspaper from different angles. He wanted to ensure that people sitting at different angles could catch a glimpse of the newspaper.
Secondary photo.
When everything was ready, Li Jiahe heard the knock on the door and immediately sat back in front of the newspaper and shouted: "Come in!" He picked up the newspaper with both hands.
The door of the office was pushed open by Zhang Qingyun. He walked in quickly and said: "Mr. Li, the city leaders are here."
"Oh... It's really efficient. It's not even half past nine yet." Li Jiahe quickly put down the newspaper and pretended to be surprised: "Didn't I agree to arrive at the company at nine thirty? There are still more than ten minutes left.
It's about time..." He stood up and walked quickly to greet Ren Xiaoyao and the others with a smile: "I'm sorry for not coming downstairs to greet the leaders..."
"You, Mr. Li, are famous throughout Nanhai City for your arrogance!" Wang Wei laughed and pointed at Li Jiahe. On the surface, he seemed to be blaming someone, but in fact, he was trying to smooth things over for him in front of all the leaders.
"Secretary-General Wang, I can't afford to wear this high hat you gave me!" Li Jiahe also laughed: "Everyone, leaders, please take a seat quickly. If there is any neglect, please forgive me. For the sake of
To apologize, I will personally make tea for Leader He Wei."
Ren Xiaoyao said with a smile: "I heard that Mr. Li's Kung Fu Tea has been highly recommended by Taiwanese experts. I would like to take this opportunity to ask for advice."
Li Jiahe deliberately moved Ren Xiaoyao to the top position, which was the best position to see the newspaper on the coffee table. He also deliberately said to Zhang Qingyun: "Secretary Zhang, take the newspaper away." This was to arouse Ren Xiaoyao's idea.
Ren Xiaoyao didn't really pay attention to the newspaper before Li Jiahe asked Zhang Qingyun to take it away. When he heard that Li Jiahe asked Zhang Qingyun to take away the newspaper, he glanced at it. This glance made his eyes show panic, but it was just
In a flash, he sat down with a smile. When Zhang Qingyun was about to take away the newspaper, he reached out and picked up the newspaper and said, "Does Mr. Li read the newspaper every day?" He pretended to browse the newspaper casually and asked, but his eyes were dead.
Stare at the pipe in the mouth of the one-eyed old man in the photo.
"Yes, I do it every morning when I go to work. We who are in business have to pay attention to the trends in the industry at all times." Li Jiahe started to make tea and answered.
After Ren Xiaoyao handed the newspaper to Zhang Qingyun, his face showed no change at all. He was still talking and laughing, but his heart was overturned. He could not recognize Wang Qingquan in the newspaper, but he recognized the pipe and the man holding the pipe.
Vice prototype.
Ren Xiaoyao began to doubt whether Zhou Jie killed Wang Qingquan back then.
Currently Zhou Jie is still looking for Wen Hanmei in Jamaica.
The more Ren Xiaoyao thought about it, the more something was wrong. He pretended to be on the phone, stood up, walked out of Li Jiahe's office, walked to the end of the corridor, and called Zhou Jie on his mobile phone. He didn't care what day the other party was at the moment.
It took a long time before I heard Zhou Jie's sleepy voice on the phone: "Brother Yao, it's me."
"You come back first!" Ren Xiaoyao said angrily: "Something happened at home!"
"But that bitch named Wen..." Zhou Jie has been in Jamaica for so long, but there has been no news about Wen Hanmei and her daughter. He feels that it is a bit sorry for Ren Xiaoyao to come back like this.
"Let her go first. Things at home are urgent! Buy your plane tickets now!" Ren Xiaoyao didn't allow Zhou Jie to say too much.
"Brother Yao, why are you so anxious?" Zhou Jie asked.
"A person who has been dead for more than ten years appears again!" Ren Xiaoyao said as he glanced at the empty corridor.
"How is this possible? Who is it?" Zhou Jie asked in disbelief.
"Wang Qingquan!" Ren Xiaoyao said word for word.
"He...hehe...Brother Yao, you have seen the wrong person. It's impossible, he..." Zhou Jie didn't believe it at all.
"Even if he turns into ashes, I can still recognize him at a glance!" Ren Xiaoyao roared in a low voice.
Zhou Jie was silent for a while and then said: "Okay, I'll rush back as soon as possible."
Ren Xiaoyao hung up the phone, and Zhang Qingyun came out of Li Jiahe's office to look for him: "Deputy Mayor Ren, we are waiting for you."
That afternoon, Liu Gen received a call from Li Jiahe and learned that Ren Xiaoyao had read the newspaper report and picked it up to read for a while, knowing that the big fish was about to bite the hook.
And Ren Xiaoyao, after returning from Jiahe Group, personally found a newspaper to read. He saw that the person who wrote the report was Xia Tian, and he became even more panicked. If the person in the photo was really Wang Qingquan, Xia Tian might have learned from Wang Qingquan.
Knowing everything, he called the newspaper and soon found out that the so-called "corpse guard" reported in the summer was an old man guarding corpses in the morgue of the Affiliated Hospital of Nanhai Medical University. His surname was Wang, and his name was Wang Wenju. He had been blind since childhood.
One eye, one leg was lame, and he had no family or friends, so he worked in the morgue of the affiliated hospital for more than ten years.
Ren Xiaoyao really wanted to go to the morgue to see it in person, but he didn't want to take the risk. He had to wait patiently for Zhou Jie to come back and let him personally confirm whether the person keeping the body was Wang Qingquan. Even if it was not Wang Qingquan himself,
Then the fact that he had the pipe that Wang Qingquan carried with him means that the two of them were somewhat related, and they could not survive.
Since the summer when Nanhai Metropolis Daily began to continuously report on the deeds of the hospital bodyguards, in addition to having Yan Yu and Yang Guanghui in the car to protect Wang Qingquan 24 hours a day, Liu Gen also stayed in Wang Qingquan's small iron house at night.
Late that night when he received Li Jiahe's call, Liu Gen quietly got into the car.
"Yan Yu, you will go back to the detachment tomorrow." Liu Gen said after getting in the car.
"Why? I haven't taken the leave yet." Yan Yu asked unhappily.
"You can only get weapons when you go back to work in the detachment." Liu Gen smiled and said, "Maybe you can use them tomorrow night."
"Brother Gen, are you saying that someone will come here to find Wang Qingquan tonight?" Yang Guanghui asked excitedly.
"If my estimate is correct, we can see the outcome tomorrow night." Liu Gen said confidently.
"There's no need for weapons, we are here." Yan Yu said.
"Just in case, if the other party has a gun, it will be very dangerous." Liu Gen said: "While ensuring the safety of Uncle Wang and us, we cannot kill the other party, we must capture them alive."
"Okay, I'll report back to the detachment tomorrow, but I can't take out the sniper rifle. The pistol I carry with me is fine," Yan Yu said.