And when he, Mr. Zhou, asked Gu Ximing to make this phone call, it was definitely not a sign of goodwill. To put it bluntly, it was disdain for the living bandits.
Indeed, you bandits are capable of fighting and tormenting, but I, Mr. Zhou, cannot hammer you to pieces, crush you, or chew you to pieces.
But in the final analysis, you bandits are just division-level cadres. You are not even qualified to stand on the core political stage of Dejiang. How can you be worthy of being my opponent, Mr. Zhou?
This is like a chicken that can soar into the sky, but can never be a match for an eagle that soars through the nine heavens.
In this way, the living bandit has no interest in him and Zhou, and they are not on the same level. Zhou will only provoke the living bandit because he has eaten too much and has nothing to do.
He had already made up his mind to put it in cold storage after helping the living bandits to pacify Kidnapper Li Village.
Complete ignorance is sometimes the cruelest means of attack.
It was out of this consideration that Zhou Daoqian decided to "sell this one", and naturally it was the last time he sold it to a living bandit!
But he said that although Gu Ximing had a lawsuit on his mind, Secretary Zhou's instructions were an imperial edict to him. At that moment, he hurried to the telephone desk next to the window sill.
Unexpectedly, when he picked up the phone, there was an earth-shattering cry outside the door.
"Xiao Gu, go and have a look!"
Zhou Daoqian ordered, because he clearly heard many familiar voices.
Gu Ximing agreed and ran towards the door in a hurry. Before Clinker could even get close, the door was banged.
Gu Ximing was startled. Who didn't know that this was Secretary Zhou's ward? There were guards sent by the city bureau outside the door. How dare they smash Secretary Zhou's door? How dare they be!
Gu Ximing hurriedly opened the door. Before he could yell, he was forced to take a step back by a sense of pressure. Only then did he see that the person blocking the door was Commissioner Kong Fangao.
Gu Xi's name was incomprehensible, Kong Fangao walked in the door, and without saying a word, he hurried towards the Kailic Clicquot black and white TV set on the glass cabinet facing Zhou Daoqian's hospital bed.
At this time, not only Gu Ximing was shocked. Even Zhou Daoqian, who was lying on the hospital bed with his body stretched out, sat up. Then, a painful expression appeared on his face. He looked back at the back of his left hand where the needle was inserted.
Already soaked in blood.
Zhou Daoqian was so angry that Kong Fangao over there had already turned on the TV and picked up the FM. It was banging and banging for a while. When the fixed picture finally appeared on the TV, Kong Fangao turned sideways with a solemn expression.
The ground receded.
Zhou Daoqian was simply confused by Kong Fangao's strange behavior. His eyes were locked on Kong Fangao's rosy face with Chinese characters. His anger was gone. Instead, he was worried that Commissioner Kong had been too hard hit and mentally damaged.
Something went wrong.
"Secretary, look, Commissioner Xue!"
Gu Ximing gave a cold shout and reached out to poke at the TV.
Zhou Daoqian heard the sound and glanced towards the TV, only to see Xue Xiang's figure indeed appear on the screen. Although it was just a flash, his unique messy hair and old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses almost confirmed the identity of that person.
Otherwise, is there a second leading cadre in Dejiang who wears such strange clothes?
Immediately after the camera turned, Zhou Daoqian's eyes were fixed on a row of black italic characters in the center of the venue: "Sichuan Province Investment Signing Ceremony and Overseas Chinese Friendship Meeting".
"Click!"
Zhou Daoqian pulled out a sound from deep in his throat. He couldn't believe his eyes.
"Why did Xue Xiang appear there? Isn't he playing in the mud with a bunch of villagers in Guaizili Village!"
As soon as he was surprised, fear filled Zhou Daoqian's heart. In an instant, the fear filled his entire heart.
Because, Zhou Daoqian suddenly thought of a situation based on the scene on TV. This living bandit must have heard about the turmoil at today's luncheon. In a rage, he rushed to the venue to settle the score with the two profiteers.
If such a dog-eat-dog scene was staged on a normal day, Zhou Daoqian would definitely move the bench, grab a handful of melon seeds, clap his hands and watch the excitement.
But today's battle was too frightening, and the main leaders of the province would definitely be present. Xue Xiangruo caused a disturbance on such an occasion, and he, Zhou Daoqian, had to be implicated a lot.
"You damn bandit, you can't have a fucking day free..."
Zhou Daoqian was worried. He had scolded Xue Laosan in secret, but he couldn't sit still any longer. He got up and wanted to get out of bed.
"Liu...Liu...Prime Minister Liu!"
Gu Ximing pinched his throat, pointed at the TV, and babbled like a dream.
With a snap, Zhou Daoqian's bare feet, about to put his slippers on, came into the most intimate contact with the smooth floor. He jumped forward in three or two steps, his eyes firmly fixed on the gentle and clear old man in the middle of the screen.
He stared blankly for a moment, stretched out his hand to rub his eyes, and after confirming the identity of the person, his heart throbbed even tighter.
This time, he no longer scolded Xue Laosan in his heart, but instead prayed to the gods and Buddhas in the sky to protect the living bandits from going crazy and not to show up at this critical moment.
It just so happened that today he, Zhou, was really unlucky. He was afraid of what would happen. In just three minutes, the camera moved along the direction of Premier Liu's movement. Suddenly, the living bandit's awkward hairstyle appeared in front of him.
onto the screen.
What's even more terrible is that as the camera moves forward with Premier Liu's pace, the faces of the living bandits become clearer and clearer. If it moves forward a few points and swipes, there are suddenly a bunch of faces in the camera.
Secretary Meishan Song, Commissioner Yinshan Cheng, Boss Chen, Boss Li, Wang Jinxi, these faces that Zhou Daoqian will never forget are gathered together again. Together with the live bandits, they are like five explosive bags and a torch.
, piled up in one place.
What's even more incredible is that Vice Premier Liu is walking slowly towards the explosive pack with a slight smile.
At that moment, Zhou Daoqian wanted to shout "Lord Buddha!" and kick the TV apart.
Kong Fangao on the other side finally no longer looked like a silent and cold underworld boss. He grabbed the hem of the hospital gown with both hands, his face flushed, and sweat dripping from his forehead, as if he was talking to a man for the first time.
A shy little village girl.
No matter how rich their imaginations were, they would never have thought of such a scene. This was clearly a bandit version of blood-splattered Yuanyang Tower!
For a moment, time and space in the ward seemed to have stopped, until Xue Laosan answered Vice Premier Liu's question with a smile and said, "Hello, Premier Liu, Secretary Cai, Governor Jiang, and leaders, we are indeed doing the final work."
Fortunately, the friends who came from afar cared about Sangzi and finally gave in, and the contract has just been concluded!"
With a bang, the three people in the room seemed to suddenly come to life again.
The three of them looked at each other, but each had their own thoughts. (To be continued...)