After Shen Tong got in the car, the driver stepped on the accelerator and the car drove out of the county party committee compound. The car was driving on a bumpy road. Shen Tong looked at the exhausted Zhang Liwei through the rearview mirror and saw his eyes closed and his eyebrows frowning. The frown, expressionless face is full of vicissitudes of life, and every wrinkle on the forehead carries a piece of history, composing a song of time.
Zhang Liwei closed his eyes and rested, while the driver stared silently in front of him. Shen Tong took out the camera from his camera bag and played with it carefully. Suddenly, a familiar scene reappeared in front of him. When he was in the newspaper office, wasn't he right? I carried a camera and a notebook and ran the news from dawn to dusk every day. Thinking about that time, every day was so fulfilling despite the hard work. I was excited about a good news highlight, excited about a good press article, and the interview was over. Later, I went to a street stall with my colleagues to eat mutton skewers and drink beer. That happy time was gone forever.
Compared with today's boring and monotonous life, I carefully look at other people's faces with my tail between my legs every day, and the whole person is so depressed that I can't breathe. But this kind of life is your own choice. No matter how difficult or painful it is, you have to grit your teeth and persevere. As he went down, Shen Tong suddenly thought of Zeng Guofan's famous saying "Knocking out teeth and swallowing blood". In officialdom, one must endure loneliness and maintain a calm temper in order to achieve something.
What is the goal of his own struggle? This question suddenly appeared in Shen Tong's mind. If the goal of his struggle in Shihe Town was to escape from Shihe Town, then what is his current goal? Shen Tong looked ahead and thought carefully about this. question.
To win glory for the family and do practical things for the people, this goal seems a bit big, empty and unrealistic; for a better life? It seems that the goal of life is just this. Suddenly an idea came to me, can I be an official? This The idea shocked Shen Tong himself.
If you become an official, you can not only honor your ancestors, but also benefit the people, and your life will become better. Isn't this the way to success and a successful career? Besides, being in the officialdom means that you will be promoted step by step one day. Use the power in your hands to realize your wishes and dreams. Thinking of this, Shen Tong's heart beat violently.
If I become an official, I will severely crack down on the increasingly rampant private digging and mining, make great efforts to improve social security in Dongquan County, rapidly develop the industrial economy, tap the agricultural potential of Shihe Town, and make the people live a prosperous life. Shen Tong's life... Shen Tong imagined it endlessly, and he had already fantasized about himself as Wu Jiangkai...
While imagining, Shen Tong was still playing with the camera in his hand. When he opened the battery compartment, his eyes suddenly turned black and he broke into a cold sweat. The camera actually had no battery. Isn't this fatal?
"It's all my fault for not checking carefully beforehand." Shen Tong kept complaining about his carelessness, and at the same time he quickly thought about how to deal with it. He glanced at Zhang Liwei and saw that he was sleeping. The best solution at the moment was to do two sessions quickly. AA batteries, otherwise it will be really embarrassing when you really need to use them.
The driver on the side noticed Shen Tong's panic, raised his head and glanced at Zhang Liwei before asking in a low voice: "What's wrong with you?"
Zhang Liwei's driver was taciturn all the way and appeared to be honest and honest. After a fierce inner struggle, Shen Tong picked up the empty battery compartment of the camera and showed it to the driver.
After looking at it, the driver gave an expressionless "hum". Then he took out the razor from the armrest box and threw it to Shen Tong, saying: "You can use the battery here first."
Shen Tong glanced at the driver gratefully, nodded frequently and said, "Thank you so much, master. I will definitely treat you to dinner when I get back."
The driver remained expressionless and did not answer.
When the car was approaching Fuchuan Township, Zhang Liwei suddenly asked the driver to pull over and said: "Old Chen, go down and cover the license plate. We will wait here."
Shen Tong was puzzled by Zhang Liwei's inexplicable behavior, as if he was a spy in a police movie. He glanced back, then held the camera tightly and watched the vehicles passing by in front of him.
After the driver Lao Chen got on the bus, Zhang Liwei seemed to have calmed down and said sternly to Shen Tong: "Shen Tong, now write down the license plate numbers of the tricycles and trucks entering Fuchuan Township, and take a few photos. Stay and be careful, don't leave even one behind."
Shen Tong saw Zhang Liwei's stern eyes and knew that this was a very difficult task. He nodded heavily, widened his eyes, and stared intently at every large and small car entering Fuchuan Township.
It was getting dark, and the vehicles on the road turned on their headlights one after another. Shen Tong's eyes were dazzled by the lights and kept crying. Shen Tong wrote hard, writing quickly without missing a car.
Zhang Liwei, who was sitting in the back row, looked at his watch under the light and said, "How many cars are there so far?"
Shen Tong counted ten lines at a glance and said: "So far, there are 48 tricycles, 26 trucks, and 12 pickup trucks."
"Okay." Zhang Liwei responded with satisfaction, then leaned on the car seat and looked outside, as if waiting for someone.
After waiting for more than half an hour, an off-road vehicle stopped in front. Zhang Liwei waved to Shen Tong and quickly got out of the car, and quickly got into the off-road vehicle.
After Shen Tong got in the car, he discovered that the person sitting behind him was Wu Jiangkai, the county party secretary, which surprised him.
Wu Jiangkai nodded to Shen Tong and listened carefully to Zhang Liwei's report on the situation just now.
After listening, Wu Jiangkai said nothing. The flickering lights outside the car shone on his face covered with dark clouds, and the cold light from his eyes made people tremble. After a long silence, Wu Jiangkai said to Zhang Liwei: "Now give Lu Hao Let’s make a phone call and ask about the progress of the case.”
Zhang Liwei took out his mobile phone, dialed the number and pressed the hands-free button.
"Hey, Director Lu, I'm Zhang Liwei, how's the progress of that case?" Wu Jiangkai was in front of him, but Zhang Liwei didn't say any greetings and went straight to the topic.
Lu Haofang was having dinner in the hotel. When he saw the call from Zhang Liwei, he hesitated for a moment and picked it up. He said with a smile: "It's Director Zhang. This case is more difficult to handle. The mine owner has fled Dongquan, and we haven't found anything through visits and investigations." Valuable clues, but don’t worry, I will do my best to ensure that the suspect is arrested and brought to justice in the shortest possible time.”
Zhang Liwei hung up the phone, and Wu Jiangkai on the side suddenly became furious. He slapped the seat hard and cursed: "Nonsense, this old thing is slipperier than a loach."
The small space in the car suddenly froze. Shen Tong held his breath and played with the pen in his hand. Through the rearview mirror and the flashing lights, he looked at Wu Jiangkai's angry expression after roaring. The word "Chuan" between his eyebrows was like a rushing mountain. , with the momentum of a flash flood.
Wu Jiangkai clenched his fist tightly, his expression quickly returned to calm, and he said slowly: "Turn around and go up Erlanggou."