"So what if you donate money? These gangsters go to temples to burn incense and worship Buddha during the Chinese New Year. They seem to be more pious than real Buddhists, but that still doesn't change the nature of them being gangsters," said Lee Minho.
"I don't want to argue with you about this. The image of Longtang that is deeply rooted in your heart cannot be changed by me alone in a short period of time. But I think that as the director of the Public Security Bureau of this area, you should lead There is a fair and impartial perspective to view a group or a person. Don’t use colored glasses to see Longtang or Ye Shaofeng. If your eyes are white, then everything you see will be white. If you wear sunglasses over your eyes, then Everything you see is gray," Zhang Weidong said.
Li Minhao was not talking, and Chen Mo was silent. After a long time, he said: "You don't need to explain anything to me, and you don't need to defend your Longtang or Ye Shaofeng. What is black is black and can never be white."
"Well, since you think so, I don't have anything to say. Just think that I came here in vain today. You are busy. Let's go. This time we take the initiative to reach out. If you don't give me face, forget it. If you want to intensify the conflict, we, Long Tang Ye has never been afraid of anyone. If you want this area to be more chaotic, then we are willing to accompany you to the end." After saying that, Zhang Weidong turned around and left.
"Wait a minute," Li Minhao suddenly stopped Zhang Weidong.
After all, Li Minghao also felt that it was not good for him to not give any face to others. People came to visit him in person. It was time to give face to others. Giving them a face could also be regarded as leaving a way out for himself, and it could also be regarded as letting this area To be able to be stable for a period of time, when you become the director of the Public Security Bureau, you don't ask for how big the case you can handle, but for the stability of one party.
"Is there anything else," Zhang Weidong said.
"I have time tonight. After seven o'clock, you can make a reservation. Call me when you have made the reservation," Li Minho said.
Zhang Weidong sneered, turned around and left without saying anything.
After returning, Zhang Weidong told Ye Shaofeng everything about the matter. According to Zhang Weidong's intention, he would not pay attention to this Li Minhao at all, but Ye Shaofeng said: "Although this man has a weird temper and is a bit stupid, he is a man after all. I know some things about his past and why he is so arrogant about the underworld,"
"He has treated us like this, why do you still treat him to dinner in such a humble manner," Zhang Weidong said incomprehensively.
"We invited him to dinner to make friends, not to be mean. Besides, what he really hates is not us, but the underworld. If we go against him, wouldn't we really become the underworld? Since there are If there is a misunderstanding, we must get rid of it," said Ye Shaofeng.
At 7:30 in the evening, we made an appointment at a relatively famous hotel in Dongbin New District.
In the luxurious private room, Ye Shaofeng and Zhang Weidong arrived early, waiting for Li Minhao and the political commissar.
The political commissar came quickly after handling the company's affairs. Lee Minho came five minutes late and was sweating profusely when he walked in.
"Director Li, I thought you weren't coming," Zhang Weidong said.
Ye Shaofeng walked over with a smile and took the initiative to shake hands with Li Minhao. Li Minhao also stretched out his hand to shake hands with Ye Shaofeng. When shaking hands, Ye Shaofeng felt sweat on Li Minhao's hands.
The political commissar next to him immediately explained: "We, Director Li, refuse to take public cars after get off work. Do you have a car? Therefore, you always ride a bicycle, so you come a little late. It's understandable, it's understandable."
When the political commissar said this, Ye Shaofeng realized that the sweat on his hands was probably from riding the bicycle too hard, so if you look at the sweat on his forehead, you can also see some sweat. It can be concluded that this The boy worked very hard to get here by bike, so he must have taken today's meal very seriously.
Although he shook hands with Ye Shaofeng, Li Minhao was not very enthusiastic. His face seemed to be covered with a layer of thousand-year-old ice, which was extremely cold.
After ordering a table of delicious food, Lee Minho, who had just sat down, muttered: "It's such a waste for the four of us to eat so much. The country now calls for diligence and frugality, and you can't spend like this if you have money."
"It's not like you're spending your money. I think it's a waste. How about we throw it all into the trash and exchange it for pickles and millet porridge," Zhang Weidong said unhappily.
The political commissar next to him quickly smoothed things over and said: "It would be even more wasteful if we threw it away. Let's try to eat these things as much as possible. If we can't finish them, just pack them up and take them away. It won't be wasted."
Ye Shaofeng didn't want to make the atmosphere too tense and said: "The political commissar is right, we won't be able to finish the food in a while. Let's take it away and go back to eat. We won't waste a grain of food. By the way, what kind of wine should we drink? , Wuliangye or Moutai, if you don’t like either, Yanghe Daqu is not a bad idea,”
"Just avoid drinking. I never drink. We police officers are different from you. We have to stay awake 24 hours a day, because in this world, something might happen at some point," Lee Minho said.
Zhang Weidong was very angry, thinking, if you have this attitude, then you might as well not come. It makes people even more angry if you come. My brother Feng invited you here, not just to show off, but to keep saying it. Why are you working with the police? Damn it, when Brother Feng was working with the police, you didn’t even know which onion you were.
Just when Zhang Weidong was about to say something, Ye Shaofeng gave him a wink. Zhang Weidong held back a little, but there was also a very unhappy expression on his face.
"Political commissar, what kind of wine do you want to drink?" Ye Shaofeng did not forget to ask the political commissar.
The political commissar saw that the director was not in harmony, so he couldn't drink anymore. He quickly waved his hand and said, "I don't drink anymore. I have a bad stomach recently. Drinking may cause old problems."
Ye Shaofeng smiled and said to the waiter: "Come to Siping Erguotou,"
"I don't drink," Li Minghao said unhappily, thinking that Ye Shaofeng was going to drink him sober.
Ye Shaofeng just smiled, ignored Li Minhao, brought it up, and put four cups on it. Ye Shaofeng placed the four cups in front of him, as if he was going to pour wine.
The political commissar was also in a dilemma. He was really afraid that if Li Minhao refused to drink after Ye Shaofeng gave him the wine, he would have to drink it or not.
Zhang Weidong was also unhappy at the time. What was unhappy was that since everyone said they would stop drinking, why did Brother Feng insist on pouring wine for them? Isn't this a hot face and a cold butt?
Zhang Weidong first got two cups of white wine, and then poured two cups of tea. He left the two cups of white wine with himself and Zhang Weidong. He pushed the two cups of tea over and said: "We brothers have a drink, you have a cup of tea, and we have a cup." Wine, how about a cup of tea..."