Yang Zimei followed Zeng Tianhua out of the antique street.
"Niuniu, wait here for a moment, I'll drive over."
Zeng Tianhua asked her to wait at the street corner, and then went to the parking lot to drive.
Yang Zimei had no choice but to wait and read faces to passers-by.
A black Audi stopped in front of her, and a man about fifty years old, slightly fat, but in good spirits walked out carrying a black briefcase.
Yang Zimei looked at this man and felt that he looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before, so he used his eyes and discovered that this man was actually Huang Huasen, deputy secretary of the Guangyuan Municipal Party Committee.
Yang Zimei was no stranger to the name Huang Huasen in her previous life.
This person's official career has been prosperous since then, and he has been directly appointed as the Vice Chairman of the Standing Committee of the Central Committee. He is usually featured in newspapers, television and other media.
This person also has a good reputation among the people. He is a person who really does practical things. During his tenure, he has completed many popular projects.
She was used to seeing his image in the media, but now that she met him face to face, she couldn't recognize him at all.
However, at this time, there was a black line running across Huang Huasen's seal hall, which was a sign that he was about to be robbed and killed.
Just when she wanted to use her eyes to see what disaster would happen to him, a black unlicensed van sped over and crashed directly into Huang Huasen who was standing by the road talking on the phone...
Without thinking, Yang Zimei jumped over, reached out and grabbed his arm, threw him aside, and dodged the collision of the van.
The van saw that it had missed the collision and left in a hurry!
Huang Huasen was in shock, the hand holding the phone was trembling, his face was pale, and his lips were blue.
The driver of the Audi quickly got out of the car, supported him and asked, "Secretary Huang, are you injured?"
After all, Huang Huasen has been in the officialdom for decades and has seen many big scenes. His psychological quality is quite tough. He calmed down his frightened mood a little and said to the driver, "I'm fine. Let's get that person immediately."
A van stopped me, I want to see who wants me dead!"
"yes."
The driver hurriedly called the police.
After Huang Huasen calmed down, he said gratefully to Yang Zimei, whose expression remained unchanged and indifferent, "Thank you, little girl. Without you, I would have almost been killed."
Yang Zimei pursed his lips and smiled, "It's just a little effort."
Huang Huasen remembered that she had stretched out her hand just now, which seemed to contain huge strength, but she used it skillfully, allowing herself to easily avoid the collision of the van without stumbling or falling.
He looked at Yang Zimei carefully.
How can such a delicate, beautiful and petite little girl be so powerful?
When he thought about it more seriously, he saw her when he called just now.
She was standing at the intersection of Gambling Stone Street, about ten steps away from her. The van just came about five steps in front of her before suddenly accelerating and hitting him.
He only vaguely felt a white shadow flicker, and he pulled her aside.
Thinking about it this way, she seems to be faster than the van.
How can this be?
Is it true, as experts say, that in certain emergency situations, people will perform actions beyond their ordinary abilities?
But no matter what, he was saved by this little girl today.
Judging from her indifferent expression, she didn't take the rescue just now to her heart, and her tone was light, as if just as she said, it was just a trivial thing.