"Who is it?" Chen Juan walked over and opened the door: "Huh? Erkui, Xiaoyue, why are you here?" Standing outside the door was a middle-aged couple, who were Ding Dahu's younger brother and sister-in-law. Ding Dahu's younger brother called
Ding Erkui, his sister-in-law is called Song Xiaoyue.
"Sister-in-law, is my brother at home?" Ding Erkui asked anxiously.
Chen Juan nodded: "Your brother just came back from get off work, what do you want to see him for?"
"Are Erkui and Xiaoyue here? Come in quickly and don't stand outside." Ding Dahu's voice came from inside the house.
"Yes, let's go into the house." Chen Juan opened the door and called Ding Erkui and Song Xiaoyue into the house.
"Erkui, Xiaoyue, you came just in time. Chen Juan made braised pork tonight. You can stay and eat together." Ding Dahu said with a smile.
"Brother..." Song Xiaoyue's eyes suddenly turned red, and she burst into tears: "You have to save Ding Wu."
Ding Dahu was stunned: "What happened to Ding Wu?"
"Ding Wu...he killed someone..." Song Xiaoyue cried.
"What? Ding Wu killed someone?" Ding Dahu's eyes suddenly widened: "What on earth is going on?"
At this time, Ding Erkui spoke: "More than an hour ago, we suddenly received a call from the police station saying that Ding Wu had killed someone. We were frightened when we heard it and hurried to the police station, intending to meet Ding Wu to understand the situation.
But...the police at the police station refused to let us see Ding Wu at all. In the end, we had no choice but to come to you...Brother, you must save Ding Wu..." At the end of the sentence, Ding Erkui's eyes turned red.
.
"Don't worry, I'll call and ask what's going on." After saying that, Ding Dahu took out his mobile phone and called Zhu Shilong.
The phone rang twice and was answered.
"Director Zhu, I am Ding Dahu. I want to ask you something. Did you arrest a young man named Ding Wu today... Yes, yes, that's him... What did he commit? You want to arrest him...
...Killing someone? Impossible. Ding Wu has always been a very sensible child. How could he kill someone? You must have made a mistake. Is there some misunderstanding here? What? Ding Wu himself has admitted to killing someone... This
...What the hell is going on...For a woman...Why is Ding Wu so confused...Ding Wu is my nephew...Director Zhu, can you make it easier for Ding Wu to see him?
Family...what? You can't make the decision? Do you need to ask Mayor Ma for instructions? Director Zhu, isn't it just a meeting? There's no need to go to such trouble...Okay, I understand, that's it..." Ding Dahu looked gloomy.
Hang up the phone.
"Brother, how's it going? What did the police station say?" Ding Erkui asked hurriedly.
Song Xiaoyue also looked anxious.
Ding Dahu breathed out: "Ding Wu did kill someone, and he has admitted it himself."
"Ah?" Song Xiaoyue's eyesight went dark and she fell directly to the ground.
Ding Erkui had quick hands and eyes, and reached out to support Song Xiaoyue. He pinched her and gave her artificial respiration. After a lot of struggles, Song Xiaoyue finally regained her composure.
Song Xiaoyue calmed down and immediately burst into tears: "Why did Ding Wu kill someone? Why did he kill someone! How could this happen!"
"Xiaoyue, don't get excited. There must be some misunderstanding here. I don't believe that Ding Wu can kill people." Ding Erkui comforted.
Chen Juan also came over to persuade Song Xiaoyue.
With the persuasion of Ding Erkui and Chen Juan, Song Xiaoyue's mood finally stabilized.
"Brother, can you think of a way to let us meet Ding Wu?" Ding Erkui asked.
"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult..." Ding Dahu said with a frown.
"You are the deputy mayor, how dare the police station deny you face?" Ding Erkui asked anxiously.
Ding Dahu shook his head: "You have said that I am just the deputy township chief. I just called the police station chief Zhu Shilong. He said that the township chief Ma Xiaoyao has intervened in Ding Wu's case. No one can see Ding Wu without Ma Xiaoyao's permission.
Wu."
"Ah?" Ding Erkui's expression changed: "What should we do?"
"Dahu, why don't you go find Ma Xiaoyao to intercede?" Chen Juan suddenly said.
There was a hint of hope in Ding Erkui's eyes: "Yes, yes, brother, go to Ma Xiaoyao to intercede, and he will definitely give you face."
Ding Dahu smiled bitterly and said: "You don't know something. Ma Xiaoyao and I... are not very harmonious... Even if I go to him to intercede, I guess he won't agree."
"This... this... what should we do..." Ding Erkui was anxious.
Song Xiaoyue, who had been calm just now, began to shed tears again.
Ding Dahu pondered for a moment: "Now we can only go to Secretary Niu for help."
"Are you talking about Party Secretary Niu Zhigang?" Ding Erkui asked.
Ding Dahu nodded: "Yes, only Secretary Niu can help us now."
"Brother, then go quickly..." Ding Erkui had hope again.
"Well, you wait, I'll go find Secretary Niu." After saying that, Ding Dahu stood up, put on his coat, changed his shoes and left home.
Chen Juan helped Song Xiaoyue sit on the sofa and comforted her: "Xiaoyue, don't worry, Dahu will definitely find a way to save Ding Wu."
"Sister-in-law, why do you think my life is so miserable... I gave birth to an eldest daughter, she eloped with someone, and there is still no news, and now my younger son has committed another murder... Why is God torturing me like this... Wuwuwu...
..." Song Xiaoyue cried.
Chen Juan stretched out her hand and patted Song Xiaoyue's back gently: "Okay, don't cry anymore, be more open-minded, Ding Wu will be fine..."
Ding Erkui sat aside, his head lowered, and he kept smoking. He was in a bad mood. He felt extremely uncomfortable when he thought that his son might go to jail... or even be shot.
…
While Ding Erkui was feeling uncomfortable, there was another person who was in an equally bad mood.
This person is Niu Zhigang, Secretary of the Gaohe Township Party Committee.
Niu Zhigang traveled around the city for nearly a day, but could not find a buyer for the turf.
"Secretary Niu, there is a store in front that buys turf," the driver Xiao Zhao said suddenly.
Niu Zhigang's eyes lit up: "Quick, hurry over."
Xiao Zhao immediately increased the accelerator and rushed towards the opposite store.
It was a coincidence that as soon as Xiao Zhao stopped the car, a middle-aged man walked out of the store, holding a bunch of keys and about to lock the door.
Niu Zhigang hurriedly got out of the car and shouted: "Don't lock the door... don't lock the door..." As he spoke, he ran to the middle-aged man in a few steps and gasped: "Boss, don't lock the door... first
Don’t lock the door…”
The middle-aged man looked at Niu Zhigang doubtfully: "Who are you?"
"Oh, I am Niu Zhigang, secretary of the party committee of Gaohe Township, Dongcheng County." Niu Zhigang said hurriedly.
"Niu Zhigang?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment: "It seems we don't know each other, right?"
"Yes, this is our first time meeting." Niu Zhigang smiled politely.
"If you have any questions, just tell me. After that, I'm going home for dinner." The middle-aged man frowned.
"Excuse me, do you buy turf here?" Niu Zhigang asked.
The middle-aged man nodded: "Yes, it's about purchasing turf. What's wrong?"
"I have a batch of turf in my hand. I wonder if you are interested?" After Niu Zhigang finished speaking, he took out a stack of photos from his pocket and handed it to the middle-aged man: "These are the photos I took of the turf. Take a look."
The middle-aged man looked at the photo with the help of the light at the door: "What you plant is warm-season turf. If I'm not mistaken, it should be bluegrass turf." The middle-aged man is worthy of being in this field. He can tell at a glance.
Varieties and types of turf on photos.
"The boss has really good eyesight, but what I plant is indeed bluegrass turf." Niu Zhigang complimented.
"How many acres have you planted in total?" the middle-aged man asked.
"I planted..." Just when Niu Zhi was about to answer, the mobile phone in his pocket rang. Niu Zhigang took out his phone and hung up without looking at who was calling, and then said: "I planted a total of
More than a hundred acres.”
The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows: "More than a hundred acres? That much?"
"Haha... I heard that this year's greening construction in the city will result in a greater demand for turf, so I planted more..." Niu Zhigang said with a smile.
"If you could have come a month earlier, I would definitely buy all your turf without hesitation. As for now..." At this point, the middle-aged man suddenly stopped.
Niu Zhigang asked hurriedly: "What's wrong now?"
"Buzz buzz..."
The mobile phone in Niu Zhigang's hand rang again.
"Bah!" Niu Zhigang hung up without even looking.
"Some changes have taken place now..." Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, the cell phone in Niu Zhigang's hand rang again, and the middle-aged man suddenly frowned.
Niu Zhigang was also angry and turned off his phone: "Boss, what has changed?"
"A month ago, all the green lawns in the urban area were completed, and there is no need for turf anymore." The middle-aged man also had a good heart and told Niu Zhigang about the recent situation in the urban area.
"Ah?" Niu Zhigang was dumbfounded when he heard this: "The urban area is so large, how come the greening project was completed so quickly?"
The middle-aged man smiled: "The urban greening construction has been carried out for several years. Last year, the urban greening construction was almost completed."
Niu Zhigang was completely stupid. No wonder no one was willing to buy his turf. It turned out that the urban greening construction had been completed and turf was no longer needed.
"If you only plant a small amount, I might be able to think of a way to help you sell it, but you have planted more than a hundred acres at once...I am powerless..." The middle-aged man shook his head.
Niu Zhigang moved his lips: "Is there really no other way?"
"No, unless you go to other urban areas to see, but I think the situation in other urban areas is similar to ours." The middle-aged man suggested.
"Boss, please help me. If the turf cannot be sold, I can't explain it to the villagers," Niu Zhigang begged.
"I'm really sorry, I really can't help it." The middle-aged man said embarrassedly: "It's getting late, I have to go home." After saying that, the middle-aged man locked the store, said hello to Niu Zhigang, and then
