H City, Century Avenue, at the gate of a certain community, an old man about fifty years old, with slightly white hair and a ruddy face, wearing thin casual clothes, energetically greeted the doorman, said hello, and left the community. Then he left the community.
Along the wide street, under the trees hanging with frost flowers, I started jogging.
"Brother Gang!" About five hundred meters away, in a Land Rover, the driver's eyes were red from sleepiness. He turned back to Zigang, who was also fighting with his eyelids, and warned him.
Zi Gang rubbed his eyes and looked up. The old man jogging in the distance smiled and said slowly: "Follow me, don't be too close, and don't be too far!"
"oh!"
As he spoke, the driver started the car, kept a distance, and slowly followed the old man.
Fifteen minutes later, the old man slowly stopped. His face was not red, and he stretched his body breathlessly. Then he took out a diamond-shaped handkerchief from his trouser pocket, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and walked slowly.
After crossing the street, we came to a breakfast shop with a front door and found a small, unoccupied table and sat down.
"Two drawers of steamed buns stuffed with dried sausage, two plates of pickles, and two bowls of black rice porridge!!" The old man opened his chopsticks and poured soy sauce, vinegar, chili oil and other condiments into the dishes while shouting in a cheerful voice.
One sentence.
In less than two minutes, a woman in her forties wearing a white apron placed what the old man ordered on the table.
"Okay, stop here!!" Zi Gang took out a thick file bag from the bag he carried with him, and then continued: "I'll go down, and you drive farther away!"
"Understood!" the driver agreed.
"Bang!" Zi Gang opened the car door, carrying the file bag in his hand, and walked out clearly, and then the Land Rover drove away.
"Brother Song!!" Zi Gang walked to the bunk and greeted the old man with a smile.
"Haha, sit down and drink some porridge, it's hot!" The old man looked up at Zigang, nodded with a smile, and said casually.
"Hey, it's so cold today!!" Zi Gang rubbed his hands and sat down opposite the old man without any restraint.
"My hometown is in Shandong, and I have been in H City for almost 20 years. The coldness in the Northeast has become less and less every year!!" The old man picked up a bun with chopsticks, paused, and said with a smile.
When Zi Gang heard what the old man said, he was stunned for a moment. The meaning of the old man's words was very bad. It had two meanings, one was to be transferred, the other was to retire...
"Brother Song, with your physique, you have a big organizational responsibility, haha?" Zigang put the file bag on the table, then picked up the bowl, took a big gulp of black rice porridge, and asked casually.
"It's not a big job, let's improve it a little bit!" The old man took a bite of pickles and replied crisply.
"Why am I so excited when I hear this! I did it! Feel free to do whatever you want!" Zigang was stunned for a moment, bared his teeth and said, holding up the porridge bowl, and drank half of the bowl with a forced smile.
"Haha, I drank half a bowl, what does this porridge taste like?" The old man blew the rising heat from the porridge, lowered his head, and asked lightly.
"...It smells pretty good!" Zigang was stunned again and replied vaguely.
"Slow down, drink that half bowl again!" The old man chewed the bun slowly and said to Zi Gang.
"...!" Zi Gang frowned, picked up the spoon and began to drink the second half of the bowl slowly.
A few minutes later, Zi Gang put down the spoon and looked up at the old man.
"What does it smell like?"
"It seems a bit sweet?" Zigang smacked his lips and said with a smile.
"Haha, when you got off the car, I put two spoons of sugar in the bowl!!" The old man leaned on the chair, looked at Zigang and said with a smile.
"...!" Zigang looked at the old man and said nothing.
"Zigang, I'm leaving soon. From now on, if you drink too fast, no one will remember to remind you what was put in the porridge. You are not young anymore. If you can stop, just stop and take two steps!"
The old man looked at Zigang as if the person sitting opposite and talking was not him.
"Brother Song, I understand!" Zigang was silent for a long time and nodded slowly.
"There is a lot of commotion in the city. There is a meeting in the morning. You can eat first!" After talking for so long, the last two words of the old man were what Zigang wanted.
The two of them sat at the breakfast stall. Within five minutes, the old man picked up the file bag and left slowly.
Zi Gang sat on the outdoor table, slowly took out the phone, dialed the mobile phone of the middle-aged man in the nursing home, and said straight to the point: "Brother, the things have been delivered!"
"Did he take what was supposed to be given?" the middle-aged man asked in a tired voice.
"He didn't ask, and I didn't specifically say it!" Zi Gang thought for a moment and replied slowly.
"Well, that's enough!" the middle-aged man said with some satisfaction.
"Brother, he is going to be transferred!!" Zigang was silent for a long time, and then said something suddenly.
"Transferred???" the middle-aged man asked in surprise.
"Well, Ping Tiao!!"
"...Alas!!" An extremely heavy sigh rang on the phone, and then the phone rang a busy tone.
"Check out!!" Zigang gritted his teeth and put the phone in his pocket, then shouted into the room.
...
Two and a half hours later, the Municipal Party Committee Secretary's Office.
"Hey, Lao Huo, come to my office now!!" The old man who had breakfast with Zigang this morning took the landline and said calmly, and then hung up the phone.
"Dang Dang!"
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" the old man shouted towards the door.
"Squeak!" The door was pushed open, and the secretary nodded and walked in. He nodded with a smile and said, "Secretary, there will be a meeting in the city in an hour!"
"I see!"
Twenty minutes later, Director Huo of the Public Security Bureau opened the door and walked into the office of the Municipal Party Committee Secretary. Ten minutes later, he walked out carrying a file bag.
An hour later, the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee convened normally. For the first half hour, the meeting went on normally, but when the meeting was about to end, Bureau Huo, who was also the Secretary of the Political and Legal Committee and the Director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, suddenly took out a file bag and said: "
Everyone, I still have a little time, I want to talk about some details about the killing of Li Ming from the Xianfeng Road Police Station on 2.23, and the case of the dynasty rich man involved in gangs!!"
"Uh-huh!!"
The members of the Standing Committee all glanced at Director Huo, and some people's hearts suddenly became alive. Haha, it was a boring meeting, but it immediately became interesting.
The sharp ax that had been hanging over some people's heads before the secretary was transferred is finally about to take its turn!!
Who will be the unlucky one?
The first person to sweat on his forehead was Lin Ning, the executive deputy mayor in charge of the restructuring of state-owned enterprises. Sitting next to him was the "iron buddy" of the Three Wolves, Secretary Wang, who was responsible for recording!