Chapter six hundred and fortieth seventh dismissal
Yang Chen used his connections to make the relevant departments that control the media take timely measures, but accidents still happened, which shows that the other party is not simple, at least he has a lot of energy in Beijing.
Aiming at Xiaofei or him?
He fell into deep thought. The county level where Xiaofei was working was far from being able to offend the demons and monsters in the capital. The current signs... were probably that he would implicate Xiaofei.
"The other party may be coming for me." Yang Chen looked at Wang Xiaofei, feeling guilty.
"Yang Zi, it's okay. I'm just a county-level officer. At worst, I won't do it. I'll be more relaxed and happy hanging out with you than being an official." Wang Xiaofei said with a carefree smile, without any complaints.
"You kid, don't be disheartened. This matter has just begun. The fun will come later. Ever since Zhang Lingfeng was crippled by me, no one has played with me like this for two years." Yang Chen said with a flash of handsome face.
Senran sneered.
When the Zhang family was at its strongest, he dared to kill Zhang Lingfeng. Now, looking at the capital and even the vastness of China, being an opponent of this animal... is really tantamount to courting death.
Zhang Lingfeng is a name that Wang Xiaofei has never heard of. After all, the top dandy circles in the capital are too far away from the Xinfeng officialdom. They are two different worlds.
"If you have nothing to do these two days over the weekend, just follow me in case they continue to attack you." Yang Chen patted his good brother on the shoulder and walked towards the Audi A6.
Wang Xiaofei had no objections.
The two got into the car one after the other.
In the Municipal Bureau Building, Director's Office, Feng Zecheng took the morning newspaper hurriedly delivered by his secretary. He caught a glimpse of the headlines and almost spit out the tea he drank in his mouth. Then he slapped the newspaper on his desk, stood up, and walked back and forth.
, face sinking like water.
The secretary was so angry that she didn't dare to breathe.
"I have already fed them the real situation, and yet I am still acting haphazardly, without organization, and without discipline, for fear of chaos in the world. How can I be a good mouthpiece of the party?" Feng Zecheng vented his anger while pacing.
Director Feng was really angry.
Such a report in the Morning News will not only discredit Wang Xiaofei, but also make people who don't know the truth question the city bureau's motive for releasing Wang Xiaofei, breed various rumors, and what's more frightening... anger Yang Chen.
Yang Chen was furious.
The whole city of Beijing trembled.
How will the Municipal Bureau face the tragic situation that may happen next?
The more Feng Zecheng thought about it, the more angry he became. He angrily dialed the landline number of the Morning Post editor-in-chief's office and scolded him angrily.
Morning News editor-in-chief Wang Jinsuo allowed Feng Zecheng to scold him. At this moment, he was too distracted to argue. In half a day, he received more than a dozen calls. Leaders of various departments criticized him. The press release on the Internet has been removed, but the sold ones
Failure to collect more than 200,000 newspapers will inevitably have a negative impact.
He thought he could withstand the pressure, but he didn't expect the pressure to be so great that it almost caused him to collapse physically and mentally. Some people called him to praise him and encourage him, but compared to those who scolded him, the number was vastly different.
"Director Feng, I have something to do. Let's chat some other time and hang up now." Wang Jinsuo hung up the phone without thinking, quickly fiddled with his phone, dialed a number, and said urgently: "Mr. Tang, something is wrong. Newspaper Group, Municipal Propaganda Department, Municipal Party Committee, Central Committee
In the Propaganda Department, more than a dozen leaders called me to criticize me, but there is not so much energy at the county level."
"I'm investigating here. You have to hold still and don't panic. In short, with our Tang family's protection, you will definitely be fine." The person Wang Jinsuo called Mr. Tang calmly emphasized.
Wang Jinsuo said yes repeatedly.
In the deepest part of an alley near Beihai where armed police are on duty, there is a deep house compound with a small reception room in the backyard. Three men with similar facial expressions are sitting or standing.
The youngest among them hung up the phone on Wang Jinsuo, turned to look at the two people sitting drinking tea, frowned and said: "Brother, third brother, it seems that we have met a powerful character."
"A few years younger than me, when he is the mayor of Cangshan, it is not surprising that there is someone in the capital. This is why I have to remove him." The man who spoke was about thirty years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. At first glance, he looked polite, but his face
The smile is too gloomy, and he is definitely not a weakling.
Tang Rui.
The third eldest son of the Tang family.
The person sitting next to him is Tang Rui's eldest brother Tang Bo. The person who answered the phone just now... was the fourth son Tang Yu. Counting the second son Tang Zhan, the younger generation in the capital call them the fourth young masters of the Tang family.
Their grandfather walked through the snow-capped mountains and grasslands, and commanded many large-scale battles involving more than 100,000 people during the War of Liberation. He made great military achievements throughout his life as a soldier, but unfortunately he did not survive the ten years of catastrophe.
Tang Bo frowned and sipped his tea, and said: "Third brother, you are the mayor of Wudong, the richest prefecture-level city in Ningxi. The boy named Wang has sent you thousands of miles away, why do you need to do this?
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Tang Rui smiled and said slowly: "Brother, I am used to nipping threats in the bud. If Wang Xiaofei is allowed to grow bigger, he might be my biggest opponent in a few years."
"Will it?" Tang Bo didn't believe it.
Tang Rui said seriously: "Judging from the speed at which he is climbing up, he will definitely do it."
Tang Bo nodded slightly. The third child was smarter than him, could see further, and had great ambitions. The whole family had high hopes for him, and he would not make secrets or make enemies casually.
At this time, Tang Yu's cell phone rang again and the call was connected. After a few words, the boy's expression changed drastically as if he was frightened. He turned to his two brothers and said, "The one with the surname Wang was Yang Chen."
"Yang Chen...which Yang Chen?" Tang Bo asked nervously.
"The Yang Chen who crippled Zhang Lingfeng..." Tang Yu replied with a wry smile.
Tang Rui narrowed his eyes suddenly and murmured with a complicated expression: "I see..."
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Before getting off work, Wang Jinsuo received a notice from his superiors. His face was ashen and he called Mr. Tang, who had vowed to protect him, but no one answered.
"It's over..."
Wang Jinsuo slapped himself hard on the forehead. The situation took a turn for the worse, far beyond his imagination and tolerance. He thought about it for half an hour. When everyone was almost gone, he left the office in despair and went to the underground garage of the building to pick up his car. He used to drive a Cadillac to cope with the situation.
, replaced by the old Passat I have now.
He got into the car, closed the door, and fastened his seat belt. As soon as he started the car, a cold hard object hit the back of his head. His mind, filled with thoughts, went blank for an instant.
gun?
His heart was in his throat.
"This gun in my hand is a real one." A cold voice came from the back seat, followed by a pop, and there was a shocking bullet hole in the passenger seat.
Wang Jinsuo turned pale with shock. He had no time to react. The gun was pressed against the back of his head. He only heard the gunman say: "Drive to Wanliu Golf Club."
Wang Jinsuo felt a little relieved. The Wanliu Golf Club was not a tiger's den, deep in the mountains and old forests, and was not suitable for killing people. As he started the car, he secretly prayed that the gunman would not change places again.
The old Passat stopped and went all the way. Wang Jinsuo, who was trembling while driving, thought about jumping out of the car or crashing to save himself. After all, he lacked the courage to take risks and did not dare to do anything. Fortunately, the destination remained unchanged and the car drove smoothly into Wanliu Golf Club.
In the middle of winter, the grass is withered and yellow, and the setting sun makes it even more desolate and desolate.
On the field, more than a dozen people were not playing golf. Instead, they were holding shotguns and aiming at the Frisbees that were shot into the air by catapults. The golf course had become a shooting range.
