The home of the old security director is not easy to find, because his family does not live in the high-end residential complex in the center of the village, which is more luxurious than the urban environment. Instead, he lives on the side of a mountain. The old security director's name is Zhang Jia.
I am just 60 years old this year. I have been serving on the village committee since I was in my 20s until I retired and returned to my hometown at the end of last year. Since then, the village security director has been vacant.
The source of Tang Lin's information about jaw opening was not very glorious, because the person who provided the information was Lu Guyi, who was locked up in the interrogation room at the time. By then, the business was over, and Lu Guyi had fully confessed. Tang Lin asked Wang Pulin to avoid him, but Wang Pulin was very relieved of him and avoided him directly.
.Then only Tang Lin and Lu Guyi were left in the interrogation room.
Lu Guyi was at a loss and became even more nervous, "I...I have really told you everything I know. I really don't know anymore...really..."
Tang Lin smiled faintly and gave him a cigarette, but Lu Guyi didn't know how to smoke, but the infinite fear in his heart still took it, numbly being lit by Tang Lin, and then he coughed twice after taking one sip. Tang Lin didn't care.
These details are straight to the point.
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, I just want to protect you. But... I still need to know some things. How about Zhang Jia? I plan to visit him..."
This topic obviously has nothing to do with the case, but Lu Guyi couldn't care less about that and immediately coughed and told everything he knew.
"The old director... also known as Zhang Jia, actually has the highest prestige in the village. He was originally the village chief and served for a long time, but then Village Chief Fang came back from another job, and the old director trained him... But then the two of them
I don’t know what caused the disagreement, but it was very unpleasant... I really don’t know the details. I just know that the old director quit his job as security director because of this. In fact... there was a saying in Zhongqiang Village.
, that is, there are actually two village chiefs, and in the beginning when everyone had something to do, they were still used to going to the old director..."
"The old director is a very good person, but he is tough and will never compromise with those social gangsters. Moreover, the old director has worked hard and made great achievements. It was the old director who facilitated the participation of every family in Zhongqiang Copper Mine. At that time, Zhongqiang Copper Mine was just a
Who knew that the inconspicuous Shangoogou could be like this now? Anyway, those who believed in the old director's participation and money are now extremely rich, and those who did not participate back then are regretting it. But they were only in the dozens.
What happened years ago, I didn’t exist at that time...My dad was okay and participated a little bit, but...he liked gambling and lost his stocks..."
"Ahem... Ahem... Speaking of this, the two current security committee members are not enough to carry the old director's shoes, so the village is not convinced about which of them should be the director. Ahem... Now Director Tang
Here...I can only say that actually...ahem...the village is much better than your job as an inspector in the city bureau...really...the treatment is particularly good...because Zhongqiang Village is not as wealthy as ordinary people.
What comes to mind... Of course, Director Tang, you went to the village to solve the case, to get rid of the bullies, or to keep the peace... You are really a living bodhisattva who saves the suffering..."
The more Lu Guyi said, the more outrageous and frightened he became. Honest people are always afraid of this or that and are timid. And in this society, since ancient times, the bold have often been starved to death by the coward. This is simply an unbreakable truth.
Tang Lin got what he deserved. The method was not bright, but it was necessary. Today's Tang Lin is different from ever before. He has no time to stop and look at himself. If he had time, he would be surprised.
own changes.
Zhang Jia's house is easy to find because you can see it from a distance. It has a single-family house and a very large yard, which is at least as big as a standard football field. There are flowers, plants and trees on both sides of the yard, a large vegetable garden on the other side, and a wide open space in the middle.
There is an asphalt road, and the car can drive directly into the yard after entering the gate. In the middle is a very eye-catching and unique three-story building. Behind the building, there are two rows of bungalows and warehouses. I don’t know what they are used for.
Let's put it this way, even in the affluent Zhongqiang Village, there are not many families with such a large and conspicuous family. Tang Lin still remembered what Lu Guyi said that Zhang Zha bought a lot of shares himself, so he was a truly rich man.
The gate of the courtyard was very majestic and tall, but it was completely open. Tang Lin stopped the car and was considering whether to drive in or park outside the courtyard and walk in.
While he was hesitating, a tall middle-aged man in a straw hat who was tending to the yard on the right side of the yard stood up, looked at his car, and waved his hand, telling him to drive directly into the center of the yard. Because the vegetable garden was
Between the pedestals and flower stands and the three-story building there is enough green space to park 20 cars, and there is even a small fountain spraying water in the middle.
The spring light is bright, the water is gurgling, everything is so beautiful and dazzling.
Tang Lin parked the car and got out of the car immediately. The middle-aged man who greeted him had already walked out of the garden carrying a small pot of green lettuce. Tang Lin was stunned. He thought it was Zhang Jia's family, his son
Something like that. But when he got closer, he realized that this should be Zhang Jia himself.
But he looks like he is 60 years old, 50 years old at most, or even over 40 years old. Not only is the sky full and the earth is round, the face is red, but his body is very strong, and he walks like a breeze.
Tang Lin knew that he didn't know him but the Tiguan car that A took the photo with. The Tiguan car was not an ordinary brown, silver, white or black, but a particularly noble and low-key navy blue, which had a little more luster than navy blue.
Anyway, it doesn’t look like a Tiguan from a distance, but it looks a lot like its big brother Touareg.
The topic between Zhang Jia and Tang Lin also started with the color of the car. Zhang Jia had an indifferent smile on his face and said, "Haha, you are the new Tang Lin. Well, this car suits you very well. This car
I chose the color myself, it looks good, and it looks good now..."
Tang Lin was stunned. He didn't know whether this was a complete abandonment of power or a reluctance to give up power. He raised his hand and touched his nose, "Haha, I drove Tuhuan before, so I drove it."
I also think the car is quite friendly and comfortable. Hmm... As for the color, I can only say that it is really special, relatively low-key and restrained..."
He could only follow along without expressing any real attitude. It was already 11 o'clock at noon, and Tang Lin came at a bad time, because from 11 o'clock to 1 o'clock it can be said that it is meal time.
Sure enough, he opened his mouth and invited him in to eat together.
"It's a coincidence that you're here. My wife is traveling abroad with the children, and I'm the only one left at home to look after the house. Originally, I wanted to join in the fun, but my wife said that I don't feel safe without a housekeeper at home, so I can only
It's me..." Zhang Jia said as he led Tang Lin into the three-story building.
The design and layout inside are also low-key and luxurious. Although there is no jewelery or gold ornaments, Tang Lin can see that whether it is the top-grade marble floor or the solid wood antique furniture that can be seen everywhere, the open-jawed look is everywhere.
The status of a strong village and the status of a wealthy person.
Zhang Jaw seemed to have expected Tang Lin's arrival, and seemed to be quite familiar with Tang Lin. He was not polite to him at all. He directly brought him to the table, filled a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and faced each other with three or four side dishes.
I drank a glass of white wine. The staple food was the home-made steamed buns made with corn flour. They were golden and very appetizing.
He opened his jaw and tapped lightly on the liquor glass with his fingers, "You came by car, so you won't be allowed to drink. Let's eat. If you have anything to do, talk while you eat. I have never been a gentleman, so I don't eat or sleep without talking.
Instead of following the rules, I prefer the liveliness and celebration of a house full of descendants!"
Tang Lin was not polite. He grabbed the steamed buns and started eating them without praising or saying anything. He ate three of them in the blink of an eye and then stopped to talk.
"The old director's life is really comfortable now. To be honest, I feel a little envious. I even want to retire..." But there was something wrong with what he said.
He was also stunned when he opened his jaw, "You? You, Tang Lin, are not someone who can retire now. You have to know that in this world, the able always work harder, and your burden will be very heavy in the future..."
Tang Lin reached out and grabbed another steamed bun, "This steamed bun contains not only corn flour but also white flour and some millet flour. Did the old director make it himself?"
He opened his jaw and nodded, "Well, I was used to being poor when I was a child. So I still can't change my liking for this. But the children are at home and eat less. They don't like it. I eat enough by myself while they are out. You have to like it
Take a few more with you when you are able to leave. You are not afraid to put these things away. You can warm them up as you like and they will still have the same flavor..."
Tang Lin suddenly raised his head and said, "Old director, what do you think of the bombing on Ranchi Street?" He opened his mouth and drank the egg soup in the bowl. He was silent for a long time, then raised his head and glanced at Tang Lin, meaning
He replied profoundly, "Isn't this a problem you should solve? You shouldn't ask me..."
Tang Lin smiled, very relaxed and sincerely, "Haha, but without the old director, I'm afraid I won't be able to accomplish anything in the village!"