Zhu Desheng's visit to the Wrangler's house today was not to ask questions. He had already understood the situation before he came. Especially after talking to Du Feng, he calmed down completely. He is not the kind of person who protects children regardless of the consequences. He can do what he wants.
Today's position is such that we can solve problems in a moment of anger. It is a fait accompli and revenge can never change the outcome.
Du Feng is a conscientious policeman and has always been. When he talked to Zhu Desheng, he told the story exactly. He was always observing the emotional changes of this senior official, especially after he analyzed the primary and secondary responsibilities.
There was a hint of anger on the other person's face, but on the contrary, he saw the self-blame flashing in those deep eyes.
Du Feng was straightforward, but not a fool. He believed that this senior official was either a deep political expert in the city, or he knew very little about what his son was doing outside. He would rather believe it was the first, and he held on to it at that time.
The reminder brought out a major variable in this matter, and that was Xu Qing, a special person with an absurdly high military rank.
People who have reached the level of Zhu Desheng are more or less aware of the existence of those special departments, especially the Chinese Wuhun. However, there is a city in these special departments that is rarely visited, Dongjiang City, because there is a
There is a gang that is not a gangster, the Golden Eyes Gang, Zhu Desheng has a close friendship with an elder of the Golden Eyes Gang.
The Golden Eyes Gang is an aloof organization. According to the elder, they are just a bunch of idlers who just want to live a peaceful life. But Zhu Desheng knows that every idler in the Golden Eyes Gang has extraordinary abilities.
Because of their existence, Dongjiang City will become a pure land. It can be said that the officials in Dongjiang City are the most relaxed. He also has some capital. If necessary, the idle people can help him solve some problems.
When Zhu Desheng walked into the hotel, a male clerk immediately came forward to greet him. He smiled warmly, but there was a trace of unconcealable nervousness in his eyes. This clerk was Balang. The store had been closed for a few days and only reopened today.
The waitresses hadn't come over after being contacted, so he could only serve as a guest waiter. He would inevitably be a little nervous when he saw a few people in police uniforms coming in.
"Everyone, please take a seat. Our store is reopening today. All dishes are at 10% discount, and the portions are the same as before..." Balang introduced the dishes in the store warmly, but he felt nervous in his heart.
It got a little worse, and the middle-aged man opposite had a depressing aura in his movements. He felt that his throat was dry and he felt various discomforts.
Zhu Desheng smiled calmly and said: "It seems we are in for a treat today. Is there a private room upstairs?" He came here today to meet with the boss here, but now is not the time to reveal his identity, so he will make peace with it now.
Balang smiled and replied: "There is a box upstairs, please take it." After saying that, he stretched his hand forward in a gesture of invitation, and Zhu Desheng and others quickly walked up the stairs.
Balang led a group of people upstairs and arranged a medium-sized box for them. As a temporary waiter, it was enough for him to do his job.
Zhu Desheng reached out and picked up the menu on the table, flipped through it casually a few times, and absent-mindedly announced a list of dish names. Unknowingly, he had ordered ten dishes in succession, still naming the dishes in his mouth.
"Stir-fried lamb loin with green onion, grilled lamb tenderloin..." Zhu Desheng seemed to be following the instructions, and would flip through the menu with his hands from time to time. It wasn't until the secretary next to him coughed that he suddenly came back to reality, closed the menu and said, "That's it."
There are too many, have you memorized them all?”
Balang nodded and said, "I've written it down. Do you have anything else that needs to be modified?" He honestly handed over the folder with the recorded dish names and prepared to show it to the two of them, but Zhu Desheng waved his hand and said
: "No need to modify it, just serve it like this. There are many of us."
Balang took back his single clip and was about to turn around and leave, but after taking two steps, a deep male voice came from behind: "Call the boss over and tell her that someone is looking for her here. The issue of compensation for dog bites needs to be implemented."
It was Du Feng who spoke. He took the hint from Secretary Zhu Desheng and expressed his intention. Sometimes it is most effective to skip the fluff and go straight to the topic, which can make things much simpler.
Balang's back stiffened and he stood there. He had sensed that the people coming were evil when they entered the door. Now that the other party had revealed their identity, he forgot how to deal with it. After murmuring for a while, he finally said in a low voice: "
Our boss is not here, really not here."
The secretary sitting next to Zhu Desheng raised his head and glanced at Du Feng. This kind of excuse had been expected for a long time, and there was no way he could hide it from anyone present. Du Feng nodded knowingly and walked over quickly.
Beside Balang, he said calmly: "You can tell her that the parties involved are willing to mediate, but both parties must show enough sincerity. If she doesn't show up before dinner, I think you should know the consequences.
..." After saying that, he took out the certificate from his pocket and spread it out before Balang's eyes. He waited for his eyes to stop for a moment and then took it back.
Balang no longer knew whether he should tell Tana this matter. He fell into a deep entanglement and couldn't move forward, as if he was frozen in vain.
Du Feng frowned and said in a deep voice: "Go ahead, serve the food first, tell your boss that you must take responsibility for hurting someone, and don't let us use extraordinary measures again..."
"I want to see how awesome Director Du's extraordinary methods are. To save face, I'll use it to give my brother a taste first!" A joking voice sounded from outside the door, and then the box door was pushed open with a bang, and Xu Qing
Standing at the door with his arms folded, Du Feng looked at Du Feng with a half-smile. He could clearly hear every word this guy said just now. The public security director opened and closed his mouth with threats. This people's servant was a bit cheating.
Already.
At first glance, Du Feng saw that Xu Qing couldn't help but take two steps back, but it was useless. The man at the door strode over, looking completely confident.
Zhu Desheng, who was sitting at the table, was also sizing up the young man in front of him. His aura could actually force the police chief to take two steps back. Looking at the whole Jiangcheng, there was probably only one, that ancient warrior named Xu Qing, the Chinese Martial Spirit.
member.
At this time, the secretary sitting next to Zhu Desheng stood up with a cry and slid to Du Feng's side. Unexpectedly, there was a hidden dragon and crouching tiger next to Secretary Zhu. Any secretary who came out was an ancient warrior with a few brushes. Look at him.
The way he slid forward just now, he seemed to have reached the level where he could be regarded as a top expert in the country.
Xu Qing raised his eyebrows and looked at the secretary in front of him expressionlessly. An invisible pressure surged in the direction of his gaze.