4-55 Secretary Zheng who loves to drink Huaijiang Daqu
After a short swearing-in meeting, the members of the red team packed up their bags and boarded the military green off-road truck waiting at the door. The officers boarded the camouflage-painted Land Cruiser in front, and headed towards the western suburbs at night with a fake military vehicle formation.
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I don't know when, the sky started to snow, and the falling snow particles rustled on the camouflage carport. The soldiers in the car sat quietly, their young faces full of perseverance, and the rubber training guns in their hands were just
It's just a look. What will really come in handy are the brand new long-handled fire axes in the wooden boxes deep in the carriage.
After Instructor Li's devilish training, the physical fitness and tactical abilities of these soldiers have made great progress. They just suffer from the lack of opportunities to perform. If they continue to hold it in, they will probably develop something wrong. The matter of Mao Hai and Xiao Xue has already ended.
As we all know, such confusion of right and wrong is too much to deceive others. Even three-foot-old boys and octogenarians are furious, let alone these young and vigorous young men.
What sat on the off-road truck was not a group of soldiers, but a group of angry wolves.
The convoy was driving to the western suburbs and encountered a traffic jam on the road. The traffic police saw that they were military vehicles and specially cleared a road for them to pass. They also saluted the military vehicles. Li Jianguo, who was sitting in the passenger seat, also gave the traffic police a standard military salute.
Driving to a secluded intersection on the outer ring road, the convoy stopped temporarily. After waiting for five minutes, a Grand Cherokee with police lights came from a distance. The two cars met. The Grand Cherokee's window rolled down, revealing Officer Hu.
With a serious face, he reported a set of coordinate numbers to Liu Ziguang.
Liu Ziguang nodded and carried out GPS positioning based on the data provided by Hu Rong. The motorcade set off again, with the police car slowly following them after they left.
The snow is getting heavier.
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In the provincial capital, in the guest house of the Provincial Party School, the phone rang. Teacher Chen, who was sitting on the sofa watching the news broadcast, almost rushed to the phone, grabbed the phone and said: "Hello."
"Excuse me, is this Teacher Chen Zhiyi?" said the polite capital accent.
"It's me."
"Hello, I am Xiao Shao, Secretary Zheng's secretary. Is it inconvenient for you right now?"
“Convenient and convenient.”
"Okay, please wait a moment, Secretary Zheng will be here soon."
Five minutes later, a shiny black Audi drove through the gate of the party school. The door opened, and a slender middle-aged man got out, wearing a windbreaker and having an extraordinary temperament.
It was snowing heavily outside. The driver opened the umbrella and helped the leader to hold it, but the leader reached out and took the umbrella and held it up himself. He walked towards the guest house, followed by the young secretary with his purse under his arm.
It wasn't until they entered the guest house that the staff of the party school discovered that it was the car of the provincial party committee's No. 1 boss. Everyone broke out in a cold sweat. The boss had made a sudden attack again. He quickly informed the leaders!
Secretary Zheng took his secretary into the elevator, went up to the third floor, and came to Teacher Chen's room. Just as he was about to knock on the door, the door opened. Teacher Chen stood at the door and said enthusiastically: "Old classmate, welcome."
Secretary Zheng smiled and said: "It's me who welcomes you. I've been going down to inspect the work these days. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for two days."
"What's going on? Come in, come in."
But Secretary Zheng waved his hand and said, "I won't come in. Have you eaten?"
"I've eaten."
"After you've eaten, eat some more. I haven't eaten yet. Xiao Shao, let the cafeteria arrange some stir-fries and get a bottle of white wine, Huaijiang Daqu. I'll have a drink with my old classmate."
"Okay." The secretary turned around and went to make arrangements. Teacher Chen quickly put on his coat and shoes. When they arrived at the gate, they saw heavy snowfall outside, white snow everywhere, and a unique atmosphere.
"Old classmate, are you interested in poetry?" Secretary Zheng said with a smile.
Teacher Chen sighed: "I am tired of running around, how can I still be in the mood to write poetry? I am no longer the high-spirited young man who loved poetry and prose."
Secretary Zheng looked at this good friend who had guided the country and promoted literature with him in the past. He saw that he had gray hair and a slightly hunched back. He looked nearly ten years older than himself, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly.
The Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee wanted to have a meal at the Party School Guesthouse, and the leaders of the Guesthouse were all alarmed. Fortunately, all kinds of ingredients were stored in the freezer in the cafeteria, and the master chef was also on duty. It was not a problem to fry a few exquisite side dishes. The key was Secretary Zheng's request.
That bottle of white wine is really rare.
To say Maotai Wuliangye Remy Martin xo is just a matter of one sentence, but this Huaijiang Daqu worth four and a half yuan a bottle is really a rarity in the provincial capital. Even if you have money, you can’t buy it. The security guard from Jiangbei is the gatekeeper of the guest house.
He gave an idea, saying that there might be some for sale at a nearby construction site.
The manager of the guest house also took the risk and took the driver to a construction site five kilometers away in the snow. He bought a bottle of Huaijiang Daqu from a small shop in the Jiangbei migrant workers' gathering area. Normally, he wouldn't even look at it when he got it.
When buying low-quality liquor, the manager burst into tears with excitement. He hugged the bottle and kissed it several times. In order to meet unexpected needs, he simply wrapped the remaining half box of Huaijiang Daqu and took it away in a cart.
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In the restaurant of the guest house, Secretary Zheng and Teacher Chen were sitting opposite each other. On the table were a few simple side dishes, fried peanuts, cold preserved eggs, dry-cut braised beef, and a very unique pot of fried golden cicadas.
It is a special dish of Jiangbei that goes with wine.
The manager hurried over with Huaijiang Daqu. When he saw that the master chef prepared such a dish for Secretary Zheng, he immediately became furious. However, seeing that Secretary Zheng’s expression seemed quite satisfied, he tolerated it for the time being and went back to quietly question the chef: "
Why are you so stingy, just making these side dishes for the big boss?"
The big chef smiled disdainfully and said: "I have never tasted anything as a leader. People don't care if you make foie gras, truffles and abalone. The big boss wants to drink Huaijiang Daqu. He is an old friend from Jiangbei. Give me
They have integrated some Jiangbei characteristics, which is the most suitable."
The manager secretly admired that he was a master borrowed from the Provincial Party Committee's Administration Bureau. He was very good at judging the leadership's taste by observing his words and expressions.
"Smoke." The manager generously took out his soft Chinese.
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Picking up the small wine cups, it felt like they were back in that era. The two old alumni of Jiangbei No. 1 Middle School drank the wine in one gulp, making a "tsk" sound. They showed the bottom of the empty cups and laughed.
Secretary Shao, who was sitting far away, couldn't help but sigh. He hadn't seen Secretary Zheng drinking for a long time. Even in diplomatic situations, he only tasted it briefly. This time he actually drank liquor. It seemed that this old classmate had deeply touched him.
past events.
"Do you still remember the first time we drank? It was white wine stolen from the school cafeteria. We drank a plate of peanuts and drank all the bottle of Huaijiang Daqu. After drinking, you wrote a poem.
, Alas, it feels like yesterday when I think of it." Secretary Zheng said with emotion.
"You're still talking about me. You're not the same as writing love letters to Meng Lina after drinking too much." Teacher Chen replied.
The two laughed again. Secretary Zheng picked up the bottle and helped his old classmate pour it. Snow was falling outside the window. It was indescribably happy to have a drink with an old friend for many years.
Hearing their hearty voices, the leaders of the guest house were all delighted. It was not only an honor for No. 1 of the Provincial Party Committee to come to their place for a drink, it was directly related to the political future of the leaders.
While drinking, Secretary Zheng noticed something strange about his old classmate and asked, "Old Chen, what are you doing here this time?"
"Yes, there is an unjust case. I hope you will ask about it."
"I just know that you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything, so tell me, I'll listen."
So Teacher Chen narrated what happened to Wen Xue. He tried his best to keep himself from being emotional, but when he said it, he couldn't help but feel angry, and tears burst out of his eyes: "The child has suffered enough, and he will soon..."
After taking the college entrance examination and being imprisoned, this will harm a person for the rest of his life."
After Secretary Zheng listened, he thought for a long time and suddenly asked: "The name Nie Wenfu is very familiar. I seem to have heard it somewhere."
"Nie Wenfu is Nie Wenfu, nicknamed Nie Dapao. He was a tea stove worker in No. 1 Middle School and the commander of the rebels." Teacher Chen sneered.
"It turns out it's him." Secretary Zheng frowned.
"My father was forced to death by him, and your dream girl Meng Lina was also said to have been forced to rape her and then committed suicide by jumping off a building. I will always remember these blood debts."
Secretary Zheng suddenly stood up and dropped the wine glass and chopsticks on the table, which frightened the leaders of the guest house in the distance. What was going on!
Secretary Shao also stood up and looked at Secretary Zheng with searching eyes.
Secretary Zheng said: "Help me answer the calls from the Jiangbei City Public Security Director and the Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Committee."
Secretary Shao picked up his cell phone and dialed the provincial party committee duty room first, asking them to quickly contact the relevant departments in Jiangbei City. Secretary Zheng wanted to speak to Ma Boren and Hu Yuejin.
This was not a private phone call, but a formal leadership conversation, following organizational procedures. Radio waves were transmitted back and forth between the provincial capital and Jiangbei City. Five minutes later, Hu Yuejin, secretary of the Jiangbei Municipal and Legal Committee, called.
Secretary Zheng took the phone, walked to the window, looked at the heavy snow outside, and asked Hu Yuejin in a very calm tone about the murder case in Jinxiu Jiangnan, Jiangbei City.
Lao Hu, who had been excluded from the circle of power and was celebrating the New Year at home, suddenly received a call from the Political and Legal Committee, saying that the secretary of the Provincial Party Committee was personally talking to him. He was so shocked that he was sweating. He had no time to think about anything, so he hurriedly got through.
The number provided by the Political and Legal Affairs Committee.
Unexpectedly, Secretary Zheng was concerned about the murder of Nie Wenfu. Fortunately, Hu Yuejin had carefully read the information provided by his daughter and knew the case quite well, so he narrated it in simple terms from the perspective of an experienced investigator and provided his own personal experience.
Opinion.
"Okay, thank you, Comrade Yuejin." Secretary Zheng hung up the phone and had a clear understanding of the case. At this time, Director Ma also called.
Director Ma was still out socializing at this time. He drank a lot of foreign wine and his mind was a little unclear. When he heard Secretary Zheng asking about the case, his mind became even more confused. Apart from the name of the victim, he didn't even know the name and age of the murderer. He didn't know much about the case.
He didn't understand the process at all, so he could only rely on vague impressions to retell Yang Feng's black-and-white report in detail.
After putting down the phone, Secretary Zheng's expression was still calm, but Secretary Shao, who was familiar with the leader's temperament, knew that there was already a storm under the calm face.
"Xiao Shao, come here." Secretary Zheng called the secretary over and ordered two things: "Call the Public Security Department immediately and ask them to set up an inspection team. Be sure to arrive in Jiangbei City tomorrow, and also ask the Provincial Party Committee General Office to
Comrades mobilized capable personnel to form an inspection team and went to Jiangbei for investigation."
"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away." Secretary Shao turned around and left.