For Zhou Weiguo, most of the chess pieces have been released. What to do next and whether the matter can be successful depends on the performance of these people.
Liu Zhihui looked at Zhang Jinghui, still frowning, even though Zhang Jinghui showed favor and weakness to him yesterday. His job is not only to protect the prime minister, but also to control and monitor.
Zhang Jinghui was still smiling and called Liu Zhihui to eat, to rest, and to go out.
Following Zhang Jinghui into the car, Liu Zhihui put the gun on his waist so that he could draw it immediately.
"Brother Liu, Mr. Lin, the director of the police station, is not a good person. Before he became the director of the Manchukuo Capital Police Station, he had always worked for the Japanese." Zhang Jinghui smiled and kept introducing the situation.
, "Before, I went to fight against the Anti-League team with the Japanese."
Liu Zhihui's frown deepened.
The car drove smoothly. Although Zhang Jinghui's status was really not high in the eyes of the Japanese, some of the things he should have were not limited to him.
After Zhang Jinghui said these words, he smiled and looked out the window.
Outside the window, some places are still white and the snow has not yet melted. The first snow of the year is unexpectedly early. There are clusters of buildings on the street, patrolling policemen in black walking by, and some pedestrians with their heads down.
It's not any different from usual.
With a curl of his lips, although he agreed to cooperate with Zhou Weiguo, he did not discuss in detail the extent of the cooperation. He is best at selling personal favors. He had contact with Zhou Weiguo, even if the Japanese were defeated.
His future life will still be very easy.
At this time, he had to laugh at Zhou Weiguo because he was young and not as scheming as him.
On the other hand, Liu Zhihui looked at Zhang Jinghui's expression and raised his eyebrows slightly. Zhou Weiguo told him that this Jinghui looked harmless, but being able to get into this position meant that he was not really harmless. Liu Zhihui should be careful in everything. Yes.
When contacting some people, Lian Lao's words would be too abrupt, but Zhang Jinghui would not do so. Although Zhang Jinghui's request seems to be very reasonable and seems to attach importance to love and justice, many times, if a person wants to act, others are watching.
Can't come out.
But in fact, for Zhang Jinghui, who has half his foot in the coffin, he originally wanted to do something for the Japanese for the rest of his life. Now he has a second choice, which can be regarded as an investment. This kind of investment he does not need
If you pay too much, or even just make a verbal promise, you can get a lot of returns afterwards. Where can you find such an investment?
When the car stopped, the driver got out of the car, opened the door on Zhang Jinghui's side, and helped Zhang Jinghui get out of the car, "Master, slow down a little."
Zhang Jinghui replied with a smile, "It's okay, take your time."
Liu Zhihui got out of the car on his own, and then walked to Zhang Jinghui's side, supporting him, but in fact, he was also controlling him. Liu Zhihui did not regard him as an ordinary old man.
"Thank you." Zhang Jinghui got out of the car, then took his crutches from the driver's hands and slowly walked up the steps step by step. The place where he asked the police chief to meet was a coffee shop, a Japanese restaurant.
Opened coffee shop.
In the three northeastern provinces, there are many Japanese industries.
Although the Chinese have many industries of their own, most of these obviously imported industries were opened by the Japanese.
What Liu Zhihui wore today was not to dress up for each other, but a white shirt and a black windbreaker, following Zhang Jinghui.
Zhang Jinghui walked slowly on crutches. When he entered the coffee shop, a waiter greeted him, "Mr. Zhang."
"Um."
"Invite this way." The waiter obviously knew Zhang Jinghui, or in other words, he got instructions from others.
"Yeah." Then, the waiter led the way and took Zhang Jinghui and Liu Zhihui into a slightly more private box.
"Mr. Lin is already inside."
"Okay, you go down." Zhang Jinghui said, "Two more glasses of milk."
"OK."
Pushing open the box door, Zhang Jinghui walked in first and then sat down, followed closely by Liu Zhihui.
There was already sitting inside a fat middle-aged man wearing a gray suit and a red bow tie, with a mustache and a slicked back hair. It was obvious that this man was the target of Liu Zhihui's trip.
"Mr. Zhang." The middle-aged man stood up and greeted Zhang Jinghui. In front of Zhang Jinghui, he was considered a junior.
"Well, sit down." Zhang Jinghui said. In front of most people, he appeared as a harmless old man.
"Thank you." The middle-aged man sat down and looked at Liu Zhihui. However, seeing Liu Zhihui standing behind Zhang Jinghui, he understood that he was a guard, so he didn't think much about it.
Soon, the waiter brought two glasses of hot milk and two small desserts.
"Mr. Zhang came to see me today. What's the matter?" The middle-aged man opposite, who was the director of the police station, spoke first.
"Xiao Lin, you don't have to be so polite." Zhang Jinghui waved his hand, took a sip of milk, exhaled, and then said with a smile, "I just want to ask how the work at the police station is lately? Can you adapt to it? Do you need help?"
Mr. Lin on the opposite side raised his eyebrows, and then replied with a smile, "Everything is fine. After all, I am just watching from the side. However, the princes have not been having a good time recently. The independent division in front just attacked Chengde.
At the moment, the princes are busy re-arranging the defense line in Ningcheng."
Zhang Jinghui nodded, "Do you have enough people?"
"Of course it's enough." Mr. Lin nodded, a little confused. You know, the Prime Minister in front of him didn't care about him! Now he suddenly invited him out for tea. It was already very weird, and what's even more weird is that
, actually asked about his work? He looked at the straight figure standing behind Zhang Jinghui with an imperceptible gaze, his eyes moved slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.
"That's enough." Zhang Jinghui nodded, "We are living a comfortable life now, thanks to Taijun, so you still need to work harder."
"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, I understand."
Liu Zhihui, who was standing behind, frowned. Zhang Jinghui always felt a little embarrassed by what he said. Moreover, judging from Director Lin's reaction, it was probably an awkward conversation. However, this Mr. Lin did not seem to be able to
People who stand in their camp.
"The world is changing now." Zhang Jinghui smiled and glanced at the middle-aged man opposite.
Mr. Lin raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Jinghui with doubts in his eyes, "Yes, the world is a bit chaotic now, but when it comes to change, it shouldn't be enough, right?"
"He's just throwing a hammer here and there, how can you be sure he can handle it in the end?" Zhang Jinghui continued to speak, with something in his words.