Master Wei hurriedly greeted Jiang Yuan and others to take their seats, and said with a smile on his face: "Dai Zhi said that Captain Jiang likes to eat hot pot, and asked me to arrange the best hot pot restaurant in Lanyue City. I said we are the best
How can a good hot pot restaurant be so good? Dai Zhi said he was a chef from Sichuan with many years of experience. I said, that’s not possible. The chef has left the strongest front-line position. He still needs to be skilled in cooking.
We want the strongest chef on the front line!”
The people at the same table were all members of the backlog team. Wu Junhao couldn't help but look up and looked at Wei Shijun: "You can do it, Xiao Wei. You can flatter him in just three sentences."
"You've heard it a lot since you were a kid, and you'll be good at it." Wei Shiqun showed a humble expression.
Wu Junhao could only give a thumbs up.
Wei Shijun is a very low-key second-generation person. He never takes the initiative to show off his family background. In addition to not liking to work, being unwilling to accept unspoken rules, and not being bullied, his attitude is usually relatively casual and gives people a good impression.
It feels good. But between the lines, people who know the "secret" always find out his secret easily.
He didn't hide this secret well either.
If Wei Shijun was an undercover agent, he would have gone down to the well to eat the next day. But the reality is that Shen Yaowei was still digging for evidence, and Wei Shijin had already flown out of town.
Jiang Yuan looked at the hot pot with a smile on his face. He ate the meat stewed by his father at home. When he was away from home, there was no such condition. Hot pot with Jiangfu Town’s selected beef would be the best.
Wang Chuanxing helped Jiang Yuan mix the ingredients, and then said: "Xiao Wei's flattery hasn't finished yet, continue, are you looking for a chef in Sichuan?"
"He's the chef of my favorite hotpot restaurant in Chengdu, Chef Ma. I'm supposed to bring him here for you to meet, but forget it, Chef Ma is a little bit unassuming, so he's not suitable for meeting in a hotel."
Every word of Wei Shiqun's words was laced with a little story, which made everyone find it very interesting.
Mu Zhiyang asked curiously: "How embarrassing is it?"
"He comes from a poor family and grew up in oil smoke. He is thin and small and has pockmarks on his face. But the hot pot ingredients he cooks are really delicious. You will know after you taste them. It is very delicious.
, perfectly reflects the taste of hot pot." Wei Shiqun said seriously.
Wu Junhao laughed when he heard this: "When people talk about hot pot, they all say Chongqing hot pot. You are from Chengdu."
"What do Chongqing people know about hot pot!" Wei Shiqun sneered.
…
Changyang City.
Lixin Industrial Park.
This place is more than 50 kilometers away from the city center. It looks desolate from a distance, and it also looks like a desolate place up close. In fact, it is a desolate place.
However, there are not many vehicles used for construction coming in and out.
The construction of the industrial park is no better than that of the city. It is widely spread out. Although vehicles are constantly coming and going, there are basically no people gathered in groups. This makes the industrial attribute of the industrial park even more industrial.
Outside the east gate of the industrial park, a garbage truck was parked far away. There was a bright and dim light in the car, as if it was a driver who had taken a break and stopped temporarily.
The security guard at the entrance of the industrial park could see the garbage truck here, but he didn't pay any attention to it.
It's already so late, everyone has come out to work overtime, and no one is willing to do more.
One o'clock in the morning.
A car drove quickly from a distance, and its bright lights cheered up the security guards at the gate of the industrial park.
At the same time, Ren Kuangshan's cell phone rang while he was sitting in the garbage truck in the distance.
"That's the car." The dull voice on the phone only said one sentence and then hung up.
Without saying a word, Ren Kuangshan flicked the cigarette butt away, closed the window, pulled down the black ski mask on his head, put on his sunglasses, and started the car.
After keeping watch for several hours, he was a little tired now. Even if he was decapitating people for a living, Ren Kuangshan still had the urge to finish the job quickly.
Of course, this mission actually requires just such a moment of determination.
Ren Kuangshan stepped on the accelerator lightly to prevent the garbage truck from making too strange a roar.
As the speed gradually increased, Ren Kuangshan's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly and began to sweat slowly.
This is not the first time that he has hit someone with his car, but the two previous times were real accidents. At the very least, he, who used to drive a truck to pull steel coils, could only hold on tight to save his own life.
The steering wheel hit it decisively.
And this time...
Just for the money!
No, part of it is revenge against society!
Why am I the only one who has cancer!
Ren Kuangshan's eyes were fixed on the Audi car ahead, and his foot stepped on the accelerator deeper and deeper.
It has been almost a year since he was diagnosed with gastric cancer. The doctor said it was early stage, and his family also said it was early stage, and it would be fine after surgery. However, Ren Kuangshan asked another doctor and found out that it was at least in the middle stage.
Some people with mid-stage gastric cancer can live longer, but not by much.
There are many truck drivers suffering from stomach cancer. Ren Kuangshan has seen some who live seven to eight years, some five or six years, and some who may die in two or three years.
Ren Kuangshan is so scared, hateful, and angry...
On the hospital bed after the operation, Ren Kuangshan felt even more regretful.
There are too many things he wants to do but hasn't done yet, mostly because he has no money, a few because he doesn't have the opportunity, and some because he can't do them and can't live with them morally.
However, if he is about to die, what morality can control him?
If you bump into another person, take the money and leave, you still have a few years to live freely, do things that you didn't have money to do before, and do things that you couldn't do when you were moral. In this way, the hard-earned money you have saved over the years will be
You can also leave it at home.
He checked with a lawyer online and found out that even if he broke the law, the income from his labor would still be his. Just in case, he also wrote a divorce agreement to his wife.
As for the future, it only takes a few years to live.
Ren Kuangshan stepped on the accelerator heavily, and the carefully maintained garbage truck roared loudly and rushed towards the gate of the industrial park at a very high speed.
Ren Kuangshan's hand controlled the direction of the car steadily. Driving a large car was also a laborious job. In a few years, he probably wouldn't be able to hold the front of the car, at least not so steadily.
Therefore, now is the most suitable time for you to hit someone.
It wasn't until the headlights of the garbage truck swept over that the security guards in front of the industrial park became surprised.
They watched the garbage trucks coming in and out every day and never thought there was any problem. However, the garbage truck in front of them was moving so fast that there was no sign of braking.
The Audi car that had just arrived in front of the industrial park had just slowed down and stopped, waiting for the security guards of the park to lift the gate at the door. It couldn't help but not realizing the danger was coming. Even when the headlights of the garbage truck swept over it, it was just strange.
And frowned in frustration.
Neither the driver nor the passengers of the Audi car imagined that they would become the targets of deliberate murder.
boom!
The garbage truck hit the side and front of the Audi heavily, causing the roof to roll. The parts of the overturned car were already scattered everywhere before it even hit the ground.
Even at this time, the experienced Ren Kuangshan did not step on the brakes, but added a little more gas.
After driving a large car into a small car twice, Ren Kuangshan has understood that as long as the body of the large car is strong enough, a small car of only about 2 tons will not pose a threat to a large car with a dead weight of 20 tons or even 40 tons.
The only person who can make a cart overturn is the cart itself.
Therefore, as long as you keep the steering wheel steady and don't slam on the brakes hard, a big car hitting a small car will be like a high-speed car hitting a motorcycle. It will be ejected, and its own driving will not even be affected.
Influence.
Ren Kuangshan stepped on the accelerator just to balance the little resistance brought by the car.
After the resistance disappears, the cart is fully capable of driving normally, just like what Ren Kuangshan is doing.
With the park security guards dumbfounded, Ren Kuangshan's garbage truck drove another kilometer, passed a big bend, and then came to a sudden stop.
Ren Kuangshan opened the car door, ran out of the car, jumped over the green belt, and after searching for a while, he found the mountain bike that he had already put here.
Mountain biking has been his hobby in recent years, and it is considered the most expensive hobby in his life. This was originally a skill he developed for wild fishing, and wild fishing was originally to save the cost of fishing in black pits.
Who could have imagined that he would eventually use this technique for murder.
Ren Kuangshan picked up his mountain bike, got acquainted with the road, and then drove down the dirt road.
It wasn't until more than ten minutes after he left that a police car drove over. They were extremely surprised when they found the garbage truck. They then began to set up a cordon on the spot and made phone calls.
By the time someone started checking the driver's escape route, nearly half an hour had passed since Ren Kuangshan helped up the motorcycle.
A large number of police cars, honking their sirens at this time, gathered in front of the garbage trucks and Lixin Industrial Park.
…
morning.
Before Jiang Yuan woke up, the phone rang.
"Jiang Yuan, are you awake?" Yu Wenshu's voice came.
"Wake up." What could Jiang Yuan say, and he got up.
"Can you return to Changyang?" Yu Wen wrote: "Academician Lou of Changyang University was murdered. The case is serious."