Official Immortal

In fact, with the arrogance of the village chief Zheng, most young people can’t see it in the eyes, and now greeting people around is to put a kind of psychological pressure on the people of Beichong. Anyway, the confession of the old Liu village is really bad for Beichong. .

The villagers unanimously pointed out that the vegetable vendors in Beichong had been short of catties. Yesterday the villagers went to buy pecans and bought ten catties and only gave eight catties. Everyone really couldn't hold back. I went to reason today. Had to counterattack passively.

No one believes this. Where is the truth that seven or eight people are acting against more than one hundred local strong guys? But when they say so, jǐngcha remembers that.

After saying hello, Zheng Tao walked up to Meng Zhixin and stretched out his hand with a smile, "This is District Mayor Meng, right? I have something to say. I have been very busy these past two days... how did it become like this?"

District Chief Meng put his hands behind his back, ignoring the hand he stretched out, just smiled faintly, "Wait and cry."

"Hey, this is really interesting," Zheng Tao couldn't help but snorted and turned to leave.

Yesterday, he accompanied a secretary-general of the province zhèngfǔ and the director of the Provincial Planning Commission. He left after drinking until 11 o'clock without looking at his mobile phone. When he returned to the door of his house, he found that the door was brushed with a few large characters.

Village Chief Zheng was immediately annoyed. Where is Bei Chong? Of course he knows, Yangzhou, I **** your uncle, Yangzhou people dare to come to the field?

Even if the heads of other districts in Chaotian call, he will not pee--unless you have a relationship in the city, or else, if I guard such a big old Liucun, I can't be eaten by you?

As for Beichong, it may be very powerful-a piece of land has been set aside in the wholesale market, but you can figure it out... I am here in Laoliu Village, not a wholesale market.

After entering the house, he took out his mobile phone, and wanted to know if this Beichong person was a idiot or what happened-you want to buy my land, if I don’t see you, then I don’t want to sell it. no?

After I found out the phone, I found out the phone number from my younger brother N. When I called back, everyone said that the people in Beichong were too rampant. If they didn't rectify it, it would be going to shake the sky.

It happened that Village Chief Zheng drank a lot. He felt that it was not a big deal, so he said that he would go and **** them tomorrow morning. Then he made arrangements and unified the slogan—we didn’t bully people, it was our old Liu villagers. The shortage is two short.

He didn’t go to the scene for the battle this morning, but he also heard that the bravery of Beichong people was really not for nothing. Now two of them are hospitalized, one has a broken leg and one has a broken arm. Lao Liucun was badly injured, and more than a dozen people were embarrassed.

For a while, he felt that he was a little impulsive, and it was a bit worthless to provoke the barbarians in the field, so he wanted to say hello to District Mayor Meng. Let's see if we can make major and minor matters smaller.

But the deputy district chief’s words were too ugly, and he became angry. Do you really think we are muddled? So I turned around and left, Nima, I really thought I was a Chaotian, and had the ability to bring hundreds of people and **** me.

But that's what I think. Considering that the district mayor seems to have a little pity in his eyes, Village Chief Zheng hesitates a bit again—yes, that's a pity look.

So he had to make a few phone calls to find out about Bei Chong's situation, but his phone calls could not be made casually.

And the people he came into contact with were basically talking about life in Chaotian. No matter how unambiguous Zheng is, he is just a village chief. Therefore, it was not until noon that he inquired about Bei Chongzhen from his friends in industry and commerce. Unambiguously, there is now the province's number one hemp company, and the provincial bureau has clearly stated its support, as if... There are also projects in the province.

It is no wonder that the development of Beichong has no projects that have a great impact on the outside world, mainly agriculture. Although Laoliu Village is a rural village, it really doesn't care much about agriculture.

In the end, Zheng Tao called the Organization Department of the Municipal Party Committee. He wanted to find out if there were any powerful people in Bei Chong, and he exclaimed, "Fuck me, old Zheng, did you not go with Bei Chong? Don't think I died fast enough?"

"I... didn't get on the bar, the kids below were ignorant and hit the other two people," Zheng Tao said with a dry smile, "I didn't take it seriously, and I heard the other party's tone quite unambiguously, so I asked for help."

"You've already called, what else did you say to ask? It must be annoying," the village chief over there is also very familiar with Zheng, so he sneered, "Bei Chong boss Chen Taizhong, kill black and white, the Huang family People, Mr. Yue personally praised... I won’t say too many of them, for fear of scaring you and offending him, many of them just disappeared."

"I said, Brother Chen, don't be joking like that," Zheng Tao was stunned, and he smirked, "Is there any time at noon... to sit together? I will urge you in the village for the piece of land your wife wants. ."

"You give it now, I don't dare to ask for it anymore," there was a sneer over there, "Let Chen Taizhong, what a joke, I only have one request... You just pretend that you didn't make the call, let alone know me, will it work?"

"Brother Chen's kindness reminded me," Village Chief Zheng replied with a dry smile.

"Nima...you are a farmer. I don't want this kindness. Just don't mention my name." Brother Chen said with fear, but he couldn't help reminding the other party-it would be considered a solid favor. "People from the Huang family, how many people are besieged in Hengbei, he can be confused, understand?"

"Understood," Zheng Tao hung up the phone sadly, only to feel that his eyelids jumped suddenly. After thinking for a while, he let the driver drove back to the police station.

After getting off the bus, he easily found Meng Zhixin. District Mayor Meng was standing in the yard smoking a cigarette with another person. He walked up and said with a smile, "Mayor Meng, it’s lunch, let’s find a place to sit. ...We are willing to compensate for the losses on Beichong's side. If we want to buy land, we can also discuss."

"Before, I always wanted to talk to you about this issue seriously," Meng Zhixin replied indifferently, "but now, the situation is beyond my control...you don't want to talk to me."

"Then who shall I talk to?" Village Chief Zheng asked with a smile. This person looks simpler on the outside, but a little bit arrogant, and now his arrogance is gone.

But Meng Zhixin would not underestimate the other party. He could be the village head in a village of more than 1,000 people. No matter how stupid he is, he can’t be stupid. So he replied coldly, “Talk to the beaten people in Beichong first. After gaining the understanding of the masses, let's talk about other things."

"But... they are short of catties, alas," Zheng Tao muttered in a low voice, then sighed, his honest face was full of helplessness.

Meng Zhixin glanced at him lightly, then turned to look at the person who was talking, and handed a one-hundred-yuan bill, "Xiao Liu will buy some fried egg cakes and water. If you have some food, you can bring it in."

The vegetable vendor suffered from the disaster of the pond fish. Even if the district does not buy it, Meng will buy it. This Xiao Liu is a vegetable vendor. As for Yang Boming, he is now in the hospital to visit the injured Beichong.

In the following time, the people of Beichong were surprisingly quiet, and the district chief Meng in the eyes of everyone, taking calls from time to time, without more words, the police station was surprisingly calm.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, this strange silence was finally broken. A whistling whistle came from far and near, and stopped abruptly at the door of the police station. The concierge was surprised to see that a Santana with jǐng lights stopped. Behind is a large Golden Dragon, and at least ten Ivecos.

As soon as the car stopped, people crackled like dumplings. Everyone was holding a jǐng stick in a camouflage uniform.

Santana got out of the car and ordered, "From one team to eight teams, surround the yard. Be careful of anyone escaping. Team nine to twelve will support you. Other teams and the directly affiliated teams will come in with me."

The concierge was surprised at first, then turned his head and ran in lifelessly. He shouted, "It's broken, it's broken, there are many people from Beichong..."

Jǐngcha, who led the team, ignored him, and brought a large group of people into the yard, and walked straight to the second-story building.

The police station’s jǐngcha was stunned when he watched the hundred and eighty menacingly approaching, the jǐngcha in the duty room in the building hesitated for a moment, but bit his head and walked up, "Hey, comrade Si, you What is this going to do?"

"I'm Lian Jianguo, deputy director of the Beichong Chengguan Police Station," the first-level secretary drew out his ID to show it, and replied, "I received a report from the masses, saying that I was injured by the local underworld in Chaotian, and we came out."

"You... come out?" The jǐng who was blocking the road choked silently. Chaotian and Beichong are hundreds of miles away. Are you coming out? However, seeing that the opponent is coming fiercely, he dare not say more, he can only smile bitterly, "It's not a triad... it's a local villager."

"Get out of the way," two camouflage uniforms came over and pulled him aside, "Don't get in the way!"

"You... are you going to attack jǐng?" Xiao Jǐngcha screamed, but he took two steps back and left the group.

"It's as if you were investigating," the camouflage uniform snorted coldly, with a deep disdain on his face. "If you want to find something, just say it, if you don't want to find something, just stay honestly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I'll give it to you. For half a minute, find someone in charge." Even the deputy director didn't care about that jǐng chap, and said loudly, "If we exceed the time, we will act on our own."

Following his words, the camouflage uniforms controlled the exits of the small building and the doors of other bungalows.

In less than half a minute, a tall middle-aged man walked out, dressed in casual clothes, and asked blankly, "I am Zhang Wanshan, the director here, what can you do?"

"We have taken over the case in which the Beichong people were beaten," Director Lian replied blankly. "I will give you three minutes to hand over all the suspects and Beichong people, as well as relevant information."

"Did you make a mistake?" Director Zhang is the chief director after all, and his brows frowned slightly. "The people from Beichong came to Chaotian to take over the case? Where is the truth?"

"How do you talk about you?" The camouflage uniform next to him stared, lifted the jǐng stick, and poke his shoulder hard, "There is a kind of thing you say?"

Before he finished his words, two more camouflage uniforms took a step forward, staring at each other eagerly.