Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

"Director Duan, this is good. Secretary Deng represents the Political and Legal Committee, and Secretary-General Zhao represents the government. When the two of them come, Xiao Jiang can be considered a comfort." Although he understood the fishiness here, Chen Xiaoming

Still following Duan Wendong's words.

Duan Wendong nodded and said, "Well, it's not bad that Mayor Tao can let Secretary-General Zhao come over!"

When the car arrived at the funeral home, the logistics staff in the funeral home were busy. Nian Zhengxin, with a pale face, stood in the middle of the funeral home directing people to place various things. When he saw Duan Wendong walking

When he came over, he hurriedly greeted him.

"Director Duan, how's it going? Secretary Li can't get through?"

Nian Zhengxin looked forward to it, hoping to get the most promising answer. But looking at Duan Wendong's silence, he knew he was disappointed. Looking at Duan Wendong's expression, Nian Zhengxin couldn't help but cursed:

"Damn it, this man risked his life. How can I make him smaller by coming to pay homage? It's no big deal. If he doesn't come, he won't come!"

"Okay, old man, don't talk nonsense. Director Deng will be here later. You can ask someone to prepare it!" Duan Wendong waved his hand towards Nian Zhengxin and said without doubt.

Although Nian Zhengxin has a bit of a tough temper, it depends on who he is dealing with. Facing the cold-faced Duan Wendong, he really can't be tough. Looking at Duan Wendong's expression at this time, he agreed and moved towards

Chen Xiaoming, who was standing next to Duan Wendong, said: "Xiao Chen, go and talk about this matter."

After Chen Xiaoming left, Nian Zhengxin came to Duan Wendong and said, "Director Duan, those people are really fucking..."

"Okay, you don't have to blame others all the time. They also have difficulties. No one wants to offend others for no reason, especially their boss. Don't blame others too much."

After saying a few words to Nian Zhengxin, Duan Wendong took Nian Zhengxin to where his relatives were. Jiang's father and Jiang's mother were both in their sixties, and both looked very haggard at this time. The main thing to do now is

The person responsible was Jiang Cunming’s brother.

The Jiang family is still very grateful to Duan Wendong and Nian Zhengxin. After all, running around at Jiang Cunming's funeral as Duan Wendong is a kind of face in itself.

"Director Duan, Nian detachment leader, you have been busy all day, it's time to take a rest. Don't tire you out anymore." After Jiang's father said a few words to Duan Wendong, he tremblingly took it out of his pocket.

Take out a pack of cigarettes.

Facing this strong old man, Duan Wendong and Nian Zhengxin didn't know what to say. After the two of them took the cigarettes, Duan Wendong said a few words about the arrangements for the memorial service, and then said softly: "Teacher Jiang. For Cunming,

This time he died at work, and the Municipal Party Committee and the Municipal Government attach great importance to it. At the memorial service that will be held later, Secretary Deng from the Municipal Law Committee and Secretary-General Zhao from the Municipal Government will come to attend."

My son has passed away, and a man with white hair is giving away a man with black hair. This pain is beyond words. I heard that the leaders of the Municipal Law Committee and the municipal government came over, held Duan Wendong's hand and said: "Director Duan, I want you to worry!

After saying a few more words, Duan Wendong walked out of the family area. Following him was Nian Zhengxin. Nian Zhengxin looked at Duan Wendong and punched the big tree next to the funeral parlor.

He did not speak. But Duan Wendong understood his emotions. After pondering for a moment, Duan Wendong said in an unquestionable tone: "You must remember that no matter what, this memorial service must be held well."

Nian Zhengxin has been dealing with Duan Wendong for many years and has rarely seen Duan Wendong say such harsh words. He nodded to show that he understood what Duan Wendong meant.

At half past nine, the memorial service officially began, with low mourning music. Jiang Cunming's handsome photo was hung on the mourning hall. Under the mourning hall, family members stood quietly on both sides, paying silent tribute.

Duan Wendong, Nian Zhengxin, the head of the Donghong City Public Security Bureau system, quietly walked into the mourning hall one by one, bowed in silence to the young people who looked at them, as if smiling at them.

As the host of this memorial service, Duan Wendong's heart was undoubtedly heavy. He looked at the young smiling face and wanted to silently say to that person a good journey, saying that your grievances have been washed away, and we will definitely take your blood feud.

The suspect will be brought to justice in accordance with the law, and your family will definitely...

Duan Wendong felt that he had a lot to say, but in the end he didn't say anything to the young man with a bright smile in the middle of the mourning hall. For him, it was too late to say anything now.

"My condolences." These four words were finally spat out from Duan Wendong's mouth. He said these four words to Jiang's father and Jiang's mother who were standing aside, and also to Xiaomu who was standing aside.

.

Xiaomu is a strong and respectable woman. Although this woman's appearance is ordinary, in Duan Wendong's heart, this woman is a respectable and admirable woman. Not only did she tell the truth when her husband was about to suffer injustice, she also

It's also because of her persistence in love.

Why can't a good person get good rewards?

Thoughts flashed silently in Duan Wendong's heart, but he still suppressed those thoughts gently. Some things were beyond his control.

A cry of mourning sounded in the mourning hall, and everyone saluted towards the comrade in the middle who had left early. Just when everything was going on in an orderly manner, Chen Xiaoming, who was maintaining order outside, walked in quickly.

There was a hint of coldness in Chen Xiaoming's expression. This coldness gave Duan Wendong a bad feeling. He did not speak, but looked at Chen Xiaoming. Chen Xiaoming hesitated for a moment, and then said: "

Director, Director Luo from the Municipal Law Committee is here!"

Director Luo, Duan Wendong was stunned. It didn't mean that he didn't know Director Luo, but that he didn't expect that Director Luo would come. Director Luo is the director of the Municipal Law Committee Office, and Duan Wendong has dealt with him, so he can be considered a

acquaintance.

Coming here as the office director is nothing, but why did Chen Xiaoming only mention Director Luo and not Secretary Deng? Thoughts flashed in his mind, Duan Wendong said to Chen Xiaoming: "Xiaoming, Secretary Deng is here.

No?"

"Secretary Deng didn't come here." Chen Xiaoming gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice to Duan Wendong.

Secretary Deng did not come, and Director Luo, who was not required to come, did come. If Duan Wendong couldn't guess what this meant, his police chief really didn't have to do it.

Nian Zhengxin stood next to Duan Wendong. At this time, he said angrily: "Director Duan, since you don't want to come, don't bear with them. Without those naughty ones, we can't hold a banquet!"

Duan Wendong waved his hand, glanced at the family members who were mourning in silence in the mourning hall, and then said in a deep voice: "Since you are here, you are here to mourn Xiao Jiang. Old man, please come with me to greet Director Luo.

"

When they walked outside the mourning hall, Director Luo was smoking with several staff members of the Political and Legal Affairs Committee. There was a wreath beside them. When he saw Duan Wendong coming out, Director Luo said with a smile on his face.

: "Director Duan, Secretary Deng had already got in the car, but halfway there, he suddenly got a call from home, saying that his mother was ill, and he could only take the car back. Secretary Deng asked me to tell you, please don't be offended.

.”

I'm surprised, why should I be blamed now, since people are trying to move my mother's illness out of the memorial hall. Even though he, Duan Wendong, knew what was going on, he could only stuff it into his stomach.

"Is there nothing wrong with Secretary Deng's mother? After this matter is over, I will definitely go and have a look." Although he disdained such small means, Duan Wendong still said the favors that should be left. He didn't want anyone to say anything.

Be reasonable in this aspect.

"I just called Secretary Deng. It should be okay, haha!" As Director Luo spoke, he looked into the mourning hall and said, "Director Duan, why don't we go and pay our respects first? Is there anyone else there?

There are few things waiting to be arranged.”

Duan Wendong nodded, and he made arrangements for Chen Xiaoming. Director Luo and others walked into the mourning hall with wreaths. The mourning music was slow, as if with endless sorrow, but at this moment Duan Wendong's heart was already a little separated.

Angry.

There are some people that he really can't stand, but now even if he can't stand it anymore, he still has to see it. After all, at this time, everything is based on the past.

The dead are great, and they are buried in peace!

Before Director Luo and the others came out, several people came in carrying a wreath. When the person walking in the front saw Duan Wendong, he walked over quickly and said: "Director Duan, you are always here to greet me.

We are a bit flattered!" Looking at the man with a flattering smile, Duan Wendong took a moment to identify this person. Isn't this person Xiao Xiao, the deputy director of the Fifth Division of the Government Office in charge of Mayor Tao's work?

What? Why is he here?

"Hello, Xiao He." Although he had a bad feeling in his heart, Duan Wendong still extended his hand to Xiao He without being rude.

After Xiao He shook hands with Duan Wendong with a smile, he said with a smile: "Director Duan, our Secretary-General Zhao was originally coming over. All these things were prepared. He was just about to get in the car. What, his wife called and said that he

My mother is not feeling well and needs to be sent to the hospital. There is no other way. Secretary-General Zhao can only go to the hospital first. He asked me to tell Director Duan that this matter is really a bit..."

"Filial piety comes first. The secretary-general has something to do at home, and we have to deal with it first." Duan Wendong patted Xiao He on the shoulder, said a few words to a staff member standing there, and asked him to take Xiao He and the others to go first.

Worship in the mourning hall.

But at this moment, a blazing fire seemed to be igniting in his heart. He knew that none of this was accidental, but in the face of it all, he felt so powerless.

Damn it, why are you so damn lucky?

ps: I have been busy all day and have no time to proofread. Sorry! I will try to upload it as soon as possible tomorrow.