There was a loud noise downstairs, and there was a woman's voice in it.
"What's the matter?" Zhao Guodong, deputy director of the Xinjian Road Police Station, asked the police officer who walked in with a document.
"I caught a female reporter who was a fake reporter who was just brought back from the scene of the forced demolition of Mengjia Village. It is said that he also incited Nailzihu to make trouble." The police officer replied, putting the file on Zhao Guodong's desk.
Zhao Guodong frowned. Every time he was forced to move, he would catch a few thorns and come back. Today, he caught a female fake reporter. It's really new. Zhao Guodong actually disliked this kind of police participation in forced demolition from the bottom of his heart. He also knows the situation of the dozens of nail households in Mengjia Village. The main reason is that people’s houses will be demolished before the compensation for demolition is in place. Of course the people are not willing. Therefore, the forced relocation of Zhao Guodong was not mixed up at all, and the director Zhang Liang personally led the team.
At this time, the mobile phone on the desk rang, Zhao Guodong took a look, his eyes lit up, and the phone number displayed on the mobile phone was actually the phone number of Secretary Du's secretary Chen Jin. When we left at Chuzhou Pacific Department Store on Saturday, Zhao Guodong remembered when Chen Jinyue came out to meet him and contact him. He was a high-achieving student who graduated from the Provincial Public Security College. He was still a small deputy director after nearly ten years. After all, he was a widow sleeping, and there was no one on it. After finally catching up with Chen Jin's line, he certainly didn't want to give up. Unexpectedly, two days later, Chen Jin took the initiative to call.
Zhao Guodong hurriedly signaled the little police officer to stop speaking, put on the phone, and said very politely: "Chen Ke, hello! I'm Zhao Guodong."
"Zhao, did you arrest a female reporter named Qin Beiyue?" Chen Jin's hastily voice came from the other end of the phone.
Zhao Guodong was stunned, and hurriedly said, "I just caught a fake female reporter. I don't know if it is called Qin Beiyue."
"This reporter Qin is a reporter from the Provincial Economic Daily. You must protect her safety. I will be there soon."
When Zhao Guodong heard that his eyes lit up, he quickly stood up and said, "Yes, I must protect the safety of reporter Qin." Hanging up, Zhao Guodong quickly asked the police officer: "Where is the female reporter who was captured? What?"
"It's the interrogation room on the first floor." This little police officer can be regarded as Zhao Guodong's confidant. He also faintly heard something on the phone just now, and quickly replied.
"Come with me, and immediately protect this female reporter." Zhao Guodong ran out.
In the interrogation room on the first floor, Qin Beiyue was interrogated by a policewoman with handcuffs on her hands and her hair scattered.
"Name?"
"Where is it from?"
"Why pretend to be a reporter?"
It wasn't until the third question was asked that Qin Beiyue rolled his eyes and looked at the serious female policewoman proudly and said, "I was a reporter at first, so I didn't pretend to be at all. Your police are keeping my camera and mobile phone away. Instead of arresting people, they arrested me as a victim. Are you still not the people's police?"
"Honestly, confess your own problem first." The policewoman slapped the table hard and shouted sharply, "Since you are a reporter, please show your press card."
"Cut, why should I show it to you? I still doubt your identity. Please show your ID. I want to prove that you are indeed a policeman, not an impersonator." Qin Beiyue grinned and said disdainfully.
"You..." The policewoman turned white with anger. She hadn't encountered such an arrogant suspect before, suddenly stood up from her seat, and was about to rush towards Qin Beiyue.
"What are you doing?" With a sharp shout, the door of the interrogation room suddenly opened, and the deputy director Zhao Guodong walked in from outside.
"Zhao Suo." The policewoman stopped and called out in surprise.
Zhao Guodong ignored this policewoman and walked straight to Qin Beiyue. His majestic face was suddenly filled with smiles, and he asked politely: "Is this a Qin reporter of the Provincial Economic Daily?"
Qin Beiyue glanced at Zhao Guodong and said coldly: "Yes."
"Zhao Suo, this woman does not have a press card, she is a fake, you..." the policewoman in charge of the interrogation reminded me.
"Shut up." Before the policewoman could finish speaking, Zhao Guodong interrupted her. Turning around, he looked at the policewoman and the policeman who was in charge of the recording sternly, and said: "What a fake, quickly open Reporter Qin's handcuffs. ."
"Zhao Suo, this woman was captured by Zhang Suo himself. I'm afraid it's inappropriate for you to do this?" The policewoman was not convinced when she heard it, and said coldly. At the same time, he stared at Qin Beiyue fiercely with a bitter gaze. Women are the best at jealousy, especially when seeing women who are more prettier than themselves. The policewoman had a sense of superiority sitting in front of Qin Beiyue. But this woman who was much younger and more beautiful than herself not only ran into her, but also had someone guarding her. The policewoman was immediately very upset. What's more, the deputy director Zhao and director Zhang Liang have never been at peace, and she is precisely Zhang Liang's person.
"What about what Zhang took back? Wouldn't Zhang Suo catch the wrong person? Open it to me, and I will be responsible if something goes wrong." Zhao Guodong yelled loudly at the policewoman. Today he is backed by Chen Jin, and his long-depressed throat is thicker than ever.
"You..." The policewoman looked at Zhao Guodong in amazement. This Zhao Lao Er could not have taken the wrong "medicine". She actually dared to target Zhang Suo. "I'm looking for Zhang Suo." The policewoman turned angrily and went out.
"Did you hear what I said? Don't open it yet!" Zhao Guodong didn't care at all, turning his head to another policeman with hesitation.
"Yes." The policeman didn't dare to dare anymore. He was not like Zhang Liang who was behind the policewoman just now. He ran over to open the handcuffs for Qin Beiyue.
"No need." Unexpectedly, Qin Beiyue refused to open the handcuffs.
Zhao Guodong hurriedly stepped forward and said with a smile: "Reporter Qin, I am instructed by the Municipal Party Committee Office Chen Ke to protect you. Chen Ke will be here soon. You should open the handcuffs and go to my office first. Take a seat."
"I'm not going anywhere, just stay here." Qin Beiyue snorted coldly, then looked at Zhao Guodong and said: "This comrade, thank you. This matter has nothing to do with you. Please lend me your phone temporarily. "
Zhao Guodong was very anxious when he saw that Qin reporter refused to open the handcuffs or leave the interrogation room. If Chen came in, he would still look like this, showing that he was not able to do things well. But just now he heard Chen Jin's anxious tone on the phone, which is enough to show that the Qin reporter's identity is unusual, so he was determined not to say anything when he saw Qin Beiyue. On the contrary, there was a burst of joy in his heart. Zhang Liang caught him back. Looking at this situation, Zhang Liang should be in bad luck.
Zhao Guodong quickly took out his mobile phone, and said eagerly: "Your handcuffs are inconvenient, let me call for you?"
Qin Beiyue nodded and reported a number. After Zhao Guodong dialed, he quickly handed it to her with both hands.
"Uncle He, I'm Beiyue!" The Qin reporter held the phone in both hands. Zhao Guodong was surprised to find that the originally very arrogant Qin reporter had suddenly turned into a pitiful little woman, crying on the phone: "Uncle He, I went to interview you in the Xicheng Development Zone in Shicheng today. The camera and mobile phone were robbed. The police here instead of arresting the person who robbed the object, instead arrested me... Uncle He, I am now on Xinjian Road Police station... Are you here in person?... Okay, I'll wait for you."
After hanging up the phone, Reporter Qin's face immediately returned to its original state. When he returned the phone to Zhao Guodong, he finally made a smile and said, "Zhao Suo, right? Thank you."
"Oh, no thanks, no thanks. Chen Ke personally assigned the task, I must do it." Just now, the Qin reporter, Zhao Guodong, who has the best acting skills, waved his hand.
Then, Zhao Guodong saw the Qin reporter looking out the window, still muttering: "Chen Jin is quite awe-inspiring in Shicheng."
"What?" On the third floor, in the director's office, Zhang Liang listened to his concubine's cries, patted the table heavily, and roared: "Zhao Guodong! Who gave him such a boldness, I will go and find him now."
Just as Zhang Liang got up, the phone on the desk rang quickly. Zhang Liang picked up the phone and said gruffly, "Who? I'm Zhang Liang!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the voice on the other end of the phone made Zhang Liang's face suddenly changed, and he immediately stood at attention to accompany him carefully: "Sun Ju, I'm really sorry, I thought..."
Before Zhang Liang could finish speaking, the other side had interrupted him, and the anger of Sun Shuyou, director of the West City Development Zone Bureau, could even be felt by the policewoman standing by. And Zhang Liang, who was holding the phone, turned paler, and the cold sweat on his head appeared instantly.