Wen Liang stayed at Zuo Yuxi's house until five or six in the afternoon. He had a general understanding of many things. Overall, the plan was still in place and there were no major problems. Zhou Yuanting had been secretly detained in Lingyang after being placed under double supervision. For leaders of his level, it was inevitable to interrogate them in a different place. The investigation procedures for other persons involved in the case were all initiated. The Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection, Provincial Procuratorate, Audit, Finance, and relevant departments of Guanshan, Lingyang, and Qingzhou were fully cooperating. We must follow the instructions of Secretary Yu Peidong and fight a tough battle within a month to take down this nest of cases.
But the person Wen Liang really cares about is Fan Hengan.
The reason why he stopped being intimate with Zuo Yuxi several times was because he saw the panic and panic in her eyes at that moment. After so long, the shadow of that night in July still has not dissipated from this cold and beautiful woman. Wen Liang will not forget the original purpose of stepping into this sinister officialdom, which is nothing more than to help Zuo Yuxi get revenge.
As long as some people don't die, Zuo Yuxi will never be truly happy!
Wen Liang looked back upstairs and strode out the door.
Qingzhou was as deserted as ever at night, and the bus was as busy as ever, like a woman with bound feet. A 30-minute journey took an hour. Wen Liang wanted to yell several times, asking the bus company's drivers to go to Wuhan Route 521 for training to see what real urban F1 is.
Get off at Yingcui Road in Dongcheng District. This place is named after Yingcui Lake. Yingcui Lake is crystal clear. There is a huge bluestone in the center of the lake for some reason. During the day, the sun shines into the water, reflecting the bluestone at the bottom of the lake, and spreading charming green on the lake surface, so it is called Yingcui Lake. There is a Workers' Stadium around the lake, which has developed into a very famous night market in the East District in recent years. At night, all kinds of food stalls are crowded, ranging from small rice noodles and wontons, spicy hot potato noodles, to large beer barbecue, crabs, shrimps, fish and shellfish, and the business is booming.
As the sky gradually darkened, Wen Liang was startled by the bustling scene as soon as he got off the car. Although it was early winter, it did not affect people's enthusiasm for eating and drinking outside. In this era when communication depends on shouting, entertainment depends on hands, resources are scarce, and even televisions are not popular, KTV, dance halls, small bars, etc. are places for rich people to play. Ordinary people have basically no other choice but to go home and make a living. Although the tables of food stalls are greasy, sewage is everywhere, and the environment is poor, it can be ranked in the top five in the industry, but there is atmosphere and fun, and the key is that the consumption is still low, so it is naturally popular among the public.
Wen Liang squeezed his way through the crowd, bumping into some tables and chairs from time to time. There is no planning here at all. A stall is a shed with a few tables. The roads left are winding and often occupied by small coal fires and swill buckets. However, the small vendors are happy at this time of year. Although they are surrounded by nine departments such as industry and commerce, urban appearance, and transportation, at least they can survive by paying some protection fees. In 1997, due to the serious phenomenon of "nine big-brimmed hats managing a broken straw hat", Beijing launched a pilot project in Xuanwu District and established an urban management supervision team.
The first urban management force in later generations that was capable of fighting and dared to fight was born. The whole world became a pure land and the city appearance was no longer a worry.
There are tears and blood under the neon lights! Wen Liang has never been a cynical person, but he still firmly believes that this sentence is extremely correct!
Wen Liang had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a man yelling from a remote corner on the left after passing through the center of the square and several stalls. He paused for a moment, the side of the shed made of plastic sheeting blocked his view. He didn't want to get involved, and just as he was about to take a step, an aluminum alloy basin filled with green onions and coriander flew out of the shed and hit him right in front of it.
The clean white part of the scallion fell into the dirty water on the ground and suddenly changed color. Pieces of coriander floated in it, just like this secular world, where black and white are never distinguished.
A woman's voice rang out, with a trembling voice and tears: "Director Niu, please raise your hand, please raise your hand. You all know the situation of my family. My husband died early, and Nizi and I rely on this stall to make a living. Please, I will pay all the contributions I should pay, and I will not owe the country a penny. I only ask you to raise your hand and give us a way out."
"Jiang Zhilan, don't blame me for making things difficult for you. Our subdistrict office follows the rules. You don't have a business license, hygiene certificate, or health certificate. How can you explain to the people if we don't ban it?"
Wen Liang had to admire the fact that he could say such shameless words so righteously. Director Niu was right. MB, can you find me a stall with complete certificates and licenses in the whole place? It was obvious that he was looking for trouble, but he didn't forget to put on a big skin. A small street office director used it so skillfully, which shows the deep influence of domestic official culture.
Wen Liang knew that he could never completely manage all the affairs in the world, but the woman's words "not a penny less than the country" still made him sigh. He bent down, picked up the vegetable bowl, and walked over there.
"Director Niu, I understand. It's all my fault. If I have offended you in any way, please be magnanimous and don't bother with me. I... I will be your slave in the next life and I will definitely repay your kindness."
This woman's speech was not dull and vulgar like that of ordinary women. Although her words were simple, her words were clear and you could hear the flavor of a cultured person. Her voice was especially unique. It had the cleanness of a young woman, but also the mellow nasal tone of a mature woman. It sounded quite attractive.
At this time, another man's voice sounded in the shed. He sounded very rude as soon as he opened his mouth: "Boss Jiang, you are not sincere when you talk about the next life, right? Even if Director Niu wanted to raise his hand, you have made him have no motivation. Otherwise, there is no need to work like a slave. Who would be willing to do that for a beautiful woman like you? Director Niu will be blamed to death by all the men in the Workers' Stadium? In my opinion, just find a place tonight and have a good chat with Director Niu. If you are happy, let alone this shabby stall, even opening a decent restaurant is just a matter of Director Niu saying a word."
Wen Liang frowned and stopped.
The woman named Jiang Zhilan was obviously not the first time they harassed her. She did not get angry, but begged bitterly: "Director Niu, my husband died a long time ago. People say that I am unlucky with men. Whoever I meet will be unlucky. You are a noble man, I dare not drag you down, I only ask you to let me go this time for the sake of our neighbors. No matter how much others pay, I will pay you half more. I kneel down in front of you, please!"
"Go to hell with you!" Director Niu was furious. There were crackling sounds coming from the shed. He said, "Jiang Zhilan, I'm telling you the truth. You've offended a big shot up there, and they want me to kill you. I felt sorry for you, and we've been neighbors for many years, so I helped you get through it. Do you know how much risk I have to take? I tried to persuade you before, but you didn't agree. Fine, I'm going to act according to the law now. From now on, don't even think about making a living in Gongti. No, not only Gongti, but the whole Qingzhou will have no way out. The industrial and commercial tax bureaus and the police are all my friends. It's as easy as killing an ant to kill you. I want to see whether your body that has been slept with by a man is more valuable, or your life and your daughter's life!"
This is what human beings are like. They were pretending to be righteous just now, but now their true nature is revealed. They are much cleaner than those soft-bodied creatures crawling around in the toilet!
Wen Liang sneered and tightened his grip on the basin!
"thump"
The woman knelt down and kowtowed continuously. The hardships and humiliations of life made her voice sound painful and painful: "Director Niu, please let me go. Since my husband died, I, Jiang Zhilan, have been raising my daughter alone. Others have ridiculed me and said in front of me that I am a vixen, a jinx, and a shameless bitch. I have endured so many difficulties, relying on my innocent body to let me live with a face and a heart. If you force me, I can only die. My poor daughter depends on me for life. If I am gone, how can she live? People are all made of flesh and blood. Director Niu, you are a big shot, you have all kinds of women, please let me go, please!"
Hearing the woman's sorrowful sobbing, with every word she said, another person laughed obscenely, "Oh, look at her, the more she cries, the more beautiful she becomes. Sister Zhilan, how come you are so good at growing up? Your daughter is so big, but you don't look old at all. With this figure and this face, wow, if Director Niu hadn't taken a fancy to you, I would have wanted to hug you and kiss you..."
"Sun Mazi, what a bullshit! Be quick, smash the stuff, tear down the shed, and call someone to take it all away. Jiang Zhilan, don't say I didn't give you a chance. I'll be waiting at Shengshi tonight. Come over when you figure it out. Otherwise, hmph!"
The woman kept kowtowed on the ground, and the tables, chairs, benches, pots and pans were smashed all over the floor. Wen Liang walked in and said with a smile: "What are you doing? Everyone, stop it!"
Sun Mazi, who was smashing things, turned his back to Wen Liang, holding a rolling pin in his hand, and turned around when he heard the sound. This guy was about 27 or 28 years old, and he looked pretty handsome, especially his face, which was as white as if it had been rolled in a basin. Where was the pockmark on it? These days, officials don't look like officials, people don't look like people, and even pockmarked people don't look like pockmarked people.
Director Niu was in his forties, standing on the other side, wearing a leather jacket and slightly wrinkled trousers. It was hard for him to walk through the puddle of sewage outside, but his leather shoes were still so shiny. He had a bald spot on his forehead, and his hair was slicked back like Chow Yun-fat, with his hands behind his back, looking quite dignified and impressive.
With such appearance, it's really unfair for him to be the director of a street office.
A woman was kneeling in front of him, her hair tied up with a rubber band. She was wearing an old cotton-padded jacket that had been washed bleached, and ordinary grey trousers. Even though she was kneeling on the ground, her curvy figure could not be concealed. Just looking at her profile in the dim light, she was already full of charm and beauty.