Just as Zhao Jianjun was looking out the window, a van with the words "Public Security" painted on it drove into the detention center in a low-key manner. Supervisor Wu, who was on duty at the gate, flipped through the roster in his hand and was a little puzzled. There was no new list of admissions, so why did they send someone over
He put on his coat and walked out of the house cursing, but saw the van driving straight inside without even saying hello. He was stunned and shouted "Stop", threw his coat on the ground and ran after it. According to the detention center's rules, the new prisoners must be verified before they are handed over. There is a white line drawn on the side of the gate, and the prisoners stand inside the white line. They are asked their name, age, gender, place of origin, etc. Only after they are confirmed to be correct can they be taken to the building for further arrangements.
After a few steps, Deputy Director Ma Yiming came out of the office building and waved to him from a distance. Supervisor Wu had been in the station for 10 to 20 years, so he knew that this was a relative who had come. Since Ma Yiming came out to greet him, he must be someone very important. He suppressed his curiosity, laughed and turned away.
Ma Yiming stood at the bottom of the stairs, his brows wrinkled unconsciously. To be honest, he was not willing to take this job, but this morning, Director Zeng Yinquan talked to him and said that it was a political task assigned by the higher-ups, and it would be most appropriate for him, the deputy director in charge of political work, to arrange it. Ma Yiming was not a fool, and he knew how complicated Fan Hengan's case was, but Zeng Yinquan brought up Lin Zhen, and he really didn't have the courage to refuse.
After Lin Zhen came to power, he first squeezed out Liu Tianlai's confidant and former director Qiao Jian from the detention center, and assigned him to the bureau as the powerless dispatch director. He also promoted Zeng Yinquan, who was not on good terms with Qiao Jian, to be the new director. But Zeng Yinquan did not have enough prestige and experience, and his work ability was not comparable to Qiao Jian. He was narrow-minded and had been cracking down on dissidents and appointing people based on personal connections not long after taking office, causing panic in the detention center. With the idea that more work means more mistakes, and less work means fewer mistakes, many people began to slack off, and the management of prisoners became lax by who knows how many times. It was the end of winter, and the number of new prisoners sent in every day increased day by day. Anyone with a little bit of sense knew that if this continued, there would be chaos, and they were happy to stand by and watch, waiting to see Zeng Yinquan's joke.
Although Ma Yiming was not one of the people watching the joke, he was just as concerned about protecting himself. After being dragged into the water tonight, he decided to only take care of the other person's life and not take care of anything else. Even if he wanted to take care of something, he had to consider whether he was qualified.
The car door opened, and two police officers jumped out first. Then a middle-aged man bent down and got out from the back seat. He raised his head and took a deep breath. He turned his head and smiled at Ma Yiming, "Director Ma, right? I'll have to rely on you to take care of me in the future. I'm very grateful."
Ma Yiming was not of high rank and had never dealt with Fan Hengan before. He looked plain and when he smiled, he looked more like a township entrepreneur than a big shot who once called the wind and rain in Qingzhou. But he had no intention of looking down on him. Anyone who could save his life from such a big case and really judge people by appearance could only be called an idiot!
"Boss Fan, you are too polite. Come this way, let's go through the formalities first."
Ma Yiming kept a cautious distance and led Fan Hengan upstairs. Fan Hengan looked around as he walked and said, "I heard that you have to take off all your clothes before entering. My old bones can't stand the torture..."
Ma Yiming smiled and said, "That's just to prevent some prisoners from smuggling contraband. Boss Fan, of course, doesn't need it... This way, please..."
After a busy period, Fan Hengan was arranged to 207, which was a transitional cell with the best conditions in the station. It only held two people on short-term detention, so there was no need to worry about any trouble. After tidying up the bed, Fan Hengan sat down against the wall. The thrilling moments of life and death during this period began to flash back and forth in his mind.
Tonight, I can finally have a good sleep!
The phone in Ma Yiming's office rang. When he picked up the phone, he heard Zeng Yinquan's voice, and there was also the faint sound of low music and a woman's sweet laughter:
"Old Ma, how are things arranged?"
"Everything has been arranged, don't worry."
Just as Ma Yiming finished speaking, he heard Lin Zhen's question from the other end of the phone. Zeng Yinquan hummed and groaned, "Old Ma, Director Lin asked you to come over for a drink. Dandelion, do you know the place?"
Ma Yiming really didn't want to go, so he carefully considered his words and said, "Chief Zeng, I just received a call. We may need to recruit a few more people tonight. I'm the only one on duty, so I really can't leave. Please explain to Director Lin..."
"Okay, then you can take care of the house. By the way, you must pay attention to Fan, understand?"
After hanging up the phone, Ma Yiming walked around the office and finally let out a long sigh, feeling helpless.
December 4, 1995, Monday, is a good day for getting married, getting engaged, and offering sacrifices; it is not a good day for cutting wood, burying people, and mourning!
The sky is cloudy and it’s going to rain!
At seven in the morning, Wen Liang did not go out for a run as usual, but sat in the living room waiting for Wen Huaiming to get up. Old Wen came back late last night, and the two did not have time to talk. Ten minutes later, Wen Huaiming came out of the bedroom, saw Wen Liang on the sofa, was stunned for a moment, and asked: "Why haven't you gone to school yet? I received a call from your class teacher at the municipal party committee meeting yesterday, asking me to urge you to go to school today. I promised him, don't make trouble for me!"
"I don't want to cause more trouble," Wen Liang smiled and thought to himself: But sometimes, it's impossible not to cause more trouble!
"Dad, today Qingtou is officially listed. Don't you plan to hold a ceremony and make a big fuss about it?"
The preparation work for Qingzhou Investment Company was full of difficulties. First, there was the problem of personnel. Because they had to be transferred from various municipal bureaus and committees, they all thought that they had to transfer from public institutions to enterprises, and there was a lot of resistance. The city did a lot of work and finally issued a document explaining that this transfer was only for secondment, the establishment was retained, and the salary was calculated separately. This was the problem. Then there was the issue of status, because this was the first time that the state-owned enterprise reform dilemma was solved in the form of an enterprise. There was no reference or reference. Should it be independent and self-contained, or in the name of the municipal party committee and government? Finally, considering the actual national conditions, it was decided to register Qingtou under the name of the Finance Bureau... All these things, many problems that were expected and unexpected came up at the same time. Wen Huaiming fully demonstrated his leadership skills, coordinated the cooperation of various departments, and finally caught up with the establishment in early December.
"There's no need to organize it. There are so many people waiting to watch the show now. If you keep a low profile, you will receive less criticism. When you make achievements in the future, there will be time for a big event!"
"If we don't organize it, no one will give us gifts!"
The government is actually the same as a business. Whenever a new institution or department is established, other departments have to show some respect. Wen Liang smiled and said, "How about I give you a helping hand?"
Wen Huaiming thought he was joking and said solemnly, "Go to school obediently today and don't let Teacher Ye teach me a lesson again. That will be the greatest gift you can give me."
After Wen Huaiming left, Wen Liang was about to go to school when he suddenly received a call from Zuo Yuxi, who sounded a little agitated. Wen Liang hurriedly took a taxi and rushed over. After entering the room, he saw Zuo Yuxi wearing white pajamas, standing by the half-opened curtains with her arms folded. She looked thin and lonely, and she didn't even look back when Wen Liang came in.
Wen Liang walked over gently, put his arm around her waist, put his cheek against her ear, and whispered, "Are you in a bad mood?"
Zuo Yuxi tilted her head and pressed her face against Wen Liang's. After a while, she said, "I just received a call from Lingyang. Zhou Yuanting wants to see me!"
"Um?"
Zhou Yuanting is different from Fan Hengan. As a leading cadre, he will be tried in a different place and will serve his sentence in a different place in the future. Wen Liang was slightly surprised, turned her body around, looked at the pair of panic-stricken starry eyes, and suddenly felt a pain in her heart, and said, "It's okay, don't worry!"
Zuo Yuxi lowered her head, threw herself into Wenliang's arms, and murmured, "What do you think?"
Wen Liang thought for a moment and said, "It would be good to go and meet him. Today, we should have an answer to whether Zhou Yuanting knew about the incident beforehand."
After waiting for a while, the woman in my arms nodded, raised her pretty face, and said with a pleading look, "Come with me..."
Faced with a woman like Zuo Yuxi, Uncle Wen didn't believe that there was anyone in the world who could refuse her request, so he naturally agreed, but forgot to ask Ye Yuting for leave.
This time, Zuo Yuxi changed to a relatively low-key Toyota. Wen Liang had long been numb to her changing cars like changing clothes, and he didn't even bother to ask, and got in the car. The two of them took the national highway and drove straight for four hours. It was almost noon when they arrived in Lingyang. Although I have been to this beautiful city many times in my previous life, this is the first time I have seen the clean streets, clear blue sky, green and beautified city appearance. I still can't help but complain that people are so annoying. Qingzhou is not bad, but compared with Lingyang, it is the difference between a maid and a lady!
Zuo Yuxi wants to meet Zuo Jing first and ask Wen Liang for his opinion on whether he wants to go with him. Wen Liang considers that his bargaining chips are too small and his status is far different from Zuo Jing. A sudden meeting would not only be useless, but also a careless word would be counterproductive. Wen Huaiming's career in Qingzhou has not yet reached its peak, and he does not need to seek help from others other than Xu Fuyan. Putting aside these two factors, Wen Liang has no reason to meet Zuo Jing. Could it be that he really wants to talk to him about Zuo Yuxi's love problem
Wen Liang decided not to go, and Zuo Yuxi was actually secretly relieved. Although she had made up her mind to be with Wen Liang, she was not really prepared for the two most important men in her life to meet so hastily. After booking a room at a four-star hotel in the city, Zuo Yuxi left alone. She didn't come back until six in the afternoon. When she saw Wen Liang, she forced a smile and said, "It's arranged. I'll go see Zhou Yuanting later. However, Zhou Yuanting is only willing to see me... You can't go with me..."
This was within Wen Liang's expectations. He held Zuo Yuxi's cold little hand and said, "Don't worry, I'm always here!"
Standing by the window and watching Zuo Yuxi's car drive away, Wen Liang's cell phone rang at the right time. Liu Tianlai lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Wen, Lin Zhen has gone to the detention center..."
The dead trees outside the window creaked, the wind blew, and the air was filled with blood!