"Tomorrow, what day is it tomorrow? I guess it's Saturday. I'm so busy. It seems that Teacher Zhou even invited me to take an exam at her house. Teacher Zhou Siqi, tsk tsk..."

Li Moyang took out tens of thousands of dollars, then put the two suitcases under the bed. He used his brain too much tonight, playing with the three money-givers, which was a little nerve-wracking. After washing up, Li Moyang lay down and fell asleep.

Suddenly sitting up, Li Moyang thought of a question. Fatty might have discovered some clues about him.

Tonight, the Sea Palace was robbed. This news has probably spread all over Binhai's black and white circles. Hu Shengsong, a little detective who has been among the black and white, must have got the news, and he also asked him about the Sea Palace. Hu Shengsong must have happened.

doubted.

Fatty, Fatty, I'm sorry, you know too much...

…

After handing over the case, Bei Fanyin returned home and took a shower, especially her lower body. It was so muddy tonight that it was so embarrassing.

Emma, ​​it's so embarrassing that she was made so angry by a middle-aged man that she seemed to have sex. I'm really speechless.

Bei Fanyin was tossing and turning in bed unable to fall asleep. The movie was playing over and over again in her mind, especially the scene of being held by a middle-aged man on the speedboat. The scene kept playing back, and her lower body actually started to react again.

Bei Fanyin shook his head and covered his head with a pillow. He couldn't think about it anymore, otherwise he would sink.

The feeling of being held by a middle-aged old man, and the strong masculine aura of a middle-aged old man talking in his ear. Suddenly Bei Fanyin thought of something. This feeling was the same as when Li Moyang changed seats on the coastal mountain road that day.

Same, could it be...

Bei Fanyin did not dare to think about it. Li Moyang would not do such a thing. He was a national public servant. How could he do such a thief?

This must be my own hallucination. The stimulation of the opposite sex's embrace caused me to hallucinate. Perhaps my strong liking for Li Moyang amplified this feeling? Have I fallen in love with Li Moyang?

Bei Fanyin slowly fell asleep amidst the distress and confusion.

…

Another busy day.

The public security armed police riot police were busy all night. Highways, provincial roads, airports, train stations, and long-distance bus stations were full of riot police setting up card checks, but found nothing.

Li Moyang stretched his waist and was dressed in silk clothes, back-to-back T-shirts, stone-washed blue jeans, and canvas sneakers. He was walking on the road, no different from millions of women, except that there was an old man's head worth 40,000 yuan in his cross-body backpack.

I returned to Tianyuan Community, picked up the car, and went straight to the teahouse arranged by Hu Shengsong. I also received a phone call on the way, from Brother Zhao of Binglan Water Station, saying that Ma Guoliang had thrown 100,000 yuan to Brother Zhao before running away.

Pass it to Li Moyang on your behalf.

"Fuck, Brother Xiao Ma is not a bad guy, but he's just a little timid!"

Li Moyang replied and asked Brother Zhao to hold on to the money. The business of the water station cannot be lost. This is a serious business, and those advertisements must continue to operate. If the flow of water is long, you cannot make a big fortune, but there is no problem in supporting your family.

Brother Zhao has repeatedly promised that the Binglan Water Station is the property of Xiaoqi Camp and will definitely be favored by Boss Li Moyang.

Brother Zhao is very smart! Li Moyang is very satisfied. Originally, this water station was just for fun, but now it seems that it is really a serious business and cannot be lost. Although it does not make any money, it is very memorable!

In a secluded small teahouse in Cangli District, Hu Shengsong was impatient with waiting. He was about to call Li Moyang to urge him, but Li Moyang pushed the door open and walked in: "Oh, fat man, you are very particular now, and you even drink Tieguanyin."

"Do you understand? Just talking nonsense, this is Jin Junmei, she is very popular now."

There was nothing unusual about the fat man, he was as carefree as usual.

Li Moyang sat down and drank a cup of Jin Junmei. It was good, sweet, red and bright, and felt good.

"It's a big weekend and I still want to get some sleep. What are you doing so early in the morning?" Li Moyang asked casually and at the same time as a test.

"Do me a little favor, brother, don't refuse Ang. I know that you have been on the road before. You are experienced in this field and you are brave. You will definitely get started quickly!"

"You still understand me, how did you tell?" Li Moyang's heart moved.

"Tch, I didn't know that you are very skilled and ruthless in your attacks. You didn't kill me that day. Besides, you don't look like a wage earner in the night bar. You are very familiar with bars and your attacks are ruthless. You are definitely someone who hangs out on the south road.

Either that, or I went to Burma and worked as a mercenary for a few years..."

The fat man gave full play to the reasoning skills of the detective president and talked about Li Moyang's eight years of experience for half an hour. Li Moyang drank tea twice, and added a refill of hot water in between. The fat man then wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth and drank it.

After a cup of tea, I poured another cup, drank it down, and it was so hot that I stuck out my tongue.

"How about it, am I right?" The fat man pouted proudly. His job as the president of the detective agency in the past few years has not been in vain. Of course, he has also read those extremely yy novels in the 17k novels such as the return of the super soldier king to the city.

Li Moyang smiled and said: "Bullshit, awesome, I thought I hid it deep enough, but you have seen it a long time ago? Yes, I went to Thailand for a few years. I missed home, so I came back to Binhai to develop.

You must never tell Luo Yan these things!"

"No problem, you still don't know my mouth? But, you went to Thailand? Hehe, let me touch it and see if you have changed your gender?"

The fat man smiled lewdly and reached out to touch Li Moyang's chest. Li Moyang blocked it with a wave of his hand: "Damn, here are the muscles! Transgender? Transgender, you have to go to Korea, Ultraman!"

Hu Shengsong retracted his hand with a smile and took a sip of tea: "I'm calling you out today because I really need your help for something."

Li Moyang was in a good mood and breathed a sigh of relief. If Hu Shengsong really said something, or Hu Shengsong guessed that the Sea Palace was involved with him last night, Li Moyang would definitely take humane extermination measures against Hu Shengsong.

Fortunately, a fat man is a fat man, he is smart but simple, and he does not think bad things about his friends.

"Let's talk and listen. If you can help, I must help! Which one of us will follow which one?"

"I recently had a case that was a bit tricky and I haven't been able to solve it yet. I have a headache..."

"explain!"

"Half a month ago, a middle-aged aunt came to me and said that her husband disappeared for half a day every weekend, and she didn't know where he went. She guessed that her husband had cheated on her and went to meet his mistress on the weekends. It's a pity, this guy I

I've been following him for half a month, but there's no sign.

, he goes to a community on the weekends, stays for two hours and then goes home. His face is always red when he goes out. The community is not old, and the house has a security door. I can't get in. I don't want you to try it.

Try, you must have a way."

"You're going to accept this nonsense? Look at your potential. Isn't it just a middle-aged man cheating on you? How much will I give you?"

"What the hell, this aunt said she would give me a thousand dollars after she found out, but I don't even want to accept it."

"With this little money, you might as well give it up. Aren't you just a middle-aged man cheating? You are getting more and more useless, ugh."

"Holy shit, you despise me. I haven't finished yet. I'm not interested in money, I'm interested in people. Do you know what this middle-aged man does?"

Before Li Moyang could answer, Hu Shengsong continued: "He is Ming Bajin, the director of the Municipal Construction Administration. I checked. He is a very famous satchel director. He has been in the newspaper and is known as the honest director. He has many stories of integrity."

"Hey, Director Integrity? That's interesting!"

"That's right, it's absolutely interesting. These days, we talk about our ideals and beliefs on the platform, but off the stage we are corrupt, deceiving the organization, and deceiving the people. Where are the honest officials? Whether you believe it or not, I don't believe it anyway!"

"I don't believe it either, keep talking!" Li Moyang touched his chin, feeling that there was something going on in this matter. He was just doing nothing when he was idle. He was playing with the director for fun and catching bugs for the party, the country and the people. As an agent, he was also idle.

It can be considered as doing its best.

"I bet, you don't know that Ming Bajin was born as a farmer. He gradually worked his way up to the position of municipal director. His reputation has been very good over the years. He often wears Jiefang rubber shoes and carries a green satchel. He is known as the satchel director. What a deed he has done.

, I can’t finish it in three days and three nights. These are the newspapers I collected. Read them for yourself. After reading these newspapers, I doubt whether I am too dark and think the worst of others."

Li Moyang looked through the newspaper clippings compiled by Fatty.

In June 1960, Ming Bajin was born in a farmer's family in Binhai. He had experienced a lot of hardships since he was a child. He was down-to-earth and hard-working, working step by step from the grassroots village cadres. He remembers that when he was the village party branch secretary, one time, the town

The party committee secretary came to talk to him about work. It was already past 12 noon, and he was still concentrating on the lathe. The secretary stood beside him for more than 10 minutes without him noticing. The secretary said to him emotionally: "

Eight pounds, you can’t work so hard..."

The villagers commented on him: "He doesn't look like a party secretary, but more like a worker, a salesman, a porter..." Under his leadership, the village developed from an economically weak village to a village with a strong collective economic foundation.

.

In January 2003, he began to serve as the deputy director of the Binhai Municipal Construction Bureau. At first, he was still covered in sweat on sunny days and mud on rainy days. He took the lead and worked on the front line. Comrades around him commented on him: "As long as the Ming Bajin

When I work, I never know what is hard and what is tiring." In 2008, he was named one of the "Top Ten Meritorious Figures in Binhai City's Urban Construction".

A good cadre who is honest and dedicated to his duty.

Comrade Ming Bajin wears cheap clothes on weekdays, and even has holes in his socks; he explicitly prohibits cadres from eating out, and he tries his best to go back to the unit canteen to eat; whenever there is an opportunity, he will remind his subordinates to "prevent the slightest change"; he treats his relatives

My friend is "selfless", his younger brother and younger sister have both been laid off, the younger brother pulls a rickshaw, and the younger sister helps people guard the stall...

He usually lives a frugal and low-key life, and only smokes two or three yuan a pack. The furnishings in his home are simple and there are few luxury goods. He is not ostentatious and has no airs. He always displays a humble attitude that is considerate of his subordinates, and he also handles the relationship with his superiors and subordinates.

Not bad...

"Oh my god, contemporary Hai Rui!" Li Moyang sighed, covering his face: "Such a person, hehe, was it in the 1950s or 1960s, I believe it, but today, hehe, it's hard to say, it's hard to say..."

"Then let's check it out? If we really want to find something wrong, we're doing it for the people, right?"
Chapter completed!