June 23rd is not a sunny day. The Magic City has entered the plum rainy season. In addition, the rainy season has arrived all over the country recently, and it will be rainy in the next few days.

Gao Ang's dream of sunbathing was shattered, but even so he still felt warm, even if it wasn't as good as the sunny day.

The purpose of routine daily training, sit-ups, push-ups, squats, etc. is not to improve the strength, but to be familiar with the strength.

Gao Ang discovered a problem. His physical fitness and physical strength increased completely naturally. According to his inference, it may be caused by "photosynthesis".

Aren’t green plants all urinary? I’ve never seen anything they eat well, just drink some water and bask in the sun, absorb some messy air, and grow into towering trees. Perhaps this is the same virtue.

As soon as I finished training, before I had time to take a shower, Gao Ang, who was in the gym, was broken into the door by Xia Weiwei again, "Check it out quickly, I'll take you to the municipal bureau."

"Sister, can you knock on the door every time you come in? What if I'm naked?"

He had something in his words, and the purpose was to tease her and see if this cold beauty still remembered what happened last night.

"A pair of arms and legs, like no one has seen it before..." He answered a very emotional but nice voice, "And, if there was no braised pork tonight..."

Gao Ang was stunned. He thought that when talking about naked things, Xia Weiwei would at least blush, or scold him for saying "shamelessness", but the other person didn't follow his routine at all, and even beat him up.

"I'll give you 5 minutes to get in the car and leave." After saying this, Xia Weiwei turned around and left the gym with her long legs.

After taking a shower and brushing teeth in 3 minutes, getting dressed and walking in 2 minutes, finally, when Xia Weiwei was waiting quickly and impatiently, Gao Ang got into her Wrangler.

"Sister, your treatment in the bureau is so good?" He looked inside the Wrangler and asked in high confusion. This question had been buried in his heart for a long time.

“Buy it yourself!”

Xia Weiwei didn't spoil him, and a floor-mounted horsewoman rushed out.

"Hold the grass, slow down, I haven't worn my seat belt yet!"

...

"Wait, Team Leader Cao Kun will arrive in a while!"

Taking Gao Ang to a reception room, Xia Weiwei said a coldly and left again, too lazy to pour a glass of water for him.

Gao Ang had already contacted his senior brother while on the way, and the reply he received was: Good things!

Fortunately, he didn't let him wait for a long time, Cao Kun walked in with the egg-filled cakes in his hand, and threw him a meat bun, "My lamb, just cushion."

"Senior Brother, what good thing is it?" Although he was not hungry, it was his intention after all. Gao Ang pretended to take a bite and asked curiously.

"Didn't you help us catch Lao Fang and the others last time? This time I asked you to come here to give you a bonus."

"There is this good thing?"

Gao Ang was really happy this time. Recently, he has been busy studying his body and the live broadcast has become increasingly irregular. Although there are some reward income from Lao Wan, the species of the rich are accidental, and he feels that he is about to eat dirt.

"Their case happened twenty years ago. At that time, Xijiang Province offered a reward of 20,000 yuan. After twenty years of fund operation, this money has accumulated to 400,000 yuan. Some of them have been given to the people who provide clues. Your share, plus the reward given by our Magic City Bureau, is a total of 500,000 yuan. How about it, senior brother is that good enough?"

After eating the pancakes in his hand, Cao Kun poured himself a glass of water, took a bite, and looked at Gao Ang with a smile.

"Senior brother, is it true or false?"

Gao Ang was shocked by the news, and suddenly felt that the mutton bun in his mouth was no longer fragrant.

What other buns do you eat? With this 500,000 yuan delicacies, you can walk on it. Well, it seems that he doesn’t have to eat anymore... but it’s okay to taste the taste.

"Of course it's true. Director Zhao will take you there later. Then you will be more peaceful, let alone those who have nothing."

Cao Kun repeatedly reminded that he knew his junior brother's character, and in one word, he was running the train. It was not that he liked to brag, but that he could talk nonstop when he brags. He was terrible that Gao Ang said the wrong thing in front of Zhao, and that he would affect his future at that time.

"Don't worry, when I get to Director Zhao, I will only say two words: Yes, OK."

Cao Kun nodded with satisfaction and asked Gao Ang to sit for a while before he could notify him.

Bored by himself in the reception room, Gao An activated his super ability and began to "observe" the building.

The place with a strong smell of oil smoke should be the restaurant, the place with a particularly strong smell of sweat and odor, and the ingredients are very complicated. It should be the reception hall. Oh, and Gaoang smelled the familiar smell of gunpowder and the mixture of cleaners, lubricants, and anti-rust agents. It seems that this should be a gun library.

He just smelled a little similar smell from Cao Kun. It seems that Cao Kun also wore a weapon taken out from here. As for whether he is wearing it now, it is definitely not, because Gao Ang did not smell a particularly obvious smell from him.

Following the route of smell and smell, Gao Ang'd drew a diagram of the internal structure of the Magic City Police Station building in the big fuss, and even included several small flower beds outside the building. The main reason was that the wild flowers inside were very beautiful, and the fragrance could not be blocked into his nose.

Before the sketch was drawn, Cao Kun pulled it up, "Come on, Director Zhao is looking for you."

Fortunately, Director Zhao Yinglai didn't have too many long-winded words. He simply greeted Gao Ang and praised him, saying something like "be brave and brave, never forget his original intention, be brave and resourceful" and so on. Finally, he signed a note and handed it over, "Let Xiao Cao take you to the finance office."

Waiting a little further away from Director Zhao's office, Gao Ang then asked Cao Kun excitedly: "Just this note is worth 500,000?"

"I think beautifully, but the note is just a little more convenient. The process that should be taken has been completed long ago. I can't let Director Zhao take you to collect the money, right?"

"Yes, the identity of a director must start at least 5 million to go there in person." Gao Ann nodded in agreement.

"50 million is not enough. We don't want to pay more money. You are 500,000," Cao Kun glanced enviously before continuing, "It is also the largest amount I have seen in the bureau in recent years."

"No, senior brother, you are the Demon City Bureau. Do you take 500,000 seriously?" Gao Ang didn't believe it, not at all. Demon City is an international metropolis, and you told him that 500,000 is considered a huge sum of money...

"Believe it or not, we are a discipline army, what do you think?" He glared at him angrily, Cao Kun pushed him into the finance room, leaned against the wall and started playing with his cell phone.

Gao Ang thought things would be a little more troublesome, after all, what Cao Kun said just now exceeded his expectations, but the municipal bureau accounting efficiency was so high that he was afraid.

After reading his notes, recording and archived them, asking for his ID card, registering his bank account, and then signing and sealing. After the accountant said 'Okay', Gao Ann realized, "Is it done?"

"Yes, it will be received within 24 hours."

He left the finance office half-believingly and half-doubtedly, Gao Ang took Cao Kun over, "Senior Brother, what if your money is not received at that time?"

"You ask the person inside and ask me what I'm doing. It's not that I owe you money." Cao Kun wanted to hit him when he saw him like this. He didn't get more than half of what he had worked hard for a year...

Gao Ang just asked casually, how could he not believe in the efficiency of the municipal bureau?

"Senior brother, do you have no bonus?" he asked curiously again.

"Yes, a second-class merit, and a bonus that is less than a fraction of yours." It can be heard that although Cao Kun was complaining, he was not at all lonely in his tone, and he was even a little enlightened.

"That won't work, I'll give you a little bit."

"No, public officials cannot accept the property of the people."

"I'm just kind of polite, the money hasn't reached my card yet."

"...You little brat! By the way, how are you getting along with Xiao Xia?"

Cao Kun is still very concerned about this issue. One is the daughter of an old colleague, Xia Weiwei, who is loved by the group and even the team, and the other is his junior brother, a top student who is highly valued and paid attention to by his mentors. It is also considered a successor. If he can match these two people, it can be said that everyone will be happy.

And in his personal opinion, these two people are also handsome and beautiful, and they are a pair of men and women. They are both good-looking and worthy of their height. The only problem is that they are a junior brother, who is too playful, and they are afraid that their eldest daughter will not like it.

"It's okay. She's a barely qualified landlord, but she has a problem. She likes to enter other people's rooms at any time. If you have time, please remind her that if you are alone, you'll be unfavorable if you get fired."

After thinking about it, Gao Ang expressed his opinion. Although this woman had a little problem, he could accept it in front of her low rent, tall figure and invincible appearance.

In one sentence, it is: appearance is justice.

"Senior brother, I won't talk to you anymore. I have to go back and learn how to make braised pork. It's all caused by you. If Xia Weiwei can't eat braised pork tonight, I have to get out of her villa."

Looking at Gao Ang who was hurried away, Cao Kun smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Remind me, it's great to get out of fire when you shoot a gun, hehe!"

After a taxi, Gao Ang started looking for videos of making braised pork on his phone. By the way, he ordered some ingredients online. The ones they bought were a little more high-end, and they couldn't even come up with those who were too cold.

When choosing the taste, Gao Ang was worried: Should it be made salty or sweet?

To be honest, Xia Weiwei is from the Demon City and must like sweets, but she is from the northern world and can't get used to being so tired of eating.

"Just just do multiple-choice questions, isn't it enough to make two dishes?"

After making up his mind, Gao Ang bought another portion of the ingredients, which were just salty and sweet!
Chapter completed!