Chapter Three Hundred and Seventy IX: The Praying Mantis Catchers the Cicada and the Oriole Behind
Ye Ming had long expected that Song Zheming would have such soft and hard words, so he smiled and said: "Secretary Song, your words make me a little confused: in terms of age and qualifications, you are my elder, in terms of rank and position,
You are my leader, why do you say you want to confess the problem to me? Why do you want me to let you go? You are telling a joke!"
Song Zheming put his hands on the steering wheel, continued to stare straight ahead, and said dullly: "Xiaoye, don't pretend to be confused because you understand. I admit that I underestimated you before. I didn't expect that you have such a big background and backing.
I didn't expect you to have such a way of dealing with people. You arranged for people to go undercover to protect Yang Jianhua in the detention center. I didn't expect this at all.
It's the only omission in my plan. However, even though this plan was ruined in your hands, I still admire your move. Since you still want to pretend to be confused, let's not discuss it now.
, when we get to Zhenyu Lead-Zinc Mine, we can find a secluded place and have a good talk, okay?"
"Okay, just concentrate on driving! Drive carefully. The roads here are rugged and have many curves. You are in a restless mood now, so don't drive the car under the cliff."
Song Zheming knew there was something in his words, and the muscles on his face twitched, but he did not retort.
About half an hour later, the car arrived at the foot of Jigongling Mountain in the east of Leigong Town. We saw a large piece of flat land with several three-story red brick buildings standing on the south side of the flat land. Further to the north, there were two large
There is a lead-zinc ore washing workshop. There are two railway tracks behind the workshop, leading to the entrance of the main prospecting cave that was blown up.
Here is the mining department of Zhenyu Lead-Zinc Mine. At this time, the entire mining department is empty, with only a few mining cars parked on the rails, and some lead-zinc ore that has not had time to be washed is piled in the washing
Workshop entrance.
Song Zheming drove the car into the mining department along a simple road, but did not stop. Instead, he turned the steering wheel and drove the car to the west.
A few minutes later, the simple road had reached the end, and a flat cave entrance appeared, with the words "Ventilation Shaft" written in cinnabar on it. To the right of the ventilation shaft, there was a bungalow with a rubber pipe extending from the bungalow.
It leads all the way to the inside of the ventilation shaft. Ye Ming estimated that this small bungalow is where the blower is stored, and the rubber pipes are used to transport fresh air into the hole.
After Song Zheming parked the car, he pointed to the lawn in front of the ventilation shaft and said, "Xiaoye, let's go to that lawn and have a chat. It's deserted here now. The two of us can speak freely, facing the sky and the ground.
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Ye Ming jumped out of the car with him and walked together to the grassy area opposite the ventilation shaft.
Song Zheming suddenly pointed to the ventilation shaft and asked Ye Ming: "Xiaoye, do you know how much wealth is buried a few hundred meters from the mouth of this well? There are 500,000 tons of excellent-quality lead-zinc ore there, worth
Two to three billion. Even if only half of it is mined, it is still over ten billion. Faced with such a huge wealth, are you not tempted at all?"
Ye Ming glanced sideways at the oval hole, shook his head and said: "Secretary Song, I know there is huge wealth buried there, but it belongs to the country and the people, and with the current technical conditions, it is not suitable to mine, otherwise it will
It will cause huge ecological and environmental disasters, and it will also ruin and waste a lot of the country's precious resources. This huge mineral resource should be left to our descendants and not allow a certain group of people to make ill-gotten gains!"
Song Zheming turned to look at Ye Ming, was silent for a moment, and said: "Xiaoye, we are not talking about the big principles now, we are only talking about the conditions. I can tell you clearly: the mine in front of you has three major shareholders, but I
Not one of the three major shareholders, just one of the smaller shareholders below. This
The big boss of a mine said: As long as you let me go, let Ouyang Zhi go, you can become the fourth largest shareholder of Zhenyu Lead-Zinc Mine. In this case, you only need to work in Beishan for five years, and the income from this mine alone will
, you will become a billionaire. The conditions I offered should be pretty good!"
Ye Ming didn't expect that he would directly seduce him with benefits, and his disdain for him in his heart increased a bit, and he said in a teasing tone: "Secretary Song, this condition you offered is indeed very tempting, I almost gave it to him
I'm tempted. It's a pity that I'm still young now and I still want to do a good job in my career. I don't want to be dragged down into that muddy water by you and end up ruining my reputation!"
At this point, his tone suddenly became serious: "Secretary Song, you just called me and asked me to come out for a talk. I thought you had regrets in your heart and wanted to talk to me about your problems and mistakes. I didn't expect that you
Now you are still trying to seduce me with benefits and drag me into the water. It seems that you are really determined not to die until the Yellow River.
I won’t shed tears without seeing the coffin. I can tell you clearly: your only way out now is to surrender immediately, confess all your problems, and strive for leniency. Otherwise, you may end up in jail. Yours
Interest groups will definitely encounter the same fate as you in the end!"
When Song Zheming heard Ye Ming's last few words, his eyes showed a desperate and crazy light. He suddenly moved his body a few steps to the side, reached out and took out the pistol in his trouser pocket, and pointed the muzzle at Ye Ming, his eyes red.
He yelled at the top of his lungs: "Ye, if you want me to sit through the jail, I won't let you live freely."
Here. I have spent most of my life playing, eating, and enjoying. It is worth dying now. I will never go to prison to spend the rest of my life like a dog. However, I still want to die.
I want to support you, and I want to support you, a so-called young talent who is in the limelight and has a great future!"
When he said the last few words, he pulled the trigger and heard a "pop" sound. A bullet hit Ye Ming's left shoulder, and blood suddenly poured out like spring water.
Ye Ming never expected that Song Zheming would have a gun in his possession, let alone that he would actually shoot it, so when he took out the pistol, he was still a little dazed. It was not until he was shot in the shoulder that he
Come to think of it: Song Zheming has gone crazy in despair and wants to die with him!
After waking up, he immediately rolled his body onto the grass to avoid Song Zheming's second shot. He picked up a small stone from the ground and threw it at Song Zheming's gun-holding right hand, hitting him.
wrist and shot the pistol to the ground.
Then, he rolled on the ground several times. Before Song Zheming could recover from the pain in his wrist, he had already rolled to his feet. A "sweeping leg" swept him to the ground and quickly swept him to the ground.
He grabbed the pistol in his hand.
Song Zheming also practiced kung fu when he was young, and he has always maintained the habit of exercising, so he is not clumsy. After being swept to the ground by Ye Ming, he immediately turned over and got up, and was about to pounce on Ye Ming again when he suddenly heard
There was a gunshot behind him, and the back of his head seemed to be hit hard by something. He threw himself forward and fell to the grass with a "thud".
Ye Ming was getting ready for Song Zheming's counterattack when he suddenly heard a "bang" sound. Song Zheming fell down on the grass. Blood gurgled out from the back of his head. Knowing that something was wrong, he quickly leaned back.