It wasn't until around 7:10 that the messy small conference room slowly became quiet, and people finally left gradually. The last person to leave was Meng Xiaoyan. However, when she left, she muttered a few words to Secretary Wang, and her footsteps were so slow.
It has also become much lighter.
But Chen Taizhong was suffering now, and he was also very depressed. Hey, I originally wanted to keep a low profile to deal with the two of them, but now it's better. Everyone is curious about why I was imprisoned. Can I keep a low profile?
Facts have proved that his inference was absolutely correct. The God of Plague was locked up by the police station, which was big news that shocked the police system. Moreover, Director Wang said very forcefully that he was stunned overnight, so there were many
If you have nothing to do, take a look at the small iron window at the door of the small dark room.
However, the people who came here were really disappointed. Yes, Chen Taizhong was staying inside, but the lights in the small dark room were turned on, and Xiao Dong moved in a table and made some cold dishes.
Peanuts, roast chicken, pork head meat, etc., Chen Taizhong and I were sitting there eating and drinking.
The wine on the table...is actually Moutai!
This was too much to deceive people. The policeman felt dissatisfied and quietly turned off the light switch in the dark room. Naturally, it was set up outside the house. Why else would it be called a small dark room?
As soon as the light was turned off, Xiao Dong went to turn it on. After turning it on, it was turned off soon. In the end, Xiao Dong had no choice but to go out and bring in an emergency light. "Forget it, use this..."
"Am I so unpopular?" Chen Taizhong looked at the emergency lights and couldn't laugh or cry. Originally, he remembered the faces of one or two policemen who turned off the lights through his clairvoyance. But in the end, he didn't bother to remember them. There were too many.
It takes up too much brain capacity. It’s boring.
"Actually, some people just do it for fun, haha," Xiao Dong drank a lot of wine, and this guy is usually a boss. Hearing his words, he burst out laughing, "But today, Mayor Qiao
I’m here too, it’s quite fun.||
"He's in charge of the Science and Technology Committee." Chen Taizhong didn't take it seriously.
"Yeah," Xiao Dong nodded. He was already 99% sure that the person he brought out that day was Mayor Qiao. However, he was very tight-lipped, and even to Chen Taizhong, he didn't know that this was what a person doing dirty work should do.
Suewu said, "Director Qiu of your science and technology committee is pretty good..."
At about eight o'clock, Wang Hongwei came in and walked around, looked at the emergency lights on the table, and smiled softly, "It's okay. No one will turn off the lights in the middle of the night."
In short, until one or two o'clock in the morning, there were still police passing by, and some people even came in to chat with Chen Taizhong. As for whether these people were trying to get close to him or to disgust people, I really can't tell. Anyway, they came in.
They all have a good attitude. It is also one of the rumors that the god of plague can make people prosperous.
How do I get out and get to Subo? Chen Taizhong was depressed. He originally thought of using the time in the small dark room to create an illusion that looked like the old Chinese medicine doctor Wen Hai met.
And his body can naturally go out through the wall and do whatever he wants. The people in the police station testify, that is ironclad evidence. Who dares to say that he is suspected?
But now, people come in from time to time to harass him, and he can't make trouble at all. Therefore, he regrets a little. If he had known this, it would be better to find another way to prove that he is not present, and save himself from squatting here all night, spreading rumors.
It doesn't sound good to go out.
Finally, it was okay. He knew who was snitching on me behind the scenes. Being bored, he could only comfort himself like this. However, the next question was placed in front of him: Now that he has a clear goal, then
Do other people who plan to take revenge need to do so?
Those who were put on the suspect list are all against him. Although those people have not taken any action at present, it does not mean that they will not take action in the future. It is a taboo to cut the grass without eradicating the roots. ^^ He was thinking so
, another thought came up: Secretary Wu said it well, with the symbol of Meng Yi on me, if others want to touch me, they have to think twice. Besides, learning to compromise, isn't that also an art in the officialdom?
So sitting back and watching these people perform, and learning two more moves by the way, seems... a good choice?
These two thoughts were at war in his mind for a long time. In the end, he finally made up his mind: take one step at a time, and get rid of the root cause when there is a chance.
As for dealing with all the unstable factors in one go, it would be better to wait until there are signs of something bad and then kill them.
After making this decision, Chen Taizhong fell asleep peacefully. Although the light bulb in the small dark room made the room look like daylight, it definitely did not affect his rest.
At about four o'clock in the morning, he realized that there was no sound of people around him, so he quietly made an illusion and disappeared through the wall. The most urgent thing at the moment was to deal with Zhou Wuming!
However, the next moment, his real body slipped back dejectedly: Damn, why did I forget to ask, where does Zhou Wuming's family live?
For Chen Taizhong, this was a really depressing night.
However, he is obviously not the most depressed person in the police station. Even more depressed is Yuan Ling. Reporter Yuan was unable to rest due to fatigue from the interrogation all night.
Fortunately, the police knew that he was a reporter, so they only used a bright light to shine on him. They did not use any excessive tricks such as pouring cold water on him. As for saying that a chicken crossed the river or fired a cannon at me, they did not use it.
That's called torture to extract a confession.
Unfortunately, Yuanling has only done this little thing, and nothing else. At most, it is nothing more than threatening to expose tax evasion and knocking off a few contracting teams for small sums. His girlfriend is the city construction director.
From the company's finance department, it's easy to collect similar information.
Seeing that they couldn't squeeze anything out, the police reported to Wang Hongwei that it was already ten o'clock on Saturday morning. "There is nothing to understand." Chen Taizhong kept shouting that it was dawn and he wanted to give a friend
It’s time to say goodbye. Do you want us to let him out? Mr. Wang, do you think so?"
Although Wang Hongwei is still the chief of police, he has been promoted to secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Committee. However, the police are still willing to call him Bureau Wang. Doesn't this... seem considerate?
"Twenty-four hours, enough to lock him up!" Wang Hongwei laughed loudly on the phone, feeling indescribably happy. The depression he had held back last night was finally released completely. Chen Taizhong, are you anxious to come out?
Hey, you asked me to lock you up for a whole day. If the God of Plague said it, I would naturally do it.
I didn't scold the man upstairs! When Chen Taizhong heard this, he was naturally even more depressed. In fact, what he was anxious about was not to send Guangming away, but to say... Brother, there are still seven to eight million pounds here, waiting to be paid.
Always take it away!
However, he also knew why Wang Hongwei was so entangled in his heart. When he heard Xiao Dong retelling the situation in the small conference room, didn't he burst into laughter with his belly held in his hands?
Forget it, just stay there, it’s nothing important. He currently has tens of millions on hand. If he throws it around to hit people, it’s enough to throw it away for a while. It’s impossible for a bright light to never come to Phoenix.
Just wait for a while.
After thinking about this, he began to enjoy himself. Not long after, people came to visit him one after another. However, thinking about Yang Qianqian who came at about six o'clock in the morning, he felt that he owed his classmates a lot of love.
Thinking of the last time he was at the Phoenix Hotel, when Yang Qianqian sat down next to him resolutely, Chen Taizhong felt even more uneasy. If he had the opportunity in the future, he must repay this friendship with classmates.
The whole morning passed in such a mediocre way. As more and more people looked at him, Chen's mood became better and better. It turns out that my brother's popularity is really good. What if he returns to the fairy world now?
, it should be Luo Tianshangxian Chen Shanren, right?
Don't be proud, don't be complacent, you have to make further progress! He reminded himself happily.
He was happy, but Wang Hongwei was not happy. Although this theory of relativity is indeed a bit strange, some things in this world really follow some unexplainable logic.
At about 11 o'clock at noon, Xia Dali, secretary of the Provincial Political and Legal Committee, called Wang Hongwei, "Hwewei, I heard that Chen Taizhong is at your place?"
Chen Taizhong, you bastard! Can you let me live in peace? This was Wang Hongwei's first thought. However, since Secretary Xia called, he would definitely answer, "Well, it's a civil dispute, and it's currently under investigation.
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"I know, it's a civil dispute," Xia Dali pondered on the phone for a moment, as if it was difficult to speak. The next moment he sighed softly, "Well, since this is the case, can you let him out now... I'm looking for
He has some personal matters, I hope he didn't cause you to violate any principles."
You made the call. Even if it violates the policy, I have to admit it. Wang Hongwei laughed and said, "Haha, no problem. In fact, civil disputes are nothing to begin with. Secretary Dali, I will ask him to call you right away." "That's right.
No, let him call Jing Tao," Xia Dali smiled on the phone, "Jing Tao has been looking for him all morning."
The day before yesterday, at noon, Jing Yi had a vision of the continuous spring rain. He was so happy that he wrote a piece of "Recalling the South of the Yangtze River" with splashes of ink, calling it a rare masterpiece in recent years. He drank a few glasses of wine to entertain himself, but unexpectedly he suffered a stroke during his lunch break.
