The surroundings felt strange - the telegram calling him back was urgent, and he couldn't figure out what happened. He quickly settled all the things he could do in Foshan early the next morning, and took the flight back before noon.
The patrol boat set off, and there was no delay all the way. For lunch, he ate military rations on the patrol boat. He hurried for forty or fifty miles and rushed back to the big world before dark. If he hadn't gotten off the boat at the big world pier,
The boat is a stone's throw away from the office. He wants to change his clothes before going. He is afraid that he will have to drive straight to Guangzhou. Why is it that I have rushed to the city to contact you now, but you are not in a hurry and want me to go tomorrow?
Come again? You thought I came back late, but you sent an urgent bid yesterday! If you really weren’t in a hurry, why did you send an urgent bid? Do you, Liu, have any objections to me?
The people around me were worried and in a bad mood. They didn't give the "rewards" to the two seconded guards as expected, but went into their own "Zhou Family Fort" with a cold face.
"What's going on these days?" Zhou Zhou, who was about to sign the write-off documents for the two guards, asked the secretary next week as usual.
"It's no big deal." Secretary Zhou paused, brewing some emotions, and said, "It's just that yesterday a veteran whose name I haven't heard before lost his temper when he didn't see you, the leader, and even grabbed a few documents from the document basket.
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The pens signing all around suddenly stopped, and their arms hung in the air for more than ten seconds, shaking uncontrollably.
"Yesterday?" The people around looked up at Secretary Zhou coldly: "What time did it happen yesterday?"
Secretary Zhou, who was already being coy, finally managed to squeeze out a few tears and responded: "It's more than two o'clock, less than three o'clock."
The corner of Zhou's mouth twitched, and the ink-storage signature pen with a brass shell from the old time and space in his hand was squeezed so hard that it wanted to deform.
Bang, he threw aside the beloved pens around him and stopped signing them. He was afraid that he would continue to borrow them from others.
Surround took a deep breath, walked to the chair at the big desk in the foyer, sat down, and then slowly exhaled. "Tell me, what's going on!"
The tone was a bit strong, and she seemed to be a little angry just now, but Secretary Zhou was proud of it, thinking that it was the evil anger caused by people who heard that she was humiliated by an unknown elder. Since she heard the chief's question, she should delete it immediately.
She went on and on, and "narrated" what happened yesterday. According to her, it was simply a scoundrel with no knowledge of his origins who was destroying the majesty of Nanyang Company. Anyone who heard it would feel that this guy who claimed to be a veteran should chop himself off.
The hand that grabs the official document shows repentance, good reflection, mouse tail juice.
After listening to everyone around me, my heart felt cold, and half of my body was numb. I took another breath, breathed it out, and then straightened my expression.
File basket?
I looked around and saw that there was a bamboo frame lined with cloth on the back left. There was a rattan cover on the frame, and there were several heavy books pressed on the cover.
"Is it this basket?" asked Secretary Zhou, pointing at what he thought was a wastebasket.
"Looking back to the commander, this is it. To prevent anyone from robbing it again, I specially added some heavy objects to hold it down."
You are so awesome!!!
He wanted to go and see with his own hands what deadly thing was in that basket, but he found that he seemed to have a problem with his coordination and could not stand up.
"I'm not paralyzed!" The surrounding people roared in their hearts. He removed his hands from his knees and put them on the table - fortunately, at least he was not paralyzed. He raised his foot and stamped it? The thigh can be lifted up by force, but the calf muscles are a bit stiff.
When the soles of the feet hit the ground, they felt like thousands of silver needles were pricking them—it didn’t look like hemiplegia.
After calming down his emotions, he ordered: "Then take them all out. What do you have?"
"That's a lot. The chief just came to Guangzhou. He met with the mayor on the second day and went to Danzhou for inspection on the third day. You told me to keep whatever I had first. You were so accurate. On the fifth day, people kept coming.
Come and find me. Some people just leave a business card. Some people leave a message, saying that I’ll meet you when you’re free. I’ll remember it all. Some people leave a thick bundle of documents, and each one says:
It’s very important, but I saw there was nothing on the seal, so I kept it together.”
Secretary Zhou said as she took things out of the document basket one by one. You have to say that she didn't do any work, but she sorted them out very well. She even remembered to take a separate piece of paper to write down the message.
You have to say she did her job...
"Didn't I come back from Danzhou about ten days ago? Why didn't you show it to me at that time?" He was holding a "Briefly Development Plan of Myanmar Ren'anqiang Crude Oil Development" from 17 days ago, his hands were shaking thickly.
The envelope clattered.
Before he came to Guangzhou, he had not expected that many elders would come to visit and promote his plans or intentions to "mix things up", so he specifically asked his secretary to record all these materials and messages for him to read when he came back.
Yes - even if these memos are just a bunch of rubbish, they still have to show "attention".
"That day you got off the ship from the Great World and took a carriage back. You went to bed without taking a shower. Before you went to bed, you informed me that you had an appointment with Mayor Liu the next morning. These are not official documents and they are not marked as confidential or urgent.
How can you have time to look at such things?"
Then I thank you!
But that’s not right. If you had never seen the private messages or memos sent by other elders, your surroundings would have been suspicious. Since these things are treated differently, then...
I looked around carefully and didn't pay much attention to Secretary Zhou's various trinkets before. I already had a suspicion in my heart. I saw something wrong with everything, but I couldn't pinpoint where the problem was. How about cheating?
"The new stuff I have is nice, very good." The people around me made a pleasant expression and suddenly praised.
Secretary Zhou was so suddenly deceived that he subconsciously pressed his chest - did he find out? Is it the special steel ring tattoo from the No. 82 store, or this gold chain cat's eye necklace? No, as for the necklace, the chief should see it
No! It must be Wen*. Could this thing be really flattering? The chief really likes it?
"Okay, go and call Xiao Xu and Xiao Du in. I'll sign the receipt for them here."
"Okay, Chief." Secretary Zhou deliberately drew a long note and turned around with a charming look.
"Hello, Chief!" Xiao Xu and Xiao Du had just placed their luggage in the back hall when they heard Secretary Zhou calling and rushed over immediately.
"Well, your acknowledgment slip has been signed." There was a slip in each hand, and they were about to hand it over. Xiao Xu and Xiao Du just stepped forward and reached out to take it. Suddenly, the slip was pulled back and placed on the desk.
Pressing down on his head, he raised his chin and said to the two Nationalist soldiers: "My order: arrest Secretary Zhou!"
The three people around him were stunned at the same time, but after all, the two national soldiers were well-trained and quickly reacted. They turned around and turned into a big grappler. They didn't care about the beauty. Each had an arm, and each had a leg. They quickly grasped the enemy.
Secretary Zhou was pressed to the ground.
Xiao Xu pulled Secretary Zhou's left arm back, and Secretary Zhou yelled in pain. Xiao Du took the opportunity to free up a hand to take over the painful and trembling left arm, and pressed it crosswise on Secretary Zhou's
Xiao Xu took the opportunity to straighten up, took the rope for packing luggage from his belt, and kicked Secretary Zhou all over the floor.
They were tied up, then the rope ends were pulled, and the hands were tied up again.
The two quickly subdued Secretary Zhou. After completing the binding and control, Xiao Du stood up and saluted: "Report to the chief! He has been controlled!"
He took another big breath, raised his head and spit it out to the ceiling, and finally sorted out his thoughts. "Thank you! But please help me for a while and be the correspondent."
"Promise to complete the mission!" The two responded in unison.
Secretary Zhou was first stunned by the sudden attack, and then her arms were pulled and her hands and feet were tied up. Her mind was still confused. When she was talking to the two guards around her, she just came to her senses - this...
Was he tied up?
For a moment, the original experiences from the old year came back to me, and I was so frightened that my nose and tears welled up.
"Chief, please have mercy! Chief! Chief, please have mercy! I am wrong! I am wrong!"
The people around her ignored her and thought she was noisy.
"Gag her mouth first!"
"Yes! Chief!" Xiao Du responded and walked to Secretary Zhou who was lying on the ground. People thought that he would stuff her mouth with some kind of cloth or socks. After all, it was like this in movies and TV shows, but
Xiao Du skillfully took out a hard pear-shaped object from his hip pocket, pinched Secretary Zhou's jaw with his hand, and took advantage of the pain to open his mouth and quickly stuffed it in. Secretary Zhou was stuffed with this hard thing.
With his mouth full, he could only make whining sounds from his nasal cavity and could no longer speak.
"What is this?" The people around asked, fearing that this thing was a dangerous item.
Xiao Xu turned his head and looked at it, and took out one and gave it to the surrounding people, saying: "This is Cao Cao No. 7 emergency dry food. When the special operations team came to communicate, they said that it is better to cut this thing into a pear shape and carry it with you at ordinary times.
When a prisoner is captured and needs to be silenced, it is better to stuff it directly than to find other tools temporarily. Our company usually cuts this thing with a knife when we have nothing to do. Basically, we have one per person. I heard that our company commander even gives the command post a blow.
Let’s go through the report and see if we can make future emergency military rations look like this so that we can save the effort of cutting them.”
"It's interesting." He just looked around and didn't go into details. He was not in the mood.
Secretary Zhou knew that he had nothing to say, so he could only lie on his side on the ground, crying and sobbing while trying to kowtow. A slight pity ignited in his heart. But just as he was reading, he wanted to stand up and say something.
At that time, I found that my calves still had no strength and I still couldn't stand up. The pity that had just been ignited disappeared with the wind. I could no longer care about the rhetoric of "we don't want to do this", so I ignored it.