Luo Polu looked at Luo Zhiyuan's slender back, tiptoing into the bedroom, and a strange look flashed between his eyebrows.

Although his son is still the same son, he always feels strange recently and is even a little strange.

Maybe it was this storm that made him mature overnight. Luo Polu could only think like this, so he would leave it alone and no longer be entangled. Based on his intuition, he believed that his son would not go on a evil path, and that was enough.

Luo Polu smoked another cigarette, then went to the bathroom to wash and go to bed to rest. Although he has "reincarnated his post", in order to avoid suspicion and protect himself, he completely escaped from the whirlpool of Zheng Pingshan's case. He chose to take a long vacation and has not resumed his substantial work. The county party secretary and county magistrate knew this well, so he acquiesced to his temporary "lurking".

The next morning, Luo Zhiyuan went to work at the newspaper office. As soon as he arrived at the newspaper office, he received an interview task.

National Day is coming. Under the instructions of the Municipal Party Committee Propaganda Department, the newspaper planned a series of special reports on "giving to the National Day". It selected 8 reporters from three business departments: Current Affairs News Department, Social News Department, and Theoretical Communication Department, divided them into three reporting groups, went to the grassroots to collect folklore, and wrote a group of manuscripts that reflect the new look of Anbei City's economic and social development since the reform and opening up; in addition, it went to Beijing all the way to interview Yu Pingnian, the founding general from Anbei.

Yu Ping joined the revolution at the age of 13 and experienced many battles. He was awarded the rank of major general in 55 years. He eventually became the deputy commander of the Beijing Military Region. He retired in the late 1980s and spent his days in Beijing.

After the old man retired from his military leadership position, he returned to Anbei three times to donate funds to support the economic construction of his hometown. Now there is a "General Yu Primary School" in Anbei District, Anbei City, which is a public primary school that was completely funded by Mr. Yu and managed by the District Education Bureau.

As a native of Anbei, Mr. Yu has a special feeling for his hometown. He always spares no effort to help him if something happens in the city. He also uses his social relations to attract investment for Anbei City.

This is an interview task that shows off. Perhaps in order to ease the relationship, Song Jianjun recommended Luo Zhiyuan to the top. After the overall arrangement of the editorial office, Luo Zhiyuan was designated as one of the members of the interview group in Beijing.

There were three people in the interview team. In addition to Luo Zhiyuan, there was also Zhang Changjun, a reporter from the Social News Department, Sheng Jiran, member of the Party Committee and deputy editor-in-chief, and director of the Editor-in-Chief Office, who personally led the team. Sheng Jiran had visited Mr. Yu twice before and was relatively familiar with Mr. Yu.

Sheng Jiran is a member of the newspaper leadership team and a deputy county-level leader. He is also a senior senior in the news media industry in Anbei City, and has been engaged in the industry for nearly 20 years.

That morning, Sheng Jiran summoned Luo Zhiyuan and Zhang Changjun for a short meeting and ordered them to go back and pack up their luggage and prepare. They would take the train to Beijing tomorrow morning.

It is said that this is a bad guy, but Luo Zhiyuan felt a little awkward and didn't think of this trip.

One is that Tang Xiaolan has just joined the task force of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection. In the past two days, the task force of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection may have a storm, which directly led to a major shock in the officialdom in Anbei City. At this time, he felt uneasy when he left the city;

Second, Sheng Jiran is a member of Hou Senlin's faction. Although in Hou Senlin's eyes, Sheng Jiran is not a confidant general, but is just an optional pawn. However, the faction is a faction. Sheng Jiran finally stood under Hou Senlin's umbrella - traveling with Sheng Jiran, and Luo Zhiyuan was in a sensation from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, Sheng Jiran's attitude towards Luo Zhiyuan was obviously a little cold. Perhaps because Luo Zhiyuan was the son of Luo Polu, and Luo Polu was a cadre promoted by Zheng Pingshan, the two factions were incompatible. However, the list of the entry to Beijing this time was finalized by the top leader of the newspaper, and he had no choice, otherwise he would have replaced people long ago.

Leaving the newspaper, Luo Zhiyuan went straight to the Central Branch of the Municipal Post Bureau on Jiefang Road, and found and opened No. 123 in a row of green mailboxes in the business hall.

This is a new business of the post office, which provides unified service for renting mailboxes and private management, with 200 yuan a year. Generally, some enterprises or wealthy bosses in the city rent places specially used to receive important letters and remittances.

Tang Xiaolan has a private mailbox here, probably not even her mother Tang Xiuhua knows.

Luo Zhiyuan opened the mailbox, took out a tightly sealed kraft paper bag, and hurried away.

When he got home, he hid in the bedroom and opened the kraft paper bag. There was a box of audio tapes, a copy of the account was neatly bound, and a passbook worth 100,000 yuan. These were probably the core evidence that Tang Xiaolan had. As for the passbook, it should be the pension funds left by Tang Xiaolan to his mother, as a precaution.

Luo Zhiyuan's expression became solemn, and he opened the account book and glanced a few times. Although he didn't understand finance and could not understand these overly professional account data, this may be the internal financial transaction record of Chen Ping's Huatai Group engaged in illegal trade, which is very detailed - Luo Zhiyuan doesn't know how Tang Xiaolan got this book, but she must have a private channel that she is unknown to others.

From this perspective, Tang Xiaolan is really not simple.

Luo Zhiyuan's eyes flashed for a while, he slowly closed the account book, found the "half-head brick" recorder that he learned English when he was in college, put the tape in, and resolutely pressed the play button.

The sound in front of the tape was very complicated and slight, and I couldn't hear anything valuable, so I could only vaguely hear that there were two people talking. But Luo Zhiyuan continued to listen patiently, and after a moment, the conversation in the tape suddenly became clear and magnified-

"Secretary Hou, it's just 500,000 yuan, a little bit of meaning, a little bit of meaning. What's our relationship? Are you still so polite to me?" This was Chen Ping's voice.

"Chen Ping, you are playing the piano randomly! Take it back quickly, don't do it randomly!" The voice was a little hoarse, but it was basically determined that it was Hou Senlin's movement.

"Okay, I know Secretary Hou is honest and honest, but this is my personal wish. If this happens, I'd better save it to my sister-in-law's wife in the account, which is why I support the welfare cause in the city."

"Then you can do whatever you want, I don't care about that." Hou Senlin coughed twice and said, "Chen Ping, you are a big taxpayer in the city. When the company has money, you should do more good deeds and contribute more to the society. Only in this way can you establish a good corporate image."

"Haha! Secretary Hou is saying it!" Chen Ping laughed roughly, and the recording ended abruptly.

But just as Luo Zhiyuan was about to finish the playback, Chen Ping's sneer suddenly came from the tape: "Damn old fox, you don't spit out bones, pretend to be your mother! How much does it cost to eat me, and you still look hypocritical! Lina, put this belt in the safe later, I must prevent him from turning against others in the future!"

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Luo Zhiyuan let out a long sigh.
Chapter completed!