"get off work?"

Zhang Shidong looked at the colleague who walked out, looked up at the time, and waved his hand to say goodbye to everyone.

After get off work, I am no longer a civilized person.

Outside a teahouse, Zhang Shidong looked at the black Mercedes-Benz off-road from a distance. A man came over, holding an abandoned key in his hand, and walked around the car. A curved gray-white curve appeared on the car. The harsh sound caused the sound of an alarm and disappeared surrounded by a group of people who were crowded. Before the owner could leave the teahouse, dozens of normal-dressed men gathered from all directions, throwing the black plastic bags in his hands from afar and smashing the car on the Mercedes-Benz off-road. The disgusting smell came from inside. The yellow and white objects instantly covered the entire car. The flowing objects flowed down the body of the car, falling on the ground and flowing to challenge everyone's ability to withstand it.

The man under the moon is about thirty years old, with square faces, small eyes, high cheekbones, and fierce faces. People will feel a sense of palpitations when they look at him. He squinted his eyes and watched his car be contaminated by yellow and white objects. He closed his eyes very calmly: "Let's go, just a clown jumping."

More than a dozen people quickly penetrated the streets and disappeared without a trace. Wan Xueling, who had just arrived in Pingjiang, looked down at the so-called young master here.

My uncle was transferred here and it was completely gilded. Every grass and tree here made Wan Xueling feel unrecognizable. He was used to living in big cities. The second-tier prefecture-level cities in the north were like suburbs to him. Everything was so backward, including the people's thinking mode here. Is a Yanei who started his business with the thighs of the female secretary's daughter? Is it worthy of being named Yanei?

"A small place is just a mess. Deputy Secretary of the Political and Legal Committee, Executive Deputy Director of the Municipal Bureau, and Director of the Central Branch, is ridiculously terrible." Wan Xueling's domineering has been around for a long time. His parents died early and they were always brought by his uncle and aunt. He has never stayed for the rest of the country. His uncle and aunt have never stayed. He has been a son's home. He is a developed coastal city, a capital city in red provinces and even a municipality directly under the central government. Wan Xueling has followed his uncle for a while, and he has been in a low-key manner for several years. Now he is in charge of the country. Wan Xuelin initially thought not to cause trouble for his uncle, but when he arrived in Pingjiang, he saw that I, it was only more than a month since I was here to take up my new position. There were two or three members of the Standing Committee who had reached the direct bureau and the outside counties and cities. There was no need to mention that the mayor and secretary level were the same, but the second-in-command who had no human rights was born with power deformed.

When we arrived in Pingjiang, there seemed to be no obstacles in all this. The female secretary who was said to be very strong was very low-key and had a strong background in the new mayor, after taking office, introduced hard policies continuously, and received great support from ministries and commissions and provinces. Several consecutive special financial policy support allowed her reputation to rise quickly in Pingjiang in a short period of time.

After holding it in for a few years, Wan Xueling suddenly released her a small city in the corner and began to play unrestrainedly in this city.

When he said this, everyone around him understood that Young Master Wan was going to take action from the high end and take down Zhang Jun's position. Some people also reminded Wan Xueling that it is said that the fall of Deng Peimin, the executive vice governor of the province, was also related to Zhang Shidong. Kong Xuedong, the domineering mayor of the city once a local faction, left the political stage sadly, which was also related to Zhang Shidong.

In response to this, before someone knew the inside story, Wan Xueling heard the only sneering disdain. Is it easy for a deputy ministerial level to win if anyone wants to win? It is too evil to spread outside. It is probably because Zhang Shidong is lucky. Some of his actions coincide with some of the beats above, which caused him to take action and move the boss down.

This argument has gradually become stronger as Wan Xueling has become a recognized argument by most people. Zhang Shidong has always been making some of his private property in the suburbs, and everyone has ignored his existence. If it weren't for the antique incident some time ago, many people would have forgotten that Director Zhang had such a once unrestrained and wild son.

A group of little beggars ran out of the alley next to them, and went straight to Wan Xueling and others with great purpose, and ran over, shouting, "Uncle, I'm hungry. Uncle, I'm hungry."

A group of little beggars instantly surrounded the group of people and handed them up with dirty hands. Before Wan Xueling and others could report it, the clothes, pants and hands were wiped all over by these dirty hands.

Scream!!!

A sprinkler truck drove from a distance and was driving normally. However, when they arrived at the street where these people were standing, someone in the car pulled the water spray pipe and sprayed it directly at the people. While spraying, he shouted: "Do not, avoid, avoid quickly."

Wan Xueling and others hid, and subconsciously did not run into the teahouse, but moved away from the seat.

They moved, and the sprinkler truck also moved. In the state of chasing them, spraying the water spray pipes of the flowerbed and grass on the roadside, cold water fell from the sky, and huge raindrops fell on everyone's body, mixed with dirty handprints on their bodies, and they were completely embarrassed and completely lost the style of standing on the top of the crowd.

This is not the end. What is sprayed out from the sprinkler truck is no longer cold water, but a stream of dirty water with a strong smell, with a little vegetable leaves and dirt falling on several people, causing the gap between them and beggars to change from infinite distance to zero distance.

An old lady pushed a four-wheeled cart and walked out of the street at the corner. Seeing the appearance of several people, she shook her head, put a small bag of scattered vegetable leaves in the cart, and handed them to everyone: "What a big guy, why don't you make money? Take it, you can deal with it all night."

Wan Xueling looked at the dirty plastic bag in front of him and the vegetable leaves that looked like pig food inside, held his head in both hands, and roared: "Call, call Lao Xia and ask him to come over immediately."

Is it over if Zhang Shidong arranged this way? Of course not, there is a group of players who are helping, and one person wants to fight against him, just seeking death. Playing to death is not the goal, and playing to you is not the goal. Playing to make you cry without tears is the goal.

Before the Xia Suo arrived, a group of young people fighting on the street chased each other. The young people were extremely fierce. The knife in their hands was chopped up regardless of whether it was a vital point or not. The few people didn't want to hide, but they were really panicked when they saw blood. If they were injured by a group of little gangsters, the man would be thrown away.

Wan Xueling has never been so embarrassed since he came to Pingjiang. He has no such a young man and a young man. He ran wildly on the street and ran apart with the followers around him. Standing at the door of an old-fashioned community, Wan Xueling gasped heavily, unable to bear the smell on his body. He took out his cell phone from his pocket and looked at the dark screen and the water stains on it. He found that he could not contact others. Apart from his private personal cell phone, he had not put his wallet on his body for a long time.

Standing up straight, looking around, the environment was very strange. When I saw a small supermarket, I walked over and walked over: "Do you have a public telephone?"

Before Wan Xueling realized his embarrassment, she walked in with a very stylish look and shouted at the bald man sitting there playing games.

"Fuck, I'm telling me why it smells bad. Take it and get out of the way." The bald man glanced at Wan Xueling, took out a brass-colored 50 cents from the box containing the change, and threw it over directly.

Wan Xueling frowned, turned around and left, remembering the name of the supermarket.

After a walk around, when the female owner of the second small supermarket covered her nose and threw it over 50 cents, Wan Xueling picked it up and ran away, handed over 50 cents in front of a newsstand, dialed the only number he remembered, the number from his uncle's house.

During the period when waiting for the car to pick him up, it became Wan Xueling's lifelong nightmare. He never expected that one day he would be forcibly dragged away by a man, and in a closed and dark garage, listening to the other person's yin laugh, someone took off his pants, and someone...

He didn't remember the man's appearance, but only the man's laughter. He walked on the street in a daze, and the terrifying laughter echoed in his ears, and even his aunt came to pick him up.

Listening to his aunt's concern, Wan Xueling suddenly burst into tears, hugging his aunt and crying bitterly, completely losing the style and posture of the yamen in his past. The thirty-year-old man cried so sadly that he didn't even remember where the garage was. He only knew that everything that happened after being stimulated by the sound and pinched the back of his neck.

That night, Pingjiang became lively. The director of the Municipal Bureau received a call from Mayor Wan. During the call, Mayor Wan criticized Pingjiang's public security and urged him to rectify immediately. If he couldn't do it well, he would give up his position and give up his position to capable people.

That night, layer by layer. During the meeting of the municipal bureau, many well-informed people focused their attention on Zhang Jun. Although they did not dare to say it clearly, they still had some meaning inside and outside.

In the area where Wan Xueling was found, it became a key inspection area that night, and the garage was not found in the end. Wan Xueling looked gloomy and didn't like anyone, and was determined to catch the person who planned all this.

Everyone can guess who did it, and they also understand what Wan Xueling's posture looks like. It is to put pressure on you. Don't let me catch the painful feet, and catch you to death.

The night of trouble ended up with no result. Those people seemed to have completely disappeared. From the man who threw things to the little beggars, to the sprinkler trucks, and the young people fighting, everything disappeared out of thin air, without any trace, and no one of the residents nearby knew any of them. These people suddenly appeared to target Wan Xueling and his group, and then everyone disappeared out of thin air.

Early the next morning, Wan Xueling personally brought people to Huazhan Building, and the result was that the cool mobile phone Songjiang Office was resting together.

While he was about to have a head-on confrontation, what about Zhang Shidong?

He ignored him completely. He was sitting in the Dream Hall at this moment, looking at the computer with a serious expression, continuing the ninety-nine rectification work that had not been completed.
Chapter completed!