Thirty to fifty meters away from the gathered villagers, the convoy stopped in the middle of the road. Behind the police car that opened the road was a Passat. The secretary in the passenger seat got out of the car very quickly, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, the rear door opened by itself, and a hairdresser came out hurriedly. A leader with a big back. This leader with hot sweat on his forehead is Zhu Quanyou, director of the Xiling Development New Area Management Committee. When he learned that the villagers from Qianjin Village had blocked the road, he hurriedly led his team there. Peony Bridge is the choke point between the old urban area and the new administrative district. Leaders of the municipal party committee and government must pass here when commuting to and from get off work. If the problem is not solved in time and bad effects are caused, he will inevitably suffer death. The policemen who came out of the police cars in front and behind were not as anxious as Director Zhu. They all chatted with relaxed expressions, and did not hold any shields or batons in their bare hands - now that we are talking about a harmonious society, try not to cause a group incident. Besides, the hard nut of land acquisition and construction was finished a few years ago, leaving only follow-up issues. The conflicts will not be as big as forced expropriation and demolition. A fat police officer in a white shirt walked towards Zhu Quanyou with three unsteady steps and shouted, "Director Zhu, look?" Although Zhu Quanyou was unhappy in his heart, he still smiled on his face, and the anxiety he felt when he got off the car was gone. Got up most of the time. Because the person opposite is Yang Yantai, a member of the Party Working Committee of the Development Zone and Director of the Public Security Bureau. In the entire development zone's party and government teams, only the Secretary of the Party Working Committee who is a member of the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee can steadily defeat the other party, and he, The chairman of the management committee does not have enough weight. The two discussed for a while, but Zhu Quanyou took the lead and walked towards the villagers with a smile on his face. Yang Yantai led several police officers behind him, with serious expressions and a red-faced and white-faced attitude. "It's a pity that these villagers on the edge of the city are not honest people in the mountains and old forests. In the past few years, petitioning has been on the battlefield, and I will not fall for their tricks at all. Zhu Quanyou just opened his mouth and said, "Dear members of the public." It aroused a lot of boos: "Director Zhu, you always say nice things with red lips and white teeth, but in the end it's useless!" "Don't just talk about those nice things, we won't be fooled by you anymore!" Zhu Quanyou looked very unhappy. It looks good, green and red. Yang Yantai just stood aside expressionlessly, waiting for the villagers to make too much noise before yelling once or twice, but it was of no use. Finally, Zhang Minghan, the former village director of Qianjin Village, stood up and told the villagers to stop yelling, and everyone immediately calmed down. "Director Zhu. We really have no choice but to block the road. If the problem of environmental pollution is not solved, not only us, but also future generations will suffer!" Zhang Minghan said sincerely, cement plants, chemical plants, paper mills, dust and dust , water pollution, smog, lay them out one by one and argue with Zhu Quanyou. Zhu Quanyou had a very good attitude. He smoothed his sweat-soaked hair and listened to Zhang Minghan's words with a smile. Nodding his head from time to time and saying a few words. His performance temporarily appeased the mood of the villagers. Many people felt that although the problem has not been solved, it is much better for a high-ranking official to behave like this than the usual hard-to-reach, ugly-looking and unpleasant-tongued officials. But Qi Ran shook his head when he heard it. Don't look at it as just a high school student. He probably had more experience in dealing with government officials than all the villagers combined. He knew as soon as he heard that Zhu Quanyou was just trying to shirk the situation. The words I just said sound pleasant to the ears, but in fact, even half of them cannot be implemented. They were simply trying to coax these villagers, with no intention of actually solving the problem. He frowned and looked at Lin Yan. But the girl was smiling with her lips pursed, and there was a hint of cunning in her dark eyes: "Hey. Did you find anything?" Qi Ran followed Lin Yan's gaze and looked over. It was Zhu who nodded in agreement at one moment and patted his chest to confirm the other. The director, the expressionless Director Yang beside him, and the police officers in the distance who were chatting and smoking with relaxed expressions on their faces. Differentially, Director Zhu's words were talking about the problems left over from history. He had the meaning of pushing responsibility forward. He himself pretended to be in front of the people. "They don't seem to care very much?" When Qi Ran said this, an idea flashed in his mind, and he immediately understood the reason. People have always been slow in officialdom. If you are no longer in that position, most of the power brought by the official position will disappear, and the most people will give you is a little face. Jiang Shan, who used to serve as deputy secretary of the municipal party committee and secretary of the new district party working committee in Xiling, is naturally powerful, even overpowering the mayor and approaching the municipal party secretary. It's a pity that he has been transferred. It would have been fine if he had been promoted in place or promoted to the province. But he was promoted to the mayor of Dongchuan, a few hundred miles away. Prestige and relationships will inevitably weaken. From Director Zhu¡¯s point of view, why do you want me to clean up the mess that Mayor Jiang left behind? If I don¡¯t ask you to help me take the blame, should I take the blame myself? Even if Jiang Shan remains a direct descendant of Xiling, he will not come forward at this time. Once the emperor and the courtiers, thisThe old ministry itself is still facing the purge of successors and is busy holding on to its thighs! At most, I would maintain a friendly relationship with Jiang Shan, hoping that Mayor Jiang would advance to a higher level and return to Xiling to be the secretary of the municipal party committee or be transferred to the province as an official. Then he would promote himself - but that would be at least a few years later. Who can say for sure? Qi Ran was quick to understand. He suppressed his surprise and said in a low voice: "It seems that the resistance on the Xiling side is smaller than we expected." "Maybe we can also take advantage of the officials' mentality of shirking responsibility. ," Lin Yan tilted her mouth and smiled slyly. Looking at the girl¡¯s smiling lips, Qi Ran¡¯s heart skipped a beat, and he returned to the long-distance bus in a trance, stealing a kiss while she was sleeping. The beautiful memories had a hazy sense of unreality, making it difficult for him to tell whether they were reality or just a youthful dream? "Classmate Qi Ran, why are you so dazed?" Lin Yan raised her slender fingers and waved them in front of Qi Ran's eyes. "No, it's nothing," Qi Ran resolutely kept the sweet secret. He smiled and scratched his hair and returned to the topic: "Well, you should be right. Some officials currently in office are not only not He will cover up Jiang Shan and Chen Weiya, and when things really threaten his own official position, he will take the initiative to lift the lid! "The logic of officialdom is like this, a dead Taoist friend will not die a poor Taoist. When nothing serious happens, officials can protect each other, but in critical moments, everyone wants to put the blame on someone else's back. But now it seems that Director Zhu is not under any pressure. This guy is the director of the new district management committee, and he is indeed somewhat capable of fooling people. He continues to trick the masses and makes random promises with red lips and white teeth. Even though the common people were very excited after being kicked for several years, seeing him like this, they couldn't let go of their anger. Lin Yan sighed and shook her head: "It's a pity that the current scene still seems too harmonious!" "So, we can also put some pressure on him," Qi Ran said and gently pushed Lin Yan away. In two steps, he raised his SLR camera, turned on the flash mode, pointed it at Director Zhu and took a snap shot. The villagers felt strange and looked this way one after another. The flash was dazzling, and several officials were first shocked and then angry: In 2009, smartphones were not very popular in the mainland, and these left-behind villagers did not have the habit of taking photos casually, so no one of the so many people just took random photos. Qi Ran was holding a huge SLR camera, and the flash flashed again. Standing in the crowd, he was as bright as a firefly in the dark night sky. Qi Ran didn¡¯t look like a villager. Zhu Quanyou was still wondering where this half-grown young man came from, but Yang Yantai was already furious. This guy had long been the boss of the secretary in the new district and was used to being the second boss. Feeling that his official authority was being challenged, he didn't even report to Director Zhu. He immediately called a few police officers, forced his way through the crowd, and walked towards Qi Ran in a menacing manner. The villagers were old and young. Many of them didn¡¯t realize what was going on. They didn¡¯t have time to get out of the way. They were pushed a few times by the police, and the crowd began to commotion. Jingjing's grandma was among them. The old man had a good impression of Qi Ran. At this moment, he deliberately stopped in front of Yang Yantai and shouted to the back: "Little brother, run away, be careful!" The second-rate co-police officer was too eager in front of the director. When he heard this, he reached out his hand in front of him and tried to pull Grandma Jingjing away. The old man struggled hard, exerting force on both sides at the same time, and somehow he fell on his butt. When Jingjing saw her grandma fall, she opened her mouth and burst into tears. This stirred up a hornet's nest. The villagers were already agitated and were finally coaxed by Zhu Quanyou. Now the old man fell down and the child cried. The crowd exploded like a cannon. Several angry young men immediately pushed and pushed with the police. He started pushing and soon started moving his fists. Outside the crowd, Director Zhu was about to cry but had no tears. He worked hard to coax the villagers by giving him soup, but why did the situation suddenly change in the blink of an eye? You surnamed Yang are cheating! Not far away, the policemen who were idle and watching the excitement could no longer sit still. The chief himself was trapped by the villagers. How could he still go to work? Isn't it because the shoes are too big and you force the boss to ask for a pair of small shoes to put on your feet? Seeing the police officers surrounding them, Zhu Quanyou was so anxious that he was sweating: "Stop, stop it! Don't come over, I believe everyone is reasonable! Lao Zhang, the person who is greeting you! Director Yang, can you hear me?" ?¡± The crowd roared, and Yang Yantai did not respond. Only Zhang Minghan¡¯s strong voice said: ¡°Folks, listen to me, don¡¯t do anything!¡± Lao Zhang¡¯s prestige is indeed high. After shouting a few times, he personally took care of those impulsive people. The young man pulled back and the crowd gradually calmed down. At this time, Yang Yantai squeezed out in embarrassment. His police hat had fallen to nowhere, his clothes were torn apart, and his pants wereHis clothes and leather shoes were covered with footprints, and there was a bright red slap mark on his face. The instigator, Qi Xiaoran, hid behind the crowd and had fun. He took a lot of exciting photos, but this time, there was no flash. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!