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Volume 2: High School Career Chapter 90: Progress

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    Zheng Feiyu whispered his idea to Liu Yang, but received a disdainful sneer, and a cry of pain when he accidentally pulled a broken bone, "Count on them?" Liu Yang glanced sideways at the handcuffs on the heating pipe.  Da Mao on the other end said, "It's not like you didn't see that Er Mao was so frightened by that kid's dog that the rest of them are squatting in no corner at this moment. It's so late and I'm afraid they won't even return to the city."  Don't go" He glanced at Feng Ping who was concentrating with his eyes closed again, and lowered his already deep voice, "Only now do I realize that that kid didn't care about us at all and punctured the tire.  Just to prevent us from escaping Hey, it hurts me so much Maybe alerting the police is also his last resort. The folks from their hometown will definitely not attack us outsiders. Xiaofei, you have never experienced this kind of thing.  In this situation, the people who work in the police are all ruthless and nefarious masters. It's okay to know your father's name, but I'm afraid that if we meet that kind of ignorant bumpkin, he will beat us up without saying a word.  I¡¯m afraid I¡¯ll suffer a lot and won¡¯t be able to reason with you.¡± Zheng Feiyu was frightened by him, and after careful consideration, he decided to wait and see the situation before deciding on a countermeasure. He was about to discuss his ideas with Liu Yang when he saw him.  The door of the detention room was pushed open from the outside, and the light of the fluorescent lamp shone into the dark room, making Ren Changzhi's short and thick figure standing at the door appear much taller.  Ren Changzhi took two steps forward. When his eyes adjusted to the light in the room, he casually looked at the people squatting or sitting, and pointed to Feng Ping in the corner. The joint defender behind him understood and walked up to help him.  After taking off the handcuffs, "Come out!" Feng Ping walked out of the door with a low eyebrow and went to the interrogation room separated by a wall to record his confession. The co-police officer had just written down Feng Ping's name, age, place of origin and other personal information in the notebook, and he was thinking  As soon as he moved, "Feng Ping, Feng~ Ping, why is this name so familiar?" His eyelids suddenly twitched, "Feng Ping from South Street?" Feng Ping knew why he asked knowingly, and looked up at him, "Do you know me?" Age  The young police officer's eyelids twitched again, and he looked at the other person carefully. He saw that he was only 16 or 7 years old, and his face was still childish. However, his expression and eyes were so calm and calm that people did not dare to underestimate him. He thought to himself: "So it turns out that  It's this evil star, no wonder he looks so nonchalant" His deliberately stern face suddenly changed to a slightly flattering expression, "Feng Jian is your cousin, right?" Feng Ping nodded and listened to him.  She introduced herself skillfully: "My name is Zhao Wei. I am good friends with Feng Jian. We are not outsiders. I will mention your relationship with Xiao Jian to the leader later and ask him to take more care of you." Although Feng Ping knew that the security department  The person and the second brother Shantou were not at odds, and the friendship could only be a nod at most. However, he took the initiative to show his kindness and could not appear too distant. He casually called Brother Zhao and described the incident in detail, only skipping the cause of the incident.  Not to mention the process of helping Zhao Meng, Zheng Lao Er and others.  Zhao Wei quickly helped Feng Ping record his confession and poured him a glass of boiled water before going to the unit chief's office to report to his superior. You can't blame him for his soft bones. He was nominally a non-staff assistant police officer of the Public Security Bureau. To be honest, he was a temporary worker.  Even if he puts on the police uniform, he still looks like a human being. Once he takes off his clothes, not to mention that the bureau leaders can't recognize who he is, even if he goes to the street and sees a big guy like Li Hongwei, he still has to take the initiative to offer a cigarette.  Say hello, people won¡¯t take him for granted, wearing a tiger skin with no epaulettes and no police rank - since the last time he killed North Street gangster Zhang Shengjun with one against four with his bare hands, the name "Crazy Tiger" has changed.  The number created a fierce reputation in the minds of the young people in the county. Even though it was just their first meeting, they knew that the master in front of him who took human life seriously was not something that a small police officer like him could control.  He walked to the door of the unit chief's office at the other end of the corridor and knocked on the door. Hearing the sound of shuffling cards inside, Zhao Wei pushed the door open and went around to Ren Changzhi, who was sitting in front of the door.  The interrogation transcript was handed over.  Ren Changzhi took it casually, and while flipping through it, he touched the cards with his other hand, "One plays 12 Do you think he is Stallone?" He threw the transcript into Zhao Chuan's hand, "It's full of nonsense, go ahead.  Examine him carefully, and use some means to him if he is not honest. "Zhao Wei looked embarrassed and leaned over to whisper a few words to him. Ren Changzhi grabbed a mahjong card with his right hand and looked sideways as he was about to play.  He frowned and muttered: "Feng Jian's brother? Is he the one who killed someone last time?" The other three full-time policemen were stunned when they heard this, and the movements of their hands involuntarily slowed down, holding their breath and keeping quiet so as not to disturb the leader.  Zhao Wei nodded, and Ren Changzhi thought for a while, "Let's let it dry for a while, go and interrogate the other group, find out the cause of the conflict, and call Feng Jian in two hours to inform him of the calculation."  Although I don¡¯t have much trouble dealing with the people on the same road as Wu Mengqi, I can still show some understanding on the surface, and the amount of the fine can be appropriately relaxed. As the saying goes, things are changing, and you may have to ask someone for something one day.  Just ask the sedan chair people to carry people, hello, me, hello everyone, as for "?"Tiger" or something like that. As a middle-level cadre of the county bureau, he will naturally not regard it as a great role. "Okay, I understand. Team Wang is interested. I will thank you another day."  "Feng Jian clamped the receiver to his ear, wrote the word "Íõ" with a pen on a small notebook that he never left behind, and wrote the time on the back. He hung up Wang Pingjun's call, put the pen and notebook into his pocket, and raised his head.  He looked at the quartz clock on the wall and said to his wife, who was sitting on the sofa next to her watching TV: "It's time, I'll pick up the leader. If you feel sleepy, go to bed first."  Ye Fanghua stared at the TV and hummed indifferently. When Feng Jian closed the bedroom door, he sighed with a hint of resentment. Feng Jian parked the jeep at the entrance of Minghe Hotel and waited patiently for more than ten minutes.  Seeing Wu Mengqi and Deputy Secretary of the County Political and Legal Affairs Committee Yang holding out their arms, they got out of the car and took a few steps to meet them. They took the bags from the hands of the two leaders and opened the door for them while listening to the two men talking in the back seat without saying a word.  He drunkenly joked in a low voice and drove Deputy Secretary Yang back home. After Wu Mengqi shook hands with him again, said goodbye and got into the car, he asked the leader in a low voice: "Where are you going?  " Wu Mengqi drank nearly a kilogram of liquor, which was almost enough. In addition, he had a pleasant conversation with Secretary Yang, who had received the exact news of the reform in the coming year. He felt very comfortable. He only thought about it briefly and answered: "Go to the Trade Street.  "Feng Jian turned the steering wheel as he said, and the car turned around on the spot, turned onto Mingyang New Road and drove south. He heard the leader habitually tapping the car window with his fingers again. Knowing that he was in a good mood, he used as concise language as possible to explain.  When Feng Ping told the story about the fight with the outsiders, Wu Mengqi chuckled and said, "This little cousin of yours is really a troublemaker. How can I live in peace for three months?"  With Lao Zhao watching over you, are you still worried that he might suffer a loss when he comes to the office?  " Feng Jian smiled in cooperation, "Zhao Institute is very busy right now. I heard that this afternoon they raided a video parlor where pornographic movies were played, and arrested dozens of people, filling the entire institute.  , when they received the call to report the crime, they pushed the matter to the bureau. Those boys were drinking tea in the office of the Public Security Department.  " Wu Mengqi said "Oh" with some interest, and leaned forward, "Why is it all about Lao Ren?  " "The other party has a lot of background. One of the leaders is the son of the boss of Zhaodu Steel Plant" Wu Mengqi laughed and cursed "weird", then leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to rest until the car was sorted at the Agricultural Bank of China Commercial Street.  He stopped in front of the family building behind the office, opened his eyes and said, "Just wait and see what happens" He waved his hand to prevent Feng Jian from getting out of the car to see him off, and took out his own key and opened the door.  At the door of the building upstairs, Wu Mengqi stood with one hand on the wall and stood at the door to change his shoes. Hearing the noise, the owner of the room turned sideways from the couch facing the door and looked over. Seeing that his face was full of drunkenness, he couldn't help complaining in a concerned tone: "How many people are there in a blink of an eye?"  Yue can't see anyone, so I thought you'd find a young and beautiful sweetheart somewhere - why did you drink so much?  " "In special times, we must pay attention to the impact.  "Wu Mengqi walked into the living room, habitually put his handbag on the TV cabinet under the wall, and sat down next to Han Feng'e. "I just had dinner with Lao Yang from the Political and Legal Committee. I drank a few more glasses. I made him a cup of strong tea to sober up.  ?  " "Drinking strong tea at night is bad for the stomach. I have told you so many times that you need to change this bad habit. I will cook you some noodles.  "Han Feng'e gathered her thick cotton nightgown and stood up, but her arm was held by Wu Mengqi, "You still don't feel hungry now, come and talk with me.  " "Speak just speak, where are your thief hands groping?  "Han Feng'e was pulled unsteadily by Wu Mengqi, and she fell on his lap. She cursed, but did not mean to stop him. Instead, she raised her fat buttocks in cooperation, so that the man's hands could get under the nightgown and lean down.  She lowered her plump and voluptuous body to kiss him. After a while, the feeling came over. She twisted her body with a peach blossom face. In front of her subordinates, a smart, decisive and resolute strong woman rarely showed her childlike attitude, "Don't stay in the living room, it's cold.  ¡­¡± ¡­¡­¡­ ¡°Old Zheng, doesn¡¯t Xiaofei have no class tomorrow? Why hasn¡¯t he come back yet?  "The voice of Zhao Yali, deputy director of the Zhaodu Iron and Steel Plant Affiliated Hospital, came from the living room. Hearing the sound, Zheng Donglai raised his head from behind the desk, frowning thickly, took the watch on his right hand and looked at the time, "It's still time.  It's less than 8 o'clock. When did that bastard boy come back so early?  Maybe he was fooling around with those gang of friends again.  " Zhao Yali stood in front of the mirror, twisting her body left and right to carefully look at the new coat she bought today, "I went out in the early morning and didn't come back at noon. This child is learning more and more wildly. As a father, you don't care about him.  !  ¡± Through the half-open door, Zheng Dong looked at his wife who was looking forward to her contentment in the living room. He had to admit that she had quite good taste. This short coat and the newly permed hairstyle made her look several years younger than her actual age.  Years old, if you deliberately ignore the growing swimming ring between her waist and abdomen (To be continued.)?Search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)
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