"Yes, it's Director Zhou, it's at the department level, it's right to be called a leader, director, this is ......" Liu Daming corrected his recklessness and straightforwardness, shook his head, and introduced Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping gracefully lifted his glasses, looked up at Ding Fan a few times, and said in a deep tone: "Xiao Ding, Ding Fan, is it you?"

Ding Fan found that he was speaking very slowly, and the tone of a pure literati was pure, so he nodded lightly and said: "Leader, it's me, the leader of Daming, you accompany the director to order, I'll go and see how the dishes are,

Director, many of our cases were handled by Da Ming, and he is a famous king of two guns, not only with a belt on his belt, but also a gun on his legs, have you heard of it? I dare to guarantee that he is a fierce police officer in the Xing'anling area. ”

As he spoke, he turned sideways to make way for Liu Daming, told him to sit down with the leader, and urged the vegetables to go by himself.

"What a two-gun king, a fierce detective, didn't I just come for this series of cases? Xiao Ding, what kind of food are you urging, the most delicious tiger dishes in this place are not as exciting as your story, isn't this fried peanuts with salt? Let's talk while eating first. ”

Zhou Ping's eyes that were perceptive to everything looked at them through the lenses of his glasses and said.

Liu Daming found that this Zhou Ping was well versed in world affairs and knew a lot about the situation at the grassroots level, and he was going to have an in-depth interview as soon as he met, so he immediately touted it and said:

"Yes, yes, let's talk about the case first, since I entered the Xinglong mine single-handedly, it has been more than half a month, many details are really afraid to forget, the director is not a radish strip tofu block, which is a long in-depth report, you must know the most exciting story......"

The two of them insisted so much, although Ding Fan was a little reluctant in his heart, he could only sit down and chat while eating, fortunately, the table dishes in the Northeast were good, peanuts, rice, salted fish, dried garlic, and pickled celery leaves, which tasted very delicious.

As soon as he heard in the newspaper office that the case of the Tacheng Railway policeman had also come to light, he immediately started to shoot the case, and his colleagues looked at him in shock and encouraged him to take action.

While they were talking, Lao Yin's hand-made dried tofu with sharp peppers, roasted donkey skin with garlic, and two others came up.

Liu Daming was holding the dishes for Zhou Ping, while telling the story here, telling the foaming star in turn, the foaming star jumped on Zhou Ping's face, seeing him wipe his face, he hurriedly flashed back, smiled, but his expression was serious and said:

"Teacher Zhou, our work is quite similar, you are a news warrior, I am an investigator, when we study these intricate cases, it is a war of words, fighting, colliding ideas, and slowly sparks, right, Ding Fan? ”

This interview has always been conducted in a deformed atmosphere, Liu Daming said a lot of achievements as his own, especially what Ding Fan did, basically said that he was himself, sometimes while Zhou Ping bowed his head and quickly wrote something, he hurriedly gave Ding Fan a look, there was forced pressure from the old qualifications in his eyes, and occasionally there was "This kind of thing has to be said like this, I am the results of the county bureau, it has to be mine." ”

"Yes, yes, director, Detective Daming caught Bai Yi at that time, he was the guy who had been committing murder and chaos here for several years, it was amazing, he picked up the shotgun and hit it quickly, the muzzle of the gun flew past Daming's head, Daming's hair was blown straight, and as a result, a fatal gun rang out, and Lao Bai was shot in the chest,

Then the pupils became smaller, and slowly became the size of a needle's eye, and it was estimated that the dead ghost was wondering which detective wanted his life. Ding Fan stuffed peanuts into his mouth and said with a serious expression.

He doesn't want to be famous, don't look at the age of others, he has long known the truth that people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong.

If he becomes a hero in a daze now, even if Kan Liang doesn't clean him up when he returns to Jinshan, he will die uncomfortably.

"Amazing, too powerful, before I came to the newspaper preliminarily decided to give me half of the page to send this article, I think, it's definitely not enough, by the way, Daming, let's just drink this? Also, can you find a few more real people,

It's always the two of you, the material seems lonely, this good article needs to be described from different aspects, there are ideas from the top, and there are backbone personnel like you to tell, just like Comrade Ding Fan said how good, the gun of justice went off, and the bad guys unwillingly closed their eyes of sin......" Zhou Ping held the oil pen in his hand and said in deep thought.

Liu Daming and Ding Fan both understood that people need wine to cheer up, and after a few glasses of fine wine, inspiration will blow out, and the articles they write will be exciting...... Love, only then can there be philosophical speculation!

"Look at it, it's all my fault, I'm thinking about the case every day, and I want to talk about it when I think about it, you guys talk first, I'll go back and get the wine, the alcohol content in this restaurant is too low......" Liu Daming said apologetically, and didn't forget to talk about his most dedicated character in the world.

When he left, Ding Fan lowered his head and ate a few peanuts, and when he picked up the teacup and wanted to drink, he suddenly found that Zhou Ping was looking at him meaningfully, his eyes were like a big boy who had hidden secrets in his heart for a long, long time, and asked Ding Fan tentatively, "Is it fun?"

"Director Zhou, this ......" Ding Fan pretended to be stunned and asked, but before he could finish speaking, Zhou Ping raised the teacup in his hand and hit the cup in his hand heavily, and said heartily:

"Ding Fan, you see how popular you are, not only do the people like you, but even your colleagues tell you in such detail, come, do it!"

Ding Fan secretly admired Zhou Ping in his heart that this guy could really bear it, and naturally smiled sincerely on his face: "Director, you are really a god, you have seen it so thoroughly, in fact, Da Ming has performed very well, what about an excellent investigator......"

"Excellent investigators, also in this private room close by, on behalf of the people, beat all the evil criminals in the face, and the white righteous who bullied men and women with a soft sword? Ding Fan, if he is an excellent investigator, what are you? You kid ......" Zhou Ping said in his mouth, and his expression became sacred.

It turned out that after he arrived here in a bus, wearing a sunhat and carrying an interview bag, he had been secretly interviewing in the mine for a long time, and went deep into the people to understand the situation.

His level and skills are no worse than the current Ding Fan, plus he understands the character of the locals, and he has written half a notebook of news materials about large and small landlords and white wolf series of crime groups, and then contacted the Beishan Hotel task force, saying that the official meeting was bumper, and Ma Longfei asked Liu Daming to come forward to receive him because he didn't know whether he was reporting on the positive or negative side.

Listening to the heavy and familiar footsteps outside, the two of them smiled knowingly, and their expressions immediately returned to the way they were just now.

Liu Daming was still carrying a person behind him, Ding Fan looked up and saw that it was his master Kan Liang, and immediately got up and introduced: "Director Zhou, this is my master Kan Liang, the leader of my participation in public security work......"

Kan Liang, an old policeman who is not used to seeing anyone in the usual days, saw Director Zhou, and naturally put his hand, suddenly clenched his fist, and then let go, touched his collar, and actually raised his hand, saluted Lao Zhou, and said timidly:

"Reporter Zhou, my name is Kan Liang, I like the poem you wrote, called 'You are the autumn outside my window', it is so good, so good. ”

Seeing him like this, Ding Fan was holding a sip of tea in his mouth, and he almost burst out laughing, if Kan Liang can do anything, he absolutely believes it, if he wants to say that this guy is a fan of literature and likes poetry, even if he kills him, he won't believe it.

"Oh, Officer Kan, I've always written in depth, and reportage ......," Zhou said frankly.

"Bang, ......" Kan Liang didn't move, his hot gaze moved away from his face, he looked at the wall next to him, one hand slowly raised, and he recited softly in a hoarse voice:

"Shedding tears is an inexplicable pain, and wandering is helpless nostalgia. Suddenly, a sonorous and powerful voice floated softly, and I slowly realized that you are the expectation of my dreams, you, you are the autumn outside my window......"

This is the most difficult and blunt poetry recitation Ding Fan has ever heard.

Kan Liang's beard was unkempt, his burnt teeth were not straight, and he was stained with a few broken vegetable leaves, and he desecrated the good poems alive.

But Zhou Ping's eyes slowly fell into a happy memory, looked at his intoxicated eyes, and waited for him to finish reciting before he said thoughtfully:

"This poem "Autumn Outside the Window" was written five or six years ago, that night, I stood at the window, looking at the crowd coming and going, thinking that I was over forty years old, doing nothing, often being scolded by the leaders in the unit, having colleagues who had access to me, and being afraid to go to the market for my meager salary and allowance......"

When Ding Fan asked them to do something, although they felt that their hearts were a little heavy, the distance between their hearts and minds was suddenly shortened, and they were thinking about whether to interview while drinking, Liu Daming lifted a large glass bottle from under the table, put the four cups in a row, poured the choking soju with a brush, watched the yellowed liquid pour it out, and said:

"This wine has been soaked for a long time, it tastes good enough, come! One cup per person, whoever doesn't dry it is a grandson." ”

Zhou Ping raised his wine glass and looked at the faces of the three of them, Liu Daming was fashionable, atmospheric, and loved face, Kan Liang's face was full of fierceness, but at this time he became a little embarrassed and cute, Ding Fan looked like a young man, handsome and sunny.

"No wine is not a feast, it's nice to meet you, there are heroes, there are poems like me, come ......" he slowly raised his glass.

Ding Fan held the wine glass, and suddenly smelled the taste of this wine a little familiar, not familiar with the end, but hit the taste of Chinese medicine intertwined in it, Zhou Ping took a big sip in his eyes, and was hesitating whether to drink it himself, Liu Daming reached out and pushed it up, forced the wine glass to his mouth, and said unhappily:

"It's done, it's done, you're not happy to interview me. ”

After taking a sip of it, Ding Fan felt a burst of fire... The spicy heat passed through the chamber, and the entire internal organs seemed to be on fire, and after the flash of fire, the mellow and strong smell of alcohol made people feel extremely excited.

He has only now learned the arrogance of the locals in drinking, and directly scolded people for drinking, and when he drank it, he took a big sip, and then saw Kan Liang put the empty wine glass on the table, his head was slightly lowered, and while wiping the wine on his mouth, he repeated his words in a low voice:

"Director Zhou, I will recite your autumn poem outside the window. ”