"Xiong Jiulong, Director Xiong, what do you mean? Is your old boy in cahoots with Wang Liangkun, or do you want to go through the back door for him?" Wu Jiang's face was slightly red, panting, and his fingers slowly raised.

This table of dishes exudes a strong fragrance, and after a busy day, it is still good to fight the tooth sacrifice, but these brothers are considered to be in love, and as soon as they sat down, they began to fight for wine, and the big plates were full one by one, and they basically didn't move much.

Ding Fan was very happy, grabbed the burnt and browned peanuts with his hands, slowly threw them into his mouth, and took a sip of wine from time to time.

Seeing that Wu Jiang was a little anxious, and even suspected that Xiong Jiulong wanted to play with some moths, Ding Fan didn't squeak, leaned on the back of the chair and looked at them quietly.

"It's definitely fun for two uncle-level people to quarrel, I want to see if you are a good policeman, or if you show off your talents, you can't fight anyway. Not only was he not in a hurry, but he felt that it was a very fun thing.

Now Wu Jiang is worried that Xiong Jiulong's position on this matter is unstable and he will easily be unable to stand the sugar-coated shells, but Ding Fan has long seen Director Xiong's true colors since the incident at the Beishan Hotel last time: in order to clear the grievances of his brothers, he is a leader who can shed tears in public, and he is also a reconnaissance battalion commander, so his character is naturally not bad.

At this moment, a middle-aged man outside pushed the door in, looked at Wu Jiang with a mysterious face, Wu Jiang hesitated a little, and then made sure that the other party had something to do with himself, so he hesitated and walked out.

Xiong Jiulong watched his back leave, looked at Ding Fan and Fan Qiang's faces twice with puzzled eyes, and said a little uncomfortably:

"What? Lao Wu wouldn't be suspicious of me, would I, I, I'm fine, after all, this is to arrest two groups of people? You haven't been a leader, if you do, you'll know how much pressure you have......

He originally wanted to say that it was not easy for him, but the chopsticks that Fan Qiang raised slowly put down, as if he remembered something, glanced at Ding Fan, and said with some sadness:

"Now I understand, you are not only a student of my teacher Liu Dameng, but also an apprentice of Kan Liang Kan's brigade, you, you, Kan brigade, do you know why we often play chess together and drink tea together, we will not fool the leader, alas, ......"

At first, Ding Fan didn't understand why he talked about this inexplicably, but after savoring it, he seemed to guess eight out of ten from his angry eyes, Platoon Commander Fan regretted it, and he didn't expect that his own people were involved in this complicated case, and the area involved was so big, and the public security department was slow to come down.

According to the situation that Xiong Jiulong just said, if that is the case, he may still be punished.

Just imagine, if Wang Liangkun can't be caught, and that guy bites back, just by virtue of the security guards everywhere who were beaten, if people go to the army to complain, Fan Qiang will inevitably get into trouble.

The point is that Wu Jiang is gone now, what will Xiong Jiulong think?

"This old Wu, maybe he slipped away, he used to report on the big city, and the things in the mountains are troublesome, I'm afraid that Wang Liangkun has deep roots......" Xiong Jiulong looked at the chair where Wu Jiang had sit, thinking endlessly.

Although these people have a sense of intimacy at first sight, after all, they don't have a deep relationship, they have police, memoralists and soldiers, and they will each consider their own interests, and they will naturally find a way when they encounter trouble.

If Wu Jiang hadn't run away, he might also have filed a complaint and made further secret investigations, which would be unfavorable to Xiong Jiulong, after all, he is now the person in charge of this work.

At this moment, Wu Jiang stood in front of the long-distance telephone in the dim light, looked back at the empty room, he knew that the attendant went outside with interest, and then he was relieved to talk to Sun Chaoyang of the provincial department on the phone.

Sun Chaoyang already knew the basic situation of this case, so his attitude was quite gentle when he reported his home, and even opened the conversation with a humorous paragraph:

"Mr. Wu, I usually like your articles, at the beginning of the year, after your investigation in the public security organs, you wrote an article "The spear is not sharp, the shield is wrong?", the content is how the people's police use weapons, how to better subdue violent crimes, theoretical exploration, counting this one, I should have collected more than 50 articles from you, and I also wrote to you under the pseudonym of olive green......"

Look, this self-reporting method is that Ding Fan, a clever ghost, listens to it, and it is also convincing.

Director Sun not only knew Wu Jiang, but also cut out the articles he published in the magazine one by one, pasted them, and studied them repeatedly!

"Ah, really? I have the impression of the pen name Olive Green, the questions you discussed in the letter are very professional, so what do I have to say? I wonder if you can do it?" Wu Jiang's slightly red face became more excited.

Don't look at the fact that he drank a lot of wine, this person has the style and characteristics of a literati in terms of work and Zhou Ping of the regional daily, and fully carries forward the glorious tradition of Mr. Li Bai's drunken thoughts, the more slightly drunk, the clearer his thinking.

He recounted what had happened and made several suggestions for the reference of the provincial authorities.

Don't look at Sun Chaoyang's admiration for his literary character, but when it comes to the specific and tricky work, he is still very serious, listening slowly, quickly remembering it in his notebook, and after writing down two full pages, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Mr. Wu, I've written them down, there are four or five in total, some of them I can call the shots, and some of them need to be reported to the leadership of the hall immediately, by the way, you said that there is a policeman named Ding Huan in the case, can you say more detailed about his performance?"

Director Sun, that is, the Director Sun who met Ding Fan at the beginning, intentionally or unintentionally raised "Ding Huan", or because he had always had a premonition that this person should have some special fate with him, he asked him directly.

Wu Jiang often interviews the political and legal system, and the public security organs have no less contact, after seeing Ding Fan, he has long been infected by his chivalrous feelings, thinking of him, and immediately thinking of Ding Fan and that female colleague, the two of them are weak and weak, and they have the strength to not admit defeat, challenging the world, challenging the evil forces, challenging all the impossible, and directly overthrowing Wang Liangkun, the scum......

"Director Sun, did you hear it wrong? His name is Ding Fan, and he speaks with a Yanjing accent, but it sounds very comfortable, this case, I'm just going to give him a hand, do you know......

Wu Jiang burped heavily when he said that he was excited, and pretended to be deep and said: "This is really a difficult book, you really reminded me, he can write a long report, I will write it as soon as I hang up the phone, and find a way to fax it to the newspaper office tomorrow morning." Ding Fan's story, leave you a sense of mystery, and then you can read the newspaper. ”

Then, Wu Jiang burped a few more times, shook his body slightly, looked at the vast starry sky outside, and said poetically into the microphone:

"Xiao Sun, I've been engaged in investigative reporting for many years, and I used to be lonely, but I didn't expect to meet so many buddies at once this time, Ding Fan, Lao Xiong, and Xiao Fan, we are called a concerted effort, tacit cooperation, a few glances over, and successfully won the criminals ......"

The tavern, the owner Ma Zhuang was busy in the kitchen, the roaring firewood illuminated his excited face, with a few sizzling sesame oil into the pot, he neatly sprinkled some delicate coriander into the pot, and then took the pot and brought in a large plate of stewed catfish.

His attitude was interesting: he had to get to know a few legends who had caused a stir in the Batu Forestry Bureau, and that he had to eat at his own home.

Fan Qiang complained slightly drunk and said that he didn't know what punishment he would take tomorrow!

Ma Long happily told him that the people are as simple as him, and if he does a good job today, he is a hero, and what will happen tomorrow, people don't care so far.

Of course, the above is the approximate meaning, Ma Zhuang has another reason, that is, Ding Fan has been living in Lao Niu's house, Lao Niu is his cousin, and the landlord and the tenant have been getting along for several days, so it is also fate.

When Wu Jiang entered the door, it was like a spring breeze, but the moment he lifted the curtain, he glanced down at Xiong Jiulong, as if he remembered something, and his face immediately returned to his original state.

"As I expected, this matter must be troublesome, but what kind of person is Wujiang! Now the whole country respects thoughtful intellectuals, and on the surface he is a journalist, but to a certain extent, he is a leader of the provincial party committee and government, a think tank, and he will ...... in the future."

Ding Fan secretly thought to himself, almost all saw the future of Wu Jiang, which would be a very powerful figure in both academia and politics.

Since he pulled down his face, it means that there is something that cannot be said, and Ding Fan naturally understands this.

Now the meals on the table, although they are not rich, but they are definitely distinctive, they are all pure green local dishes, but the people at this table are not very spiritual, Xiong Jiulong slowly pinched the teacup, and looked heavy;

Fan Qiang lowered his head, his gaze and the tall wine glass formed a straight line, as if he was competing with the world, always feeling very unconvinced, but mixed with a lot of helplessness.

Ding Fan put a few peanuts into his mouth, shook his chopsticks, and came out with a very interesting show: "Uncle, Director, Brother Fan, you have all lived in the local area for a long time, and you know a lot of things, but I am far behind, and I don't understand a lot of folk customs, how to solve the case in the future, uncle, you are well-informed, tell me about this fish......"

This is a catfish submerged in thick soup and green onions, ginger and garlic coriander, with a healthy body and a pale complexion, at first glance it is a green river fish that grows in the fine sand of the river, Wu Jiang looked away from Ding Fan's face, looking at this fish, it seems that which sensible child suddenly revealed the secret he is best at, and immediately became interested:

"Look, this fish mouth is upturned, which means that it doesn't eat omnivorous, it definitely grew up in the river, this one......"

"Old Wu, come on, this is for you, you can see how you want to drink?" Xiong Jiulong now cares about Wu Jiang's attitude very much, seeing that he talks about folk customs, he raises his chopsticks and gently puts the fish eyes on the plate.

Wu Jiangmei smiled and said, "Xiong, don't say it! You really know something, give me the fish eye! This is called looking at me, I'll take a sip first." Then, he picked up his glass and took a sip.

Ding Fan saw that the interest of these old guys was raised, and his face continued to be silent, even like a middle school student who likes to study, pointing to the slender body of the catfish, and asked curiously: "Uncle, Xiong, how can this backbone be exquisite?"

Wu Jiang was stunned, rolled his eyes, glanced at Ding Fan and Fan Qiang, and said humorously and vividly:

"Backbone! Of course, it's for young people, you two, if Batu's matter is handled well, you two will be fine, if the attitude is unclear, one will use the force privately, and the other will be nosy on a business trip, what are you doing?

"Old Wu, you just clamp it up, I turn the fish over, isn't there a backbone on that side? The meat on both sides is the same. Xiong Jiulong looked at him, and secretly sighed in his heart, such two young men, it is not clear whether they are a blessing or a curse now, and immediately said in a round field.

"Xiong, look at it, you're wrong again, this is called rowing, not turning over, people living by the river don't say it, it's unlucky......" Wu Jiang glared at him angrily and corrected.

Because of this fish, they drank an extra bottle of liquor, and Ding Fan found a few more fun games, but they didn't notice that he glanced at the door from time to time, as if waiting for some news to arrive.