A week later...

On this day, the clouds are crisp and the wind is beautiful.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, in the large meeting hall of the provincial government's yamen, a meeting that seemed to be very important was being prepared.

All regions, prefectures and counties, cottages and subordinate units, all participants who have been notified in advance have arrived early.

Leng Pengcheng, the official of the feudal territory, used his self-esteem as always, and was sitting on the throne of tiger skin, which belonged to him alone.

After taking a sip of the top-level red robe first, Leng Pengcheng cleared his throat again before he said very seriously:

"It's all here, let's start now, today's topic is very important, I hope everyone will take notes. ”

As soon as Leng Pengcheng said this, there was a burst of rustling of paper and pen in the originally quiet council room.

Many people have even recorded this opening sentence word for word.

After looking around at everyone, Leng Pengcheng said again:

"Let's discuss today, how to increase the work of serving the imperial court, for the people in my jurisdiction, and doing practical things, the work of this city, or rely on everyone to work together and spare no effort to complete the drop..."

Having said that, Leng Pengcheng looked around again, and suddenly stopped, and everyone was suddenly a little surprised.

Under normal circumstances, as long as this local feudal official starts nagging, he can't stop at all for an hour or two.

Why did it just start today and stop?

However, he is 7,000 years old, and even if he does not speak, everyone must be respectful and silent.

Those present here are all the backbone of his cronies who have been personally brought up by him over the years.

After taking another sip of water, and after looking left and right again, Leng Pengcheng asked matter-of-factly:

"Well, why didn't you see Zhang Guoqiang?"

Only then did the crowd wake up.

Oh, it turns out that our hardcore fan of the cold shopkeeper, the God of Wealth and the history of politics in this port, he hasn't come yet.

So, the crowd began to look for each other.

At this time, seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, Zhang Guoqiang's new secret, which had only been newly configured a few days ago, hurriedly stood up and replied:

"Master Zhang doesn't seem to be coming to work today..."

"This bastard, where did you run around during work hours?" Leng Pengcheng asked Zhang Guoqiang's new secret with a cold face.

"I don't know, when I went to work in the morning, I saw his driver coming from an empty car. ”

So, at this moment, in the name of a deputy political history, Huang Bo, who was sitting next to Leng Pengcheng, also looked at Zhang Guoqiang's new secretary and asked:

"Did you go to his office to have a look, could it be that he was too busy to come home yesterday and slept in the office?"

"Master Zhang's office, I have already gone to look for it, there is no one, and there is no trace of overnight stays," Zhang Guoqiang's new secretary hurriedly replied.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Leng Pengcheng said coldly with a straight face.

"I thought you knew," looking at this majestic shopkeeper, Zhang Guoqiang's new secret, he was a little frightened.

"There are so many people in the provincial government, do I need to know their whereabouts? I am the big shopkeeper, not your nanny uncle!" At this time, Leng Pengcheng looked angry, and he slapped the table heavily.

Seeing this, Huang Bo hurriedly stretched out his hand, patted Leng Pengcheng's leg lightly under the table, and signaled him to be calm, to stay calm, and to maintain the image of Big Brother.

In fact, it has long been common for these local officials to be absent from the parliament without asking for leave, and there is no need to make a fuss.

"Then you go out quickly, contact Zhang Guoqiang quickly, and ask him to come to the council quickly," Huang Bo turned his head to look at Zhang Guoqiang's new secretary again, and said in a harmonious voice.

Zhang Guoqiang's new secretary, after agreeing, hurriedly turned around and left the council field.

At the same time, everyone found that the demeanor of the shopkeeper Leng Da seemed to be a little abnormal today, and they couldn't help but look at each other, and no one dared to gnaw anymore.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Guoqiang's secretary returned.

He had a bitter face, and didn't dare to look at Leng Pengcheng's eyes, but after glancing at Huang Bo, he cautiously opened his mouth: "Lord Zhang's phone has been connected, but no one has answered." ”

Huang Bo looked at Leng Pengcheng, seemed to think about it for a while, and said to Zhang Guoqiang's secretary: "Call him at home again." ”

"It's already been beaten, and Master Zhang's lover said that he hasn't been home for two days," the secretary replied scratching his head again.

Inexplicably, suddenly like a yin wind, it blew into the council hall, and everyone felt a slight numbness in their scalps.

Recently, in this provincial government compound, it is not very peaceful.

The original secretary of the powerful person of Zhang Guo was mysteriously taken away by God a few days ago, and it was directly the criminal department corps who came to take people that day.

Seeing that Leng Pengcheng suddenly changed color today, and Zhang Guoqiang's strong people were inexplicably unable to attend the meeting, everyone was shocked again at this time, and there was an ominous omen, which immediately surged into everyone's hearts:

Our God of Wealth, the powerful people of Zhang Guo don't have an accident, right?

So, everyone secretly prayed tacitly at this time that nothing could happen, nothing could happen...

If something happens to him again, this piece of sky will really be poked out of a big hole!

Seeing that everyone was suddenly panicked, Leng Pengcheng returned to his normal calm heart, and after glancing at everyone, he said to Mo Baoquan's new secret:

"Go and call Zhang Guoqiang's driver over to me, hurry up!"

There was a new instruction from the big shopkeeper, and Zhang Guoqiang's new secretary, who was busy trotting all the way and went to the sedan chair class of the provincial government.

After a while, Zhang Guoqiang's exclusive driver came in a hurry.

"Where did Zhang Guoqiang go, do you know?" Looking at the panting driver, Huang Bo asked urgently.

After the driver calmed down for a moment, he glanced at Leng Pengcheng, who was looking down at the paperwork, and then replied softly: "Yesterday, I sent Master Zhang to Jiangdu,"

Although I felt that the atmosphere in this conference room was a little bad, the driver didn't seem to have any concerns.

"Jiang Du!" Leng Pengcheng frowned and repeated softly.

"What about after it is sent to Jiangdu?" Huang Bo was confused and continued to ask.

"After arriving, Master Zhang sent me back first..."The driver was a little hesitant this time.

"Let you come back alone first?" Huang Bo relied on his experience and intuition, and suddenly felt that the mountain rain was coming, and the wind was already full of buildings!

Everyone present suddenly became nervous, as if they were all pressed by a big stone.

What to shoot, what to come.

A premonition that something bad is happening!

The driver, who seemed to be very calm and calm at the moment, looked up at Leng Pengcheng and Huang Bo again, and said unhurriedly:

"Master Zhang ordered me to come back, so I could only obey the order, and Lord Zhang said that if there was a need, he would contact me by phone. ”

"Then after he came back, did he contact you?" Mo Baoquan, who had not spoken, was also anxious to ask.

"No, not yet," the driver replied honestly.

"Where did you send him to Jiangdu?" Leng Pengcheng asked with a gasp.

"A deserted suburb, by a big river and a small forest," the driver was also a little nervous when he was questioned.

"Did he tell you anything, or did he explain anything?" Leng Pengcheng asked again.

The driver seemed to recall for a moment before replying:

"When he was leaving, Lord Zhang's face and state were very bad, but he repeatedly emphasized that his whereabouts should be kept absolutely secret!"