Quan Xingguo wandered around for a morning, and after paying a deposit of 3,000 yuan and ordering two batches of mountain goods, he figured out where the building materials used for the maintenance of the Zhangjia Ancestral Hall came from.

He was very careful this morning, and the whole person's appearance was also very professional, the image of an authentic township nouveau riche, a straight suit, a bright tie, white hiking boots, and a slippery hair comb like a dog licking, a grocery wholesaler from Xiuwu, Linxian County, and Boss Guo of Xiuwu Chengguan Street personally introduced him, and there would be no problems with his identity.

Some of the things of the Zhang family are all in the chatter about business and business, Quan Xingguo inadvertently brought it out, and he will not say the second sentence if the listener answers the stubble, so he knocks on the side, takes great pains, and actually understands the maintenance of Funiu Town and the Zhangjia Ancestral Hall.

Funiu Town is really unusual, the residents surnamed Zhang account for nearly half, and they are all related to each other, worthy of the name of the big surname and big family.

This is not counting, the few large enterprises in the town are also controlled by the surname Zhang, so Quan Xingguo never imagined that such a small mountain town with a population of less than 10,000 yuan, there are as many as five township enterprises with an annual output value of more than 100 million yuan, and the largest one has an output value of more than 500 million, which is unbelievable, and these enterprises without exception have cooperatives with the background of the town government to participate in and hold shares.

Originally, Quan Xingguo thought that the three major functional institutions in the town also had a large number of cadres surnamed Zhang, but the situation was completely opposite, the mayor and deputy mayor of the town were not surnamed Zhang, and even the secretary of the town party committee was not surnamed Zhang, but Niu Qimeng, only the number one of the town's people's congress was called Zhang Shuigen, who was a sick man who had to cough for a minute after walking a short distance, and he was about to retire after a year, so it can be said that the number one leader of the main power organs in the town was not surnamed Zhang.

Quan Xingguo couldn't believe it, this was not in line with the actual situation, and the logic was far-fetched, but it seemed very reasonable, he was afraid that hearsay would be misled, so he pretended to wander around, and as a result, he casually glanced at the public notice board in the town hall of the town government, and the main administrative staff really rarely had the surname Zhang.

This time I really confused Quan Xingguo, the main rights and economic relations in the town are very simple on the surface, but they give him a rather complicated feeling, the person surnamed Zhang controls the main enterprises, but he has no achievements in politics, it is a very idealized political and business relationship, the ideal is a little unreal, is it really so?

The Zhang family seems to be very brainless, dedicated to making money, but politically does not require progress at all, and now even a singing star knows to mix with a representative of the National People's Congress to make political capital, these entrepreneurs surnamed Zhang are either bent on getting into the eyes of money, and have no time to take care of others, or their virtue and cultivation are too low, which restricts their political development and is difficult to drill.

If this is the case, it is a blessing for Funiu Town, but I am afraid that these people are all people who are glamorous and sanctimonious on the surface, so what terrible things will be covered up by such an appearance? Quan Xingguo was suddenly startled, and his heart suddenly became unsteady.

Quan Xingguo hurriedly glanced at the Xingda building materials store on the side of the road, and walked away quickly without making any stops. Most of the materials used for the maintenance of the Zhang family ancestral hall come from Xingda, and the owner of this shop is surnamed Zhang, and he is also a root generation, named Zhang Xigen.

The workers stationed in the Zhang family ancestral hall are all from Xingda, not to mention it in detail, these people are naturally also surnamed Zhang, the above is already the limit of the news that Quan Xingguo can know, he is sure that if he has further demands, it will definitely be exposed.

But after Quan Xingguo returned to the small hotel, he was surprised to find that Tao Meng was gone, the tables and chairs in the room had not been moved, the luggage was intact, there was no sign of fighting, and a note was pressed under the bedside table, and he was shocked when he saw it, "Zhang Zhihui asked me to meet in Fengyitai in Zhenxi, and the situation is urgent." ”

Zhang Zhihui is the son of Zhang Jiugen, so it seems that he and Tao Meng's whereabouts and identities have already been exposed, but it is ridiculous that he is still deceiving himself and thinking that he is very cautious, maybe since the instructor broke into the Zhang family ancestral hall at night, the other party is thinking about how to prevent or even retaliate all the time, this time the risk of throwing himself into the net is extremely great, the instructor is most worried about this, and he also formulated a corresponding plan, but the other party's move so quickly was unexpected.

It's okay to cover it up, it's better to open it up, the dignified 'rangers' are still afraid of you bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods?

Quan Xingguo was arrogant, quickly packed up his weapons and equipment, and then concisely edited a message button to send to the instructor about the situation in Funiu Town, but unexpectedly failed to send, Quan Xingguo scolded himself for being a pig, he should have thought of checking the mobile phone signal, but the other party unknowingly blocked the signal near the small hotel.

After saving the information, Quan Xingguo rushed downstairs quickly, and was going to ask the bar when Tao Meng would go out, but thinking that the other party didn't know how many dark whistles were staring at him, he simply strode out directly.

Out of the store to the right is the road leading to the west of the town, Quan Xingguo suddenly slowed down, bought a pack of cigarettes in a small store on the street, took the opportunity to pay to check the mobile phone, the signal was full, after sending a message to the instructor, he sent a message to the predetermined number as agreed, and then lit a cigarette and went out.

The shopkeeper was cute and cute, but the smile on his face was as cold as a poisonous snake hiding in the shadows, and Kwon Heung-kook let out a long puff of smoke and paced away with a smile.

Twenty-five kilometers northwest of Funiu Town is Zhangjiaji, is a mountain town that is more than half smaller than Funiu Town, it is not an independent administrative town, it belongs to Hekou Township of Nanshan County, Xishan Province, but it is also densely populated, quite prosperous, half of it is stained with the light of Funiu Town, there are many shops on the small street that is not long, and it is very lively.

The instructor dressed as a mountain man squatted next to his motorcycle, his broken straw hat was obliquely buckled on his head wrapped in white cloth, enjoying the warm afternoon sun, his hands full of calluses and cracks were clumsily fiddling with a broken mobile phone, occasionally showing a lewd smile, showing out the brown and smoky teeth, he had just received the report from Quan Xingguo, but the dark and vicissitudes of life on his face were not shocked, and his seemingly trembling fingers were moving, and he quickly typed down a line of words.

"Gu Jian, report your location. ”

"Ten kilometers west of the town of Funiu. ”

"Immediately rush to Fengyitai in the western suburbs of Funiu Town, and the Quanxing Congress will contact you. ”

After receiving a positive reply, the instructor sent another message, "Xu Wen, how are you doing there?"

"Damn, it's been two days, the map is wrong, right?"

"Patient, meticulous, and bold. ”

The instructor turned off the screen, squeezed the mobile phone with both hands, and then carefully took it into his arms, stood up and stretched beautifully, stepped on the motorcycle, hummed an unknown country tune in his mouth, and slowly rode away.