Feng Yiming squinted his eyes and looked at the high-flying Wang Yongqiang, this person left a deep impression on the children of the city No. 1 middle school back then, for so many years, the city No. 1 middle school will expel one or two black sheep almost every year, and the children of the city's leaders are not nothing, but like Wang Yongqiang's parents, the son was expelled and ran to the city No. 1 middle school to make a lot of noise, and it is very rare for the teachers of the city No. 1 middle school to be unable to attend classes normally. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Pulling Yu Fei, Feng Yiming quietly walked behind Wang Yongqiang, and couldn't help but think in his heart, the son of the deputy director of the Municipal Bureau was beaten down by a group of thugs on the street, not to mention any serious consequences, at least Ding Xiangzhong's face was lost, why did Wang Yongqiang dare to tear his face and do things so desperately, Feng Yiming thought that the news of Zhao Xin's departure from Qingping should have been widely circulated in the city.

Although it is largely for himself, but at the same time, he also pulled Zhao Xin, Ding Xiangzhong's handling of the city's No. 1 textile factory incident is very well received by ordinary cadres. But even if Huang An was offended to death, if there was no Ding Xiangzhong, Zhao Xin's bowing was almost a sure fact, Huang An was in Qingping City for 20 years, mean and unkind, and his temperament was not clear to outsiders, and the local cadres were clear in their hearts.

Although Zhao Xin has gone to Jianghe, but before he officially leaves, someone can't wait to deal with Ding Xiangzhong?

If it weren't for that phone call this morning, Feng Yiming might have dragged Yu Fei to take a detour, and this kind of thing would have brought unnecessary trouble to his family. But knowing that his father's old friend Zhang Changhe was about to parachute into Qingping, he couldn't ignore this matter.

Feng Yiming sighed, Zhang Changhe came to Qingping, and the most urgent need was to find cadres who could be trusted, had connections in Qingping, and at the same time could not be too low-level.

Father must have been counted to death, even if his father refused, Zhang Changhe and the Feng family have been in contact for so many years, although they have not met much, but the Zhang family has come to Qingping, this relationship will naturally not be airtight, at that time, Huang An will feel that his father will not throw himself into Zhang Changhe?

Ding Xiangzhong is naturally one, a deputy director of the Municipal Bureau, who can sit firmly in the position of deputy director of the Municipal Bureau, such a character Zhang Changhe certainly needs, and Ding Xiangzhong, who offended Huang An, can no longer maintain a neutral position, I am afraid that at this time he is wondering if he can rely on the new secretary.

Feng Yiming knew the bit of "literati style" in his father's bones, and thought to himself that since you are unwilling to take the initiative, you can only be a son and rush to the front. Feng Yiming sneered twice, if you want to make trouble, you have to make a big fuss, don't you make trouble An old fox like Ding Xiangzhong is willing to accept this favor?

"Wang Yongqiang, you bastard!"

Looking at Ding Jun with an angry face on his face, Wang Yongqiang involuntarily took a few steps back, and the thugs who caught up forced Ding Jun to the ground, holding a brick and preparing to smash his fingers.

Wang Yongqiang looked at the cigarette butt that fell to the ground, took out a cigarette and lit it, "I always have a soft heart, a soft heart......"

Suddenly, a polite question came from behind him: "Excuse me, Brother Yong, you are so good, does your father know?"

Wang Yongqiang turned his head, only to see the red bricks smashed head-on.

Looking at Brother Yong, who couldn't stop retreating with his nose covered, Feng Yiming rushed up and slapped another brick on the other party's head.

Wang Yongqiang, who was watching the thugs who were pressing Ding Jun, and finally "pounced" to the end, was all confused, where did this goods come from?

Feng Yiming couldn't take care of it at this time, if Ding Jun's fingers were really smashed and delayed the college entrance examination, this favor would have taken most of the time, and he yelled: "Brother!" Rushing into the crowd with his fist already on his fingers, Yu Fei picked up two bricks and followed behind with a bitter expression.

The gangsters looked at their employers and lay down, except for a few who were missing the eyes and thinking about the fact that the balance had not been paid off, everyone else scattered in a hurry, joking, everyone in the market knew that Brother Yong's Lao Tzu was the director of the construction committee, the real power figure in the city, no matter who knocked him down, the gangsters knew that if they were involved in this kind of thing, it would be the end of the chaos.

Feng Yiming helped Ding Jun up, looked at the blood stains on his left hand, his heart trembled, and he hurriedly asked, "Ding Jun, how about trying your hand?"

Ding Jun reacted at this time, tried to bend his fingers, turned his wrist a few times, and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay, it's not hurt." ”

Yu Fei looked at Wang Yongqiang, who was bleeding from the side, and was a little worried, "Do you want to send this guy to the hospital?"

Ding Jun kicked a few times and shook his head: "It's okay, you can't die." ”

Feng Yiming squatted down and opened Wang Yongqiang's hair, looked at it, and said, "It's okay, minor injuries, no stitches." ”

Ding Jun looked at Feng Yiming for a long time before he whispered: "His son is the director of the construction committee, and his mother is from Huangcun, do you know?"

Feng Yiming was stunned and shook his head.

At this time, the policemen from the surrounding police stations finally arrived late, and after a period of scramble, they sent Wang Yongqiang to the hospital, and then took Feng Yiming and Yu Fei back to the police station.

Feng Yiming, who was squatting in the small room, wanted not to make a big deal anymore, and it was best for his father and Ding Xiangzhong to come forward, so that on the one hand, there were enough favors to sell to the Ding family, and on the other hand, Ding Xiangzhong could be tied to Zhang Changhe's car more smoothly, and he thought back and forth in his mind for a long time, and finally gave up this idea.

Moreover, Wang Yongqiang's wife is from Huang Village, Huang Village, Huang Village, as the name suggests, most of the people in the village are surnamed Huang, and Huang An is from Huang Village. Even Ding Jun knew about this, and naturally there were many people in the city who knew about it.

Although today's incident could not have been arranged by Huang An, Wang Yongqiang's father, who was the director of the construction committee, but as soon as the incident came out, Ding Xiangzhong and Huang An tore their faces, and now Huang An's thinking and wronging are impossible. Today's matter, Huang An may not attach much importance to it in his heart, but the weight in Ding Xiang's center is different. After Ding Jun went to the third year of high school, Ding Xiangzhong went to the city No. 1 Middle School several times a month, and during the Chinese New Year this year, he gave gifts before the year, apprenticed after the year, and went to Feng's house twice, which shows the importance he attaches to his son's studies.

After more than half an hour, a small policeman took Feng Yiming and Yu Fei to the next room and began to question.

After the little policeman asked for his name and school, he couldn't help but scold: "Junior high school students are now starting to mix on the street, and they will take the high school entrance examination in ten days, you can't go to the No. 1 middle school in the city, you want to be a gangster, you have watched too many Hong Kong movies, and your brain is in water!"

Feng Yiming said slowly: "Uncle policeman, are we saving people?"

The little policeman slapped the table, "Save people, they have all sent people to the hospital, let me tell you, the person who was injured by you is not out of danger now, you weigh whether it is enough to enter the juvenile detention center!"

"Pull it down, you can't die if you don't send it to the hospital. Feng Yiming muttered quietly.

The little policeman sneered twice and asked, "When others fight, what are you doing when you go up, so kind-hearted, and brave in the face of righteousness?"

Yu Fei raised his head and said, "Is this a formal inquiry from you?"

The little policeman was stunned, there must be a record of the formal questioning, Yu Fei asked the point, the little policeman looked at Yu Fei suspiciously, got up and went out.