In essence, Feng Yiming is not a nosy person, he has been in the workplace for a long time in his previous life, and he has also developed the habit of having clear responsibilities, although he watched this little man's wonderful performance with great interest, he never thought of interfering in it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But there are so many coincidences in the world, Peng Shinian suddenly stretched out his head and said in his ear: "That little man is a pickpocket, he should have succeeded." ”

Feng Yiming glanced at Peng Shinian in surprise, he didn't find out how that guy moved, but after experiencing all kinds of things in his previous life, he was keenly aware of what was hidden under the crooked glasses, which was triumphant after he succeeded, and it was a regret that no one applauded him for showing his skills.

Peng Shinian continued: "It's Zhang San, who went to the south many years ago, and the south was checked tightly around eleven before returning to Qingping. ”

Feng Yiming's pupils suddenly shrank, and a series of information was running at high speed in his mind, and he immediately whispered, "Yu Fei, you go and open a private room." Lao Peng, bring Zhang San back and go directly to the private room. ”

A few minutes later, Feng Yiming sat on the sofa in the private room and instructed Yu Fei to open a bottle of red wine.

Feng Yiming looked at the red wine poured by Yu Fei with disgust, in this era in China, the large-scale commercialization of red wine has not yet begun, and the later group company has done red wine agents in the import and export business, but unfortunately it is still 2000, although the domestic red wine market has not yet done badly, but it has not yet matured.

Tried to take a sip of red wine, and unexpectedly found that the taste was not bad, raised the wine glass and took a sip, Feng Yiming crossed his legs and looked at the young man who was standing in the middle of the private room, his knees seemed to be less bones, and his body was half-bent, Feng Yiming reached out and picked up the pair of glasses on the table in front of him, and was not surprised to find that this was a pair of flat glasses.

It's 2000 now, but five or six years later, the name Zhang San is known to everyone in Qingping City.

At the beginning of 2005, when Zhang San was burglarizing, he accidentally stole into the house of a municipal leader and stole a large amount of cash.

This incident finally became the fuse of the decisive battle between Huang An and Zhang Changhe, during which many officials, including Feng Wei'an, were dismissed, and it was not until 2006 that after the dust settled, someone exposed Zhang San's letter on the Internet, and then countless netizens in Qingping City called it the "Swallow Zhang San" of the new era.

Feng Yiming shook his legs and asked with a smile: "Zhang San, you are not small! I don't know whose territory this is?"

Zhang San's body stiffened like a noodle, and finally stood firm, his eyes rolled drippingly, looking at the three people sitting on the sofa opposite, lewdly stretched out his hand and gestured, opened his mouth and asked tentatively: "Left three times, I don't know ......"

"Poof!" Feng Yiming looked at Zhang San, who was comparing the incisions on the road, Rao is a human being in his two lives, and he really has never mixed up on the road.

"Take it out. Feng Yiming restrained his smile, looked at Zhang San with flickering eyes, and pouted at Peng Shinian on the side.

Peng Shinian took out two small plastic bags from Zhang San's trouser pocket, put them on the table, turned his head and was about to speak, but was stopped by Feng Yiming.

Although he had heard the news of this field involving drugs from Peng Shinian's mouth before, but the two small packets of drugs were really in front of him, Feng Yiming couldn't help but grit his teeth, the day he found Xiao Weiqin's showdown in his previous life, when Xiao Weiqin opened the door, he also saw the drugs in the small plastic bags on the table.

Recalling the groaning/groaning of men and women in the bedroom back then, and vaguely seeing the crazy dancing of naked men and women in the crack of the door, Feng Yiming's face was a little ugly, rubbing his eyebrows, and putting two bags of drugs in front of him, he couldn't treat it as if he hadn't seen it.

"How long have you been staring at those two people?" I just wanted to come to the nightclub to relax and take care of Ye Zizi and Zhang Miao by the way, who knew that I would encounter such an unlucky thing!

Zhang San lowered his head, but his eyes glanced at the boy opposite from time to time, and he shrunk and explained: "It's the second time I touched it, and my hands are itchy......"

Feng Yiming sneered, and stole a bag of drugs when his hands were itchy, in your previous life, you stole to the deputy mayor's house and your hands were itchy? Nima doesn't have itchy hands, it's cheap, right?

"It's really ......" Before Zhang San's unconvincing explanation was finished, a bell rang in his arms, Feng Yiming glanced at Zhang San with a bitter face, leaned back on the sofa expressionlessly, and muttered: "Who is this? ”

In Qingping City in this era, not to mention the money to buy a mobile phone, there are not many people who can afford the phone bill, even if it is the Feng family, it is also after Feng Wei'an became the secretary general of the municipal government, the public has a mobile phone, and the phone bill is reimbursed, so that there is a mobile phone.

"Answer the phone!"

"I ......" Zhang San's lips were white, and he was trembling and trembling, and he wanted to explain something.

Zhang San watched Feng Yiming's eyes narrowed into a slit, shooting a cold luster, and finally didn't dare to speak anymore and connected the phone.

"Brother, it's me. ”

"People should be here, have they succeeded?"

"Hehe......" Zhang San's eyes involuntarily drifted to Feng Yiming's face that seemed to be smiling, and his voice trembled a little.

"You don't want to continue taking orders at the train station?"

Zhang San swallowed hard, and said with a reluctant smile: "No, no, Brother Liang, it's going well." ”

Picking up the wine glass and taking a sip of wine, Feng Yiming looked Zhang San up and down, tsk, Ding Xiangzhong was quite discerning, and picked Zhang San to be a nail. Hey, what a biting dog doesn't bark.

Feng Yiming had already heard it, the director of the railway station police station on the other end of the phone, Liang Ye, was Ding Xiangzhong's confidant, some time ago Li Yu also mentioned that he had eaten with Liang Ye a few times, and asked him to take care of the new store at the railway station.

This new era "Swallow Zhang San" a few years later turned out to be Ding Xiangzhong's nail?

Feng Yiming tried to recall the post he saw on the Internet in his previous life, Zhang San stole and handed over the stolen goods and account books to the door of the city bureau, which became the fuse, causing the Qingping Municipal Earthquake the following year, and Huang An and Zhang Changhe both resigned. Ding Xiangzhong was supposed to be the deputy of the city bureau at that time, and naturally had a lot of contacts with the characters of the three sects and the nine streams, and it was normal to bury a few nails, but I didn't know who Ding Xiangzhong was attached to in the previous life.

In this life, the grievances between Ding Xiangzhong and the Wang family are obviously deeper than in the previous life, and sending the nails in his hands to Tianhao Nightclub is naturally to stare at Wang Yongqiang, Feng Yiming slowly sorted out the clues in his heart, and was still sighing, in his previous life, he didn't know how Ding Xiangzhong dealt with Wang Yongqiang's goods in the end, it must be extremely miserable.

Liang Ye listened to Zhang Sanzhi's reply, and already realized that something was wrong, "You haven't come out yet......"

Feng Yiming looked at Zhang Sanyi's expression of wanting to cry, and took the phone with a smile, "Lao Liang, I'm Feng Yiming." You call Lao Ding and tell him that the deal has come to the door. ”

Wang Yongqiang refused to come down when he put it on like a dog skin plaster, plus he was still wandering on the street, the ghost knows what bad things will happen in the future, and he will stay in Qingping for more than two years, sweeping up the garbage, at least he will not be chased and killed by someone with a dagger on the street for no reason in the future.