Chapter Twenty-Nine: It Didn't Burn After All

Huang Xingjun looked at the woman on the steps waving a lighter and screaming something, a little anxious. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info early in the morning received a call from a friend, saying that the people of the first textile factory were going to make trouble, the mayor Huang An immediately left the city, deliberately left himself, originally saw the police come and thought it was no play, but I didn't expect that 3 months ago, I occasionally had a whim, and the chess pieces under the cloth actually jumped out at this time, giving myself a big surprise. As long as this fire is burned, with the first aid level of Qingping City Hospital, there is no play, and Zhao Xin, who is standing under the steps, will not be able to escape this level.

Huang Xingjun was excitedly waiting for the firelight to appear, but he didn't notice a small poisonous snake behind him, hiding in a place he couldn't see, trying to open his teeth and claws, trying to bite down.

Feng Yiming, who was watching coldly on the sidelines, smoked a cigarette, looked at the chaotic crowd, and occasionally heard a few words of yin and yang, pointing the finger at Secretary Zhao Xin's words, the workers of the city's textile factory are all local recruits, and a foreign cadre wants to smash everyone's jobs, and the means are so direct and cruel, it is normal to make such a thing, and all the variables today are on the woman on the steps.

Feng Yiming squinted and looked at it from a distance, the middle-aged woman was not hysterically crazy, in fact, there was no need for this, as long as she raised the lighter and made a gesture, a circle of people next to her were frightened and rushed out, Feng Yiming sighed faintly in her heart, judging from the information she got in her previous life and this life, she didn't know that the gasoline she bought was fake, she was laid off from both jobs, her husband couldn't afford to take medicine at home when she was sick, and life had fallen to the bottom.

Zhao Xin was sweating profusely and shouted at the bottom of the steps, and the leaders of the textile factory on one side almost knelt on the ground to beg this aunt, all in the factory area, how could they not know that the workers wanted to gather to make trouble, but this is the second time this year, the two times together the laid-off workers are close to 70 percent, the workers have to find a place to spread out if they are angry, and their own group of people do not know where to go in the future, how can they control these workers. It's normal to be angry, but who knows where this aunt jumped out silently, and cleanly poured gasoline to play with her hands.

Zhao Xin turned around and asked in a low voice, "Is that guy back?"

The secretary shook his head: "I just called the Tongxi County Party Committee and said that Mayor Huang's car had just left." ā€

Zhao Xin said angrily: "Wang Ba Lamb, such a large group of people, how can the news not be leaked, the surname Huang is waiting to see Lao Tzu's jokes." ā€

The secretary asked tentatively: "If this matter is going to make a big fuss, it won't end well, so why don't you agree first." Otherwise......"

Zhao Xin shook his head: "I announced my layoff yesterday, and I will pour gasoline to return to work today, if I really agree, how many people will see my jokes, and I won't have the face to stay." Besides, you also heard just now that his husband broke his leg by stealing chickens and dogs, and he had to be reimbursed at public expense. Lao Tzu doesn't believe it, there are children by her side, she can do it?"

Zhao Xin stared at the factory director who was at a loss on the side, turned his head and shouted: "Lao Niu, Lao Ding, come here." ā€

Niu Haitao is the director of the Municipal Fire Bureau, and Ding Xiangzhong is the deputy director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

Zhao Xin's eyes widened, and he whispered: "Let you come up with a plan, it's been half an hour, grinding, the old hen lays eggs!"

Niu Haitao lowered his eyes slightly: "The steps are too long, she doesn't allow others to go up the steps, and it is difficult for the firefighters to come forward to rescue them as soon as possible." ā€

Ding Xiangzhong was straight-tempered, "Secretary Zhao, he is very vigilant, he has already sent someone to test it just now, no matter which direction it is, there is no guarantee of a successful rescue." ā€

Zhao Xin gritted his teeth and thought to himself, do you really want to slap your face, this slap down, not to mention others, the one in the municipal government building must ask for the first time to slow down the restructuring plan, what position can he insist on, besides, Qingping City is an old industrial city, and there are more than one or two state-owned enterprises of this scale.

Either agree, smoke your own mouth, or don't agree, let the woman burn herself plus a child, no matter which way you go, you can be regarded as the end of your work in Qingping, thinking of this, Zhao Xin, who feels that he has reached the end of his career, is relaxed, or let the latecomers take care of these of dog skins.

Zhao Xin was about to open his mouth to agree to the conditions of the female worker, when Ding Xiangzhong next to him suddenly reached out and pulled his arm secretly, "Secretary Zhao, wait a minute." ā€

Zhao Xin was a little surprised, Ding Xiangzhong was a native of Qingping, the army was transferred to the provincial capital Jianghe, from the Provincial Public Security Department to Qingping on a temporary post, and later transferred the relationship back to his hometown, and then he did not leave Qingping, and he was not obvious in the city bureau.

"Secretary Zhao, just now when I was preparing the rescue plan, I ventured up from behind to test it, but fortunately I was not discovered. ā€

Zhao Xin lost the expression of wanting to kill just now, looked at the situation that was still deadlocked, and recalled the scene of packing tickets in front of the provincial leaders, his confidence seemed to be too much.

Ding Xiangzhong looked at Zhao Xin, who suddenly looked calm, strangely, "Secretary Zhao, I used to be in the army, and when I was young, I was in the automobile company, and I dealt with gasoline every day, and I seemed to be ...... when I approached just now."

When Zhao Xin heard this, his wooden face finally had an expression, and he turned his head and asked, "What do you mean about ......the gasoline?"

Ding Xiangzhong nodded: "It doesn't feel like gasoline, and it doesn't seem to be right if you look at the color carefully." ā€

Zhao Xin pondered for a moment before saying, "This is just your inference, there is no evidence, right?"

"Yes, but I have an idea. ā€

"When, say it happily!"

"In fact, in the process of confrontation, her position has shifted a lot, can we get that gasoline barrel, so you can know at a glance. ā€

Zhao Xin clapped his hands and praised: "Yes, Lao Ding, you can do it, it's been almost 40 minutes, speed up, I'll drag her and buy time." ā€

took out a cigarette and lit it, stomped his feet, the time was getting longer and longer, and the variables were getting bigger and bigger, Huang Xingjun couldn't wait to rush up and throw the cigarette butt with sparks on his mouth on the woman.

Feng Yiming looked at the middle-aged man who was still scolding not far away, raised his hand and looked at his watch, it was already half past four in the afternoon, my mother should have gone home, and I would like to buy a few handfuls of vegetables from the roadside vegetable stall and bring them back later.

was thinking wildly, suddenly there was an exclamation from the crowd, the woman looked at the police officer who suddenly pounced, hugged the child and retreated, the lighter in her hand was already floating on the flames, Feng Yiming's eyes widened, the flames flashed, and in the blink of an eye, the woman was thrown to the ground, and the lighter in her hand was taken away and thrown away.

Huang Xingjun looked at this scene in disbelief, his face was gloomy, in this case, the lighters were already lit, and they didn't burn up, it was absolutely impossible. Huang Xingjun didn't know the mystery, but he knew that he had to leave immediately and inform Huang An.

Feng Yiming exhaled softly, watched the woman cry and be forcibly dragged away by the police, shook his head and prepared to leave. At this moment, several Poussin drove into the gate, and a group of people hurriedly got out of the car.

Feng Yiming thought sarcastically, there are still such cadres, and they only come to see the excitement when the matter is over? He glanced at it casually, and saw Feng Wei'an in the crowd with a blue face.