"Secretary Liu, who will have a chance", Zhengji did not drink a drop of wine, looked at Liu Zhijun with clear eyes and said with a smile.

"Xiao Zheng, then we will go first, if you need help in the future, just come to the county party committee to find me, as for the extortion criminals arrested today, they will be punished for several crimes, and they will give you a satisfactory explanation, they will definitely not be better" County Magistrate Zhang also came over and said to Zhengji.

"Thank you County Magistrate Zhang, I will trouble County Magistrate Zhang in the future", Zhengji nodded, shook hands with County Magistrate Zhang and said goodbye, watching the three cars leave the village one after another, Zhengji looked back and saw Zhou Huansheng standing behind him expectantly looking at him.

"Brother Zhou, your business, don't worry, I told Mayor Geng, and he nodded, Brother Zhou during this time, you should be patient, do what you should do, and when the performance comes out, Mayor Geng will naturally be optimistic about you", Zhengji walked up to him and said.

"Brother Zheng, this time, I really thank you! If it weren't for you, I really don't know what to do", Zhou Huansheng looked at Zhengji gratefully, and secretly congratulated himself in his heart for his original choice, Zhengji and Mayor Geng really had an unusual relationship.

"By the way, brother, there is something I want to remind you, this period of time and Liu Zhijun just now keep some distance", Zhou Huansheng looked at the smoke and dust at the end of the road, and said seriously to Zhengji.

"Oh, what do you say?" asked Masaki in surprise.

"He has a problem, the village chief of your village may have some entanglements with him, and the evidence has been mastered by me, I will report this matter as soon as possible, so brother, don't get too close to him, just in case," Zhou Huansheng leaned into Zhengji's ear and whispered.

"I wrote it down, thank you for reminding Brother Zhou", Zhengji nodded and recorded it in his heart, but in his mind, he recalled the changes in the situation in Lan County after Zhao Changcai fell in his previous life.

"Thank you, thank you, our relationship, it's too polite to say this", Zhou Huansheng waved his hand and said.

"Then brother, you can go on vacation with peace of mind, and I won't bother you much," Zhou Huansheng put down a stone in his heart, looked at the time and said.

"Brother Zhou, slow down on the road, pay attention to safety, and say hello to my sister-in-law on my behalf", Zhengji nodded.

"Well, I have time to come back to Xincheng to have a drink with me, by the way, I have set up a fixed police point at the entrance of your coffee shop, don't worry", Zhou Huansheng suddenly thought of something and poked his head out of the car and said.

"Well, then I'll rest assured, Brother Zhou go slowly", Zhengji smiled and nodded, watching Zhou Huansheng's car gradually disappear into the smoke and dust.

After the meal, the village names helped clean up the mess, and they all said goodbye and left, and the politicians finally returned to their former calm, Zheng Xueyi breathed a sigh of relief, in his words, "It's the first time to eat with so many big leaders, and I'm really a little nervous" , but the heart is very satisfied, I can also have such a day, with the head of a county to sit together, but I can't dream of it, and Mrs. Wang is also very happy, traditional rural people like Tujili, Tu festive, this meal, on behalf of the village's recognition of the politician, but also make this year's joy extraordinary.

And Zhengji, who hadn't slept all night, was also a little sleepy, so he said hello and went into the house for a lunch break.

And at this time, between a mound in the mountains and forests behind the village, Zhao Jinzheng trembled and lay on the yellow and brittle fallen leaves in the forest, his vigilant eyes scanned around, and he was on guard against someone coming at any time, and beside him, there was an earthen shotgun, but it was left over from his family's previous hunting, this escape, he did not forget to take it, this shotgun is also his only hope for revenge, he is waiting, waiting for tomorrow, because of the customs in the village, in the second year of the junior high school, he came back to the ancestral grave of the mountain to worship the ancestors, and at that time, the political discipline that caused him to be in his current situation will also come, he wants to make the political discipline regret what he did this time！

With the passage of noon, the cold wind gradually blew in the forest of the back mountain at this moment, blowing between the branches, making a whining sound, which became more and more strange under the background of several lonely graves not far away, so that Zhao Jin involuntarily tightened his neckline, held the shotgun beside him, and looked around with some weakness, but what answered him was the more and more cold wind and the dead leaves flying with the cold wind, which became more and more depressing in this dark forest.

Zhao Jin couldn't help but have a feeling of wanting to cry without tears, if it weren't for this morning's out, would he be drinking wine in a warm home, eating delicious food, enjoying the happy days like a fairy, where is he so frightened and frightened like now, freezing in the cold wind, the more he thinks about it, the more sad he is, the more he thinks about it, the more angry he is, looking at the cooking smoke in the village not far away, there was a gurgling sound in his stomach, and he rubbed his stomach when he saw the food memorialized by the name of the village on the lonely grave not far away, he rubbed his stomach, hesitated, walked over slowly, picked up the cakes and steamed buns in front of the grave, returned in three steps and two steps, and rubbed the soot and soil foam on the skin of the food, He swallowed it one bite at a time with tears in his eyes, every bite, he scolded a word of political discipline, every bite, the deeper his resentment, to the end, he simply lay on the grass, and cried in a low voice, how could he have suffered such a sin, reduced to the point of grabbing food with the dead! And all this is caused by politicians!

"I said, are you going to take revenge with this broken gun?" A leisurely voice came from nowhere, making Zhao Jin tremble, grabbed the shotgun on the ground, and glanced around vigilantly, a layer of fine sweat instantly appeared on his forehead, deep forest, lonely grave, a voice, which made his spirit collapse to the extreme.

"Who? who is talking, pretending to be a ghost, get out of here!" Zhao Jin shouted in a panic with a gun, forgetting all about his current situation, and there was only fear left in his heart.

"If you want to summon the police who are searching for you, then even if you are louder, I can also watch a good show", the male voice with a hint of banter sounded again, and this time, Zhao Jin finally followed the sound to detect the other party's position, and without thinking about it, he raised his head and looked at a poplar tree where he was living in the grass. A man in a black coat happened to sit on the trunk of a tree and kick his legs, looking at Zhao Jin with interest, a silver knife in his hand was also flying up and down, and he didn't seem to take the shotgun pointed at him in Zhao Jin's hand seriously.

"Who are you? What are you doing? Get out of here, or I'll shoot!" Zhao Jin looked at the man on the trunk, wearing a hat and couldn't see his face clearly, although he looked relaxed and unguarded, but for some reason, he always felt a strange pressure, making his hand holding the shotgun tremble slightly.

"It doesn't matter who I am," The man smiled, supported his hands, and fell from the tree five or six meters high like a fluttering leaf, but the gravitational force is unchanged, although the movement seems to be slow, but it is actually very fast, so that Zhao Jin on the side can't help but worry about whether he will break his legs, and then, it turns out that all this is an unnecessary worry, in the thousandth of a second when he is about to land, the man in black delicately grabbed a branch that stretched out diagonally, and the falling speed was a little slower, and then his knees were slightly bent, and he stood in front of him lightly, and then what appeared in front of him was a face that was usually to the extreme, and he was afraid that he would forget it in the next second when he was mixed in the crowd, it's just a pair of shining eyes that make him remember it very deeply, making people feel like they have been seen through.

"Stand there and don't move!, or I'll shoot!" Zhao Jin saw the man take two steps towards him, nervously raised his gun and stepped back slightly.

"I'm not your enemy, of course, if you think a shot will kill me, then come and see if your gun is fast, or if this knife of mine can stick to your neck first!" the man didn't care at all, and said as he walked, the knife in his hand like a juggling troupe turning around his fingertips, dazzling.

I don't know why, Zhao Jin looked at the man in front of him, just looking at him, there was a feeling that made him uncomfortable and abnormal, as if he was in a pile of dead people, he didn't know, this was murderous! People who kill too many people in the accumulation of time, there will be an invisible blood around the body, although invisible, but it can give people a feeling of depression in the spirit, I don't know why, Zhao Jin has a wonderful sixth sense, the man in front of him is afraid that what he said is not a lie, as long as he has the slightest movement, he will die in the seemingly ordinary flying knife, gradually, the beads of sweat on his forehead are getting more and more, and the index finger holding the trigger is like a thousand pounds, suddenly, he hung down the muzzle of the gun weakly, looked at the man and said: "Who are you?" Why did you come to me?"

"When did I say I was coming to you, I just watched a play at the right time," the man's faint voice reached Zhao Jin's ears.

"Have you finished reading, then why haven't you left?" Zhao Jin silently stepped aside, looked at the man vigilantly and said.

"Of course not, I'm going to see how you come up with a revenge drama tomorrow!" the man sat down leaning against a tree and lit a cigarette.

Smelling the smell of cigarettes and glancing at the cigarettes in the man's hand, Zhao Jin's Adam's apple moved slightly, swallowed his saliva, and said: "You think too much, I'm just avoiding it here for the time being, there is no drama to watch."

The man smiled, threw the cigarette case and lighter in his hand into Zhao Jin's arms unexpectedly, but still said in his own way: " Your shotgun, short range, only a few tens of meters to have lethality, and lethality does not mean that the power is enough to kill people, which means that if you want to kill the other party completely, you must stand within five meters of the opponent, in order to ensure that there is a chance to kill him, and if you want to get close to the political discipline within the meter, this is a problem, you are likely to be knocked down by him without rushing over, your opponent is a good dart, so, in my opinion, you are likely to not only not be able to take revenge tomorrow, but also may be planted because of the murder, and then go to prison, with the energy of political discipline, you are afraid that you are more auspicious”。

ps: I haven't chatted with you for a long time, today is July 19, 2016, it's raining so hard in Taiyuan, I'm about to row, I'm all wet at work, are you okay 481804735?