Chapter 208: Crushing the Fat Man on the Street

One day in December 2o11, a Toyota Coaster bus drove into the campus of Southern University of Finance and Economics in Jinling City. Arriving with the car was Lin Yuesheng, executive deputy secretary of the Binhai Municipal Legal Committee, and his party.

The training course for senior cadres of the Binhai municipal legal system was led by Deputy Secretary Lin, and the place of study was Southern University of Finance and Economics, which has a profound legal discipline and beautiful scenery. Speaking of learning, of course, it is inevitable that it will also have the nature of a recuperation vacation.

Southern University of Finance and Economics attached great importance to the study contact letter from the Binhai Municipal Legal Committee and sent a strong faculty and logistics support team. Dean Qian of the School of Law reviewed the list of students one by one, and finally determined the content of the lecture according to the background experience and the nature of the work of the students.

The trainees this time are all cadres at or above the department level, and they are all between 35 and 45 years old. Only one guy named Han Dong was more unusual and attracted the attention of Dean Qian. In fact, you can't even get his attention.

This leader, Han Dong, is only 25 years old this year, and his age seems out of place among the leaders. He is the director of the Grassroots Guidance Division under the Office of the Binhai City Comprehensive Management Committee. Young but capable of holding a high position, this kind of young man either has a scary background, or is extremely talented and full of adventures.

Either way, Dean Qian has the obligation to receive it well. Who knows when this young man will soar and become a regular on the TV news? At that time, Southern University of Finance and Economics may be able to get some incense. As for the other student leaders, Dean Qian didn't pay much attention to it.

However, the young man named Han Dong obviously had little interest in class. He held his eyelids to prevent drowsiness, and sat upright with great perseverance to finish the day's lesson. And his mind no longer knows where to fly.

Life is full of accidents! Originally, he was honestly his professor (brackets are out of the ordinary), dedicated to teaching and educating people, writing books and sayings. Unexpectedly, with a paper order from the Binhai Municipal Legal Committee, he became the director (at the director level) of the Grassroots Guidance Department of the Office of the Binhai Municipal Comprehensive Management Committee.

When he arrived at the Comprehensive Management Committee, he learned that some leaders had taken a fancy to his research on the diversified resolution mechanism of social disputes (adR), a key project of the National Social Science Fund. As an expert, he led a group of law school teachers and masters to complete the project.

On the day when the application for the key project of the National Social Science Fund was issued, the school leaders beat gongs and drums to publicize it, and they wished that the whole world would know about it. However, it is not surprising that a third-rate university like Binhai University can win the bid for the social science fund project, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the ancestors burned high incense. In previous years, there was no Binhai University in the last time, and all of them were first-class universities.

Binhai University is a bit of a big blow, and Han Dong's project does have real things, and even the leaders of the Political and Legal Committee are interested. Now that social contradictions are high, talents like Han Dong are needed. They simply set aside a position as a section-level cadre and seconded Han Dong to Binhai University to the town.

Frankly speaking, Han Dong is not very interested in any section-level cadres. He is now a big-name professor, and there is an endless stream of universities that come to poach him, and he has seen all kinds of lure conditions. A section-level cadre really can't get into his eyes.

I don't know which leader made the decision, and finally a senior hat was buckled on his head. Han Dongxin said, go! It's good that the People's Political and Legal Committee is sincere, and it is equivalent to the county lord at the department level. In this training course for senior cadres of the Binhai municipal legal system, Han Dong naturally became a trainee.

As soon as the old professor who was lecturing on the stage finished class, Han Dong had already rushed out of the classroom like a sharp arrow, and his colleagues were dumbfounded.

"Yu Shan's good wife, my husband is here!" Han Dong cheered in his heart. He was dressed in the hazy night, walking on the familiar and strange college campus. According to his future memory, Southern University of Finance and Economics is also his alma mater, where he spent two years of graduate life. It was also here that he met Yu Shan, and the two tied the knot.

Unexpectedly, by chance, now he is a department-level cadre, and he still returns here to study.

Before he reached Yu Shan's dormitory building, Han Dong had already seen a circle of people downstairs. Looking at the dress should be the graduate students of the university, they all looked upstairs, as if expecting someone to appear.

He looked closer, and a fat four-eyed man was holding a large bouquet of roses and calling out a girl's name. He was lit with a circle of heart-shaped candles in front of him, and the candlelight swayed slightly in the night, and the love peach was particularly conspicuous, and the atmosphere was very romantic.

Han Dong showed a meaningful smile, the university campus was full of love animals, and he was all too familiar with this scene. After hearing the name of the girl shouted from the mouth of the four-eyed fat man, Han Dong's smile froze.

"Yu Shan, I love you, please give me a chance!" The four-eyed fat man shouted as he looked upstairs in a daze. Looking at the excitement around, it is not a big deal, and the people who eat melons have coaxed him to promise him.

I rubbed it, the four-eyed fat man was fat enough, and he dared to openly show his love to Lao Tzu's future wife! Is it tolerable or intolerable? Yu Shan didn't show up for a long time, Han Dong knew that this fat man would inevitably hit the street, but he couldn't bear it.

He saw a student passing by on the side of the road carrying a kettle, and stepped forward to stop him. "Classmate, how much did you buy this kettle?"

"Ten bucks, what's wrong?" The passer-by who was asked replied inexplicably.

"Give you a hundred, even the pot and water will sell me!" Han Dong took out a bright red old man's head and stuffed it into his hand. He didn't care whether passer-by classmate A agreed or not, he directly took away the kettle in his hand, and poured all the boiling water on the heart-shaped candle ring of the fat man on the street.

I only heard the sound of the sound endlessly, and the poor candles were extinguished by Han Dong one by one. The ground was a mess, and the romantic atmosphere was gone.

The fat man who hit the street was stunned for a few seconds, and jumped out of his feet to kill a pig-like cry, "Ahhhh What the are you doing? ”

At this time, Yu Shan upstairs was wearing headphones, which automatically blocked the fat man's ghost shouting and screaming. One of her baby-faced roommates nudged her shoulder and quipped, "Shanshan, people are also infatuated, do you want to go down and have a look?" ”

"I'm annoyed, I'm annoyed, I'm annoyed!" Yu Shan replied impatiently, "Dandan, if you tease me again, be careful that I give him your fruit!" ”

"You dare! Yes! The girl called Dandan let out a scream, "Why do you have my fruit photo?" ”

"Hehe, I took it while you were asleep." Yu Shan smiled evilly.

"Deleted, almost deleted, see if I don't scratch you!" The two girls suddenly made a mess. The poor fat man on the street is still screaming infatuatedly.

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