Chapter 736: Murder

At this time, I am very grateful to Director Zhang. It is estimated that Zhang Weiqing is asking himself to come to the big luck to meet this kind of Beijing master.

However, it's one thing to guess, and it's not easy to make friends. Ye Fan muttered in his heart, and he opened up with an abacus in his heart.

"Well, Deping, there are a few people in the bottom of our Nanfu Province, and there are a lot of people. Some ordinary people still don't have enough to eat, and they are so poor that their brothers wear the same pair of pants. Every time I see this, I feel ashamed. As a secretary, I am not a good secretary of the word. The middle-aged man surnamed Zhuang had a melancholy on his face.

"Huh...... Xiaozhuang, it's man-made, don't be depressed. Look at the dam this day, it has changed so much," the old man surnamed Feng praised, "I heard Comrade Zhengyang say that the dam has changed a lot last time, and I don't believe it." When I saw it today, it was really different. That road, it's almost time to catch up with the provincial road. ”

"Feng Lao is still concerned about Tianshui Dam, did Feng Lao fight guerrilla warfare here?" The middle-aged man surnamed Zhuang asked with a respectful face.

"I haven't been here, but I passed by Moxiang City in Nanfu once. On this day, the dam was told by an old comrade-in-arms, hahaha.

My old comrade-in-arms said, I hid in the Tianshui Dam at that time, and the road to the Tianshui Dam was difficult to walk, and the sheep intestine trail.

Later, in order to rebuild the dam before liberation, a small road was dug out. I heard that you can only cross an ox cart, even a tractor is difficult to walk, and people often fall to their deaths.

When this road was first built, I heard that many of our people had died, and at that time, an old man in the Li family slashed more than a dozen Kuomintang soldiers with a big knife in order to save my comrade-in-arms.

We felt incredible when we heard it, so the old man surnamed Li didn't hurry up with the fifth master of the big sword? What kind of kung fu is this?

So, for a long time, Tianshui Dam has become a place I have always wanted to visit. It's been almost 50 years since it happened. Alas......" The old man surnamed Feng spoke, his eyes staring into the distance, probably reminiscing.

"Yes, Feng Lao, I heard that the dam is the poorest place in Yuyang this day, and Yuyang is also very poor in Moxiang City.

However, even such a poor place is quite rich compared to some of our counties in Deping.

Just this way, we can't find one in the township of Deping. It seems that the secretary of the county party committee and the county magistrate of Yuyang are very good at doing things, if we Deping have this kind of capable people, why worry that Deping is not rich, and it will not be dragging the province's hind legs all the time.

Every time I go to a meeting in the province, I don't have a face to see people, ala......s, "The middle-aged man surnamed Zhuang looked a little envious, and there was some loss in it."

"Deping is complicated, you just went, everything just started, slowly sort it out, I believe that with your vision, you will take this head." Okay, let's not talk about these heart-scratching things, fishing ...... fishing" The old man surnamed Feng aimed his eyes at the fishing rod again.

"Fishing, you fishing, Lao Tzu is also fishing." Ye Fan's heart moved, he comprehensively observed the surrounding situation, and had a plan. When he was about to sneak into the distance quietly, he suddenly found a rather exciting situation.

At this time, an old adult young man approaching 30 years old walked out of the army-green tent, with a flat head, a square face, a small black mole in the center of the bridge of his nose, and a blue and blue leisurely suit.

However, his eyes were definitely as sharp as an eagle's eyes. In the grass hundreds of meters away, Ye Fan actually felt like a thorn in his back, as if he had been scanned by some electric light, and a hidden threat overflowed from his body.

"A master, you should have three or four levels or above. What's going on? Could it be the bodyguards hired by the old man or the guards?

Could it be that this old man is really a big person. If it is really a personal bodyguard, it means that this old man is a business giant.

If it's the guards, it's worth scrutinizing. Someone who can be protected by a master of three or four dan and above is definitely a heavyweight.

I'm afraid it's not the leader of a certain ministry in the capital. If you are a deputy, it is impossible for the Internal Security Bureau of the General Office of the Central Committee to send such a master to escort you.

It's good to be able to send a special police officer out, and the fourth-stage master is not a turnip, and he can be pulled out at any time. Moreover, the middle-aged man surnamed Zhuang is clearly the number one person in Deping, and he has to call Feng Lao respectfully? Ye Fan was a little excited in his heart, and suddenly, his body shook, and he almost screamed, "Look at the posture of that young man with a lot of momentum, isn't he a member of the Special Service Group A?"

is a bodyguard belonging to the Central Police Internal Security Bureau under the direct management of Wolf Potian, so the origin of the old man surnamed Feng is worth scrutinizing. If it is really from the Zhongnanhai bodyguard group, then is this old man the leaders of the central government......"

Thinking of this, this guy's heart began to get excited, and his heart was beating wildly.

"Member of the Standing Committee of the Political Bureau, my mother's surname is Feng, and she is not Feng Baoshan, Secretary of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection." Ye Fan almost screamed, his mind trying to search for the occasional picture of Fengbaoshan on TV. Usually Feng Baoshan is quite low-key, and it is rare to see him show up a few times a year, and he comes out with an iron face, and he really has an iron face and a selfless and palpitating posture.

Although he vaguely felt a bit similar, Ye Fan couldn't be sure. It's just that the image of Fengbaoshan on TV and the old fisherman by the centipede pond is too different. This old man has a kind face and easy-going conversation, not like Feng Baoshan, secretary of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection at all.

"Maybe I'm misremembering. How can the dignified members of the Standing Committee of the Political Bureau have the kung fu to go fishing in Tianshui Dam, a place where birds don't?

Moreover, that kind of big man is definitely hugged by the front and back, I'm afraid that this centipede pond would have been classified as a military restricted area long ago.

Within a radius of a few hundred meters, it is within the attack range of Zhongnanhai's internal guards, and Lao Tzu will be allowed to hide in the grass and peep. It shouldn't be ......" Ye Fan denied the possibility that he was Feng Baoshan, secretary of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection, after all kinds of speculation.

You must know that there are many people with the surname Feng in the central ministries and commissions, and Ye Fan can't know it clearly, and he has heard his name read when he occasionally watched TV before, but he only heard his name and didn't see his person, or that face passed by, who remembers it clearly.

However, no matter what, judging from the old man's naturally revealing posture of a superior, at least he is also a deputy minister-level official with real power from Beijing.

Therefore, Ye Fan decided that he still had to test it, whether it was useful or not, since Director Zhang asked himself to try his luck, it was definitely a good thing.

After seeing the fierce-eyed young man enter the tent, the guy quietly retreated to a mile away.

"It's strange, I just felt like something weird was going on, and it's gone. Could it be that my intuition was wrong? Maybe it's some kind of hare pheasant, it seems that I'm a little nervous. Besides, ...... around," the young man muttered to himself in the tent, and then shook his head.

soon

A few hundred meters away in the woods, a loud, majestic, and blood-devouring domineering ballad of "Murder" gradually came out

Men should kill people, and kill mercilessly.

Immortal karma, murder.

In the past, there were rich men, and they were righteous and promised.

The eyes are murderous, and the body is lighter than a feather.

There are also heroes and tyrants, killing people like hemp, galloping all over the world, only boasting about swords and guns......

Kill Kill Kill Kill ......

There was also the screeching sound of hitting something in the rough beat.

"There is a situation, all pay attention, enter the first level of combat readiness" At this time, the man in Tsing Yi came out of the tent, and a gesture was being waved.

"Silence, fuss, don't scratch the interest of the masters." The old man surnamed Feng had a cold look in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "What are you worried about when you step back here?" ”

"Yes" Tsing Yi waved his hand, and calm returned to the woods.

Soon, with the singing, out of the woods staggered out a young man who looked childish, his height was estimated to be about a meter, his face was white, he was neither fat nor thin, he was lazy, his hair was unkempt, and his body was covered with weed petals.

The young man was clutching a bottle of wine in his right hand, as if he were still the head of a second pot. In his left hand, he grabbed a branch about two fingers wide.

While walking crookedly, this fang lowered his head from time to time and drank the second pot head, singing "Murder" indiscriminately in his mouth. It gives a rather bizarre, even a bit shocking effect.

The man in Tsing Yi was about to step forward to stop him, but was stopped by the stern cold eyes of the old man surnamed Feng.

"Hahaha...... Happy, fucking happy, happy, happy" With the roar, the young man smashed the bottle of the dried second pot on a big tree with a snap, and the birds that flew away from the tree fled.

The young man didn't care about it, he still shook his head in a drunken daze, his hand went into the backpack behind his back, and he took out a bottle of Erguotou. When you put it on your mouth, the hard cap immediately loosens.

Grunt......

The young man opened his mouth and took a wild sip, and when the bottle hung down, the crowd was startled again, for there was only half a bottle of wine left.

"**It's really rough, I can't imagine that there are such masters in the mountains." The man in Tsing Yi muttered in his heart.

"Kill, kill, kill...... Jia Baoquan, Jia Baoquan, you are so fucking insidious. It's just a matter of hiding the bird, but you shouldn't humiliate me

In a year and a half, Lao Tzu jumped up and down, getting nearly 40 million donations for the Linquan Economic Zone, nearly 200 million investments.

Is it easy? In order to get money, Lao Tzu almost took his life, for the people of Tianshui Dam to stop overturning and dying, for this poor person to live a good life, Lao Tzu ...... The township roads belonging to the Linquan Economic Zone exceed the provincial road surface.

The economy of the economic zone has been repeated, what have you given me? I didn't give a fart, not only did I stop me from becoming normal, but what was even more annoying was that you also promoted my subordinates to normal, what are you doing when you don't slap me in the face?

Is there an animal like you? Chilling, chilling, killing, killing, killing......"

Of course, this crazy young man is Ye Fan. This guy hid in the distance, took out a second pot and poured it all over his body, and his clothes and hair were also messy, which was a bit of a mountain woodcutter.

Drunk is definitely not drunk, but there are also small drunk.

Ye Fan staggered only a dozen meters away from the recliner under the big tree, and the girl on the recliner removed the book and glanced at the madman, so bored, and continued to hold the book on her face again.