On the evening of 8 May, the national flag was lowered at half-mast to mourn the victims of the attack on Yugoslavia.

The development of the incident was exactly the same as the situation in Yang Hao's memory, and that night, almost all television stations were broadcasting the relevant content of the embassy bombing.

I heard that some students in the city have begun to march on the streets, but the scale is far less vigorous than that of individual colleges and universities in Beijing, Shanghai and other places.

At dinner, Dad Yang came back with a black cloth bag, and said to Yang Hao with a rather stern expression: "Everyone has already put together the money, a total of 238,004, I will ask again at the end...... Son, holding so much money in your hand is like carrying a grenade, are you really sure you can do it? ”

was listening intently to the news report coming out of an old-fashioned radio on the side, and when he heard Yang's father's words coldly, Yang Hao was so frightened that he trembled.

Then he looked at the black cloth bag that was carried by Yang's father, Yang Hao smiled bitterly: "Dad, next time, can we say hello in advance, or knock on the door to remind you before entering the house?" ”

"What do you think, so distracted." Dad Yang asked strangely.

"I heard that several schools in the city are already organizing marches, and I wonder if our school will also make some noise......" Yang Hao responded half-truthfully.

But Dad Yang stared at him directly, and said in an unquestionable tone: "For the incident in Yugoslavia? I can tell you, don't say that there is no possibility of a parade at Pingshui High School, and even if there is a thorn in the head, you are not allowed to go! If you dare to go out on the street, I'll let your mother discount your legs! Do you understand? ”

“…… Ahem, I didn't say I was going. Yang Hao coughed dryly and said curtly: "It's just an idea." ”

"I can't think about it." Dad Yang snorted, put the black cloth bag on the dining table, then pulled over a bench and sat down, and said to Yang Hao: "The parade is what students in big cities should do, what does it have to do with you, a senior high school student in a township who has not yet grown up?" If you want me to say, stock trading shouldn't be what you should do at this stage......"

As soon as Yang Hao heard this, he knew that his father was going to give him a lesson in ideology and politics.

Hurriedly raised his hands in surrender, and said with a wry smile: "I promise, take a spare amount of time to ensure sufficient study time!" ”

“…… If you think so, I'm relieved. Dad Yang rolled his eyes, pointed to the cloth bag on the table, and asked Yang Hao, "How do you plan to use this money?" ”

"Of course, it's used to speculate in stocks." Yang Hao got up with a smile and said, "Yang Jie of the Ninth Uncle's family is helping me run errands now, as long as he comes forward in this matter, I don't have to run around." ”

"Yang Jie?" Dad Yang frowned, and thought for a while before he said: "This kid is quite honest and should be reliable." ”

……

Throughout the weekend, Yang Hao was basically in a state of not going out of one door and not stepping out of the second door.

spent a whole day on Sunday copying down a few songs that could be recalled and suitable for Wang Hui's current state to sing.

But after copying the lyrics, Yang Hao was stunned.

"What about the tune?"

Under the dim yellow light, Yang Hao, who was sitting on a plastic chair, looked at the results of his hard work for a whole day speechlessly, and his brain began to sweat faintly.

He can remember the lyrics and hum them a cappella, but he has never received a professional music education, and he can't even reach the half-baked amateur level, how can he restore the score of the song?

He can roughly recall the general melody of a song, but in this way, how much effort does it take to perfect, supplement, and adjust?

You can't let Wang Hui participate in the competition in a cappella singing, right?

Yang Hao, who was originally full of ambition and confidence, couldn't help but close the notebook a little dejectedly, and let out a long sigh......

Let's go to bed first, we have something to do tomorrow!

……

Before eight o'clock on Sunday night, Yang Hao was already lying on the bed.

At the same time, dozens of kilometers away in the county seat of Shaxi County, Zhang Weijun was also paralyzed on a plastic chair in a stall like a prostration.

There were two people sitting with him, both of the same height and size, and they were both about thirty years old.

The only difference is that the man sitting on the left has a very obvious black mole on his chin, his eyes are small, and he narrows into slits when he smiles, and he looks very ordinary.

The other man sitting on Zhang Weijun's right hand was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, his hair waxed head was very shiny, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a typical handsome man.

The three of them sat around a small round table less than a meter in diameter, on which were three dishes and a few bottles of Yanshan beer that had been opened.

After being silent for a while, the man in the suit raised the wine glass in front of him and said to Zhang Weijun: "Is it a blessing or a curse, it is a disaster that cannot be avoided...... Brother, you listen to your brother's advice, and continue to be the director of your police station after returning to Pingshui, Sun Zhihong may be transferred away one day, you are still young, and you have a chance to turn over. ”

After hearing him say this, the other man also raised his glass and said with a smile: "Anyway, Liu Ruijuan has broken through this level without danger, what will happen in the future, we can't say anything now, anyway, if you want me to say anything, at least your life is quite hard, and a little setback is a fart!" ”

Zhang Weijun raised his wine glass with a wry smile, and after touching the two lightly, he raised his head and drank to the sky.

He didn't even know what the point of tonight's little gathering was.

After Liu Ruijuan was taken away by the Commission for Discipline Inspection that night, the news came out at noon the next day that she had been officially shuanggui.

This legendary female director in the officialdom of Shaxi County collapsed with lightning speed.

Along with her, Yang Zhaobo, director of the Puqi Town Police Station, Lu Dezhi, deputy director of the Xianxi Town Police Station, Feng Xiuhua, director of the Huwu Town Police Station, and Dong Zhichun, deputy captain of the Public Security Brigade of the County Public Security Bureau!

These four people are all familiar to Zhang Weijun, and they are also the young Zhuang faction in the Shaxi County public security system that has only been single-handedly pulled up by Liu Ruijuan in recent years.

Like Zhang Weijun, they came to power after Liu Ruijuan parachuted in and became the director of the Shaxi County Public Security Bureau!

In other words, in the eyes of many people, Zhang Weijun is actually all the way with the four of them, at least they are branded with a very obvious Liu brand!

These four people were unlucky with Liu Ruijuan, among which Yang Zhaobo and Dong Zhichun were dismissed on the spot and removed from their positions in the party, and the next step is to undergo a more rigorous organizational investigation.

Zhang Weijun chose to avoid it halfway because of Yang Hao's reminder, so he became one of the few fish that slipped through the net.

The bombing of the embassy this morning aroused great attention from the county leaders -- yes, the county leaders held a meeting and believed that an incident similar to the mass demonstrations in Beijing and Shanghai might break out in Shaxi County.

In this case, Zhang Weijun was lucky enough to pick up a small life...... No one pays attention to his little shrimp anymore.

There is no danger to escape this catastrophe, it stands to reason that Zhang Weijun should be happy.

In fact, however, Zhang Weijun was not happy at all, because Sun Zhihong, former executive deputy director of the Shaxi County Public Security Bureau, who was most likely to take over the post of director of the Shaxi County Public Security Bureau, intentionally or unintentionally mentioned "certain ideological problems" of 'individual comrades' when he was assigning tasks at noon today, and he deliberately gave Zhang Weijun a few more glances during his speech......

Obviously, Sun Zhihong, who has been suppressed by Liu Ruijuan for a long time, is planning to spill his anger on Zhang Weijun's head.

As a grassroots director, Zhang Weijun can know with his thighs that once he is targeted by the malicious eyes of his boss...... Will he have a good life in the future?

Not to mention whether Sun Zhihong will make things difficult for him in every way, just if he sits in that position, the possibility of Zhang Weijun wanting to be promoted is almost zero!

So the current situation is that although Zhang Weijun escaped this catastrophe like a crack, he has also become a thorn in the eye and a thorn in the flesh of his future boss, that is really unable to survive and die!

Drink to dispel sorrow and sorrow.

In an extremely depressing atmosphere, Zhang Weijun got drunk......

At this time, Yang Hao, who was far away at home in Pingshui Town, slept more soundly than anyone else.

May 19th, it's very close...... Whether it soars into the sky, or continues to fight trapped beasts, it depends on whether this step can be crossed!

Yang Hao, who already had a detailed plan, vaguely saw the picture of his infinite scenery after a few years in his sleep...... So he slept soundly!