cpa300_4(); Yu Moran frowned: "By the way, Jiangzhou sent me a few urgent texts, I have to hurry up and read the reply." Uncle and uncle, aunt and mother, sister and brother and sister, I am lost first, you continue to play, you must have fun! After saying that, he disappeared with a smoke.

Yu Moran said that he had an article to read, and he was not completely lying in order to prevaricate the elders, and these days on vacation, he did pile up a bunch of articles, and one of the more annoying ones was the article about smuggling.

It is said that we are in a vast China, the land is vast and the people are already the masters of the country, and there are so many delicate and beautiful rivers and mountains, and the masters of some countries always want to vote for the country with their feet, and at every turn, there are snakeheads who organize a group of people to smuggle people to other countries.

Jiangzhou is the southernmost state of China, adjacent to many small countries in Southeast Asia, whose economic development level is far less than that of Huaxia, but many people still flee through the border of Jiangzhou every year.

They first escaped to small countries in Southeast Asia, and then reached Singapore in Malacca or the Emerald Kingdom in the Emerald Islands through various channels, some of them would settle down in these two countries to work and earn money and seek green cards, while the remaining people would continue to use various channels to travel to the United States, Western Europe and other countries.

Although these people who fled to foreign countries through the border of Jiangzhou are not all from Jiangzhou, but from all over China, as long as they escape through the border of Jiangzhou, Yu Moran, the vice governor of Jiangzhou, will be responsible on his shoulders, and some deputies will say in the motion that it is because Jiangzhou is not governed enough, causing these people to vote with their feet.

There is nothing to worry about when the deputies made comments during the two sessions, and politicians from other political factions shouted and shouted. Yu Moran didn't take them seriously, and now the key point is that during the period when Yu Moran was on vacation, on the border between Jiangzhou and Myanmar, the sentry in Huaxia shot and killed a smuggler who crossed the border line, and the matter was somehow stabbed on the Internet, and it was hyped up for a while, and the spearhead was pointed at the Jiangzhou government, and the government public relations of Jiangzhou was obviously unfavorable to the handling of this matter, and the netizens were shouting more strictly.

Governor Jiangzhou didn't expect that he would be disgusted by a bunch of small fly feces by accident. In desperation, on the morning of the second day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, he urgently recruited Yu Modye to end his vacation. He returned to Jiangzhou to personally preside over the handling of smuggling matters.

Seeing that although his younger brother was dull, he started working in an orderly manner, Yu Moran ended his vacation with some peace of mind and returned to Jiangzhou to take up his post.

Miaocheng, the capital of Jiangdu. Eleven o'clock in the evening.

Yu Moran pulled the box and got on the airport bus. Didn't alarm the secretary's assistant bodyguard. Like an ordinary traveler, he returned to the city.

In front of him sat two brothers, one apparently picking up the other.

"Brother. Got dinner on the plane? The younger brother who picked up the airport asked.

"What can you eat on a plane? After eating a bunch of mustard, my stomach is still spicy. My brother touched his stomach and said in disgust.

The younger brother smiled: "It just so happens that I will treat you to something delicious tonight, and I promise that you will be full of praise for eating!" ”

The elder brother said disdainfully: "It's all this, except for going to Yonghe soy milk for fast food, all other places are closed, could it be that you suddenly learned to cook and cook good dishes in the past few days when I was away?" ”

"Brother, you really look up to me, I plan to pay attention to the kitchen in the next life. In the past few days of your absence, I have found a place with good food. Just north of the Chenghuang Temple, a small rice stall, the boss is not from Jiangzhou, there is no business license, during the day, the industrial and commercial city management does not dare to open during working hours, and only comes out to set up a stall in the middle of the night every day, only selling fried rice, but the taste of fried rice, as long as you eat it once, you will think about eating it every day! The younger brother reveled in the delicious taste as he spoke.

The elder brother said: "A fried rice can make your foodie's saliva flow like this, okay, let's go to the City God Temple for fried rice in the middle of the night in a while." ”

Yu Moran in the back seat thought about it, his stomach was also a little hungry, the City God Temple was not far from where he lived, and it was quite unusual to set up a stall to sell fried rice in the middle of the night, so he decided to follow these two brothers to take a look.

The station of the City God Temple got off the bus, and Yu Mo Ran followed the two brothers to the north of the City God Temple unhurriedly.

At 0:00 in the morning, before turning the corner of the street, I heard the voice of the people, could it be that the people of Miaocheng have been sleeping backwards recently, and they only came out to do activities in the middle of the night?

Turning the corner of the street, Yu Moran was also stunned by the scene in front of him, a long queue formed on the north square of the city god, looking at the formation, there must be three hundred people, men and women, all kinds of people, and there are still people standing in line at the end of the line.

The younger brother who walked in front pulled his brother and said, "Hurry up and line up, or you won't be able to eat tonight!" ”

Yu Moran also wanted to take a few steps to keep up with the two, but suddenly a BMW stopped on his way, and a middle-aged man got out of the BMW car and hurriedly ran to the back of the line to line up.

Yu Moran's curiosity, which had not appeared for a long time, suddenly rose at this moment, and he hurriedly followed with the box, standing at the end of the line and lining up. was blocked by the BMW car like this, and there were more than a dozen people separated from the two brothers in front.

He had just stood up, and within a few minutes, there was a queue of more than twenty people standing behind him. He muttered in his heart, when will the customer team selling fried rice dare to compete with the team of my Huaxia Industrial and Commercial Bank!

Yu Moran couldn't help but pat the person in front of him and asked, "With such a long queue, when will it be our turn?" ”

The middle-aged brother in front of him thought for a while and said, "It's our turn in three hours." ”

Yu Moran really couldn't understand the behavior of these people, and really suspected that they had escaped from a mental hospital: "Wait three hours for a fried rice!" You're so persistent! ”

When the brothers in line at the back heard this, they said, "It's a handsome guy, why don't you stop queuing up and go home early to wash and sleep." ”

Yu Moran looked at the long line in front of him, and then at the expanding line in the rear, and shook his head firmly: "No, I must taste how delicious the fried rice that can make three hundred people, no, it is now four hundred people who queue up until dawn in the middle of the night." ”

At this moment, the governor of Jiangzhou and the Standing Committee of the First Cadre were anxiously waiting for the vice governor to arrive in the office, but the vice governor was waiting in line in the square for fried rice.

Yu Moran's cell phone rang, and the governor's private number called:

"Mo Ran, did you get off the plane?"

"Oh, I've already arrived in Miaocheng, but I've got some tricky things to do here, so you don't have to wait for me, it'll take about three or four hours. I'll call you when the matter is settled. Yu Moran, who was determined to wait for fried rice, released the pigeons of the governor and the Standing Committee.

Looking at the still long line, Yu Moran couldn't help but say: "If someone cuts the queue in front of this, or one person carries fried rice for several people, won't it be our turn until dawn?" (To be continued...... ）