The monk who threw the "Luohan stick" was less than half a zhang away from Zheng Yifeng, and he saw that the "Luohan stick" was about to hit Zheng Yifeng's head, Zheng Yifeng raised his right hand unhurriedly, and used his index finger to lightly flick the "Luohan stick", the movement trajectory of the stick changed suddenly, and it ran towards the monk's body. The monk poked his left hand forward with great calmness, and in the blink of an eye, the "Arhat stick" was in the monk's hand again. Seeing this, Zheng Yifeng secretly exclaimed: "He was able to catch my full throw!" This person is no small thing! ”

Zheng Yifeng settled down, and he said earnestly: "We will send you the demolition fee in full." As for your abbot, that's a matter for the public security department, and they will investigate it clearly. Then, he turned his head sideways and said to Pan Yuhong: "The monk who threw the stick will keep an eye on me." ”

Just then, a series of sirens rang out from the east. In a short time, there were about 30 policemen, armed with electric batons, and walked towards the door of the demolition and relocation office. The original monks were split in two by these policemen.

After a few words to the rest of the officers, the rest of the officers compressed the monks at the gate of the demolition office. The policeman at the head walked a few steps and came to Zheng Yifeng, he saluted Zheng Yifeng with a peugeot, and said solemnly: "Director Zheng! My name is Xiong Zhaoxi, and I am the leader of the emergency response team. The officers of the first detachment of the traffic police have all been dispatched, and they can all arrive here in about ten minutes. Zheng Yifeng said: "Right now, we have to cooperate with each other to clear this road, so that the car can drive in." By the way, how do you know that I am Director Zheng? Xiong Zhaoxi said with a smile: "Before I acted, Director You personally told me that the director of the Demolition and Relocation Office, Zheng Yifeng, is a young and imposing little black face. Zheng Yifeng joked: "I admit that I am not as well maintained as your Director You." Xiong Zhaoxi smiled and went to evacuate the monks.

In about a quarter of an hour, the first detachment of the city traffic police and the riot police arrived at the gate of the demolition and relocation office, and as soon as these two living forces joined it, the effect was soon apparent. Some of the monks wanted to escape, but they were surrounded by the police and the demolition team, as impenetrable as iron buckets, not to mention a monk, not even a mosquito would want to fly out of the small open-air square.

Suddenly, three white business vans drove from the west like a lightning switch, Zheng Yifeng stood on a high place, looked at it, he secretly screamed badly. The car stopped suddenly, and suddenly, more than a dozen reporters with cameras came out of the three white vans, and they filmed the scene of the police officers and the demolition team surrounding the monks.

Wu Youming, who was standing on the periphery of the encirclement, saw this, and he immediately called more than 20 members of the demolition team and rushed to those reporters together. The reporters were taking pictures with relish, and they were so frightened that they retreated back when they saw more than 20 members of the demolition team rushing towards them.

At this time, Wu Youming yelled: "Don't leave a bitch!" Zheng Yifeng looked for prestige, only to see Wu Youming taking the lead and moving forward bravely, and he immediately pulled a reporter's collar into his hand, and before the reporter could react, he slapped him in the face. Then, Wu Youming snatched the camera in his hand, raised his arms, was level with his head, and slammed it to the ground, with a "pop" sound, and the camera was smashed apart.

Seeing this situation, Zheng Yifeng was shocked into a cold sweat, he hurriedly unfolded the "Cloud Avoidance Technique", rushed to Wu Youming's place, and shouted loudly: "Wu Youming!" Stop it! Don't use force against journalists! Let them shoot! But Wu Youming was like a deaf man, he followed the reporter with a left hook, hitting the reporter to the ground. Zheng Yifeng roared angrily: "Wu Youming! You can't rebel if you want to! Stop it all! As soon as the more than 20 workers of the demolition team heard this, they all stopped one after another.

At this time, Wu Youming looked at Zheng Yifeng, and he said loudly: "Director! What did you just say! I didn't hear clearly! As soon as Zheng Yifeng heard this, his nose was crooked.

Suddenly, Zheng Yifeng came to Wu Youming's side, and he said with a tiger's eyes: "Director Wu, why did you beat people just now!" Wu Youming said confidently: "He shot something that shouldn't have been filmed!" Zheng Yifeng snorted coldly and said, "Really? As soon as the words fell, Zheng Yifeng used the tip of his right foot to kick the recess of Wu Youming's left and right knees, and each kicked it, and a "plop" sound was heard in the ear chakra, and Wu Youming knelt down straight.

At this time, Zheng Yifeng bent down, and he stretched out his right hand to help the reporter who was beaten by Wu Youming up. Zheng Yifeng's left hand was not idle, it was like an iron claw pressing on Wu Youming's right shoulder, making it impossible to stand up. Zheng Yifeng said to the reporter in a sneering manner: "This gentleman, I'm really sorry! He apologizes to you now! The reporter saw Wu Youming kneeling in front of him with a swollen face, and he said embarrassedly: "Forget it! Zheng Yifeng then removed his left hand from Wu Youming's right shoulder.

Wu Youming stood up suddenly, he patted the dust on his knees with both hands, and said angrily to Zheng Yifeng: "Zheng Yifeng! What are you!? Dare me to kneel!? You wait for me! Wu Youming walked out of the crowd angrily. At this moment, the remaining 20 or so members of the demolition team also followed Wu Youming and left.

An hour later, all the monks were escorted to the Municipal Public Security Bureau and a nearby police station for questioning and investigation. Zheng Yifeng sat in the office, he dialed Kong Linxiang's phone, and after connecting, he said: "Secretary Kong, do you want to pull out all the thorns in the power circle in the province?" Kong Linxiang pondered for a moment, and he sighed: "This matter is too risky. Zheng Yifeng pretended to be disappointed and said, "Okay, goodbye!" ”

In the evening, all kinds of radio stations in the province broadcast the "monk group surname conflict" of the demolition and relocation office. When Kong Linxiang saw it, he was so angry that his ear chakras turned purple. Kong Linxiang stabilized his mind, he dialed Pan Bushang's phone, as soon as the phone was connected, Kong Linxiang couldn't say anything, and scolded with a face: "My instructions, how did you do this!" Have you, the director of the Civil Affairs Bureau and the head of the Propaganda Department, been in office for a long time? Can't sit comfortably?! Pan Bushang said in a panic: "Secretary Kong, what's going on!" What am I doing wrong? Kong Linxiang said coldly: "Don't pretend to be confused!" "Monk Group Surname Conflict Incident" is what you approved to broadcast to the public! Pan Bushang said in an aggrieved tone: "Secretary Kong! You've wronged me! As soon as you ended the call with me, I immediately gave a death order to the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television! I don't know how they dare to disobey my commands. ”