Peng Zongming came very quickly.

Among all the leading cadres who greeted Shao Linghong today, Peng Zongming may be the most nervous and boring in his heart. Although he still stayed in Jiu'an, stayed in the municipal party committee, and held such an important position as the secretary of the Torch District Party Committee, it is obvious that his prestige has been greatly reduced. Naturally, this prestige refers to the prestige in the officialdom and in the minds of the cadres, not the prestige among the masses in Jiuan.

That's not the same thing.

In the minds of cadres, the prestige of the leader is mainly determined by whether the leader is powerful enough, whether he has real power in his hands, whether he has the means to play with power, and whether his ability to rectify the person is "of the highest grade". Prior to this, Peng Zongming was undoubtedly a very "qualified" powerful leader, Xin Mingming's cronies, who had been in charge of the public security organs for many years, and had made a name for himself in the municipal legal organs. As for Peng Zongming's image among the people, it is estimated that it is not much different from shit. If you call him the director of the grain bureau, the real director of the grain bureau must feel aggrieved.

Peng Zongming also knows that his career and even his life have reached the most critical moment, and what will happen in the future depends on whether he can cope with everything that happens next.

As soon as Ji Changjie explained the situation on the walkie-talkie, Peng Zongming was covered in cold sweat, and without saying a word, he got out of the car and ran forward. Peng Zongming is in his fifties, and his body was okay before, but in the past few years, his position has been high, and he enjoys it well, so he doesn't pay much attention to exercise. ran in front of Xin Mingliang in one breath, he was already out of breath, and he couldn't even say a word.

Xin Mingliang glared at him, angrily pointed to the funeral procession that was slowly driving over, and said, "You go" to stop them. If you can't stop it, you know what the consequences will be! ”

"Yes, yes...... Xin Shu uh......"

Peng Zongming wiped a cold sweat and stammered.

"Go!"

Xin Mingliang could barely bear to kick him in the ass. This Peng Zongming, I don't know what's going on in the past few years, and he has become more and more a bastard, if it weren't for the face of the past, Xin Mingliang really wanted to kill him to the end, so he couldn't go to Shao Linghong to intercede.

"Uh......"

Peng Zongming gasped and ran towards the funeral convoy again.

Ji Changjie and the two police inspectors habitually followed, ran a few steps behind, and invariably stopped their steps. Nowadays, Peng Zongming is no longer the director of the Jiu'an City Gongluan Bureau, and the director of the Jiu'an City Gong'an City is surnamed Liu from today!

Secretary Liu's car was not far behind, maybe the tall young man's cold eyes were looking at them at the moment. What's more, Secretary Xin is also here. It is still important to protect Secretary Xin. Ji Changjie immediately led the two police inspectors and returned to Xin Mingming's side, still holding the gun in his hand, and put on a posture of full vigilance.

The cadres of Quan Jiu'an know that Secretary Xin just likes this feeling of the stars holding the moon.

Peng Zongming ran over to the hearse, waving his hands as he ran, and yelled hoarsely: "Stop, stop, you bastards ......"

If Secretary Peng had a fried medicine bag in his hand now, he might not hesitate to stuff the explosive medicine bag under the hearse and blow them up to the ground, and they would never be able to live forever.

The driver of the hearse was startled and reflexively applied the brakes.

"Bastard, who told you to stop? What should I do if I am delayed? Drive and lose, see if he dares to stop! ”

A bald thug sitting next to the driver roared angrily, his face full of anger.

"Third brother, no, then ...... That's Director Peng! ”

"What Director Peng?"

The third brother is still roaring!

"Director Peng, from the Public Security Bureau, Brother An, his son!"

The driver shouted.

"What?"

Brother Lan suddenly felt excited, and he came down in a cold sweat.

Before I could think about it, a few well-dressed young men ran over in the convoy behind them, all armed with machetes and iron rods and other murder weapons, and they looked like the more heady and faceless characters in the hooligan ruffian, shouting and shouting.

"Why park?"

"Who ate the gall of a leopard and dared to stop our car?"

"Hack him!"

The scene was a mess.

"You bastards, get out of here!"

Peng Zongming was almost so angry that he vomited blood.

The bald third brother hurriedly jumped down from the hearse, stopped those menacing latecomers, and said in a low voice: "Don't mess around, don't mess around, this is Director Peng, Brother An, his son!" ”

"Ahh

The imposing gangsters were also dumbfounded and at a loss.

"Get out! Make a U-turn now! Get back in now! ”

Peng Zongming used all his strength to yell at a group of hooligans.

"Hurry up, go quickly, turn around and turn around......"

The bald third brother was also frightened......" urged repeatedly. Although I don't know what happened, it's not funny for Director Peng to be so angry, if Brother An is investigated, who the can't eat and walk around?

As for whether it delayed the time of the fifth brother's burial, who can take care of it now!

At the next moment, a group of hooligans hurriedly got into the car, and they made a fuss and turned around on the highway and returned to the road. In the panic, the two cars collided together, but no one bothered to pay attention, as long as the car could still move, they didn't dare to stop and run away.

Seeing this posture, Xin Mingliang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hand, and said, "Go!" ”

Ji Changjie and the others immediately returned to the police car, sounded the siren, and rushed through the mouth with a whining. Ji Changjie took the walkie-talkie in the car and called out to his colleagues in the detachment, asking them to immediately go on duty on the road, stop all suspicious vehicles along the way, and ensure the smooth passage of the convoy.

This can't happen again!

Xin Mingliang still returned to the No. 3 car of the Provincial Party Committee, and as soon as he got in the car, his face changed by a hundred, and he became full of smiles again.

"What's going on?"

Shao Linghong witnessed all this from beginning to end, asked coldly with a straight face.

"I'm sorry, old leader, unfortunately, there is a funeral convoy just about to pass here, and there is a little traffic jam......"

Xin Mingliang smiled with a smile on his face, and hurriedly explained, his body was already soaked with sweat. If I knew this, I should have "cleaned the street", wouldn't such an embarrassing thing happen?

It's your own negligence!

It's really unfortunate.

Shao Linghong sneered and said, "Mingming, you won't be honest with me now?" Those people, dressed in strange clothes, holding a murder weapon in their hands, arrogant, are not ordinary people? ”

"This ~~ old leader ......"

The incident happened suddenly, and Xin Mingliang really didn't know how to reply to Shao Linghong's questioning.

"Humph!"

Shao Linghong snorted heavily, like a muffled thunder, exploding on Xin Mingming's head, shocking him a little dizzy. According to Xin Mingming's understanding of Shao Linghong for many years, he knew that this time, the old leader was really angry. This is a very serious problem.

Every cadre in the system, no matter how majestic and domineering he is, and how good he is in his words, has a root in the officialdom. Without this root, everything would be illusory.

Xin Mingming's root is Shao Linghong.

Xin Mingliang has never been the secretary of the Jiu'an Prefectural Party Committee, nor has he become the secretary of the Jiu'an Municipal Party Committee, but he has become the de facto supreme "collar sleeve" of Jiu'an, and the root of it is not how good his own ability is, but mainly because of Shao Linghong's complete trust and support. Without Shao Linghong's support, Wang Shiheng and Lu Mo, two of Xin Mingming's old subordinates, could not become the secretary of the Jiu'an Municipal Party Committee and the mayor. Xin Mingming's prestige in Jiu'an will be greatly reduced.

And now Shao Linghong is angry, which means that Xin Mingliang may lose Shao Linghong's trust and support. Once the cadres of Jiu'an have this feeling, it will be a fatal threat to Xin Mingming's status.

"Old leader, I review, I review! These people are indeed some ruffian street fighters, and the one who died is also a ruffian street fighter, so ...... Chuan."

Xin Mingliang immediately decided to tell Shao Linghong the truth. If you want Shao Linghong to continue to trust him, the only way is to make Shao Linghong feel his sincerity, and feel that he is still the same Xin Mingliang who was loyal to the old leader and obedient to his orders.

"So they're hurting them?"

Shao Linghong snorted again.

Xin Mingliang only has a junior high school education, but Shao Linghong is a college student. College students in the fifties, that was a real intellectual. So many people don't understand why...... Xin Mingming, who is as old as an old man, can be so favored in front of Shao Linghong, an intellectual. Two people are two different types. However, this kind of situation is not uncommon in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad. Among the founding generals, there are quite a few "rough people" who are extremely favored by the great collars

About Shao Linghong, Xin Mingming's vulgarity and unwriting, right? I think this kind of person is simple-minded and will not engage in any conspiracy, so he should be reliable.

"Yes, yes, the old leader, things hurt their kind, things hurt their kind......"

Xin Mingliang said again and again, in fact, he may not know what it means to hurt things, but he just habitually echoes Shao Linghong.

"You, Chuan Hi!"

Shao Linghong shook his head, but he didn't reprimand him again.

After all, Xin Mingliang is also in his fifties, and he is a high authority, in front of other people, Shao Linghong also has to save some face for him.

Seeing that Shao Linghong's face gradually calmed down, Xin Mingming's heart gradually settled down, and secretly reached out to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, and moved his body slightly, the sweat stuck to his shirt, which was very uncomfortable.

Next, there were no more accidents, and the convoy drove unimpeded and drove directly into the Chutian Hotel in the Torch District of Jiu'an City. Chutian Hotel is a guest house of Jiu'an Municipal Government, and important leaders from the province have come here, most of whom stay here, and occasionally stay in Yinyan Hotel.

When I arrived at the Chutian Hotel, it was almost twelve o'clock. At half past two in the afternoon, a small-scale cadre meeting was held in the conference room of the Chutian Hotel, and the appointment document of the provincial party committee was read out to welcome Liu Weihong to take office.