"Director Duan, this is also good, Secretary Deng represents the Political and Legal Committee, and Secretary-General Zhao represents the government, and the two of them come, Xiao Jiang's side can be regarded as a comfort." Although he understood the trickiness in this, Chen Xiaoming still followed Duan Wendong's words.

Duan Wendong nodded and said, "Well, Mayor Tao can let Secretary General Zhao come over, which is not bad!" ”

When the car arrived at the funeral home, the logistics staff coming and going in the funeral home were busy. Nian Zhengxin stood in a middle position of the funeral parlor with a pale face, directing people to place all kinds of things, and when he saw Duan Wendong coming over, he hurried up.

"Director Duan, how is it? Secretary Li, he can't come over? ”

Looking forward to the new year, I really hope to get the most hopeful answer. But looking at Duan Wendong's silence, he knew that he was disappointed. Looking at Duan Wendong's expression, Nian Zhengxin couldn't help but scold: "Damn, this person has risked his life, come to pay tribute to him?" Nothing remarkable, if you don't come, you won't come! ”

"Okay, old age, don't talk nonsense, wait a while Secretary Deng and Secretary General Zhao will come over, you can let people prepare!" Duan Wendong waved his hand towards Nian Zhengxin and said undoubtedly.

Although Nian Zhengxin's temper is hard, it depends on who he is right for, and in the face of Duan Wendong, who has a cold face, he really can't get tough. At this time, looking at Duan Wendong's expression, he agreed, and said to Chen Xiaoming, who was standing next to Duan Wendong: "Xiao Chen, you go and talk about this matter." ”

After Chen Xiaoming left, Nian Zhengxin came to Duan Wendong's side and said, "Director Duan, those people are really fucking ......"

"Okay, you don't have to complain about others, they also have difficulties, no one wants to offend people for no reason, especially their bosses, you don't blame others too much."

After saying a few words to Nian Zhengxin, Duan Wendong pulled Nian Zhengxin to the location of his relatives. Jiang's father and Jiang's mother are both in their sixties, and they both look very haggard at this time. Now the main person who deals with things is Jiang Cunming's brother.

For Duan Wendong and Nian Zhengxin, the people of the Jiang family are still very grateful, after all, running around Jiang Cunming's funeral as Duan Wendong is a kind of face in itself.

"Director Duan, Captain Nian, you have been busy for a day, and it is time to rest. Don't wear you out anymore. After saying a few words to Duan Wendong, Father Jiang took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket tremblingly.

Facing this strong old man, Duan Wendong and Nian Zhengxin didn't know what to say, after the two of them took the cigarette, Duan Wendong said a few words about the arrangements for the memorial service, and said softly: "Teacher Jiang." The municipal party committee and government attach great importance to Cunming's sacrifice in his work this time. Wait for the memorial service, Secretary Deng of the Municipal Legal Committee and Secretary General Zhao of the municipal government met and came to attend. ”

The son has died, and the white-haired man sends the black-haired man, and this pain is indescribable. I heard that the leaders of the Municipal Legal Committee and the municipal government came over, held Duan Wendong's hand and said, "Director Duan, let you worry about it!" After saying a few more words, Duan Wendong walked out of the family area. What followed him out was Nian Zhengxin. Nian Zhengxin looked at Duan Wendong and slammed his fist on the tree next to the funeral home.

He didn't speak. But his emotions Duan Wendong understood. After a moment of silence, Duan Wendong said in an unquestionable tone: "You must remember that no matter what, you must do a good job in this memorial service." ”

Nian Zhengxin has dealt with Duan Wendong for many years, and it is rare to see Duan Wendong say such hard words, so he nodded and said that he understood what Duan Wendong meant.

Nine-and-a-half, the memorial service officially began, in the low mourning music. Jiang Cunming's handsome photo was hung on the mourning hall. Underneath the mourning hall, family members stood quietly on both sides. Silent silence.

Duan Wendong, Nian Zhengxin, and the heads of the Donghong City Public Security Bureau system quietly walked into the mourning hall one by one, bowing to the young man who was looking at them, as if he was smiling at them, and mourned in silence.

As the host of this memorial service, Duan Wendong's heart is undoubtedly heavy. He looked at the young smiling face, and wanted to silently say to the man all the way, that your grievances have been washed away, and that we will definitely bring the suspect to justice in accordance with the law for your blood feud, and we will definitely bring your family to ......

Duan Wendong felt that he had a lot to say, but in the end, he didn't say anything to the young man with a bright smile in the middle of the mourning hall. It's too late for him to say anything.

"Condolences and change." Gently, four words finally came out of Duan Wendong's mouth. These four words, he said to Jiang's father and Jiang's mother who were standing on the side, and also to Xiao Mu who was standing on the side.

Xiao Mu is a strong and respectable woman, although this woman's appearance is average, but in Duan Wendong's heart, this woman is a respectable and admirable woman, not only because she told the truth when her husband was about to suffer an injustice, but also because of her dedication to love.

A good one

Why can't people get good rewards?

The thoughts in his heart flickered silently in Duan Wendong's heart, but he still gently suppressed those thoughts, there were some things that he could not control.

A sound of mourning sounded in the mourning hall, and one by one saluted the comrade-in-arms who left early in the middle. Just when everything was going on in an orderly manner, Chen Xiaoming, who was maintaining order outside, walked in quickly.

Chen Xiaoming's expression was tinged with a hint of coldness. This kind of coldness made Duan Wendong have a bad feeling. He didn't speak, just looked at Chen Xiaoming with his eyes. Chen Xiaoming hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Director, Director Luo of the Municipal Legal Committee is here!" ”

Director Luo, Duan Wendong was stunned, not that he didn't know this Director Luo, but he didn't expect this Director Luo to come. Director Luo is the director of the Office of the Municipal Legal Committee, and Duan Wendong has dealt with him and can be regarded as acquaintances.

Coming over as the director of the office, this is nothing, but why did Chen Xiaoming just mention Director Luo and not Secretary Deng? The thought flashed in his heart, and Duan Wendong said to Chen Xiaoming: "Xiaoming, has Secretary Deng come over?" ”

"Secretary Deng didn't come." Chen Xiaoming gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice.

Secretary Deng didn't come over, and Director Luo, who didn't have to come, didn't have to come. If Duan Wendong couldn't guess what this meant, his public security chief really didn't have to do it.

Nian Zhengxin stood beside Duan Wendong, and at this time he said angrily: "Director Duan, since you don't want to come, don't be patient with them coming, without those dog heads, you won't be able to hold a banquet!" ”

Duan Wendong waved his hand, he glanced at the family members who were mourning in silence in the mourning hall, and then said in a deep voice: "Since you are here, you are here to mourn Xiao Jiang, old man, you go with me to greet Director Luo." ”

When I walked outside the mourning hall again, Director Luo was smoking with several staff members of the Political and Legal Committee, and a wreath was placed beside them. When he saw Duan Wendong walking out, Director Na Luo said with a smile on his face: "Director Duan, Secretary Deng had already gotten into the car, but halfway through, suddenly a call came from home, saying that his wife was sick, and he could only take the car and go back." Secretary Deng asked me to tell you, please don't be surprised. ”

It's weird, what can I see now, since people are fighting to move out of the memorial hall to move out of the old lady's illness. Even if he Duan Wendong knew what was going on, he could only stuff things into his stomach.

"Secretary Deng's mother doesn't have anything to do, after this matter is over, I will definitely go and see." Although he disdains such a small means, Duan Wendong still said the favor words that should be left, and he didn't want people to find fault in this regard.

"I called Secretary Deng just now, there shouldn't be anything, haha!" While Director Luo was speaking, he looked into the mourning hall and said, "Director Duan, why don't we go and worship first, there are still a lot of things waiting to be arranged over there." ”

Duan Wendong nodded, he arranged for Chen Xiaoming, and Director Luo and the others walked into the mourning hall with wreaths. The mourning was slow, as if with endless grief, but at this moment, Duan Wendong's heart was already free from anger.

There are some people who really can't look past him, but now even if he can't look past it, he has to watch it. After all, at this time, everything is based on the past.

The dead are great, and the earth is safe!

Before Director Luo and the others came out, several people walked in carrying a wreath. The one who walked in the front saw Duan Wendong, so he walked over quickly and said, "Director Duan, you are always here to greet us, we are flattered!" Looking at the person's flattering smile, after a while, Duan Wendong matched this person to the number, isn't this person Xiao He, the deputy director of the Fifth Division of the Government Office in charge of Mayor Tao's work? Why did he get here?

"Hello Xiao He." Although he had a bad feeling in his heart, Duan Wendong still didn't rudely stretch out his hand to Xiao He.

After Xiao He shook hands with Duan Wendong with a smile, he said with a smile: "Director Duan, our Secretary General Zhao was going to come over, this thing is ready, just about to get in the car, what, his wife called and said that his mother was not feeling well and was going to be sent to the hospital." There is no way, Secretary-General Zhao can only go to the hospital first, he asked me to tell Director Duan about you, just say this matter, there is really that ......"

"Filial piety comes first, and if there is something in the secretary-general's family, we must deal with it first." Duan Wendong patted Xiao He on the shoulder, arranged two sentences for a staff member standing there, and asked him to take Xiao He and them to the mourning hall to worship first.

But at this time, his heart seemed to be burning with a raging fire, he knew that all this was not accidental, but in the face of all this, he felt that he was so powerless.

Grandma, how the fuck are you all so fucking lucky!

PS: I've been busy all day and don't have time to proofread, sorry! Strive to upload it as soon as possible tomorrow.