Mao Xiaoye's answer made Zheng Weimin overjoyed, the little girl doesn't need to train, she can go to work directly tomorrow, and it also saves Xia Xiaojie a lot of trouble, and the feeling of anxiety in his heart was suddenly eliminated a lot, he turned his head to Brother Mao and said: "Brother Mao, tomorrow Xiaoye can go to work in the hotel typing room, if you don't worry, get up tomorrow and go to the typing room on the first floor to have a look." ”

Brother Mao was too late to be grateful, how could he be uneasy, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, don't worry, Zheng Zhishu, your character didn't say, if I don't believe you, who else in this world can make people believe it." Brother Mao sighed when he said this, and said: "Zheng Zhishu, it is really a blessing for the people to have a good cadre like you in the village, I really wish you came to our village to be the party secretary." ”

Brother Mao thought that several small coal mines in the village were occupied by village cadres, and he unconsciously compared them with Zheng Weimin one by one, feeling that they were not as good as Zheng Zhishu, and he was instantly angry.

Zheng Weimin heard Brother Mao complain about the village cadres before, and he also promised to solve the problem for the people of their village, so he said: "Brother Mao, I promised to let your village cadres give you the embezzled money, and I will definitely do it for you, so that you give me the address and phone number of the village, and guarantee that within a week, your village cadres will obediently take the initiative to return the money to you." Seeing that Brother Mao's face was embarrassed, Zheng Weimin smiled and said: "Don't worry, Brother Mao, even if you do what I say, I will do it seamlessly, and I guarantee that your village leaders will not suspect you." ”

Saying that, Zheng Weimin walked to Brother Mao's bedside, leaned over and put his mouth close to Brother Mao's ear, and told Brother Mao his thoughts, although there were some words that Brother Mao didn't understand, but there were a few words, he still remembered it very well, it was a conventional method, but Zheng Zhishu played a small trick in the middle, thinking that several village cadres would not know at all, this matter had something to do with his Brother Mao, and he would not suspect himself, and he secretly admired Zheng Zhishu's ability.

Brother Mao nodded happily, happily picked up the pen and paper on the bedside table, handed it to his daughter Xiaoye, and asked her to write the phone numbers in the town and the village, as well as the calling address in the village. After settling down, Zheng Weimin saw that the time was not early, thinking that tomorrow morning, he would participate in the training in the province, and he might not be able to send Brother Mao on the train home, so he simply took out a thousand yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into Brother Mao's hand and asked him to pay for the journey home.

Brother Mao thought that Zheng Zhishu had paid too much for himself, and he was not sure that he wanted this thousand yuan anyway, Zheng Weimin knew that he might not have any money in his hands, so he finally came to Jiangzhou City, and went home happily to bring some special products to the wife, children and the elderly at home, seeing that Brother Mao insisted on not to, Zheng Weimin smiled and said: "Brother Mao, this way, what about this money, I lent it to you, you take it first, if you have plenty in your hands in the future, return the money to me, if you really don't make it, I won't urge you to ask for it, You can pay it back when you want, what do you think? ”

Zheng Weimin said sincerely, seeing that his father still refused to ask for it, Mao Xiaoye smiled with tears: "Abba, Zheng Zhishu's words have come to this point, don't shirk it, if you are afraid that you can't pay it back, won't you still have me?" When I have a salary in hand, I will pay back the Zheng branch secretary as soon as possible. Brother Mao thought that Zheng Zhishu was too polite, his heart was warm, he didn't want it, he really couldn't bear it, he felt that he was always troublesome Zheng Zhishu, a little embarrassed, so he refused to want it, seeing that his daughter Xiaoye said this, he simply took the money with a pair of rough hands, and was moved for a while, and unconsciously wiped his muddy tears with his sleeves.

Brother Mao knew that Zheng Zhishu's kindness would not be repaid for his whole life.

Zheng Weimin as a farewell to Brother Mao's father and daughter, seeing that the time has reached eleven o'clock in the evening, take the elevator down to the hall of the first elevator, there are one or two guests in the hall to check in for accommodation, Zheng Weimin glanced at the hall, did not see Xia Xiaojie, there seems to be a little disappointment in his heart, he hopes that Xia Xiaojie will suddenly appear in front of him, he takes another look at the heart-warming face and charming dimples, walks slowly, and sees that there is no movement, then he reluctantly walks towards the outside of the hotel.

Zheng Weimin walked to the small square in front of the hotel, and unconsciously thought of the familiar figure he saw inadvertently when he was fighting in the square today, and he had an indescribable feeling in his heart, thinking that Qin Shouguo might have to plot against himself this time, and suddenly remembered that figure again, and unconsciously his heart trembled, and he looked around vigilantly.

Seeing that there was nothing abnormal, Zheng Weimin took out the hand that was stretched into his arms again, the military dagger with a green handle, warmed by his body in his arms, seemed to have become a part of his life, he always wanted to touch it a few times when he had something to do, and he always felt a lot more at ease.

At this time, Zheng Weimin's eyelids jumped a few times, and he had a faint premonition that something was going to happen, the traffic on the street was a lot thinner, and the large and small vehicles seemed to be silent with the night, each speeding in the direction they wanted to go, and the tires rubbed against the asphalt ground to make a clattering sound, which was particularly harsh.

A cold wind poured into Zheng Weimin's neck, he quickly tightened his coat, strode away from Jinggu Hotel and walked fifty meters east, he wanted to take this opportunity to observe the movement around him, so that he could have a preparation in his heart, fortunately, as usual, he couldn't see any abnormal movement, Zheng Weimin then reached out to stop a car of dirt, ready to take a taxi back to Haitian Hotel.

On the roof of the car, there was a taxi with bright yellow advertising lights, ready to stop next to Zheng Weimin, suddenly, seeing three people wearing socks behind Zheng Weimin walking towards Zheng Weimin at high speed, the driver was frightened, increased the accelerator and fled, Zheng Weimin was so strange, suddenly thinking about the driver's wow just now, realized that it was not good, and was about to touch the dagger in his arms, in an instant, two cold hard objects against his waist.

"Don't move, get in the car with us, or we'll kill you with one shot." A killer said coldly.

Zheng Weimin immediately realized the real danger and came to prison, with the sensitivity of his special forces, he knew that the owners of the two guns behind him were by no means street gangsters, and he could walk behind him so quickly and attack himself without realizing it, and he was not aware of it at all, he must also be a master, because several top masters in Zheng Weimin were in the special forces, basically felt it clearly, but the two people behind him had a quiet breath, light steps, and fast shots.

At this moment, Zheng Weimin's heart was pounding, he knew that the comer was not good, the two guns were against his waist, it was impossible to resist, otherwise, he would be killed instantly, Zheng Weimin forcibly suppressed his nervous feelings, and he suddenly realized that the other party came directly and pressed the gun against his body, which showed that the other party would definitely not kill himself immediately, otherwise, he would have pulled the trigger a long time ago.

"Who are you?" Zheng Weimin turned around slowly, two guns behind him, against his waist, and directly in front of him was a man wearing stockings and a miniature pistol in his hand, Zheng Weimin was shocked, but he didn't expect that the other party was a total of three people.