Today, there is the sun in Oulothai.

However, at seven o'clock in northern Xinjiang, it had already entered twilight.

On both sides of the street, there are many people riding bicycles.

The weather is cold, the road is very slippery, and from time to time there are bicyclers turning over on their backs.

In this weather, the people who ride bicycles out are themselves forced by life, but they are also solid, except for a few people who can't get up on the road, other people pat their butts, get up and ride on.

"Olotai is still very poor!" Li Kaijun and Yan Haidong came to greet him, and Wushan was a little tired after getting into the car, and he didn't speak all the time, and suddenly started to speak.

When he didn't speak, the two subordinates were also apprehensive, so they exchanged a few words of greeting in the airport and closed their mouths knowingly.

This time, Li Kaijun was not able to compete with Cai Qin, and he did not move, but he had the identity of a member of the Provincial Political and Legal Committee and executive deputy secretary.

He was not too frustrated, after all, Cai Qin had been on the public security front for more years than himself, and it was normal to be the second-in-command of the Political and Legal Committee.

Besides, a farmer's child, because he was fortunate enough to get acquainted with Wushan, has become a department-level cadre before he is confused, so what is there to be dissatisfied?

As for Yan Haidong, it is the greatest blessing to be able to follow Secretary Wu.

No matter where you are, there are capable people, and the key is to have someone to discover the disease and guide it correctly.

Even in Victoria, which used to be one of the poorest places in China, there are many capable people, but there are no good Bole.

Although the deputy secretary of the prefectural party committee has only risen a little higher than the propaganda minister, ranking second in the party. In many areas, in essence, the deputy secretaries who manage the party and the masses in this way are idle.

Secretary Wu is obviously not such a person, that is, when he was the party propaganda minister, he let himself do everything. I believe that there will be more opportunities in the future.

"Secretary, a lot has changed since you came." In terms of improvisation, Li Kaijun couldn't catch up with Yan Haidong, so he naturally took the lead.

"I'm not nitpicking," Wu Shan shook his head and pointed out the window: "There are a lot more cyclists than cars, this kind of weather." Cycling on the road is dangerous. ”

Before getting on the plane, he called Secretary Song and explained the reason why he couldn't go to Wushi to meet him immediately.

Song Hanliang didn't take it seriously at all. Let him handle the internal affairs of Northern Xinjiang with peace of mind, and the opposition voices in the provincial party committee can be carried by himself.

Even Secretary Song didn't say it, Wushan also accepted his affection very much.

A 30-year-old member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee, not to mention the former secretary Wang Enmao. Even Gu Qianli, who is in his own line, doesn't have the courage to let himself go.

"Secretary. The divide between rich and poor is the same everywhere. Li Kaijun sighed: "When I returned to my hometown, I saw that there were far fewer people who could afford to drive than in our northern Xinjiang. ”

"We can't be complacent," Wu Shan said sternly, "This matter of the printing company has sounded a wake-up call for us, and even we have such a difficult place under our noses." ”

After saying that, he closed his eyes in pain.

He didn't know Zhou Jingqiu, nor did he know the director of a printing house.

As a local official who rose all the way from deputy commissioner, commissioner to secretary of the prefectural party committee, Oulothai visited everywhere. But ignoring the present, it's terrible.

Plainly. is poor and troublesome, otherwise a wife and a mother would not be able to bear to go to Huangquan with her husband and daughter.

In all fairness, how much pain was in her heart? It's impossible to do that without pushing it to the extreme.

It happened, more than a day has passed, the other party's bones are not cold, but the head of the printing company and the district commissioner are pushing the cup and changing the lamp together, and they don't think about how to deal with the problem at all.

On the phone, it was not made clear that Li Kaijun had only now begun to introduce the specific facts of the case.

Zhou Jingqin took his sister's pen, grief-stricken, and immediately went to the Municipal Public Security Bureau, but was kicked to the Regional Public Security Bureau.

Fortunately, Li Kaijun encountered it, and he was filled with righteous indignation and pursued it as soon as possible.

As secretary of the Political and Legal Committee and director of the Public Security Bureau, he spent most of his time in the Public Security Bureau, causing the president of the court and the chief prosecutor to complain.

But Li Kaijun still goes his own way, likes the work of the Public Security Bureau very much, and can be said to be obsessed.

Cui Xuyi and Zhou Jingqiu's friendship, because one of the parties is dead, with a letter, it is difficult to define whether it is a strong woman, and the only way to find new evidence is to find new evidence.

Perhaps elsewhere, the police are guilty of all cases. Under the rule of Wushan, it was advocated from the beginning that no matter the inference, there was no doubt about the guilt.

Since ancient times, the people have not raised officials and not held accountable, and the public security bureau has a lot of things, and the vast majority of them solve cases based on the cases that have already occurred, and they don't have so much energy to go around looking for evidence of other people's violations.

After a check, the results came up, and even Li Kaijun was surprised.

Cui Xuyi not only took the money borrowed from the bank, but also transferred the original funds of the old printing house to the company under his own name in various names.

He goes in and out to drive luxury cars, eats in big hotels, sleeps in five-star hotels, and engages in women who are either high or virgin.

Such a person, in Li Kaijun's opinion, should be killed a hundred times.

It's a pity that the law was not made by him, the law is the law, and no one is allowed to trample on it.

However, when he went to arrest him, the commissioner actually had dinner with Cui Xuyi.

Although both of them are members of the Standing Committee of the Prefectural Party Committee, there is still a order in the ranking.

Besides, Li Kaijun had to consider the feelings of his old superiors, so he had to postpone the arrest, but he was monitoring the surnamed Cui at any time.

"Kaijun, you are much more mature!" Wu Shan nodded approvingly: "The law does not allow anyone to infringe on it, but we must pay attention to ways and means to do things." ”

"Hehe," Li Kaijun scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "It's all taught by the secretary." ”

"You kid will also say such useless flattery words," Wu Shan chuckled, "Kejun is more angular than you." ”

That kid took a wrong step back then, and didn't follow Wushan all the time.

I heard that the instructor needed people here, and I was happy to come, but the secretary of the county's political and legal committee and the director of the public security bureau still did a good job.

However, one more step. At present, the conditions are not ripe, mainly due to his own reasons, and there are traces of troops on his body. He is too square.

Why don't you get this guy into the hands of your father? He suddenly had this idea.

"Lao Wang, this guy," Li Kaijun said with a smile: "It's hot at any time, and you don't have time to be with me." It feels like the wind is busier than the whole area! ”

"It's not a bad thing to be serious," Yan Haidong couldn't help but interject after being a listener for a long time: "Lao Wang still can't let go, and he doesn't dare to let go of people." ”

"Secretary. It's home! "Zhao Mingshan's stuffy gourd has not been cold until now.

"Let's go, it's been a long time since I've been to my house!" Wushan didn't wait for the car to stop. opened the car door with some excitement: "Xiao Zhao, you also go in, and send Deputy Secretary Yan and Secretary Li back later!" ”

Even after becoming a secretary, Wushan did not move. Or live in the yard when the commissioner.

In the yard. Wu Conglang was bored there building a snowman alone.

"This is Dad, this is Mom, this is Sally's Mother, this is Brother, this is Brother, this is Me, this is Pudding, and this is Huzi."

I thought. Over time, he would forget about his lost brother.

Unexpectedly. He always remembered his brother.

"Conglang!" Wu Shan held back his tears and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who is Pudding?" ”

"Pudding is ......" Conglang looked up in disbelief: "Dad! ”

Then he ran into the house: "Mommy, Sally's mother, brother, daddy is back!" ”

After the report, he jumped back again: "Dad! ”

This kid! Wu Shan smiled bitterly and beckoned to the three people behind him.

The two women rushed out first, and Sally, who was still wearing pajamas, saw that there was a guest, and quickly ran back to change clothes.

Cong Ying was doing his homework, and ran out with a pen.

Huzi knew all these people, ran to everyone, smelled them, jumped up and lay on Wushan's waist with his legs.

A slap-sized teddy bear ran out of nowhere, and the person who kept rushing in barked wildly.

"Pudding, this is my dad!" Conglang picked up the puppy and introduced him: "This is my Uncle Zhao, Uncle Li, Uncle Yan, don't bark, good!" ”

As he spoke, he gently touched the puppy's head, and it kept licking Conglang's fingers.

"We've got a new member in our family?" Wu Shan looked at Sally who came out after changing clothes: "You guys have worked hard at home. ”

"The child was brought by his uncle from Germany," Wang Lu explained, "saying that Conglang was too young and was afraid that Huzi would hurt him." ”

"Your uncle is here too?" Wu Shan knew that he must be talking about Cong Xuan's uncle, but Cong Lang also called along.

"It's been a few days!" Sally smiled and said, "I didn't wait for you when I knew you were a busy man." ”

On one side, the two sons quickly picked up their father's luggage.

"I'll talk to Commissioner Fan tomorrow!" In the study, the family didn't come to disturb, knowing that Wushan would definitely talk about business when he came back.

"It's to talk!" Yan Haidong's face was gloomy: "Our Commissioner Fan is so active now, every day he either visits or asks someone to eat." ”

"In such a hurry?" Wu Shan smiled indifferently: "In the past, when I was by Secretary Wang's side, the people I met were all department-level officials, and people in our northern Xinjiang didn't know him very well. ”

No matter how Wang Enmao is, he is just a former secretary of the provincial party committee.

In Ouluotai, people with a little channel know that Premier Zhao Lisheng is a relative of Wushan.

The common people don't care whether Premier Zhao has much power or not, in their minds, a provincial and ministerial-level cadre is quite remarkable, let alone the premier?

Even cadres at the county and department level and at the prefectural and departmental levels must be more in awe of the prime minister than the secretary of the provincial party committee.

used to be a member of the Standing Committee of the Prefectural Committee, and only the three people in front of him were from the Umno family.

Wang Botao? Perhaps, it's a slippery head, well, wall grass is more appropriate.

After discussing the future for a while, the two got up and took their leave.

"Well, why is it so cold?" Wu Shan didn't pay attention at first, but he felt it when he came back from the yard.

"It was okay when the heating first started," Wang Lu refilled her husband's teacup with boiling water: "Later, the temperature in the house became lower and lower, and it was more than ten degrees every day." ”

Hearing this, Wushan's eyebrows condensed into Sichuan characters. (To be continued......)