The next day, at half past five in the morning.

H City, Century Avenue, at the entrance of a community, an old man about fifty years old, with slightly white stubble, ruddy face, wearing thin casual clothes, full of energy at the doorman, greeting, out of the community. Then he began to jog along the wide street, under the trees hanging with frost flowers.

"Brother Gang!" About 500 meters away, in a Land Rover, the driver's eyes were sleepy red, and he turned back to Zigang, who was fighting with the same eyelids, and reminded him.

Zigang rubbed his eyes, looked up, and the old man jogging in the distance smiled, and said slowly: "Keep up, don't get too close, don't go too far!" ”

"Oh!"

As he spoke, the driver started the car, kept a distance, and slowly followed the old man.

Fifteen minutes later, the old man slowly stopped, his face was not red, he stretched his body without panting, and then took out his trouser pocket, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief with diamond-shaped flowers. Then he walked slowly down the street, came to a breakfast shop with a façade, and sat down at a small table where no one was around.

"Two drawers of steamed buns stuffed with dried intestines, two plates of pickles, two bowls of black rice porridge!!" The old man broke open his chopsticks and shouted in a hearty voice while pouring soy sauce, vinegar, chili oil and other condiments on the plate.

Within two minutes, a woman in her forties, wearing a white apron, placed the things the old man had ordered on the table.

"Okay, stop here!!" Zigang took out a thick file bag from the bag he was carrying, and then continued: "I'll go down, you drive away from the car!" ”

"Understood!" The driver agreed.

"Bang dang!" Zigang pushed open the car door, carried the file bag in his hand, and walked down brightly, and then the Land Rover drove away.

"Brother Song!!" Zigang walked to the bunk and greeted the old man with a smile.

"Hehe, sit down and drink some porridge, it's hot!!" The old man glanced up at Zigang, nodded with a smile, and said casually.

"Hey, it's so cold!!" Zigang rubbed his hands together and sat opposite the old man without restraint.

"My hometown is in Shandong, and I have been in H City for almost 20 years, and the cold energy in the Northeast has been less than a year in a year!!" The old man picked up a bun with chopsticks, paused, and said with a smile.

Zigang heard the old man's words, and was stunned for a moment, the meaning of the old man's words was very bad, two meanings, one was transferred away, and the other was retired

"Brother Song, with your body, you have a great responsibility in the organization? Hehe? Zigang put the file bag on the table casually, then picked up the bowl, drank black rice porridge, and asked casually.

"I can't talk about the big responsibility, let's improve it slightly!!" The old man took a bite of the pickle and replied neatly.

"Why am I so excited when I hear this!! I did it! Feel free to do so! Zigang was stunned for a moment, bared his teeth and said, holding the porridge bowl, and drank half a bowl with a smile.

"Hehe, after drinking half a bowl, what does this porridge taste like?" The old man blew the rising heat of the porridge, lowered his head, and asked lightly.

"It's very fragrant!" Zigang was stunned again and replied vaguely.

"Slow down, drink that half bowl again!" The old man chewed slowly and ate the buns, and said a word to Zigang.

“！” Zigang frowned, picked up the spoon casually, and began to drink the second half of the bowl slowly.

A few minutes later, Zigang put down the spoon and looked up at the old man.

"What's the smell?"

"Seems a little sweet, huh?" Zigang chirped and said with a smile.

"Hehe, when you got out of the car, I put two spoonfuls of sugar in the bowl!!" The old man leaned back in his chair, looked at Zigang and said with a smile.

“！” Zigang looked at the old man and didn't speak.

"Zigang, I'm leaving, in the future, you drink too fast, what's in this porridge, no one may remember to remind you. I'm not too young, and if I can stop, stop and take two steps! The old man looked at Zigang, as if the person sitting opposite him was not him.

"Brother Song, I understand!" Zigang was silent for a long time and nodded slowly.

"There's a lot of movement in the city, there's a meeting in the morning, you can eat first!" After saying this for a long time, the old man's zuihou two sentences are what Zigang wants.

The two of them sat at the breakfast stall, and in less than five minutes, the old man casually picked up the file bag and left slowly.

Zigang sat on the table in the open air, slowly took out the phone, dialed the mobile phone of the middle-aged man in the nursing home, and said straight to the point: "Big brother, the things are sent out!" ”

"Did he take what should have been given?" The middle-aged man asked in a tired voice.

"He didn't ask, and I didn't say anything about it!" Zigang thought for a moment and replied slowly.

"Well, that's fine!" The middle-aged man said with satisfaction.

"Big brother, he's going to be transferred!!" Zigang was silent for a long time, and then said abruptly.

"Transfer ???" The middle-aged man asked in surprise.

"Well, flat!!"

"Alas!!" An extremely heavy sigh rang on the phone, and then the phone rang busy.

"Checkout!!" Zigang gritted his teeth and put the phone in his pocket, and then shouted into the house

Two and a half hours later, the office of the municipal party secretary.

"Hey, Lao Huo, come to my office now!!" The old man who had breakfast with Zigang in the morning, holding the landline, said lightly, and then hung up the phone.

"Dangdang!"

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" The old man shouted at the door.

"Squeak!" The door was pushed open, and the secretary nodded and walked in, nodding with a smile and saying, "Secretary, in an hour, there will be a meeting in the city!" ”

"I see!"

Twenty minutes later, Huo Ju, the director of the public security bureau, pushed the door and walked into the office of the secretary of the municipal party committee, and ten minutes later, he walked out with a file bag.

An hour later, the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee convened as normal. In the first half hour, the meeting went on normally, but when the meeting was about to end, Huo Ju, who was also the secretary of the Political and Legal Committee and the director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, suddenly took out a file bag, and then said: "Everyone, there is still a little time, I want to talk about some details about the murder of Li Ming of the Pioneer Road Police Station on 2.23 and the case of the rich man of the Dynasty!! ”

"Whew!!"

The members of the Standing Committee who were sitting all swept their eyes to Huo Ju, and some people's hearts suddenly became lively. Hehe, it's a boring JB meeting, and it immediately became interesting.

Before the secretary was transferred, the sharp axe that had been hanging over the heads of some people was finally going to come down!!

Who will be unlucky?

The first person with sweat on his forehead was Lin Ning, the executive deputy mayor in charge of the restructuring of state-owned enterprises, and the one sitting next to him was responsible for the record, the three wolf "iron buddies", Secretary Wang!