Zheng Zeru hasn't done anything with anyone for a long time, the last time he used his fists and feet was in the Jingwu Club in the twenties, he had practiced Lost Trace Boxing, but he only learned some skins, and he couldn't beat Chen Zikun at all, and he didn't plan to resist, so he just stood in place and received four big slaps.

Chen Zikun shouted: "Why don't you fight back!" ”

Zheng Zeru wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Wait until you're done fighting, and then listen to my explanation." ”

Chen Zikun hit Zheng Zeru in the abdomen again, his whole body was stiff like a prawn, and he vomited out the food he ate at noon, and he couldn't support squatting on the ground and panting.

"Get up, don't play dead." Chen Zikun said coldly.

Suddenly, the door of the house was slammed open, and a group of heavily armed guards rushed in, and the muzzles of the black holes were aimed at Chen Zikun, and the young soldiers were so nervous that their fingers were on the trigger and they were about to fire.

Behind them was a group of senior cadres who came in a hurry, including the cadres on duty at the Security Bureau, the director of the general office, the secretary general of the provincial party committee, and Xu Tingge, deputy director of the public security department, who came to the provincial party committee for a meeting.

"Lao Xu, take them out, no one is allowed to enter without my order!" Zheng Zeru stood up suddenly, shouting hoarsely, with bloodshot corners of his mouth and red eyes.

"Chief!" The guard platoon commander shouted angrily, and the handle of the gun was about to be crushed.

Xu Tingge knew what was going on, as the deputy director of the Public Security Department, he had a lot of secrets, and he ordered in a deep voice: "Listen to my command, turn back, and walk in unison." ”

The guards still resolutely obeyed the order, hated to put away their guns, and went out.

Xu Tingge said: "Secretary Zheng, I'm just outside the door, say hello if you have something." Then he glanced at Chen Zikun with a slight warning and closed the door.

The guards and soldiers were excited and asked for battle.

Xu Tingge said: "Shut up!" No one is allowed to say half a word about today's events, this is a highly political secret, and they have not heard it clearly! ”

"Yes!" Although the soldiers did not understand, the soldiers took obedience to orders as their duty, and the fact that the first secretary was beaten would only rot in their hearts, and they would never chew their tongues outside.

Chen Zikun sat down on the sofa, lit a cigarette and smoked violently, in the end, he is in his fifties, he has neglected to exercise and his physique has declined over the years, coupled with his depressed and sad mood, he beat Zheng Zeru, and his physical strength is a little exhausted.

Zheng Zeru said: "Have you fought enough, if you don't have enough rest to fight again, you will beat me to death, and I will not complain." ”

Chen Zikun said: "If you can kill you in exchange for Chen Nan's life, I will shoot as soon as I enter the door." ”

Zheng Zeru said: "I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for Liu Ting, and I'm sorry for the child, it's too late to say anything now, but I really didn't want to force him to death." ”

Men have tears and don't flick, not to mention the party's senior cadres, Zheng Zeru cried, cried very sadly, cried without concealment, he has been engaged in underground work for a long time, joy and anger are invisible, accustomed to seeing life and death, liver and brain, has long been hard as iron, after liberation as a senior leader, in front of the masses tall and majestic, in front of his wife and children relatives are fair and selfless, in front of his subordinates righteous and awe-inspiring, in front of more senior officials cautious, never reveal the true thoughts of the heart, only at this time, in front of many years old friend Chen Zikun, He truly opened his heart and released all the pain that had been suppressed in his heart for decades.

Seeing Zheng Zeru's crying snot and tears, Chen Zikun was not sympathetic at all, he knew that the other party was just taking the opportunity to vent his emotions, not to mention the death of a son who was discarded in his early years, that is, his current wife and children died, I am afraid that this kind of person will not cry.

After crying for a while, Zheng Zeru's mood finally stabilized, he said: "I wanted to protect this child, but I didn't take into account his feelings and ability to bear it, and it turned into a self-defeating hatred for the ages, and people can't be resurrected after death. ”

Chen Zikun took out a letter and threw it over: "Chen Nan's suicide note to you, take a look." ”

Zheng Zeru watched it twice and said: "Xiao Nan doesn't want to recognize me until he dies, which is also reasonable......

Chen Zikun said: "His only request is to take off the hat of the rightist, what are you going to do with it?" ”

Zheng Zeru smiled bitterly: "I can't help him get his wish, his rightist hat is set by the central government, I just sign the procedure, you should know that it is now the cusp of the wind, even if you and I can't help myself." ”

Chen Zikun threw down a sentence: "You can watch it." ”

Then he slammed the door and left.

There were many guards with guns standing in the corridor outside, but they didn't dare to stop Chen Zikun, the former king of Jiangdong still maintained a powerful aura, and his sharp eyes and domineering aura suppressed these young people who were about to move.

Xu Tingge stood in front of Chen Zikun.

"You're going to arrest me?" Chen Zikun asked disdainfully.

Xu Tingge shook his head.

"Then get out of the way."

Xu Tingge turned sideways, watched Chen Zikun leave, and suddenly said: "Old Chen, I just want to remind you that your time has passed, leave some room for doing things." ”

Chen Zikun did not look back.

Xu Tingge entered the office at this time, helped the first secretary clean up the smashed office utensils, and picked up the documents all over the floor.

Zheng Zeru said: "Don't spread today's events, the impact is not good." ”

Xu Tingge said: "I have already arranged it, and no one will leak half a word." ”

Zheng Zeru sighed, patted Xu Tingge's shoulder, went to the bathroom to wash his face, washed out a pool of blood, looked up at himself in the mirror, touched his teeth, and a few of them were loose.

Although Xu Tingge gave a gag order, Secretary Zheng's lover Pan Xin still got the news as soon as possible, and hurried to see that her husband was beaten and his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and his wife's tears fell, and he blamed: "Why are you so careless, has the murderer been caught?" ”

Zheng Zeru waved his hand: "It's none of your business." ”

Pan Xin was furious: "Who wants to care about you!" ”

The two quarreled, Xu Tingge quietly withdrew when he saw this, returned to the provincial public security department a street away, picked up the red confidential phone on the table and said, "Pick me up in Beijing." ”

After a short time, the phone was connected, Xu Tingge closed the curtains, picked up the microphone and said in a low voice: "Chief, there is something I think needs to be reported......

……

Chen Zikun went to Jiangdong University, he did not pay a private visit to Weifu, but drove a special car with the guards, the purpose was to visit Lin Wenlong, the Jiangda Party Committee was very embarrassed, the reception was not, and the reception was not, so he had to pretend not to know.

Lin Wenlong had already learned of Chen Nan's death, and the whole person was stunned, sitting in the tea furnace room and muttering: "I hurt him, I hurt him." ”

He changed from a department leader to a tea stove worker, with a huge gap in identity and a greater psychological gap, even if the workers respected him very much, he couldn't afford to lose face.

Seeing that his brother-in-law came to find him, Lin Wenlong hurriedly grabbed him and shouted: "I am not anti-party, I only put forward my opinions in response to the call, I am not a rightist, I am wronged." ”

Seeing that he was already in a trance, Chen Zikun sighed and left, and found President Jiang University and proposed to change Lin Wenlong to a quiet job.

The principal immediately agreed to transfer Lin Wenlong to the library to do management work.

Immediately Chen Zikun went to Ruan Mingchuan's house again, although Lao Ruan was branded as a rightist, but after all, he is the founder of Huaijiang Daily, the treatment is still there, the family lives in a big house, there is a nanny and a telephone, seeing Chen Zikun come to visit, Ruan Mingchuan is sincerely afraid, took out a thick stack of manuscript paper and said: "This is the inspection I wrote, please help me forward it to the Provincial Propaganda Department." ”

Chen Zikun said: "Lao Ruan, you were mistakenly branded as a rightist......

Ruan Mingchuan hurriedly said: "I was not mistakenly branded as a rightist, I am to blame, I completely deserve it, during this time I have thought about it behind closed doors at home, and the more I think about it, the more I feel that I have committed a deep sin, I have failed the expectations of the party and the people, and I am sorry for the cultivation of the organization." ”

Chen Zikun said: "Okay, I didn't come to listen to you say this, we have been friends for many years, I just came to see you, if you need anything, just mention it." ”

Nguyen Minh Chuan said: "I have only one request, to join the great, glorious and correct party. ”

Chen Zikun said: "You are a ** party." ”

Ruan Mingchuan said: "I want to quit the ** party and draw a line with them." ”

Chen Zikun looked at this long-time old friend and felt very strange.

Ruan Mingchuan's eyes flashed with humility, fear, cowardice, and a little expectation.

Chen Zikun sighed, said I will help you transfer the materials, and got up to leave.

Back to the home on Fenglin Road, Chen Zikun felt tired, sat on the chair in the study and closed his eyes to recuperate, in the evening, the dusk sunset slanted into the study, suddenly heard someone at the door whispering Dad, turned his head to see, it was Chen Nan in his youth, wearing suspenders and pull back shoes, wearing glasses, looking at himself timidly.

"Son......" Chen Zikun choked up.

Ten years ago, when he was still a senior official of the National Government, he traveled everywhere every day, every time he returned home, his son would come to ask for peace, Xiao Nan was introverted, very shy, and very afraid of his father, Chen Zikun has always disliked this adopted son, but he really raised him as his own son.

There was a faint dazing in front of him, and the young Chen Nan disappeared, replaced by endless thoughts.

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After a week, the scars on Secretary Zheng's face were not obvious, and the swelling and bruises had subsided, so he set off for Jiangbei to inspect, first went to the Jiangbei Prefectural Committee for a routine meeting, had a conversation, and then found a way to go to the No. 1 Middle School to investigate.

Jiangbei No. 1 Middle School is one of the key middle schools in the province, but it is somewhat famous within the education system, the first secretary of the provincial party committee came to inspect is an earth-shattering event, and this matter was not ventilated in advance, so that the school leadership is very passive, temporary cleaning, organization of students to smear and powder to welcome it is late, only the principal can lead a group of middle-level people to meet at the school gate.

The first secretary of the province was in a "Golden Deer" car imported from the Soviet Union, shiny and magnificent, with a three-wheeled motorcycle from the public security department in front of the road, followed by the Gaz jeep of the prefectural party committee, and came to the door of the first middle school.

"I'm causing you trouble by coming uninvited." Zheng Zeru was personable and took the initiative to shake hands with the principal, and then shook hands with Director Sun of the Teaching Office.

Director Sun's face turned into a chrysanthemum, she thought that she had some intersection with Secretary Zheng, at least she had written a report letter, and she couldn't tell Secretary Zheng that she was here for this.

A group of people hugged Zheng Zeru like the moon and walked towards the campus, facing the school's propaganda board, and the big poster in black and white wrote the brush words: extra-large !! Chen Nan, an anti-party and anti-socialist rightist, resisted reform, committed suicide in fear of crime, and died well, wonderfully, and croaked!!

Zheng Zeru stopped and asked the principal with a pleasant face: "Which comrade wrote the big-character poster?" ”

Before the principal could answer, Director Sun squeezed up and said, "The report to Secretary Zheng was written by me." ”

Zheng Zeru nodded: "Well, that's good." ”