In a small courtyard five kilometers away from the polling bureau, Wu Rendi sat on a stone bench, staring at the same Jiao Dalang in front of him with two eyes. He didn't speak, just stared at the old man in front of him without blinking, and he only felt weak in his heart, sweating vigorously along his head.

Director Wu didn't speak, and Jiao Dalang could only bite the bullet and say, "Didn't you say that you remembered everything?" Let me rush over and prove it...... It seems that you still haven't remembered, so I'd better go back first. When do you remember what happened back then, when will I come again......"

"Who says I don't remember?" Wu Rendi finally opened his mouth, looking at Jiao Dalang, who was in a hurry to leave, his heart suddenly moved, and he remembered the content of Sun Desheng's firm report last night. At that moment, Director Wu said tentatively: "It's me and psyllium, right......"

"Right...... Yes, it's your father and son's business......" Hearing Wu Rendi talk about him and psyllium, Jiao Dalang would be wrong. Thinking that the white-haired man really thought of everything, he choked up excitedly at the moment and said, "It's better to be late than not to recognize it...... You don't know how I've come over all these years, so I hope you will quickly remember what happened twenty years ago and pick up the young master from Kong Dalong...... That's twenty years......"

As he spoke, Jiao Dalang opened the leather bag he brought, took out the photos of Wu Rendi and the woman twenty years ago, put them in front of Director Wu, and said, "These are all pictures I cut out of the surveillance video, and they were prepared for today." It was this woman who saved your old man and left you an heir...... It's a pity that you didn't remember this paragraph later, and they were already far away from the country in a fit of rage......"

These photos are all scenes of women taking Wu Rendi around Hangzhou, although Director Wu was still with black hair at that time, but he can still recognize it at a glance if it is himself or not.

Hearing Jiao Dalang's words, the expression on Wu Mian's face also became strange. Seeing these photos, a figure faintly appeared in his mind, and he and the figure were watching the scenery on the edge of the West Lake...... But whether it's the woman in the photo or not, I can't say here.

Wu Rendi picked up the photo and looked at it, at this time, Jiao Dalang misunderstood that the white-haired man was reminiscing about that memory, he wiped a handful of tears, and took out the photo of the woman being pregnant and holding the child from the bag again. Behind most of the photos stands a grim-faced Kong Dalong......

There is no woman in the back photo, but instead there are some scenes of Kong Dalong and a little boy in the Taoist temple. This little boy is none other than the psyllium who was scratched by Meng Qiqi last night......

Wu Rendi looked at these photos and thought back to the contents of the appraisal report last night. Sun Desheng worked hard last night, and it seemed that he was just trying to get his own blood. Thinking of the great monk's strange words and expressions to psyllium, it seems that he knew that the child was his son early on, so he didn't say anything......

The last photo I picked up was a teenage psyllium holding a shiny shovel and driving a dozen young people in their twenties around. The moment he saw the photo, Wu Rendi was in a trance. Isn't this a copy of when he was a one-man monk......

Inside the poll bureau, they had already begun to prepare for tonight's dinner, and when they heard that this dinner was not in the hotel outside, but in the poll bureau's cafeteria, these investigators were a little depressed. However, the raw rice has been cooked into porridge, and there is no way to disagree.

By six o'clock, the investigators from the polling bureau were almost there. At first, no one sat with psyllium, but in the end, Shen La pulled the two directors Hao together and sat with the little Taoist.

At the previous annual meeting, Sun Desheng was looking for a big hotel outside and calling the investigators from the polling bureau to eat, drink and have fun inside. This year, the new rules have been changed, Ren Juchang left, smiled and politely said a few words, and finally said: "Don't delay everyone's time, eat openly, drink openly, and Sun Deputy Juchang in a while, Yang Shushu will go down to toast everyone......"

At this time, Sun Desheng was still a little distracted, and he didn't know if Wu Rendi and Jiao Dalang had said it, don't bury yourself in it anymore, there are too many places that have offended Director Wu recently. Maybe it's going to be planted in this case......

Looking at Sun Desheng in a daze, Ren Juchang couldn't say anything. At the moment, he just took Yang Books to toast from table to table, this Ren Ju Chang is also massive, a table of toasting is almost half a bottle of liquor, he toasted five or six tables in a row, and then came to the table of psyllium. At this time, Ren Juchang's face was already red, and his body began to shake slightly.

"I'm here to toast you, Director Hao has a bright future...... Director Jing Xiaohao is all the best...... Deputy Director Jing Shen will tie the knot as soon as possible...... Respect the car secretary you-wow......" When he was here at the psyllium, Ren Juchang couldn't hold back any longer, squatted on the ground and vomited......

Psyllium pursed his lips and said, "Okay, it's my turn here, you're ...... wow" Seeing that Ren Juchang had drunk too much, someone hurriedly carried him down. Then he said that he cleaned up the place where he vomited......

Just when everyone was joking about this, the door of the cafeteria opened, and Wu Rendi, who was white from head to toe, walked in from outside. Seeing Director Wu appear here, almost all the investigators were stunned for a moment. The white-haired man hadn't been in the cafeteria for a long time, and he had never attended such a meal in the past. What's going on......

Just when everyone was puzzled, Wu Rendi had already walked in front of Psyllium. Glancing at his son, Director Wu said directly: "Say, call Dad......"

As these three words came out, the eyes of these people in the cafeteria were stunned. Almost everyone has one thought in their hearts: Director Wu has gone too far this time, it's really not good, you just have to take a beating and get angry. What do you do by taking advantage of others? What age is it, and you still play ethics......

At this time, Psyllium also decided that this white-haired man was really taking advantage of himself. He squinted his eyes and grabbed the beer bottle from the table. glared at Wu Rendi, and said word by word: "Say, call grandpa......"

As soon as this sentence came out of his lips, Psyllium didn't see how Wu Rendi moved, his eyes were dark, and he didn't know anything anymore......

After cleaning up the disobedient son of psyllium, Wu Rendi immediately turned around, looked coldly at Yang Xiao who was hiding behind, and said, "Say, who asked you to beat my son's ......?"

Yang Xiao was about to cry, and said helplessly: "Director Wu...... What you commanded...... I know it's too heavy...... Young Master Che is really your eldest son......"