Chapter Seventy-Three: Returning with Honors

The next morning, on the mountain beam of Bawangling in the Sanqing Funeral Parlor, two middle-aged people stood side by side, it was Director Wu with a sad face and Lu Bingyi with a blindfolded face. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info

Looking at the Sanqing urban area that loomed in the haze at the end of the field below the mountain, Director Wu's face was as gloomy and depressed as the haze weather that shrouded Sanqing City all year round, and Lao Lu next to him was dizzy.

"Hey, Lao Wu, after this meeting, why did you pull me to the mountain, isn't it usually noon, and walk in the afternoon to eat. How... You've had enough breakfast... "Lao Lu Yin hurt the leader with a hanging face.

"Alas, isn't this a few days of suffocation and panic, go to work and breathe, how bright this piece is, you look at the gray in the city, or how the incidence of lung cancer in the Beijing-Tianjin-Tang area has skyrocketed in recent years. It's all caused by this haze. ”

Listening to Director Wu's tone of incompatible, Lao Lu was a little angry: "I said, Lao Wu, do you see that I haven't been busy enough recently, if you want to follow the wind, you just stand by yourself, I'll go back first, I'll freeze you to death!" Lu Bingyi turned around and was about to leave, but he didn't expect his arm to be grabbed by Director Wu, and Old Lu glared at Director Wu angrily, but he saw his hippie smiling face, and suddenly lost his temper.

"Do you see what you're anxious about, I haven't figured out how to tell you... Curator Wu grinned awkwardly, and it seemed that he was going to say something.

"Is it related to the Three Treasures?" Lu Bingyi stared at Curator Wu's dodgy eyes.

"I told you, don't learn from anyone else. It's a secret. Curator Wu stared at Curator Wu mysteriously.

Lao Lu, who was angry with Director Wu's chattering ink style, turned around to leave again, but was still pulled by a hand, only to see Director Wu come over and whisper: "On the way to work this morning, I received a phone call, guess who?" Looking at Lao Lu's hooded face, he continued, "It's from the Municipal Public Security Bureau... And it's a director! ”

When Director Wu said the word "director", he deliberately used an accent, just to see Lao Lu's reaction, and sure enough, Lu Bingyi's curiosity was hooked: "What did you do, did you deduct our wages and the police targeted you to arrest you." Hahaha"

"Cut, the police are in charge of the thief and the order, and they don't care how I pay my salary... Besides, if the salary is low, you should go to the director of the Civil Affairs Bureau, and don't talk to me... The surname of the caller is Wang, Wang Shaohua. When Sanbao was seconded at that time, he also called me... At first, I thought that something had happened to Sanbao, which scared me, but guess what, people said that Sanbao had helped the criminal police team in the past few days and became a man of the hour. . . I want to ask people in detail, but say that it is an internal case, and all of it will be kept confidential. said that he had the heart to transfer Sanbao to the Criminal Investigation Brigade... I don't know if it's a joke... Oops, and then told me a lot of good things about the three treasures, saying that if it weren't for the seriousness of the case, it would be appropriate to apply for good citizens to see righteousness and bravery, saying that we had picked up the treasure, and what kind of official words did you say about building police-people cooperation... I was quite happy at first, but the more I listened, the more wrong it became, and you gave me an analysis. Curator Wu said, frowning and looking at Lao Lu.

"Isn't this a good thing, what else to analyze? What do you think is wrong? Lu Bingyi also frowned and looked at Director Wu and said.

"They all say that you are putting on makeup for the body all day long, and you are stupid, it seems to be true! Hey, you said, he, the director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, has to call me repeatedly and say good things about Sanbao in person, why is this? Is he full of food, that Liang Zhen told me that he got it, my little funeral director can't compare with the chief clerk of the street office, no one wants to see us, we are all fucking disgusted that we are not clean, there is no problem here! And I heard that Sambo has made a major meritorious service this time, and if this is placed within the police station, the police officers can be directly promoted to superintendent. This Wang Bureau revealed to me that he is now in the hearts of the leaders of the Provincial Public Security Department, which is quite awesome... So many big people say good things about the three treasures, won't the three treasures be soaring in the future, if he becomes a character, can he still stay in our funeral home, even if he stays, will no one be able to control him, even if he can manage it, then that... When Director Wu said that he was stuck, he seemed to dare not say anything, and he looked resentful.

"Oops. Lao Wu, when did you become so abrasive, a few phone calls scared you, I will answer your questions one by one. First of all, if Sanbao is really soaring, it will be a good thing for us, our unit is getting worse, you are not unclear, if he really goes to the police force in the future or because the police force has transferred other civil affairs, then maybe our Sanqing funeral home is in the hearts of the leaders, is the status of the boat rising... It is quite possible. ”|

"Well, that's right, go on..."

"Okay, second, I don't know if the Three Treasures will stay here, but the Three Treasures are definitely not the kind of goods that will be a little bit of a mess, that kid is down-to-earth, honest and sincere, what you say will not be enough to come back, it is impossible for no one to listen, put a hundred hearts...

"Oh, if you say that, I'll feel better, but what about the third one?"

"Third, third, damn, didn't you tell me. Say, hurry, and get back to work. Lao Lu then remembered and hurriedly asked.

"Hey, I'm worried, Sanbao is on the high branch this time, on the list, hugging his thighs, his temporary worker quota is still in my hands, do I have to do something special, go to the Civil Affairs Bureau, talk to our Liu Bureau, and get the Sanbao quota in advance... Otherwise, you also know that I didn't want to see Sanbao before, to be honest, I really don't look down on this kid, I don't have a degree, I don't know how to come to things, I don't talk to the leader when I'm fine, I'm still an orphan... So I ... You said that Sanbao wouldn't borrow this time.,Find the police to clean me up.。。。 Now he can be regarded as the descendant of the big leaders of the police department! ”

Curator Wu finally finished talking about the worries hidden in his heart, took a deep breath of the cold mountain breeze, and waited for Lu Bingyi's reply.

"Hahaha...

After hearing this, Lu Bingyi squatted for a while, laughed loudly, and when he laughed, he kept rubbing his eyes with tears.

"Grandma, what are you laughing at, see I'm going to be unlucky, are you happy?!" Director Wu stared angrily at Lao Lu, who was bending over and laughing.

"Oh, Lao Wu, Lao Wu, this is what you've been worried about, haha, what did I think... It turns out that you are just worried about the personal vendetta of the Three Treasures Communiqué... Don't worry, put a hundred hearts. People don't take it seriously at all, go, go! Lu Bingyi continued to laugh and walked down the mountain by himself.

"That kid wasn't that kind of person at all! Hahaha" he walked down with his back on his back, shouting without looking back.

Curator Wu blinked his eyes twice, as if he had figured out something, his brows soothed, and the corners of his mouth relaxed.

"Hey, wait for me, Lao Lu, will our civil affairs leaders give us an allocation of funds and rewards... You're analyzing... ”

The two old fellows supported each other and walked down the mountain.

The large chimney of the incineration room has begun to smoke, and the green smoke curls up with the wind.

There was a faint cry in the wind, it was the sound of farewell...