"ah?"
Zhou Anyu stood up in surprise, not expecting that Maotai was actually prepared.
Everyone looked at Zhou Anyu with envy, this was a lot of wine.
However, when Zhou Anyu took the drink, his next action made the director's face darken.
I saw Zhou Anyu opening the box, unscrewing the lid, and smelling it first.
"Yeah, it smells like alcohol."
Then he poured a little more into the cup and took a sip.
"Is this Moutai? It tastes a bit unpleasant."
Zhou Anyu frowned, it's fake, why does it taste so bad?
The director said nothing with a dark face and glared at Zhou Anyu.
The political commissar was laughing so hard that he couldn't close his mouth and looked at the director with a stunned expression.
Who told you to give Zhou Anyu a hard time just now?
This retribution must have come too quickly.
"If you don't want to drink, bring it to me."
The director stretched out his hand to grab the wine.
"Hey, drink, drink, of course you have to drink, and you have to drink every drop."
Zhou Anyu hurriedly held the wine in his arms.
"However, with such a good wine, it would be a pity for me to drink it alone. We have to drink it together."
Let's talk, Zhou Anyu poured a little bit into the chief political commissar's cup, and also poured a little bit into himself and several deputy directors.
"Here, give everyone two drops."
Immediately, Zhou Anyu handed the bottle to the correspondent.
There is no other way, just a bottle of wine, everyone can only taste it.
"Now let's ask the political commissar to say a few words."
After everyone poured wine, the director spoke.
The political commissar is responsible for ideological work, so it is most appropriate for the political commissar to give this toast.
The political commissar stood up and raised his glass.
"Comrades," we all have two glasses of wine on hand, one with a few drops of Moutai and one with Tsingtao 8 degrees. "
"Moutai is good, with a strong soy sauce aroma and a mellow aroma. But if the wine is good, we should not be greedy. We can just taste it. Our mission, our responsibilities, and our economic strength do not allow us to enjoy such luxury wines. .”
"However, we also have wine that tastes as good as Moutai. This glass of beer is our celebration wine. I believe that there is no wine in the world that tastes better than our celebration wine!"
"Come on, everyone, raise your glasses and drink Moutai first! One or two!"
The political commissar took the lead in shouting slogans.
"One, two, do it!"
Everyone shouted together to drink the Moutai first.
Then, everyone looked at the political commissar.
"Come on, everyone do it with me."
The political commissar said as he poured the glass of beer into the wine glass that had just been filled with Maotai.
Everyone didn't understand what it meant, but they all followed the political commissar's lead.
"Comrades, this cup still smells of Moutai, we can't waste it."
"Coffee with Moutai is called 'Maotai Latte', now we add beer with Moutai, it's called 'Maotai Tsingtao', let's do it together!"
"Dry!"
Everyone drank it immediately.
The atmosphere of the dinner was extremely lively. Everyone walked around the table and cheers came from time to time.
It was just that there was too little wine. Everyone shouted cheers, but no one was willing to drink.
But no one complained at all. What everyone wanted was that feeling, not getting drunk.
After the dinner, Zhou Anyu found the director and political commissar.
"Director, political commissar, I want to take two days off."
Zhou Anyuhui reports.
"Okay, you can take a good rest for a few days."
the director said.
"Is something wrong?"
the political commissar asked.
"I brought Junjie's waist back, and I'm going to return it to him."
After pondering for a moment, Zhou Anyu spoke.
The atmosphere instantly became dull, and Cheng Junjie's bruised body immediately appeared in their minds.
"I'll give you five days off. After you're done, go home and have a good rest for two days to adjust your mood."
The political commissar said in a serious tone.
He understood the relationship between Zhou Anyu and Cheng Junjie, and knew that Zhou Anyu needed time to adjust.
"No, political commissar, I only need two days off. After this is done, I will leave and come back. I still have something to report to the two chiefs."
Zhou Anyu said.
The director and the political commissar looked at each other, and then the political commissar said: "Okay, go back quickly, pay attention to safety, and you can drive my car."
The political commissar's car is a Passat with a local license plate.
In order to keep it secret, all their cars here have local license plates.
They also have specialty vehicles, but they keep them in their dedicated garage.
Early the next morning, Zhou Anyu drove out of the warehouse.
He first went to the Moutai store to buy a bottle of Moutai, and then went straight to Lingquan County.
This time, he planned to do it quietly without letting Junjie's family know.
Otherwise, he couldn't explain it and let them know the torture Junjie suffered during his lifetime.
When we arrived in Lingquan County, it was almost dark, and Zhou Anyu stopped in the county seat.
After finding a food stall, he planned to find out what was going on in the county.
After he deposed Huang Youzhi last time, he still didn't know what was going on in Lingquan County.
With the power of their family, they will definitely not be quiet and they will definitely make a fuss.
However, business in the food stalls was very deserted, and there were only a few customers until after eight o'clock.
Zhou Anyu started chatting with his boss.
"You're from out of town, right? I advise you to go back to the hotel quickly after eating and don't wander around outside."
The boss looked around first, and then whispered to Zhou Anyu.
"A few days ago, the son of our county police chief was killed."
"They arrested a lot of people, almost all the gangsters. Now no one dares to drink outside, for fear that they will be arrested as gangsters accidentally."
"Especially a guy like you with a flat head, they like to catch you the most."
The boss took one look at Zhou Anyu's hairstyle and said.
"Oh, I'm fine. Has the murderer been caught? Who is so bold and dares to touch the son of the public security director?"
Zhou Anyu touched his hairstyle and asked.
"I didn't catch them... They are coming, please be careful. Alas, business is hard to do now."
The boss sighed, then stood up and returned to the bar.
A police car stopped at the entrance of the food stall, and several policemen walked towards Zhou Anyu.
"You, show me your ID card."
A police officer said to Zhou Anyu.
"Officer, is everything okay?"
Zhou Anyu stood up, took out his military ID card and handed it to them.
At this time, it is easier to get a military ID card than an ID card. At least everyone knows that all soldiers have their heads shaved.
"Zhou Anyu, what are you doing in Lingquan County?"
The police officer looked at Zhou Anyu's ID and asked.
"Come to see a comrade."
Zhou Anyu replied.
"Well, go back quickly after dinner."
They didn't say much, returned the documents to Zhou Anyu and left.
After Zhou Anyu settled the bill, he drove directly to Cheng Junjie's house without stopping.
It was almost ten o'clock. In rural areas, most people were already asleep at this time, but the lights were still on at Cheng Junjie's house.
Zhou Anyu looked at the dim lights in his home quietly, feeling sour in his heart.
He turned around and came to the grave of Junjie at the back of the village.
"Brother, I have avenged you, and I have got your things back for you."
"Don't worry about home. I have everything here. Over there, you can live a good life. I will give you back your waist and you can find a wife."
"By the way, you haven't had Maotai yet, have you? I brought it to you specially. Let's have a drink tonight."
"This wine tastes a bit unpleasant, but you have to endure it and don't say it tastes bad to others, lest they call us a bumpkin."
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