Jiang Zhuolin has a more resolute personality. It was already past eight o'clock when Chu Heng and the others came over. He quickly assigned the task in less than half an hour.
At almost nine o'clock, a large group of experienced officers from the bureau who were transferred from the police station below led Chu Heng's group of people to leave the Public Security Bureau and rush to their respective goals.
Chu Heng stood by the window and looked at the crowd that quickly disappeared before his eyes, and sincerely praised: "Uncle Jiang still has two brushes."
Jiang Zhuolin entered the room at this time and rolled his eyelids when he heard this: "Oh, am I lucky to be recognized by Young Master Chu?"
"That's for sure, you think I'm just complimenting someone." Chu Heng turned around with a playful smile, pointed at the teapot on the table and said, "The tea is ready, please drink some quickly to moisten your throat."
"You said you were fat and you still had asthma!"
Jiang Zhuolin glanced at this guy, slowly returned to his seat and sat down.
"We can't let you lose your words, can we?" Chu Heng came over in a poor manner, picked up the teapot and first refilled a cup of tea for the one-eyed old man, then poured a cup for Jiang Zhuolin, and finally himself.
Seeing this, Jiang Zhuolin nodded secretly. This boy is quite disciplined in doing things, and he knows how to keep things in order.
People in Sijiucheng, especially the older generation, like to follow rules.
When eating, you cannot knock the bowl with chopsticks, you cannot insert chopsticks into the rice, you cannot point the spout of the teapot towards others, you cannot pick up food when adding food, you have to say hello to elders when you see them, etc., there are a lot of rules that are annoying to a person...
The three of them drank tea and chatted for a while in the office. At about half past nine, a young police officer hurried in.
"Jiang Bureau, the person who sent the old lady is here."
"I'll go." The one-eyed old man stood up and said with a smile, "I'll go meet these people, you two rest."
"Let's go together."
How could Jiang Zhuolin let him, an outsider, be responsible for such a thing, so he also stood up.
"You go ahead, I'll lie down for a while, my back hurts!"
Chu Heng lay lazily on the small bed in the room without moving. Now they have the list in their hands and everyone has dispersed. The only thing left is to wait for Mu Yuan and the others to fall into the trap. Now, it’s the same with or without him.
As a result, Jiang Zhuolin didn't pay attention to him. He just glanced at the guy lying on the bed like a dead fish and took the one-eyed old man out of the office.
Half an hour later.
After the two came back from interrogating the person and exchanged the results of the interrogation, the three of them stared at each other and didn't know what to do.
Nothing to do!
Just like Chu Heng said, everything that should be arranged has been arranged, and the rest is to wait.
…
Three days later, early morning.
After Chu Heng took the one-eyed old man to the public security bureau, he followed the familiar route into the communication room, and soon followed a few people who were disabled on the job and could only hang around in information rooms and communication rooms for the rest of their lives, waiting for retirement. Dude got into poker.
Until noon, the guy proudly took the two cents he won to the second floor, preparing to take the one-eyed old man to a restaurant.
He has been in this state for the past few days.
I come here in the morning and play poker. I come back after lunch and continue playing. When I get off work, I go to eat again and then go directly back to the sugar factory.
The salty fish can no longer be idle.
There is no other way. He also wants to be busy, but there is really nothing for him to do now.
After a while, Chu Heng came to the door of Jiang Zhuolin's office.
Without even knocking, he pushed the door open and went in. He said to Jiang Zhuolin and the one-eyed old man who were chatting in the room: "Let's go, it's almost dinner time. Let's go eat. I heard that Hongguang Rice Restaurant in the south of the city is good for donkey meat. That’s where we are today.”
"Are you going out to a restaurant again?" The one-eyed old man smiled bitterly when he heard this and touched his belly that was starting to gain weight: "Why don't we forget it and just eat in the cafeteria. How can we go out to restaurants every day? It's such a waste of money. "
"Why are you worrying about him? This kid is just a rich man. He has plenty of money, so feel free to take what you have." Jiang Zhuolin, who had also gained weight, stood up with a smile, picked up the old man and walked out.
A few moments.
The three of them came downstairs, got into Chu Heng's Volga, and quickly left the Public Security Bureau.
We chatted along the way, and soon we were halfway through the journey.
When the car passed a non-staple food store, Chu Heng accidentally caught a glimpse of a young man on the side of the road and suddenly stepped on the brakes hard.
"Fuck!"
Jiang Zhuolin, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was knocked forward by the inertia. After hurriedly reaching out to support himself, he cursed and yelled at Chu Heng: "Why are you driving?"
"I saw an acquaintance."
Chu Heng smiled apologetically at him, opened the door and got out of the car, waved to Yang Qing who was holding a large package and looking towards him and shouted: "Yang Qing!"
"elder brother!"
Yang Qing stood up in surprise and joy, and hurriedly ran over with the bulging package in his arms, with a simple and sincere smile on his face: "It's really you. I was thinking just now, this car is so similar to yours, what's wrong with you?" Are you coming to the big city?"
"Come here to do some errands." Chu Heng smiled and reached out to squeeze his arm. Maybe it was because he had just finished working in the fields. The young man was tanned a lot, but his body was stronger than before: "You Why are you squatting here when you have nothing to do?"
"Hey! I killed a rabbit yesterday. I'm thinking of selling it on the black market. By the way, I can also sell some of the old clothes I bought from you last time."
Yang Qing bared his teeth in a sly smile, and his dark face made his teeth look particularly white. He then leaned into Chu Heng's ear and whispered, "I'd like to collect some silver coins again."
"You are getting more and more courageous." Chu Heng shook his head speechlessly, and then pointed to the car behind him: "Let's go, I will take you to a restaurant."
"well!"
Yang Qingpidian got into the back seat with his bag in his arms. He smiled politely at the one-eyed old man, and then looked at Jiang Zhuolin who was looking back at him. The two looked at each other, and the smile on his face froze instantly.
Ginger...Jiang King of Hell!
Why is he here?
Did he hear what I just said? ?
At this moment, Yang Qing really wanted to jump out of the car and run away.
What this kid is doing now is speculative. Facing Jiang Zhuolin is like a mouse meeting a cat, how can he not panic.
"Young man, are you sick? Why are you sweating all over your forehead?" Jiang Zhuolin looked at Yang Qing, whose expression changed with a half-smile. He could hear the first two sentences that the boy said just now.
"No...no!" Yang Qing trembled and shook his head wildly.
"Okay, you, this is my brother. If you get scared, I won't stop talking to you!" Chu Heng rolled his eyes at Jiang Zhuolin, restarted the car, and continued to move forward.
"Just teasing the kids."
Jiang Zhuolin took out a cigarette and threw it over with a smile: "Here, smoke one, and call me Jiang Shucheng. If you have anything to do in Dacheng from now on, just say it."
"Alas."
Yang Qing took the cigarette with a weird look on his face, looked at Chu Heng who was driving, and then at the amiable Jiang Zhuolin.
My brother is so awesome!
(End of chapter)
