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Volume 1_167

Liang Hexian didn't say anything, but just took a light look and sat back behind his desk, picked up his phone and sent a text message.

"Old Wu, I can only try this. I may not let your son go to a mountain valley in Beijing. Don't blame me then."

"Hehe, no, no, as long as you have a Beijing household registration, no matter where he is, then this matter is decided. I'll go see Old Man Wang, we'll go back tomorrow." Wu Tongshan looked at the ** that Liang Hexian was almost holding on the table. Even with a layer of sweater, you could see Fengjian trying to tear his clothes out.

But Wu Tongshan knew that this woman must be the best thing for any leader, but he was definitely not able to touch her. So he swallowed his saliva quietly and left the office door.

Liang Hexian stood up and picked up the card and looked at it. Then he wrote Wu Tongshan's name on it and threw it into the drawer.

"How is it, the buns are good," Ding Changsheng asked as he looked at Wang Jiashan's voracious look.

The three of them opened three rooms and came to Beijing. They must have had some personal affairs, so it was inconvenient to live together. Ding Changsheng took the initiative to take the responsibility of guarding Wang Jiashan. In this way, he and Wang Jiashan were in the same house.

"Well, it's okay, but the porridge is a little cold. Can you heat it up?" Wang Jiashan's nephew is not polite. This is not the first time he has been petitioning. He always makes trouble for the people who intercepted the visit. At such an old age, although he doesn't give a good look, if he really does it, no one dares to do it. Interception is one thing, and killing people is another thing.

"The porridge is gone, let's make do with some hot water. I'll treat you to lunch," said Ding Changsheng.

"You invite me? Humph, it's not the hard-earned money of our ordinary people," Wang Jiashan rolled his eyes and said.

"Hey, you were wrong this time. I really spent my own money. Tan Qinghu spent the money of the country. This time, because you went in and filled out a form, he paid more than 5,000 more."

"Fill in the form? I didn't fill in the form?" Wang Jiashan said in a daze.

Ding Changsheng was also stunned, "Didn't you line up to get your number and fill out the form?"

"No, I was recognized by the black security guards before I arrived at the gate of the petition bureau. They had caught me before, but there was no way. I was old and couldn't beat them. Otherwise, when I was young, hum..."

"You wait a moment, I'll call." Ding Changsheng hurriedly took out the phone and called Tan Qinghu.

"Mayor Ding, I know this, but there is no way. Who asked our people to force Beijing to petition? Sometimes I would rather believe it than not. If something really happens, Beijing will give it to the province, the province will approve it to the city, and the city will approve it to the county. This year, I will not talk about it for nothing. Brother, it may not be sure whether my position can be kept. Brother, this is someone else's territory. If the people of the whole country go to my Haiyang County to petition, I will do it like this. Brother, don't say this matter out of shame. I'll treat you to drink when I go back." Ding Changsheng didn't expect that it would be like this and hung up the phone silently.

Although he was intercepted, Wang Jiashan was like he was at his own home. It seemed that this was not the first time. After dinner, he took off his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower. During this period, he even asked Ding Changsheng to go in and rub his back.

"Oh, I said Xiao Ding, have you rubbed your back for the elderly? Although I am a petitioner, you can't rub your back as shaving your hair for a pig. It hurts so much. Be careful that I will go back and complain to your leader."

"You can't go back," said Ding Changsheng.

"What? Where did you plan to throw me away this time?" Wang Jiashan's trick was Men Qing.

"I don't know, I can't figure it out. Old man, you are so old, you are growing crops at home and treating people with illness. What's the point of you having trouble eating or wearing or warm food outside?"

"My surname is Ding, what do you mean? What do you mean? My son should die, my grandson should die, get out, get out." Ding Changsheng didn't expect that the old man would suddenly get angry.

But Ding Changsheng did not get out. He still wiped Wang Jiashan's back with a towel dipped in water. He didn't know how long it took for him to take a shower. The mud was peeling off one by one.

After Wang Jiashan finished shouting, he stopped talking, lowered his avatar and was thinking about something.

"Old man, I am from Bangziyu, not far from your Heishui Bay. I have also gone to your village to steal chickens, maybe I have stolen your family."

"Are you from Bangziyu?"

"Well, like you, I am also alone now. You are the children and grandchildren, and I am the parents. Otherwise, you don't petition endlessly. How will our father and father have been together? If my grandfather is alive, it will be much different from your age." Ding Changsheng joked.

"Xiao Ding, think I am willing to petition. Look at me, this is not a year-round petition. I have nothing to do this winter, I am so idle, miss my son and grandson, I always want to seek justice for myself, but I also know that this is difficult." As he said that, Wang Jiashan was crying.

"But, Xiao Ding, with your words, it means that you are different from them, and you are not bad yet."

"Old man, what are you talking about? It turns out that I'm already starting to break my skin?"

"If you understand this way, it's OK. Anyway, there are not many good things you have come to intercept the visit." Wang Jiashan sneered.

"I'll tell you this. I'm the director of the Liyuan Village Management District. I came to Beijing to be the secretary who arrested the prisoner temporarily. I don't care about these matters. Alas, you think about what I said just now. If you don't petition in the future, I will provide you with retirement. Wouldn't you just pass by the children? I'm about to get married. When I get married, how about the surname Wang Jia, if you have a child?"
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