"You really don't want to leave?" Yin Jinghua got on the motorcycle and muttered, "We can still leave, at least there are three minutes left... It's too late to regret now."

"I'm leaving, and Uncle Huang will have to bear the thunder." Chen Taizhong also got on the motorcycle. He came back this time just to see Huang's attitude, "I have many shortcomings, but I have one good thing, I am particular!"

Less than five minutes after the two left, sirens blared and several police cars roared in.

Half an hour later, Chen Taizhong and Yin Jinghua were sitting on a hill, looking at the bustling flow of people and traffic down the hill. Far, far away, there was a faint sound of sirens.

"Brother Jinghua, smoke a cigarette," Chen Taizhong handed a cigarette to Yin Jinghua, lit it for him, and lit one himself. "You may not know that I have been lacking in emotional intelligence since I was a child."

How could Yin Jinghua take heart? But the police car was approaching in the distance, and Xiao Chen didn't react at all. He could only sigh, "If you don't leave, you really won't be able to leave."

"I am lacking in emotional intelligence, so I just want to make up for it," Chen Taizhong took a puff of cigarette and silently looked at the sunset on the horizon.

Yin Jinghua looked at the police car approaching at the foot of the mountain and knew he couldn't leave, so he took a puff of cigarette and asked, "What next?"

"Ye Xiaohui is actually not a good girl in the true sense," Chen Taizhong twitched the corner of his mouth as if to make a smile, but to say that it was just a smile would be a bit too stiff, "You also know this."

"Yes, from the entertainment industry," Yin Jinghua nodded, staring at the police as they got out of the car.

"I learned a lot about the world in officialdom," Chen Taizhong didn't look at that, just talking to himself, while holding an Uzi submachine gun to Yin Jinghua's forehead, "I thought I was well-versed in the world."

"Knowledge in everything in the world is knowledge, and knowledge is in human kindness," Yin Jinghua sighed. He had already realized that this was Xiao Chen's last madness, but at this moment, what else could he say?

"But no matter how much I improve my emotional intelligence, I can't ignore some things after all." Chen Taizhong sighed, and his arms shook slightly. "Some sense of the overall situation cannot be learned in life and death...Really, other people's children can die

, my child cannot die in vain."

"Be careful of fire," Yin Jinghua warned with a grin.

"So I figured out that I am destined not to be a great official." Chen Taizhong ignored him and stared blankly at the setting sun in the distance. After a long time, he smiled miserably, "No matter how high your emotional intelligence is, you may not be successful in the officialdom."

"Why do you say that?" Yin Jinghua was a little curious.

"Character... In the end, character determines destiny," Chen Taizhong sighed softly and removed the muzzle of the gun that was pressed against Yin Jinghua's forehead.

"No matter how high your emotional intelligence is, if you can't stand the things that go against your true intentions, you won't be able to stand them... Of course, you can think that this is because your emotional intelligence is not high enough."

There was a muffled "bang" sound, and all the policemen at the foot of the mountain immediately fell down, and red and white liquid splashed on the mountain.

Yin Jinghua watched in astonishment as the burly body beside him slowly fell down, with a relieved smile on his face...

At this moment, the setting sun is like blood.

Two hours later, the news spread to Beichong. It was heard that Secretary Chen committed suicide in the capital after avenging Ye Xiaohui. The angry Beichong people spontaneously gathered more than 4,000 vehicles of various sizes and more than 50,000 people.

At noon the next day, we marched toward the capital in a mighty manner.

No one in the cities along the way dared to stop the angry Beichong people, so no one could stop them.

Du Yi led the armed policemen to shout on the Chaotian Expressway... unable to stop them, they could only send vehicles to suppress the convoy on various roads, but the convoy was still moving forward slowly but firmly.

After experiencing some friction and walking slowly for two days, the convoy finally stopped at the provincial border. It would be in big trouble outside the province. Secretary Du invited Wu Yan, Chen Taizhong's old leader, and Huang Hanxiang, the representative of Phoenix. Of course,

The most important thing is that Chen Taizhong's parents are also here.

They asked everyone to go back and said that the truth of the matter was not what you heard. Secretary Chen was killed by explosives while fighting terrorists and no bones remained. But don't worry, your beloved Secretary Chen is a martyr.

In fact, just the day before, Mr. Mujia, the chairman of Alcatel, visited China and accidentally mentioned Chen Taizhong. He heard that he committed suicide and he must see the remains of the deceased.

The official can't agree. Cozisa happens to be in the capital as well. He is a popular candidate for the French President next year. Hearing that Chen is dead, he must also see me visit in a private capacity so as not to embarrass you.

At this time, Mr. Zhao and Mr. Yue, who were recuperating in the nursing home, also returned to Beijing. They all went to work together and finally entered the morgue where Chen Taizhong's body was stored under the supervision of many police officers.

The custodian pulled out the stainless steel bed where the body was kept, and a burst of mist hit him, followed by a fragrant aroma.

When the fog dissipated, there was a bamboo stick in the center of the bed, a sports hat above the bamboo stick, and leather shoes on each side below, and nothing else...

The fragrance lasts for more than a month. It is said that those who smell the fragrance will be in good health and free from all diseases...

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…

(At this time, a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old with a vague face was sitting on the street corner of Beichong, looking indifferently at a stack of paper in his hand, with the word "script" written on it. He sighed, "Chen Taizhong is dead.

My royalties are gone...")

(Complete book)

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postscript:

Two months later, Beichong successfully removed the district and changed it into a city. The following year, it entered the top 50 of the top 100 counties, and again the top 20 in 2011. In the same year, a certain young man named Lu in the capital drowned in a bathtub after being drunk.

Several years later, the leaders of Beichong changed one after another, but no one could become the truly undisputed leader of Beichong. The only thing that weighed heavily on their heads was just a name. This was really depressing.

matter.

But when I think of the words "Character determines destiny", no matter how depressed I am, I have to endure it...

Wang Yuanyuan was promoted to the mayor of Beichong City five years later. After another ten years, she was promoted to Yangzhou Municipal Party Committee Secretary. Yan Zhihu, who had not been married for twenty years, finally disappeared without a trace. When she left, she was still as young as twenty years ago.

Beautiful.

An insider sighed softly, "Oh, another one, this one is when the clouds open and the moon shines..."

Over the years, there have been quite a few women who have disappeared like this. Of course, they are all linked to that name. No one dares to provoke these women, and it is too late to flatter them...

ps: Phew, finally, I almost finished writing this ending yesterday, and I carefully crafted it today. During this period, I thought that the book was finally finished, and everyone couldn’t bear to let it go, and I couldn’t bear to let it go either.

I always feel that Chen Taizhong is a living friend who has been with Fengxiao for six years. The society he lives in is also a society that is both strange and familiar. The various systems and interpersonal relationships are complex and complicated, illusory but real.
Chapter completed!