Even if there is a pile of shit, you won’t be afraid of people stepping on it. In the end, whoever steps on it will be unlucky.”

"Forget it," Chen Taizhong heard Wang Haobo's fear, and it was not appropriate to force him to help. The trouble would make him full of black marks, so there was no need to embarrass Secretary Wang, "Haha, I'm looking for

other people."

"Don't bother, Taizhong," Wang Haobo still didn't want him to hang up the phone. Chen Taizhong finally begged him once. What would happen if he didn't help? Besides, young people nowadays are very thoughtful. If they refuse like this, they might turn against each other.

Already.

"Well, I have two acquaintances at the Baolan District Police Station." He wanted to express his sincerity, "How about we let them say hello to the Water Conservancy Bureau?" The Water Conservancy Bureau is in Baolan District, but,

Chen Taizhong still refused, "Forget it, the matter is in Dongcheng District. Secretary Wang, I won't disturb you anymore. Let's leave it at that."

Tiannan Daily is in Dongcheng District, and the most urgent thing is to get rid of this guy. Chen Taizhong didn't bother to think about it anymore, and directly called Zhang Zhicheng, "Secretary Zhang, I have something to do, please excuse me..."

The National Security Bureau does not participate in ordinary civil disputes, but after all, it is also a violent agency. He thought that by dragging Zhang Zhicheng by his side, if he encounters the police, he can always protect him. Moreover, when the National Security Bureau is established,

A large part of them were originally separated from the police.

The National Security Bureau was also in Dongcheng District, and it was faster than Chen Taizhong who came from Xicheng District. When Chen Taizhong drove his Lincoln to the door of the daily office, he happened to see Zhang Zhicheng's Blue Bird parked there.

Chen Taizhong didn't care so much. He jumped out of the car and walked towards Guan Zhijun. The guy seemed tired from scolding and was sitting by the flower bed in front of the daily newspaper office, making a call on his mobile phone.

He walked forward and without saying a word, he just raised his leg and kicked it. However, Guan Zhijun was very clever. When he saw him approaching in a menacing manner, he stood up and hid, shouting loudly, "It's being robbed, someone is robbing it."

Before he finished shouting, two people jumped out, one in a police uniform and the other in a Procuratorate uniform, "Stop, what's going on?"

"Go away," Chen Taizhong didn't bother to pay attention to them. He stepped forward and gently grabbed Guan Zhijun. He raised his hand and slapped Guan Zhijun seven or eight times in the face, until the corners of his mouth bled.

Seeing how domineering he was, the two people were stunned and looked at each other: This guy is really not afraid of anything.

"I have a lot of things to do. If you want to die, just tell me." Chen Taizhong stopped and pointed at Guan Zhijun fiercely, "I'm really a bitch. Don't you feel comfortable without a beating?"

"In public, what's going on?" The man in police uniform asked again. However, he could see that Chen Taizhong was so unscrupulous. He must have some foundation, so that little bit of gangsterism had long since disappeared.

.

"Personal grudges have nothing to do with you two," Chen Taizhong pointed at the two of them with a smile on his face, "Haha, it's a good thing to help your friends, but it's boring to involve yourself."

After saying that, he turned around and saw that Guan Zhijun was holding his cell phone and was about to dial a number. Without any hesitation, he raised his leg and kicked him, "I'm sorry to you, uncle, I've delayed everything I have today."

After being warned by Chen Taizhong, the policeman felt a little embarrassed and couldn't put the knife in its sheath. Just as he was about to step forward and say a few words, Zhang Zhicheng had already walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Brother, you are messing around with other people's affairs."

What's it about?"

These two people had been called here for a while. Not only did they see Chen Taizhong driving a Lincoln, but they also saw Zhang Zhicheng driving a Bluebird. Although Lincoln is good, it doesn't matter if it has a Phoenix license plate, but this Bluebird

, but it’s Guoan’s brand.

Hearing this, the policeman no longer cared about where he was. He turned to look at Zhang Zhicheng, nodded with a smile, "Haha, the provincial national security land?"

"Yes," Zhang Zhicheng took out his ID and waved it, then put it back without caring whether the other party saw it clearly. "You can just watch this matter. Look, I won't help. We just watch. Can it be done?"

"That's because my friend called me. I'm sorry if I can't come. If they start a one-on-one film, I won't care." The policeman nodded. Everyone knows that it doesn't matter if they are from the National Security Bureau, but the National Security Bureau can drive a Blue Bird car.

Behind him is at least a division-level cadre.

The man in the uniform of the Procuratorate seemed a little unwilling, but he also knew that Zhang Zhicheng had a good background, so he curled his lips angrily, "I know Director Ge very well in terms of personnel."

"Ge Dongming? The Youth League Committee is here, deputy director." Zhang Zhicheng took out his mobile phone and looked at him with a smile, "Then I'll call Lao Ge and ask him to chat with you?"

"Forget it, forget it." After hearing this, this person also shut up. Listening to his tone, this young man can call Director Ge Lao Ge, and he must be unambiguous. Besides, how could Ge Dongming remember him?

After hearing this, these two people gave up completely. Looking at Chen Taizhong who was ravaging Guan Zhijun, they were really puzzled: What on earth does this guy do?

"Isn't he from Fenghuang?" The policeman finally couldn't hold it in any longer and asked Zhang Zhicheng again, handing him a cigarette, "Why do you dare to act so mean in Subo?"

"Smoke mine." Zhang Zhicheng took out a box of hard-shell Chinese medicine from his pocket and gave one to this person, and then another to the prosecutor. "This guy is a serious practitioner at a young age. Do you think... can you?"

Be more horizontal?"

The meaning of these words was obvious. There was someone above him. When the prosecutor heard this, he took the Chinese cigarette and took out a lighter to light cigarettes for everyone. "It's the first month of the year. What are you doing..."
Chapter completed!