"Get out, can you do it?" Mo Xiaoyu laughed and scolded, if he admits it, many people will soon know that he is a prostitute in Luojing.
"Hahaha, I laughed so hard, it's simple, I'll make a call, you'll wait." Wen Jiachang smiled and hung up the phone.
Ten minutes later, Wen Jiachang called Mo Xiaoyu back.
"Hello, how's it going?" Mo Xiaoyu asked.
"I've said hello, you go to the Luojing City Bureau to find Wen Shengli, that's my dad, it's okay, I said you were caught, he knows their shit, shit, this year's action is so early , it must be because you are afraid that you will not be able to complete the task at the end of the year, so you go, and it will be entered into the system when it is late." Wen Jiachang said.
"Damn it, it's really dark here, I would have brought you here if I knew it." Mo Xiaoyu said.
"I don't have time. I'm going to run for the vice chairman of the school's student union. By the way, don't you know the girl from the dance academy? Come back and introduce me. Let her help me solicit votes in their department. I'll treat them to dinner. Day trips are also available." Wen Jiachang said very generously.
"Damn, you're generous enough, okay, it's a trivial matter, by the way, what's your father's position? Is it okay?" Mo Xiaoyu knew that the gate of the yamen was difficult to get in, so don't make trouble if you can't get in. up.
"Go quickly, you won't be able to see him when he goes out later." Wen Jiachang laughed, but didn't say what his father did.
Mo Xiaoyu went to the next door to say hello to Dong Zimo, and then took a taxi to the Luojing City Bureau alone. When the guard heard that it was Wen Shengli, he immediately looked at Mo Xiaoyu nervously, questioned him for a long time, and finally called the office After making a phone call, he sent someone to follow Mo Xiaoyu to the door of a large and luxurious office, knocked on the door, called for a report, and then brought Mo Xiaoyu in.
"Okay, you go out." A very rich middle-aged man, he looks a bit like Wen Jiachang.
After the policeman who brought Mo Xiaoyu left, Wen Shengli immediately stood up, walked around the big desk, and extended his hand to Mo Xiaoyu.
"You are Mo Xiaoyu, who lives in the same dormitory with Achang?"
"Hello, Uncle Wen, I really bothered you." Mo Xiaoyu quickly held Wen Shengli's hand with both hands, and was polite.
"Hey, what is this? Achang often mentions you, saying that you have helped a lot. He has no other friends in Tangzhou. You take good care of him. He has said it all, thank you."
"Uncle Wen, you are welcome. The main reason is that Achang himself is excellent, and we all like him very much." Mo Xiaoyu almost lost his teeth when he said this, shit, these words are too sour and uncomfortable.
However, Wen Shengli was very useful. Regardless of his busy work, he and Mo Xiaoyu recalled and shared the growth process of his excellent son Achang. Twenty minutes passed before he mentioned the purpose of Mo Xiaoyu's visit.
"These bastards are really outrageous." Wen Shengli looked very angry, picked up his office phone in front of Mo Xiaoyu and called the Hongxing Road Police Station.
"Hello, Dongcheng branch? I'm Wen Shengli. Is there a Hongxing Road police station in your jurisdiction? Yes, a friend of mine last night" At this point, he looked at Mo Xiaoyu, "Dong Zimo". Mo Xiaoyu hastily repeated again.
"A friend of mine, Dong Zimo, was detained by your people. Find out what happened to me, and then report to me. I'll wait for the news."
In Mo Xiaoyu's view, this incident is a big deal, but to Wen Shengli, it is just a matter of a few words, and then it is as if it never happened. Moreover, the leader who seems to be big and three rough, his understanding of art makes him Mo Xiaoyu was a little surprised.
So for the next half hour, the topic of the two of them turned to artworks, and extended to why Wen Jiachang was asked to learn painting. It seems that this is Wen Shengli's unfulfilled dream, so it is destined to be realized by his son, but Wen Jiachang Jiachang doesn't seem to be very good at painting, but he is very interested in politics.
The phone rang again, and Wen Shengli got up and answered the phone.
"Okay, I see. In the future, be more thoughtful about such things and make nonsense. I will send people to find them and get things done." Wen Shengli said sternly.
Then he hung up the phone with a snap, Mo Xiaoyu felt very sorry, got up and wanted to persuade Wen Shengli not to be angry about this, but just as he stood up, Wen Shengli turned around with a smile and said to Mo Xiaoyu He said, "Xiaoyu, you are much better than my Achang. This kid never chats with me, let alone talk about so many art topics. By the way, where do you live, or you should stay at home."
"Uncle Wen, I'm already very embarrassed, how about this, next time I come to Luojing, I will come back with Achang, and then I will visit Uncle Wen and Auntie Wen at home."
"Well, it's okay, it's okay, there is still a topic between you young people. By the way, you can go to the Hongxing Road Police Station and find the director to deal with this matter. I will say hello. Next time you come to Luojing, you must to come home."
"Uncle Wen, sure, thank you so much."
"Well, I won't send you off." Wen Shengli sent Mo Xiaoyu to the door very politely, and watched Mo Xiaoyu enter the elevator before returning to his office.
Mo Xiaoyu thought to himself, what did Wen Jiachang say to his father, what did a leader do Before he walked out of the lobby of the building, Mo Xiaoyu saw a lot of photos on the bulletin board, and Mo Xiaoyu walked up When I saw it, damn it, I found Wen Shengli's name in the second place, deputy director, day, I said why is he so awesome, this kid Wen Jiachang hides his secrets.
What happened next was rather dramatic. When Mo Xiaoyu arrived at the police station, the people at the police station said they were not in the police station and went to the hotel to meet him. The policeman was also waiting at the hotel, Dong Zimo was expressionless, Mo Xiaoyu chatted with these people, returned all the money, closed the case, and the matter was over.
"Mr. Dong, thank you. We really didn't know that you were a friend of Director Wen. We did something wrong. We have to trouble you to say hello to Director Wen." The director wanted to kneel down to Dong Zimo. Thinking of Wen Shengli's attitude towards the director of the sub-bureau below, it is estimated that the director of the sub-bureau didn't speak well of the director, so it was so fucking right to say that a senior official crushed someone to death.
"Okay, I still have to rest. I didn't know you didn't sleep all night after being tossed by you last night. Let's go." In Mo Xiaoyu's daze, these people were kicked out of the room by Dong Zimo.
"Damn, you are capable, you can find someone here, and you still do things like this?" Dong Zimo punched Mo Xiaoyu and said.
"I don't know either. My roommate at the Academy of Art, his father is actually the deputy director here. This matter is not a matter of one sentence." Mo Xiaoyu threw Dong Zimo a cigarette and said. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com