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The night in Zhuping Village seems peaceful, but it is very undercurrent.
The village party secretary, Lao Luotou, was squatting at the entrance of the village, smoking a hookah. There was a strange scene in the night sky. The thick fog was like a towering rock wall, ending in front of a small river in front of Zhuping Village.
Looking at the broken old clock, Lao Luotou showed a painful expression. Today, the military plane made an emergency landing next to the village. Lao Luotou has realized that the matter has truly fermented to the point of being uncontrollable. The story has been passed down by word of mouth for hundreds of years. What to do with the secret? Tell the truth or not? Lao Luotou has been engaged in a battle between heaven and man.
Because of the rescue operation carried out by men, women, old and young in Zhuping Village, the enthusiastic villagers almost moved all the wreckage of the crash to the grain field in the village, and most of the scattered materials were recovered. The honest villagers made people feel A warm feeling from the bottom of my heart.
Chu Nanfei has realized that the loss of contact between the geological team and the archaeological team was not accidental. The scientific expedition team may become a rescue team tomorrow morning.
Old Luo Tou was sitting alone in the village smoking a suffocating cigarette. Chu Nanfei appeared behind Old Luo Tou at the right time with two bottles of Erguotou and half a pig leg. Old Luo Tou gave Chu Nanfei a rather unkind look: " Don¡¯t be fooled by me, an old country guy, your big leaders all like to drink Maotai and Guizhou wine!¡±
Chu Nanfei, who was originally thinking about how to speak, heard that there was a way out, and immediately called Huang Manhuan: "Bring two bottles of Maotai!"
Old Luo Tou easily grabbed a bottle of Erguotou from Chu Nanfei's hand, bit open the bottle cap and took a big sip, pouting: "That's so damn unkind, the 72-degree puree wine has been blended for fifty-two degrees." Degree, what the hell."
Lao Luotou took a bite of the pork leg and frowned: "Hunter, I know you have something to ask me, and I actually have something to say. Housheng, do you know? When a person has to keep someone secret for his whole life, he can't say anything until he dies. How sad is the secret?"
Chu Nanfei also took a bite from another bottle and took a sip. He thought of the abyss, of Qin Laoshi, who was dirty and wrinkled and sang in an old tune, and of the honest and honest Huang Dazhuang, who was wearing the little glasses of War and Peace. Everything seems to be lost in an instant. With the sealing of files, these have become a secret that must be kept in the heart forever, a secret that cannot be told until death.
Or, one day he will become such a secret and be sealed up. It is not easy to sacrifice the word. Chu Nanfei touched Lao Luo's head with a bottle, and when he raised his head, the bottle of wine was clean. Luo Tou looked at Chu Nanfei's deep eyes in surprise and said slowly: "I really can't tell that you are also a person with a story, young man?"
Chu Nanfei stared into Lao Luotou's eyes and said, "We found the radio station left by the archaeological team in the village. Has Zhou Fanghua's archaeological team entered the thick fog?"
Lao Luo nodded: "I can't even try to persuade her! That girl is so stubborn!"
Chu Nanfei took a deep breath. When he arrived at Zhuping Village that day and didn't see Zhou Fanghua, he realized that Zhou Fanghua's archaeological team must have set off. It's true that there's nothing interesting about a crappy drama, but it's still full of sincerity, and if you want to see Zhou Fanghua, you just go along with it.
Not far away, Ouyang Na, Zhang Hongwei, and Jiang Yihan, accompanied by the mayor, watched Chu Nanfei and Lao Luotou drinking. The mayor was surprised and said: "Lao Luotou has never drank alcohol in his life? I didn't expect that. So drinkable? When Comrade Zhou was in Zhuping Village before, Old Luo Tou caused a lot of trouble and worry for Comrade Zhou."
Seeing that Chu Nanfei and Lao Luotou seemed to be communicating very happily, Zhang Hongwei smiled and said confidently: "This is how men communicate with men. Sweet wine is the blood of heroes!"
The high-spirited Zhang Hongwei also walked towards Chu Nanfei and Lao Luo Tou with a box of liquor in his arms. Jiang Yihan wanted to stop Zhang Hongwei's heroic act but was blocked by Ouyang Na. Ouyang Na's reason was very simple. Women don't understand the way men communicate.
Five minutes later, a confused person muttered to himself, "I can still drink. I am the top priority in the country. Don't you know?" I tell you! In terms of academic majors, I am ranked number one in the world
Zhang Hongwei earned the double contempt from Chu Nanfei and Lao Luo Tou at the fastest speed. Lao Luo Tou sighed slightly and said: "Young man, outsiders don't know the dangers here. When Zhang Xianzhong's army entered Sichuan, it was clear that there were two routes, flood and drought. In fact, there is a third way.¡±
Old Luo Tou took out a heavy yellow sign full of ancient charm from his pocket. On it were cast the four strong and powerful official script fonts of Xiwang Huwei. Old Luo Tou lovingly wiped the sign repeatedly and said: "Huwei was originally the old camp of Zhang Xianzhong." The Huwei Camp in the Twelfth Middle School was later changed to the Guard Camp and was responsible for the personal protection of the King of the West. The King of the West robbed countless people and knew that he was unable to recover. He wanted to hide these rare treasures and wait for his comeback, but he was worried about hiding them anywhere, so he had strangeXie Junhui's face immediately turned pale, because he knew very well that he violated at least five telecommunications security and confidentiality rules last night.
Chu Nanfei slowly placed the message in front of Xie Junhui and tapped it with his fingers. Xie Junhui immediately stood up and said nervously: "Report to the company commander, the female pilot came over last night and said she wanted to contact the base about the return trip. I asked her to write The telegram, but she actually sent the telegram herself when it was convenient for me to go there. How could I have thought that a pilot, especially a female pilot, could send the telegram?"
Chu Nanfei took a deep breath: "Okay, let the past be past, but remember that it won't be the same next time. As a telegraph operator, you should know the principle that people never leave the machine, and the machine never leaves the person."
Xie Junhui was overjoyed when he heard that Chu Nanfei would no longer pursue the case. He immediately stood at attention and saluted: "Yes, keep in mind the Telecommunications Discipline and Confidentiality Regulations."
Chu Nanfei looked through the sending and receiving records last night, and clearly remembered that every half hour the radio station would make a call to the radio station carried by Zhou Fanghua, but without exception there was no response.
This was a result that Chu Nanfei expected, but did not want to see, because as long as Zhou Fanghua called back, it would prove that her archaeological team was safe for the time being. The first line of the telegram record was that Chu Nanfei asked Guo Nanbei and Jiang Yi from the base It has been ten hours since Han sent a telegram to learn about the situation of Li Gaochan, the geological exploration team, and it seems that the base has not received a reply yet?
Chu Nanfei told Xie Junhui to immediately send a report to the base to ask about Li Gaochan's situation. As for Guo Nanbei and Jiang Yihan, they lied to themselves about Zhou Fanghua being kidnapped, etc. They were actually motivating themselves in disguise. If Zhou Fanghua hadn't been in danger, Chu Nanfei would have already I plan to make the rehabilitation center my home.
In fact, in Chu Nanfei¡¯s view, Li Gaoshan¡¯s geological exploration team is full of doubts? (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com